Poetry and Potpourri ....... September 24, 2003

9-24-2003 | JustAmy, Mama_Bear, St.Louie1

[JustAmy]

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The Poetry Branch has been in limbo since the prior hostess left FreeRepublic April 15th 2003. We've since learned that said hostess has lost her posting privilege. That being the case, and Jim Robinson having given his ok, I wanted to renew the thread.

FreeRepublic is blessed with many fine poets, and we look forward to seeing their poems posted on FR once again. There were many non-poet FReepers who visited the Poetry Branch for the camaraderie; we hope they will return.

I would like to invite everyone to visit and relax at Poetry and Potpourri. Hopefully you will renew old acquaintances for chatting, sharing jokes, telling stories, posting cartoons, etc. Everyone needs a place to escape from the everyday news, make Poetry and Potpourri that place.

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The Belvedere's Guardian Wolf ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf.

[MistyCA]

OMG, Amy. That snake thing is hilarious! LOL!

[Darksheare]

It's an ongoing self joke.
I have either a habit, or a big knack for posting on a thread and having it end up..
well, you could hear crickets in there.

So I have an ongoing joke about me being the Slayer of Threads.
It's based off of me once posting on a thread back in 2000, and the thread not having a single post added for a year.
The next guy who posts decides to flame me like mad.
Fast forward to about a month ago, Dimensional Doors thread.
I post, and for almost a whole day the thread was empty.
So I end up with the "When the thread is dead, the furniture comes to LIFE!" gag.
Wrote a bunch of one post short stories about how the furniture was trying to kill me.
Sis got in on the act and it bacame a bigger in thread gag.

So now I have the joking title of "Darksheare, Thread Killer." Kinda would be funny to have on a business card.
*chuckle*
I dunno, I just have this huge knack for posting at the tale end of a thread...
I also have the title, from my school days, as "King of Drek and Drivel".
As you can see from the 'I have become Drek' short, it too is a joke.
(It also lampoons the "I have become death, destroyer of worlds" 'poem'.)

[MistyCA]

OH oh. I posted that yellow dress too late! Sorry. The girls all called one right after the other and I got sidetracked! Good to see you Larry! :)

[MistyCA]

LOL! That is good!!!!

[Darksheare]

Yes, exploitation of hamsters is a wonderful thing.
Not sure what I'm going to switch to next as I honestly haven't written any alternate ones down.

[Darksheare]

Gary Larson was great.
Wish he didn't 'retire'.

[MistyCA]

Ha! Don't we all which it only surfaced on Halloween! LOL!

[MistyCA]

break them out!

[Darksheare]

OKay.

Unforeseen Ending

You know it'll never be the same.
Never be the way it was before-
I never had to tell you that.
I liked the way you let your hair fall down.
Now there's a need to beg forgiveness.
But certain things are better left undone.
And all I see, all I'll be-
why you wanted me?
Impossible? Impossible.
Have I waited here too long?
Must've meant to tell you.
Tell you that I liked the way you moved.
Now I sit here reflecting.
But I hate to sit here without.
So I try to buy absolution.
But your blood is still on my hands.
And all I see, All i'll ever be-
why you wanted me?
Impossible? Impossible.
Were you right here all along?

*break, change*

Maybe

Maybe I'm an angel with clipped wings.
Maybe I'm just another of the broken things
drifting through mem'ries faded scenes.
Maybe I'm the dream instead of the dreamer
a cutoff scream in a darkened theater.
Maybe I'm a knight bereft of his armor
an Arlington ghost in search of more honor.
Maybe I'm a bird never meant to fly
a carousel pony going for the last ride.
Maybe I'm a thought never thought again
a distant last parting of long lost friends.
Maybe.
Maybe I'm an angel with clipped wings.
Maybe I'm another of those broken things.

[MistyCA]

I know the feeling well. I tend to say what I am thinking and sometimes it seems like it stops everything cold...on a dime! It's the sort of thing that makes you think, whaaa......the.....!

[MistyCA]

I like both of those. Thanks for posting them. !

[Victoria Delsoul]

getting an early start on Halloween?

From day one, LOL!

[Jen]

Hi LJ. Glad you popped in. Nice poem too. Having fun with your grandsons?

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hehehe, thanks Misty, but Jen's poem is a classic.

Hey guys, don't forget the debate is at 9pm.

[Darksheare]

Welcome.
When I stop a thread in it's tracks, I always say, "Wha Happen?"
Then I go torment another thread...

[MistyCA]

This just came into my email....thought it was worth sharing

Don't Mess With Mom :

My son came home from school one day,
witha smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough,
to put me in my place.


"Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr. Wright?
It's all about the laws today,
The "Children's Bill of Rights."


It says I need not clean my room,
don't have to cut my hair.
No one can tell me what to think,
or speak, or what to wear.


I have freedom from religion,
and regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
and I sure don't have to pray.


I can wear earrings if I want,
And pierce my tongue and nose.
I can read and watch just what I like,
and get tattoos from head to toes.


And if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges,
with the marks on my behind.


Don't you ever touch me,
My body's only for my use,
not for your hugs and kisses,
that's just more child abuse.


Don't preach about your morals,
like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control,
And it's illegal too!

Mom, I have these children's rights,
so you can't influence me,
or I'll call Children's Services Division,
better known as C. S. D.


Of course my first instinct was
To toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson
made me think a little more.


I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this go.
A smile crept upon my face,
he's messing with a pro.


The next day I took him shopping
at the local Goodwill Store.
I told him,"Pick out all you want,
there's shirts and pants galore.


I've called and checked with C. S. D.
who said they didn't care
if I bought you K-Mart shoes
instead of Nike Air.


And I've canceled that appointment
to take your driver's test.
The C. S. D. is unconcerned
so I'll decide what's best.


I said "No time to stop and eat,
or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can start to learn
to make your own sack lunch."


Just save the raging appetite,
and wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions,
a favorite dish of mine.


He asked "Can I please rent a movie,
to watch on my VCR?"
"Sorry, but I sold your TV,
to put new tires on my car."


I also rented out your room,
you'll take the couch instead.
All the C. S. D. requires is
a roof for over your head.


Your clothing won't be trendy now,
and I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get,
will buy me something neat.


I'm selling off your jet ski,
dirt-bike and roller blades.
Check out the "Parents Bill of Rights,"*
Hey hot shot, are you crying,
and why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out,
instead of C. S. D..?

[MistyCA]

I was supposed to be sewing today. Didn't sew a stitch! I have to get outta here and get something done!

Both of the poems you and Jen posted were great.

[Jen]

Debate? Gotta skip it. Bachelor Bob makes his debut! *swoon* See ya in a couple hours.

[Darksheare]

Called away on a sunny day.
Too busy to stay, too urgent to go.
Only 19, only 19.
Never got to say goodbye.
Turned the key and left the world behind.
Only 19, only 19.
The wake is over, the ground is cold.
The pain is getting rather old.
But you won't know any of that
You were called away on a sunny day.
And now you're forever 19.

Requiem for a friend. 21 August, 1981 - 29 December, 2000.

And now some drek:

Pins and needles, turning wheels
turning on the sea.
Winking words from snoring birds
I'm not here usually
The butterflies with neon eyes say
'come hang out with me'
With twisted wire, pantry fires
Got a scorched air policy
Dancing dreamers & smoking lemurs
at the movie opening
Got it wrong, the same old song
A red flag penalty
Sawing frogs on rolling logs
Down at Marquess D'Homily
Stranger now how life turns out
in the Coffee Tear machine.

[MistyCA]

Bachelor Bob? You watch that stuff??? LOL! Swoon on! :)