POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[DonQuixote]

Can I be a Reference for Kuli?
He certainly has the technical knowledge down pat.

We have any Chinese and Hispanic guys around to stand in for Cheech and Chong?

Ooh - HBB, where are you? This is your chance for a starring role as the funny, stoned, Chinese guy.

Is Elvin1 Hispanic? Is he interested in playing Cheech?

 

[Lefty]

I believe elvin is cubano

and I am sure he would rather play With than be cheech

star is no longer in the tower so he could do chong....

imagine a stoned chinese with a british accent.

how do you know what Kuli got down Pat?

has Pat been talking out of turn again?

 

[DonQuixote]

Good Morning, Leftykins.
Full of P&V in the wee hours of 2 January 2011?
I kept popping back over as I worked on updating/remodeling my Zoo - the beasts I have acquired in my travels fighting for truth are many and varied. I fear I have bee away from home so long that they had multiplied and grown into a state of disarray.
Some sections of my meager estate have been improved, but many hectacres are still in need of repair.

I didst not see thy personage appearing in these hallowed halls.

 

[Lefty]

This place got so exciting, I just wasn't able to deal with it

The Sunday paper arrived at 0445. so to contain my enthusiasm

levels within the factory issued and approved vessels, I stopperd

the entrance and exit points until subject agitation and excitement

were adequately quelled or stifled. Any questions?

oh, and know, i can't right nun of them fukin poimey gay things neither.

 

[DonQuixote]

Why, Leftycuss,
Did you deign visit us prior to your hoity toity hi fallutin' event around Brunch Time?

When you come back with all of your illicit winnings, we will permit you to send a major contribution a couple of different ways, to assuage your black soul.

 

[Lefty]

Hell Blizz

My software

won't even let me write my name.

Keeps putting all the lead in my"ART" pencil.

 

[BoiOnFire]

I too use write poetry years ago, sadly like so many I never seem to find the time any more. Here are four examples of mine, I hope you enjoy them.


He laid me down in the woods
To take my virginity
He called it fucking
But mostly I thought it was for love
A sacrifice to attain an everlasting emotion
I was taught true love conquers all
And that good girls didn’t do that without a ring
But mostly I thought it was something you bought with gold
He told me love is free, that it couldn’t survive in a cage
And that each thrust would shake away all my misconceptions
He called it a right of passage
But mostly I thought I would become someone new
A new woman, one who’s eyes would be opened to a different world
And in the heat of the moment
When the jumbled song of rushing hormones had just started to become clear
It was over
Only to be replaced with a questioning doubt
A gnawing feeling that I was missing something so simple
Yet infinitely complicated
But mostly I thought
With a cold certainty
Id never be the same again



Heart Song

Listen, listen
To the sound of your own heart
Take a chance that it won’t break
Never fail to take its guiding advice
Heed the gentle tugs of its strings
Hear the notes from its vast chambers
Always feel the subtle hints of its echoing song
And if you’re mindful
If you take care
If you pave your way with the soulful knowledge
That it will always be there
Then perhaps just maybe
One day you will see
The love and devotion it has for me



In the beginning it was a dream
A sugar coated fairy tale told to children
And I believed them
I swallowed whole the lies with a passionate fervor
Only the young can know
But as time wore on
The reality of it all crashed in with an exacting vengeance
Tearing down my carefully constructed illusion
Washing the shore of my country clean off the map
And when I surfaced
Struggling for breath
The air
Whose sweet scent had nourished my life
Was bitter and stale
I picked up the pieces and set about
To rebuild the lazy laconic lie
With which I choose to drug myself
And now
When reality rears its ugly head
I turn a blind eye
Always mindful of where my foot steps




Regret’s Revenge

Regret has shadowed me
It has for nineteen years
And no matter which way I step
With dogged determination it’s always near
I hurt a boy once not with my fists
With my words I cut him to the quick
And although I didn’t mean it
I let my temper lead the way
And no matter what I do now
These feelings will always stay
I said the one thing that I knew would hurt him
I tried to kill his soul
And even though I thought I had reason
It seems to have come back seven fold
Where is he at these days
I often wonder what he’s doing
And I doubt he knows the pain I feel
I don’t think he would even care
But I know a boy who I once hurt
And its to him I wish to say
I’m sorry I ever said it
And if I could take it back I would
But once it left my mouth
I knew I never could

 

[Whipped]

Texas Cowboy Rescued: A Sonnet

"With hair to his crack he must be a whore.
And look at his cock. It's as big a a bat
in his Wrangs," the men snickered, whipping my ass
with the platter-sized buckle I proudly wore
as a prize for riding a bull. "Once he's spanked
till his ass is on fire, we'll each take our turn
at fucking his cute little two-breast shaped ass,"
they yelled while they vigorously, viciously yanked
my Wrangs out of my crack. "And look how his cock
spurts cum," they laughed, "with each slash of the whip."
My cock stood up straighter with every whack
and they laughed loudly, but in their talk
they were caught when my foreman upon them did slip.
my cock stood up striagter with every whack

 

[Whipped]

TICKET HOME: A Sonnet for Dean

Without the fare by bus to spend
the Christmas week with family and friends,
Dean hitch-hiked a ride though he had to sit
with a load of hogs. "Now it's no use to lend
an umbrella," the driver said. "The rain's too strong.
You'd better sit in the cab with me." So Dean sat
beside the man who noticed the welts on his back
and politely asked what he had done wrong.
When Dean told him why, he said he understood.
And he said he'd seen two cowboys stripped
at a truck stop, strung up face to face, each prong
as stiff as quartz. "Now they've had a real good
bullwhipping (thirty strokes) and their cute asses whipped
mush, the men said, "We know our purchase was strong."

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Witch Hunt
[part III of fear]


The night is black without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
A lonely, torchlit hill

Features distorted, in the flickering light
Faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
Mob moves like demons possessed

Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise with burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill

They say there are strangers who threaten us
Our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves

Those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge, quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

The Weapon
[part II of fear]


We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us...

He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying

And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him...

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they're afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Enemy Within
[part I of fear]


Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin

Pow pow pow pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tense to fence the enemy within


I'm not giving in to security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams


Suspicious looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window
Was it only trees in the wind?

Every breath a static charge
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within


I'm not giving in
I'm not missing out
I'm not giving up


To you, is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
And you...revolution or just resistance?
Is it living, or just existence?
Yeah, you! It takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance


I'm not giving in to security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams

 

[Kulindahr]

there's a Bammer on my bed
curled up right by my head
that would be nice, you bet!
except this dog is wet

 

[DonQuixote]

Kuli,
Don't growl,
Get a TOWEL!

By now, after many a sigh,
I bet he's finally dry.

 

[Lefty]

A poem for two friends
both wet behind the ears.


The Kuli and the Kid
Or Who is Who Here

I can only bet
The reason he is wet

Had to do with run
And lots of silly Fun

What a way to know
That traipsing through snow

Chasing tails and balls
Across Icy streams and falls

Shows more than simple care
about the friends cavorting there

There is no warmer glove
then that special kind of love.

Look sharp its Kuli and there's the kid
But, Who is the Kuli, And Who is the kid

 

[Kulindahr]

^

Kuli,
Don't growl,
Get a TOWEL!

By now, after many a sigh,
I bet he's finally dry.

I went through three towels. You ever try to dry a dog enough to let him under the covers?

 

[Lefty]

Yes,

My chow was totally fucked up, thought he was a water spaniel or a lab.

Used to love diving into the pool swimming around and the coming over

and wanting to be best buddies.

Yes, I bought an industrial strength blow dryer..... And that sadistic long

haired curly tailed son of a bitch (literally son of a bitch) loved it.

God I miss him. Kuro Ninja Kuma. r.i.p.

 

[DonQuixote]

Kuli,
We've only owned cats, who aren't always overly fond of getting wet. But, I have been around a pooch or two when they decided to shake out, lol.

How bad a hair day did he have today?

Lefty,
Sounds like you had a great relationship with your dog.

 

[Lefty]

I have had dogs and cats all my life.

'ninja' was the hardest headed most stubborn and loving protective of

them all. He liked MY cat and tolerated my partners f-ing poodle. No one,

including my partner could lay a hand on me without clearing it with him.

Have not replaced him....some days I think about it but not for long.

 

[Kulindahr]

Kuli,
We've only owned cats, who aren't always overly fond of getting wet. But, I have been around a pooch or two when they decided to shake out, lol.

How bad a hair day did he have today?

Picture a fox hound -- hair lies down, almost no matter what happens to it (a friend tried to get it to stand up once, using hair spray, but the moment Bammer shook, it went down).

The nice thing is that when he visited the ladies at my mom's quilting circle, he wasn't leaving hair on black slacks.


Just FYI: I'm nearly done with Part 3! Had to invent a new map symbol, for distinguishing between town (walled) and village. I don't think there's anything new in the rest of the chapters, which is fine by me.

I've discovered that the geographical relationship of the Realm (Quistadors) and the Valley and Celts isn't quite what I thought. But it leads to the need for topographical stuff, or it will look like things are a lot closer than geography allows in terms of travel time.

And back to reading... and editing; I'm doing lots of editing, and wondering how I could have been so sloppy.