POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[ShihTzuTylenol]

It's a poem about a humble alterboy.

An autobiographical piece.

 

[Lefty]

Tzu, you know perfectly well that that still is in Knobb Creek and Jack

Daniels found it while he and Evan Williams were looking for a place to play

Wild Turkey without Jim Beam and Old Fitzgerald kicked them off his and

Old Overholts sheep ranch.
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Now, youse guys start creating.

 

[DonQuixote]

OK. We'll give you passing credit, barely, lol.

Now I have to ponder the next word in a bit more fashion.
Have some competing priorities at the moment - family stuff and such.

 

[Lefty]

Don't feel bad, family first.....the above was just a filler, a break to generate a

smirk to get you guys back to work.

 

[Lefty]

Jeez....

Everyone must have had to go earn their daily bread.

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A child taught me this..

Once upon a time.

Every star in heaven is a burning candle

And behind every candle there is an old soul

A new star is an old soul that needs a rest

A falling soul is rested a new gift to mother earth

Once upon a time..

A child taught me this

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I been there and I done that

Now I'm old and getting fat.

I been played and I been shat

Kissed some froggies and made a splat

Choked on a tie and wore a hat

Joked with a few and loved to chat

Ate me some dog and lots of cat

So now I'm old and getting fat

Cuz I been there and I done that.

---see---cheerful and sparkly crap----and it rhymes...lol---

 

[DonQuixote]

I see four of my bestest buds from JUB on now.

I feel so left out, having to go to work.
BUT, if I don't, my internet won't work, either, lol.

88F/31C in beautiful Upstate New York.

Lefty, BTW, Upstate is a whole other world from the Lower Hudson Valley, Manhattan, and Long Island.

We pronounce it New Y OR k, not New Yawk, lol.

Gotta be from South of Yonkers to get into THAT accent.
Just sayin', that's all.

I raise my quaigh to you all -
and bid you have a GREAT Day!

(No, that's not my entry, just a freebie.)

 

[Lefty]

"Q"

Actually saw some of your territory about a million years ago on a couple of

trips from Governors Island to New London. Hate to admit it but about all I

remember is how strange people talked, ate dressed and walked. Not that

it was bad, just weird but for a guy from all the way across the country it

was an experience.

 

[DonQuixote]

"Q"

Actually saw some of your territory about a million years ago on a couple of

trips from Governors Island to New London. Hate to admit it but about all I

remember is how strange people talked, ate dressed and walked. Not that

it was bad, just weird but for a guy from all the way across the country it

was an experience.

Lefty, If all you saw was from Governor's Island, NY to New London, CT, you didn't see MY territory - you saw "the City". They may be in the same state as us, but that's kind of like comparing LA to Napa. LA and Napa are about 50 miles further than Rochester and Governor's Island are. NY and LA are Major Metropolises; Napa and the Finger Lakes Region, of which Rochester is a part, are both agricultural/Heavy Wine growing regions.

I was going to compare with Stockton, which is about 10 miles closer to LA than Rochester and NYC, but I don't know that Stockton has the agri-business that we do. Two of our outlying counties were just named the 2nd best place in the country for agri-business. Kraft Foods, Barilla Pasta, Fairport has LiDestri Foods, which makes Francesco Rinaldi and Newman's Own sauces. (Cadbury Scweppes/Duffy-Mott), now owned by Snapple - workers are on strike. We are both the second largest wine producer in the country, behind CA, AND the second largest Apple producer, behind WA. Plus lots of Sweet Corn, Peaches, other assorted foodstuffs. Then there's Kodak, Xerox, and Bausch & Lomb, in addition to many smaller companies.

http://maps.google.com/maps?f=s&utm...-bk-gm&utm_medium=ha&utm_term=maps.google.com


http://maps.google.com/maps?f=s&utm...-bk-gm&utm_medium=ha&utm_term=maps.google.com

And, you're right, THEY DO talk funny. With microcosms of speech patterns.
I was fairly adept at differentiating among
Lower Hudson Valley, North of the City
Manhattan
Bronx
Brooklyn
Long Island
Also,
New Jersey
Philadelphia

There are decided differences in accent down there.
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And, now, I humbly offer my "use this word in a poem" piece:

We'll raise my Quaigh,
and invite Ye to stay,
for our grapes fair and fay,
whether in pies or aged,
in many a way.

Our region is blessed from
Chablis to Pinot,
Riesling to Cabernet,
and also Merlot.
And, if you're Jewish,
Manischevitz, you know.

Plus Sparkling Methode Champenoise
or simply the juice,
whether sparkling or Welch's
there's plenty your thirst to sluice.

And if, while you're here,
you've a hankering for beer,
we've also a brewery of our own,
quite near.

Genesee is her name,
of "Cream Ale" fame?!
She's also now making a "Canadian" brew,
that goes by the name of Labatt Blue.

Lest you think we're done, you're in for a treat,
we also are near a treat, sweet.
For the sap of trees Maple
is oft a staple,
and it's fun to look to the skies
when in February the sap does rise.

So I lift, once again,
my Quaigh to my friends,
and my ear I do bend
to any message you send.

 

[Lefty]

Dude,

I am living in the land of plenty.

As much as people hate me and my state,

It is the 3rd most viable "country" in the world.

If you can grow it, shovel it, ski it, swim it, educate it,

oil it, sun or sand, climb, ski or mine it....this surfers paradise

and art world wet dream has it.

Sadly, we are a little broke now...can you spare 100 million until January?

 

[DonQuixote]

I do believe,
Lefty my friend,
That New York State's
credit also has taken a bend.

Not quite as mired in debt as "Cal-ee-For-NEye - Ay,
We're pinching our purse strings so we can pay,
the teachers and state workers on another day.

My personal fortune is also a bit moot,
to be succinct, I ain't got no loot!
We work each day to try and fill our purse,
So our housing situation doesn't get any worse.

Our kids our are everything to my wifey and me,
We want them to become all they can be,
So we try to do what we can for them, you see.
Sometimes we wonder if we've a pot to pee!

I meant no disrespect for your home state,
I just wanted you to know you saw only the Gate.
It's a whole other world up here by the Lake
Where life is much nicer, and friends you can make.

 

[Lefty]

no way, not the quaigh
two fisted drinking is fun
but not to the answers way
at the end of your long dry day.
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where is "Tzu" the hypocrite?

Mr. Says One means two.

Faugh..I trust him no more.
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Hold on make your grip extra tight
We can make the dawning light.

Shattered might be the dreams
Scattered might be the schemes

Goals have gone so far astray
Thats enough to end this day

Thus the end of this frayed rope
But not the end of a new days hope.

------------oops, that was positive------------

The ice on the window was dirty to see
the ice in her heart was blackend by me

She only asked love in the here and now
Thats when I told her I didn't know how

I packed the bags and running away I left
leaving her pregnant desolate and bereft

Kicked me some ass and had me some fun
And she alone had to raise that little one

Now I lay here in this my final bed
No kind words will ever be said

On so many a couch I often tarryed
Now its tomorrow and I will be buried.

Alone and cold my last breath sighed
And somehow somehow she still cried
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more in keeping with the image?
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They promised me changes
Said life re arranges

Yesterdays truth
Todays Baby Ruth

Take up the candy
While its still handy

Then try to survive
Just forget thrive

Get out and vote
Help sink the boat

Or read first and learn
How Hells plots can burn

When you just know
When to say no.-
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somebody or somebodies better get here quick

fuck dude.. I'm even making me sick

 

[Lefty]

Donna

That was good, real good....but damn it you snucker in before mine....

now you gotta skip one or the other don't make no sense....then go back.

And where is slime ball.
probably can't walk or talk after las t night you think?

 

[DonQuixote]

Hey, Sinistress,
Wot's wit dis DonNA crap?

Just because I wanted to PARAPHRASE a Helen Reddy song, did NOT mean I was Woman, ya hear me, ya ol' coot?

I don't know where the Naired Fur Ball is. I'm a thinkin' he got lucky and is still recuperating - if he's not still partying.

Then again, maybe mama whooped his ass for gettin' in late, and has him sweating it all out on the farm.

 

[Lefty]

I thought Donna was cute
You rude and shallow brute

And a smiling kind of name
We might use in this game

But if youre going to whine and pout
It will be Don and no need to shout

How w as the new shit I wrote?
Make you grab at the throat

Did you Order up another ale
Or reach again for your trusty pail


lol

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
Your verse wasn't perverse.
There's Wax Philosophic going on there,
with some emote intense, mon frer.

You make one take pause,
to consider the cause,
that did bring your mind this way,
but who can say?

But, did I detect a ray,
of Light come into the foray?
Perchance, might it stay
to brighten your day
and keep the dark at bay?

As for Donna, the name,
and this here game,
Mrs. Reed was moniker,
that was attached to her,
I beg and I plead,
I am a steed,
('though my cum has no seed)

 

[Lefty]

It feels about as good
as pissing in the rain
it dont hurt like it should
just pissing in the rain
you leaving me for ever
its pissing in the rain
the love was really never
just pissing in the rain
what should I have said
when pissing in the rain
love here has gone dead
I'm pissing in the rain--------------------

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An icy blast of frigid air
then your touch
and it so bare
I need the skin
that youre in
when you trust
its lust or bust
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Tonight I did the suicide
let someone see
see through to the other side
my soul full of snot and kind of hoary
not a cauldron filled with glory
but the me that hurts and cries
the me that bleeds and tries
and now with hurt
just dies.-------------------

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Welcome this morning little sunshine
Here to make me feel just fine
You've got the pills
For all of my ills
Where is the dope
To help me cope
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My words are extensive
my services expensive

but hear what I say
You Sir are gay.

The world know
The emperor has no clothes

Oh my god what to do
To thine own self be true

Easy words those are to say
Maybe tommorrow not today
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the bodies spread from the last front
but then I'm just a grunt.

send me ship me just go away
no one wants to live my day

 

[Lefty]

thank god this is our private area don..i think i might of fucked

up my image among those people

Big Green Tractor

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
That's some pretty heavy shit for this hour of the morning - and you're three hours behind me!

I'd love to stay and play,
But, e'en though my gills are grey,
I must make my way to work today.

My head's full of dread,
and lots of gunk,
I want my bed,
I feel I'm hacking up spunk.

It's one of those damned allergy days,
Where you totter around in a yucky haze.
And not by the head to be out done,
me guts a bit queezy, this one.

I must have needs be off, my friend,
I pray your day becomes joy without end.

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There's much too much sadness in our hallowed halls,
For the death of Sha's partner, our attention calls.
A tragic and senseless violence,
We hope their families find recompense.

My mind is clogged; I'm not a great wit,
I pray that you know that it is with all sincerity, that this I've writ.

May you be able to cherish the life and the love
that Chad brought to you, and hold him in your heart.

'tis a part of the Irish tradition at wake,
to celebrate the man, and not cry at his fate.
Lift up your Quaigh, hold both handles high,
So that Chad can partake from his home in the sky.

And when you find quiet away from the crowd,
It's OK to cry out loud.

We're a mix of odd "characters" from all walks of life,
but we share in your sadness, feel some of your strife.

While we aren't there in the physical veil,
Know that we are praying for you, we hear your wail.

Please accept my sincere condolences at this very sad time.

 

[Lefty]

its just a body and
when alls been said
it just a body and
its the picture
its just a body and
I wish yours was dead.

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its so cool
i am your ghoul
once your fool
twice your fool
now so cool
I am your ghoul
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The hair growing in my nose
is longer than on my toes

The wax build up in my ears
Is thicker than my worst fears

This tired soul grew so old
Thats the story still untold

A life so unshared
and no one even cared

If I left this very day
would you notice anyway

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I want to be spritely
to shine brightly
Spread ought but cheer
In this world of fear
But how can it happen
In a world so mishappen?
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Tears were on the pillow
next to the bleeding heart

The face in torment grew
it ripped my soul apart

My enemy was dead and gone
the choice was him or me

I think part of me died that day
a part of me you'll never see.
----short--ok----


And then you have a bad day
suck ass shitty kinda fey
hard to smile just cant play
please oh please go away
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God sent a rainbow
To make a perfect day

Then sent some sunshine
To make it all fine

Now we owe it to him
not to be so grim

Laugh and give as much love
as he sends from above.
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hallmark barf
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You were the man
She was the woman

How could I lose
I got to choose

Whats for the best
I flunked this test

And so I die
I know not why

I cared for two
What about you
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He was a really bad man
I am not his greatest fan

He left me hurt and to bleed
Once he quenched his need

Left my body all asprawl
didn't matter not at all

I cannot the church
spoil or besmirch

Father forgive me
no..him...not me
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should I stop now?

 

[DonQuixote]

How come so glum, chum?
Why so mauldin,
Why so bleak
Think not of the bad,
for God blesses the meek.