The Leaves & Arrivals Autumn Word Jam
- stilltrucking
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- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
I think Clay said he was Palin round with the weatherman too
I hope it don't come back to haunt him when McCain decides to replace Sarah with Clay and run on the absurdists party platform
yes my mother's gene pool
always that
to rise above
or be singled out
as special
to blame
some of us are poets
some of us are not
some of us got to live in "the holy land"
some of us are homeless.
there is a cure
for a disease called man
I am falling into the new year
forever spring
the live oak tree
before my garden
Pecan trees just begining to show yellow tinge
ground littered with pecan shells
and sassy fat squirels
the end of summer
and the living is easy
all I know about life
in three words
"it goes on" robert frost.
there is a season
and an uncloudy day
of baby blue skies
and a full moon
I hope it don't come back to haunt him when McCain decides to replace Sarah with Clay and run on the absurdists party platform
yes my mother's gene pool
always that
to rise above
or be singled out
as special
to blame
some of us are poets
some of us are not
some of us got to live in "the holy land"
some of us are homeless.
there is a cure
for a disease called man
I am falling into the new year
forever spring
the live oak tree
before my garden
Pecan trees just begining to show yellow tinge
ground littered with pecan shells
and sassy fat squirels
the end of summer
and the living is easy
all I know about life
in three words
"it goes on" robert frost.
there is a season
and an uncloudy day
of baby blue skies
and a full moon
- hester_prynne
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- Joined: June 26th, 2006, 12:35 am
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Autumn jam,
plums, apples,
safe in jars,
ready for the
morning toasts.
Warmer pajamas come on,
and evenings break earlier
after stunning light
that Parrish rose,
to the beauty of.
Autumm leaves me
her still lives of mortality,
her dead at my feet,
and I the pyre of self,
become her chanted silent prayer.
Autumn is our trust
in dust to dust,
as she lies drama dying,
like so many times before,
she will return.
plums, apples,
safe in jars,
ready for the
morning toasts.
Warmer pajamas come on,
and evenings break earlier
after stunning light
that Parrish rose,
to the beauty of.
Autumm leaves me
her still lives of mortality,
her dead at my feet,
and I the pyre of self,
become her chanted silent prayer.
Autumn is our trust
in dust to dust,
as she lies drama dying,
like so many times before,
she will return.
"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW
- sonofthesun
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- Joined: December 20th, 2004, 3:48 am
- Location: the ocean
no empty space
its me and my friends
talkin bout vacuums
and if and if not they exist
but we all know there is no empty space
so why argue
it is apparent
talkin bout vacuums
and if and if not they exist
but we all know there is no empty space
so why argue
it is apparent
There is no empty space
- Doreen Peri
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- Joined: July 10th, 2004, 3:30 pm
- Location: Virginia
- Contact:
jimbo the scarecrow, whaddya know?
he looks so handsome in straw!
i can almost hear the crows caw!
judih's making puppets!
everything is as it should be, yes
,,,,,
woke up this morning
to a google of giggles
two girls can make
a racket with the laughs!
what a lovely sound
happiness abounds
outside the autumn mist
kissed on grass blades,
and leaves spread thin
like a blanket,
the season's autograph
he looks so handsome in straw!
i can almost hear the crows caw!
judih's making puppets!
everything is as it should be, yes
,,,,,
woke up this morning
to a google of giggles
two girls can make
a racket with the laughs!
what a lovely sound
happiness abounds
outside the autumn mist
kissed on grass blades,
and leaves spread thin
like a blanket,
the season's autograph
- Doreen Peri
- Site Admin
- Posts: 14544
- Joined: July 10th, 2004, 3:30 pm
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i'll second that emoticon
starts off cozy
harvested jams
an jammys
then a leap into
twilight
inward
reflective
an down right
philosophic
eternal
with a twist of hope
from an earthy lady
with a clue
absolute
like fine vodka!
not in jest
i followed th flow of th poem
an lordy
there it was!
and
she don like palin or hillarious
but at least she do know
th diff twixt sneaky an la·men·ta·ble :(
starts off cozy
harvested jams
an jammys
then a leap into
twilight
inward
reflective
an down right
philosophic
eternal
with a twist of hope
from an earthy lady
with a clue
absolute
like fine vodka!
not in jest
i followed th flow of th poem
an lordy
there it was!
and
she don like palin or hillarious
but at least she do know
th diff twixt sneaky an la·men·ta·ble :(
Last edited by jimboloco on October 13th, 2008, 12:02 pm, edited 3 times in total.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
judith making puppets in oz
an my sister jus(t) had a party in holland
her (grown up) kids made a puppet show!
puppets rule!
foaming puppets with blood stains!
an my sister jus(t) had a party in holland
her (grown up) kids made a puppet show!
puppets rule!
foaming puppets with blood stains!
parrots sqwaking!
palm trees swaying!
have a cup of coffee!
meditative sojourn
into the day
drawing scribbles
nothing
everything
caw caw caw!!!
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
- stilltrucking
- Posts: 20607
- Joined: October 24th, 2004, 12:29 pm
- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
Hester wrote:
my life is
as I move from dumb to dumber
the blessings of longevity
as I stare into the rising sun
and get hit by an eastbound garbage truck
dust to dust
pot to ashes
burning leaves
I am stoned
on bitter herbs
dust to dust, sounds like something from the bible
or is it shakespeare
I am such a heathen christ killer
I am warped out of time
thinking about December's children
and saturday's child
my mystical amiga
of the voice that impales me.
rumble tumble ramble
liked the poem
I am in a tragic mode these days
Staring into a setting sun.
over the pacific
my salty face
feels such loving grace
and tender indifference to the dusty words
falling petals from an autumn rosethat Parrish rose,
my life is
as I move from dumb to dumber
the blessings of longevity
as I stare into the rising sun
and get hit by an eastbound garbage truck
dust to dust
pot to ashes
burning leaves
I am stoned
on bitter herbs
dust to dust, sounds like something from the bible
or is it shakespeare
I am such a heathen christ killer
I am warped out of time
thinking about December's children
and saturday's child
my mystical amiga
of the voice that impales me.
rumble tumble ramble
liked the poem
I am in a tragic mode these days
Staring into a setting sun.
over the pacific
my salty face
feels such loving grace
and tender indifference to the dusty words
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