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In these, our quintessential days,
While each dead sinner hopes and prays
And Heaven's server freezes up
And backlogs our anointing cup
In queue we wait, with patience thin
And wonder, will God let us in?
Or is this it, forever thus,
To stand in Heaven's line and cuss?
"Hey I'm going out to get a steak."
"Aren't you going to eat fish? It's Friday."
"Oh yeah."
Taken by day
By day
Like rotten
Fruit buried
In the
Heat of the sun
Coffee is overhead
and planes fly by
Hegel’s not deep
I can understand Hegel
Hegel’s not deep
I have spent sleepless nights
Flaring fire
Blown out
Out—, soon
Face—, look
Through eyes;
In paper
ON sheet
He said to her;
"Can I tell you something?"
"What is it?"
"Hello."
a little love
a little squalor
a little sty
where I can waller
@hack
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Lover, if
...you were a parched orange
I'd rather let you die whole and bright
Than see all your zest dwindle, little by little
And peal away
Slow and sticky
As you struggle to cling
To the roots of your tree
Down Under
I know he acted ginger,
as God would want him to,
when Noah tucked his asps in
a pouch of Kangaroo
Uncharacteristically for upstate New York, we're only getting light snow today, unlike residents of the lower Mid-Atlantic states unaccustomed to measuring snowfall in feet, not inches. The following ditty is dedicated to the good people of Maryland and the District of Columbia:
If the snow ever stops,
we can quit warming our hands 'round a steaming cup,
start opening the door and setting free our skittish pup
who'll sniff the lawn 'til grasses poke up their tops
if the snow ever stops,
if the snow ever stops.
I like the subtle battle in the lines between the snow and the thaw, with the snow still winning out in the end. Nicely done, Auntie!Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
beneath that cog
another broke
a wheel spun free
and missed a stroke
our love entire
though God had spoke
began to grind
and give off smoke
with hearts ablaze
a funeral pyre
and no alarm
to fight the fire
languid complaint
as Nero's lyre
we stood and watched
the blazing bier
prodding embers
in afterthought
what once was love
is not so hot
A kiss,
a spat,
and love goes down the toilet.
I don't understand this spinning earth
or comprehend a lepton's worth,
but in my world it's plain to see
the universe encircles me.
^ I liked this so much that I actually laughed and got some strange looks.
Quote:
Originally Posted by hack
The universe around you
searched long until it found you.
Though you may have a wandering foot,
I suggest you just stay put!
But if he doesQuote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
you will see
his legs will shrink,
and knees will weak.
With respect to Robert Burns style of common things...
The armored clad
with boxy shape
the little lad
the winged cape
with fearful gaze
six bony legs
a look of craze
stationed dregs
admired not
less than slug
a caustic shot
a Stink Bug