Re: Poetry Challenge, sorta
Oh kin is more kine than kinder it seems -
The maker, then breaker, then reminder of dreams
A jigsaw of shrapnel for passtime and thence
The weapon rebuilt - reused for "defence !!"
But should I butt into a poor son's domain?
Or should I hold fast, my words in refrain
Wait now...What?...Now? A furrow your brow...?
Why here you're with "family", so don't have a cow.
Take my advice: save your soul from this hell
Just pay the wee price of a roachy motel !
The debt, you regret but the better of bets
Nephew Billy, you know, is a wetter of beds!
DeShaz Registered User
Posts: 161
(5/31/03 3:19 pm) Reply
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Sorry to hear 'bout the decent of relation
It's clear to us here that you feel no elation.
Wasn't it Franklyn who compared guests to fish?
After three days you can't stomach the dish...
It's been a long week, though not really rotten.
I've been sneezing like mad and my head's full of cotton.
Spring in Wyoming comes late every year
if pollen's to judge, well, I'd say that it's here.
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My dear manniac, I feel your pain -
visting family has been my life's bane.
At least now they're gone, your chair has returned
with your comfort at home - and no bridges burned.
My weekend, I fear, was not what I'd hoped.
Strange things were afoot - I think I got doped.
A drink unattended at a very busy bar . . .
thank god I had friends who didn't live far.
What is it with men who's timing is bad?
My beau decided to discuss what we had.
My patience wore thin and my nerves were frayed
and away from the point I'm afraid I strayed.
So "just friends" we've become all over again -
but for once this parting doesn't feel like the end.
But I'm single again, and determined to find
someone new and fun - a man with a mind.
But in the meantime I work and play with my dog
who (unlike my ex) doesn't sit like a log
when I tell her my woes, she's attentive and kind
though her discourse doesn't do much for the over-active mind.
All in all I guess things aren't that bad -
I'm going home next month to see my dad,
my sisters are well, I dig my new place
and in the mail from a friend, I just got a case
of my favorite Chianti - the best to be sure.
The hardest part will be saving some for her!
So there you have it - my comings and goings
I just hope that quite soon things will be slowing!
fluttersby
"The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
DeShaz Registered User
Posts: 162
(6/2/03 3:09 pm) Reply
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flutter, I'm sorry to hear 'bout your beau.
Of this sort of thing, I'm well said to know.
"More fish in the sea" and "Better without him"
My friends always tell me, I've come to doubt them.
I'm tired of living my life all alone,
No one there to greet me when I come home.
My cat, like your dog, has little to say.
Small comfort, alone, at the end of the day.
Is it too much to ask to find real love?
Someone there always, I won't get sick of?
Someone to hold me and comfort my pain?
Someone with whom I could walk in the rain?
Someone to talk to, with pleasure to spare?
Is it really too much? Is that person too rare?
Well, maybe it is, I simply don't know.
I've got love to give, no one to bestow.
I wish you the best, be careful at bars.
The drugs that they slip you could land you on Mars.
I think that you're special, talented too.
I hope that you find someone worthy of you.
Now, just one last thing...about all that wine -
Won't take long to get there, when do we dine?
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Thank you DeShaz, you're incredibly sweet
and if I may so so myself, I think you're neat!
But it seems things change minute my minute -
first I'm out of the game, now I'm back in it.
He's reconsidered his choice - again
and assures me he'll never repeat "just friends."
With all the right words (and all the right wine)
I've decided to take him back - this time.
So here we go again, on the coaster ride,
hopefully his mood won't change with the tide.
But enough of this talk! Let's find something new
to chat about today - what's up with you?
And where has Falderal gone to this time?
I was looking forward to reading more of his rhyme.
Come out, come out wherever you are!
All you U and D folk, belly up to the bar!
fluttersby
"The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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That feller Falderal had failed to tell 'er
That his days bring to mind the end of "Old Yeller"...
I can't incant nor curse in verse
If that's not enuff - my spelling is worse!
Bewitched with whichever of many a glitch
I'm the first to admit that life is a bitch!
What for? Ask you, head kindly askew
That I be inclined to kneel at the pew
What for?! With rhetoric, I tell you the score
I write all wrong on the theme metaphor
Three years of efforts has had me in tears
And if that's not enuff - the end never nears
I've phrased and rephrased - my head in a daze
How will I find my way out of this haze?
Well here I am, Ma'am, sharing my jam,
And know you well, I do what I can
My absence is absinthe for those who hate rhyme
But I'll make myself present when I have more time
Thanks to you for your welcome, my dear Fluttersby
As for my random visits - now you know why!
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