You are not a Vorgon"
Well, no. But that's a "foregone" conclusion.
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Management.
Flips'em, flops'em,
trick and toss'em,
Words, words, words.
But even then,
You are not a Vorgon.
Well, no. But that's a "foregone" conclusion.
Word Weary
There are words that do not wear their meanings well,
The thoughts grown weary and much traveled.
Shuttled here and sent off there, and not a day of rest,
It’s clear that one day soon they will become unraveled.
When that day comes, how will we say, “I love you”
With words that really mean it? Instead of platitudes,
Existing on the edge of hope, unwelcome blatherings,
The dust-dry trudging syllables, with bone-weary attitudes.
And who will then say “Thank you,” and make it worth the spit?
“You’re welcome” to deflect the sound, and make a naught of it?
I would say,
“I am the world that the Sun you are illuminates!”
“You are my Morning, and my Day! My dawning waits,
For your presence, and your departure is the Twilight of my soul!
Such that the welcome sight of you becomes my only goal.”
I would say,
“You are the dew upon the fading flower,
That brings it one more day to life. Without your presence,
Hope would fade away, and all would wither in an hour,
You come with timeliness, and fill the world with pleasance.”
I would say,
“Nothing I can do will ever hope to pay,
The worth of all the wonders that you bring.
My spirits surging upward like laughter’s bubbling spray,
In the heart-embracing gladness of an endless blessed spring.”
Even so, there is a problem, though my words are fresh and new.
No one seems to understand what meaning to give to,
The phrase that stands for loving, as opposed to gratitude,
Appreciation also seems to be a series that’s unclued.
Because all of these things mean the same, we could exchange the lot.
So let’s examine what we have, there’s something I’ve forgot.
“You’re welcome” means “I love you” and “Thank You” means it too.
We did forget the meanings, and we need to make them new.
When someone says “You’re Welcome” they’re saying “I love you.”
And when you answer back with “Thank You” you can say “I love you too”
It’s not the least confusing since we’ve figured out the code.
I will take my leave in silence now that understanding’s been bestowed.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . June 23, 2004
wrote this the summer of 2000
Words like threads
I send to you these words,
wound up like silk threads
on a bobbin,
shiny, and soft,
where you can see the twist
helixing around in shimmery spirals.
I send you these words,
like threads wound about a shuttle,
ready to be woven in and out
as the fabric is made,
too weak perhaps for warp,
but perfect for weft.
I send you these words,
like linen thread, sunbleached
in the afternoon light, strong,
pliable, utilitarian.
With them sew up your memories
into a brilliant cloth
dazzling in the light.
Very, very, nice. A beautiful set of mental images.
"but... but... but... it's a Swingline... o-o-o-kayyy... that's the last straw... I could... burn the building down..."
that survey screwed me - it sez my life's a durn "Indie" flick.
Indiana Jones? Wow! That is so cool!
What a lucky guy!
No, not Jones - "Indy"
more like Nappy Dynamite - "Indie"
Okay, let me know when you want to make another. I'm working on a screen play.
I don't think we know anyone that lives near an ocean.
Underworld 3.
get rid of Michael Corvin.
Make my character the Ultimate Hybrid.
that might be fun.
| Your Brain is 60% Female, 40% Male |
 You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve |
I'm not alone in the castle. :-)
Well, Gabz lives near an ocean, but she'd put you to work.
I'm not familiar with this scenario. A hybrid of what and what?
The last thing I need is more work. LOL!
no, and yes.
I'm just boinging around, since the Almighties took the bar.
I used to live near the ocean, but now I live next to a salt lake. Not quite the same thing...but I have lots of sea gulls to remind me...
I have no clue what y'all are talking about and I probably am beter off for it.
This little farmer girl is up way past her bedtime and so I bid you all a fond god night.
I'm just here for a little while for my break. I just spent most of the day in front of the computer, and now I'm taking my break on the computer... go figure... LOL!
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