Sunday 29 September 2013

Unstung

You will never forget
the first time you were stung.
It's too late to run away
the damage has been done.

You just have to suck it up
the sad songs have been sung
Whine about it all you want
you can never be unstung.

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The Toads are writing poems about the Secret life of Bee's - which I have actually seen. As I was writing this it occurred to me that my estrogen levels may be getting dangerously high as I the enter early stages of Man-o-pause.

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Wednesday 25 September 2013

Cyber Piracy

Digital stowaway
hiding in a microwave
fiber optic shopping spree
can't catch me.

Thousand dollar Body Shop
aroma-thera-pedicure
credit card karate chop
bubble bath assault

Stolen identity very existential
temperamental credit score
eRich cash poor
Nouveau Riche cliche

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Toads 


Thursday 12 September 2013

Jazz Poetry

a-one-and-a-two ...
and-a-one-two-three-four

tss-tka-tss-tka-tss-tka
boomboom-boomboom
boomboom-boomboom

bebopbeopindopoptoptop
tiptopspidleyopdopspeedop

light takes a slight break
high stakes step lightly as the
light breaks on streetscapes
high as kites we skate home
where we sip soft kisses
love spills and slips from lips
we sink into the sofa cushions
if you could only feel me now.

tss-tka-tss-tka-tss-tka
boomboom-boomboom

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D'verse has us doing Jazz Poetry which I only kind of get.













Sunday 1 September 2013

7 SImple Success Principles




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Max

My cat is my nemesis.
His name is Max.
Maximus the Gladiator.
Butt he is not a Great Warrior.

Just a Great pain in my Gluteus Maximus.

He was a stray
Abandoned on the Reservation
I rescued him from
mean-ass Rez dogs.
He's been driving me nuts ever since.

I got to bed ...

meow to get in
meow to get out
meow to get up
meow to get down

I wake up
he goes to sleep
for 14 hours just to rub it in.

Max is 12 years old.
That's 70 in cat years.
He'll probably live to be 140
just to spite me.

That's 12 more years.
I will miss him.
A good nemesis is hard to find.

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Toads are writing in the style of the Imagists like William Carlos Williams and Ezra Pound. Not sure I get these dudes but I gave it a shot.