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winds removes snow
from perfect skate ice
mind glides around islands
aging ankle wrapped
the rescue crew's explanation
was cold and long-winded,
but the snowman they found
had bony ankles
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the bunny hops away
happily chewing
the snowman's nose
^^
The carrot is a bunny's prize
birds swoop and peck his raisin eyes
his cauliflower
ears devoured
the sun brings a slow demise.
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The carrot is a bunny's prize
birds swoop and peck his raisin eyes
his cauliflower
ears devoured
the sun brings a slow demise.
so when you see a lump of coal
on wet sidewalk, there lies the soul
of one more snowman, winter's child
who slipped away when nights were mild
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so when you see a lump of coal
on wet sidewalk, there lies the soul
of one more snowman, winter's child
who slipped away when nights were mild
I’ll take my lumps this winter
in sugary cubes for tepid teas
and knuckled fists for passionate pleas
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I’ll take my lumps this winter
in sugary cubes for tepid teas
and knuckled fists for passionate pleas
Now lie here on my bed of nails
I'll get you up
when I'm damned ready. <you know i have to intervene once you guys get too rhymey on me>
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(01-22-2015, 05:55 AM)bena Wrote: I’ll take my lumps this winter
in sugary cubes for tepid teas
and knuckled fists for passionate pleas
Now lie here on my bed of nails
I'll get you up
when I'm damned ready. <you know i have to intervene once you guys get too rhymey on me>
That's fine with me
Now lie here on my bed of nails
I'll get you up
when I'm damned ready.
Damned and ready
for the tempest, I lie
in your sea of blue sheets
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Damned and ready
for the tempest, I lie
in your sea of blue sheets
running bare-rigged
before the storm, boarded
by a pirate with sea-blue eyes
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running bare-rigged
before the storm, boarded
by a pirate with sea-blue eyes
strutting bare-assed
before our crew, ravaged
by seamen’s driftwood
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<<<wait did Chris just admit he was a whore????>>>
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(01-23-2015, 11:02 PM)bena Wrote: <<<wait did Chris just admit he was a whore????>>>
Nah, I’m a slut, as I don’t charge to exchange body-fluids for mutual pleasure dreamy-eyes.
Hey, where’s the next ‘ku?
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storm clouds brewing--
bitter drink, but smooth tasting,
strong, opens eyes
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Patching
strutting bare-assed
before our crew, ravaged
by seamen’s driftwood
storm clouds brewing--
bitter drink, but smooth tasting,
strong, opens eyes
ocean smoothed driftwood
teepeed for the match
snow covered sand
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ocean smoothed driftwood
teepeed for the match
snow covered sand
huddled for warmth
new lovers squeal
shooting stars are lost to them
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Oh dammit I skipped Chris's poem
huddled for warmth
new lovers squeal
shooting stars are lost to them
squealing
he shoots behind the bush
a full moon
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squealing
he shoots behind the bush
a full moon
splashing
the shot frog
Basho hears
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somewhere
by the old pond
Basho cries
no one cries
for fresh bashed heads
by the old mill pond
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no one cries
for fresh bashed heads
by the old mill pond
Mr. Potatohead lies on the ground,
hat flattened, spectacles out of round.
He's been thoroughly bashed,
whipped to frenzy and mashed,
butter rammed into him by the pound.
Good morning, Chris,
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(01-29-2015, 09:17 PM)ellajam Wrote: no one cries
for fresh bashed heads
by the old mill pond
Mr. Potatohead lies on the ground,
hat flattened, spectacles out of round.
He's been thoroughly bashed,
whipped to frenzy and mashed,
butter rammed into him by the pound.
Good morning, Chris,
Ella!
Mr. Potatohead lies on the ground,
hat flattened, spectacles out of round.
He's been thoroughly bashed,
whipped to frenzy and mashed,
butter rammed into him by the pound.
Went to a bash-
did the mashed potato
and the monster mash.
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Went to a bash-
did the mashed potato
and the monster mash.
Attend a bash?
Too bashful. My mirror
Shows Miss Potato-Head.
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Attend a bash?
Too bashful. My mirror
Shows Miss Potato-Head.
over-mashed, pure puree
piped onto mirrored serving plates
as decoration -
not quite the white line expected
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