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This was in responce to a picture challange at the CPC Blog a while back...
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A Journey Through The Moonlight
In sleep when this old man's body lies flattened by my age and gravity moonlight a blob of wax on my bed . . . dripping to the floor reflecting my depravity It moves there like a tear down a cheek . . . Under the back door into the silver meadow, floating like a prowling hunting white bird Darting swiftly as an arrow like a pool of thought, frosty under the moon, as if by its nature, boneless and absurd.
The moon lifts me up into its white field, a cloud shaped like an old man, porous with stars and thought I float through high dark branches and shiver Sweeping through the night until caught in my tatterered fleece blanket of a shroud Like a corpse tangled in a tree on a river.
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With beguiling seductress eyes
Doing her dance of the butterflies
Oozing charm from her pores
Lucky Lady was keeping scores
Of suitors waiting in the aisles
for just one of her macabre smiles
She loved books by men long dead
And dreamed of them in her empty bed
Playing their parts on the cinema stage
Leaving her spent as an empty page
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Georgy Porgy pudding and pie,
kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the girls came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away.
He's out reveling in nature, Bo Peep declared
and some might say he's running scared!
Has he fooled you!" Miss Muffit said.
He's very partial to my bed
And when he slept with Tinkerbell
he had that horrid Fairy Liquid smell!
Said Goldilocks "What total rot
he's always at my porridge pot
He may be shy with other folks
but he knows where to sew his oats!"
Such bull-crap said Red Riding Hood,
He's with my Grannie in the wood
He chases her both back and forth
and you won't hear her crying wolf!
Snow White asked, "How can that be?
He mostly spends his nights with me!
He's now a full grown man of course
which blows the socks off seven dwarfs!"
The Sleeping Beauty slowly stirred,
and said "I don't believe a word,
Your toes would curl if you could see,
his special way of waking me!"
The fairy on the Christmas tree
said "How I wish that it were me!
It's difficult to have much fun,
with a tree rammed up your bum!"
Cried Mary to her little lamb,
"Oh what a stupid girl I am!
He swore to me his heart was mine,
but he was cheating all the time!
And though I may retain his heart,
he loans out all his other parts!"
Poor old Peter locked his wife away
safe from Georgie's roaming gigolo way
I don't dare open the pumpkin to release her
For fear that Georgie just might tease her
The Queen of Hearts with malice said
I've been betrayed. Off with his head!
Screamed Alice through the looking glass
"Forget his head, we want his ass!
Snapped Margery Daw from her see-saw
"I can't see what he chose you for!
When he's around, I charge three bucks
before we start our downs and ups
Since special offers I've denounced,
my surcharge is a quarter a bounce.
Which after all is only fair,
to compensate for wear and tear!"
At our expense he has his fun,"
yelled Mary the contrary one,
"He used to make my garden grow,
until that day he hurt me so,
When I found out that cheating flirt
now chases Cinderella's skirt!
I cannot wait, I must confess,
until he fumbles in that dress.
When he finds out that she's a dude
he'll definitely lose his damn attitude
"Look, there he goes!" Miss Muffit yelled,
"He's sprinting like he's jet propelled!"
That's Cinderella close behind,
I've heard she/he's the possessive kind!"
And that's how Georgy first began
looking up at clouds and nature's View
he was knocked flat on his ass that day
and now no longer runs away.
For he is living in a rundown shoe,
with Mother Goose and children, twenty two.
And though they're running out of space,
from furthering the Human Race,
He seems contented and serene,
remembering where the hell he's been!
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A couple borrowed lines from:
Lady Cheryl & Russell Smith
Mother Goose Brothers Grim
Lewis Carroll and others
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Tags: Poetry Writing
It's a damp and grey hung over autumnal morning..I was awakened in the town drunk tank rather pleasantly by a smiling chubby policeman who delivered coffee and an egg mcmuffin. And..the happy news I would be four hours in this damp, dank, urine scented, habitat of drunks who smelled of sweat, prostitutes who smelled of sex and Mr. Chubby Police attendant who reeked of old spice and pathetic lonely desperation. It was strange that I couldn't remember much past the Karaoke bar where I belted out Torch songs until I was 86'ed. I guess after two AM when everything shut down I had to pee. Nothing was open so I used my ATM card to get in the bank foyer where the machine is. There was a waste basket under the counter where you fill out deposit slips... so I used that. (I was desperate and realy had to pee) Well next thing you know theres a policeman tap tapping on the window. I wasn't coming out. Well guess what? He had his own ATM card. BASTARD! So I threw a waste can full of soggy paper slips and pee at him and attempted to run.... Well...You can't run with your nylon pantyhose around your ankles. So...There I sat realizing I had to call home for bail. I am in deepshit on the home-front folks.. And..I still gotta go to court.. I'll plead guilty of course after all there are cameras in those bank ATM's..
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Thinking about going to bingo
Or a neighbor hood bar and grill
My old man's such a friggin' dildo
I think it's time for his happy pill
I want to just get away from here
My senior living apartment home
Think I'll go cry in my damn beer
Just hit the city sidewalk and roam
My neighbors all are acting my age
The age of mine I just do not feel I own
They bring to me such a creeping rage
With platitudes and talking of weather
Sharing their daily aches and pains
putting puzzles endlessly together
And wondering if tonight it rains
I need a stiff..(Well that too)...drink
And dancing to a jukebox till two
And tonight is lady's night I think
So Damn It All! that's just what I'll do....
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So this morning I woke up extremely sore and could barely walk. I thought gee maybe I'm constipated so I had a glass of prune juice after coffee.
Nope it was not that at all...
(After sitting on the pot long enough to read all the jokes in the readers digest and smoke four Virginia Slims cigarettes)
Well maybe at my age... perhaps.. it's hemorrhoids.
So I fished around in the medicine cabinet to find Morty's Preperation H...
You see... he was a truck driving man.. ..and from what he says.. all truck drivers have them,.. piles big as grapes he tells me.
So anywho..I get me a big old dab of that cream on my index finger to apply to my little Cheerio down there and guess what?
Well it seems I had about four or five Sloe Gin Fizzes on the couch last night and barely remember watching Sixty Minutes.. ( Must have blacked out again) And Morty I believe had his way with me and left a butt-plug thingy stuffed right up my back door!.. Well he's on my shit list right along with the dog Percy who tinkled right on my fuzzy slippers..
Soooo how was you're morning?
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Well I have made my way over from myspace. Gawd I thought menopause was frustrating! I hated to leave so many friends behind and delete it...But..It was turning into a trendy little glitzy celebrity seeking mall whore kind of place. Well I hope to make many new friends here at this little spot.
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