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You’re not a happy wee cotton-tailed carrot muncher are ya, Forget Me Not? Tober up, man. Then craft me a poem.
Sgt. – a tour de force yet again. Wasted here. You know what to do about that!
wistfully I
stare at the page
preempting that
which is yet to comeI wish I could
with silver tounge
and subtle word
craft a masterpiece
of such beautybut I know
that to try
would be to fail
and so I revert
to bittersweet
ennuimelancholy and madness…
is that all that remains of me?forgive me
for I still sin
never learning
from my past
so painful to tryas I start to wander
in that realm where
demons scream
and angels diedon’t let me
lose myself
to that shaded memory
which I’ll never forget
… don’t say goodbye@Forget Me Not wrote:
melancholy and madness…
is that all that remains of me?
Would you be offended if I said ‘YES?’forgive me
for I still sin
never learning
from my past
so painful to try
Okay then..two hail mary’s..a quick flagellation and an aspirin..as I start to wander
in that realm where
demons scream
and angels die
What? Asda’s frozen dessert aisle?don’t let me
lose myself
to that shaded memory
which I’ll never forget
… don’t say goodbye
I have to..it’s time for my tea and a gobbet of arsenic..:lol:
here I roam
in my shell
built of gossamer lies
and tranquilised dreamswith harlequin smile
and crocodile’s tear
I wander here alone
and realise my fearthe beast wallows
in the depths of my soul
barely contained by the
illusion of self-controlso I just stare out
of the shattered mirror
of my mind
and see what answers
I deign to find@Forget Me Not wrote:
:lol:
here I roam
in my shell
built of gossamer lies
and tranquilised dreamswith harlequin smile
and crocodile’s tear
I wander here alone
and realise my fearthe beast wallows
in the depths of my soul
barely contained by the
illusion of self-controlso I just stare out
of the shattered mirror
of my mind
and see what answers
I deign to findJINGS!
Im always assured to be cheered up when i come on here !
:P
okay so how about something along the lines of…
I’ll dance the fandango
and shout ‘hullabaloo’
cry bloody havoc
I’ve nothing else to doI’ll climb every mountain
swim in each sea
all just to find
what it means to be meI’ll steal the heart
of maiden most fair
and then in just my top-hat
I’ll dance with a bearI’ll brave the tundra
and traverse the moon
and then play poker
with a ballet-dancing baboonAll these things
I will one day do
but now’s not the time
so I’ll go to the zoo… or something
Macho Musings or `Some Men Just Don’t Get It’
Well, well, they’ve gone and hired someone new.
And it’s a “she”! Why?–there weren’t too few!
Is she the new secretary or clerk?
No?! She’s a colleague with whom I must work!?Well then, I must pose the bold question: can she compute?
Her degree says yes but frankly, I beg to dispute;
They may have given it to her for being a maid,
Or because of connections, or someone she (-er-) paid.It’s up to me to put her in her place.
Should I embarrass her, make her lose face?
No, I’m too kind, I’ll ask something facile–
Something that no man would find a great hassle.“Oh miss, yes you, please be a dear, and write me some code;
It shouldn’t take much of your time or be a great load.
Basic will do; I take it you’ve used it before?
You can’t be doing much yet, so do me this chore.”“Jane is the name, and I’ve got lots to do.”
Then she smiles, and says, “I’ve heard about you.
Here, review this code and come back at four.”
Then she asks me to leave and slams the door!Hysterical, I tell you, just like all the rest.
But we’re supposed to put up with them and do our best.
Favors and special treatment is what she expects!
What a ridiculous system to hire this sex!Now what is this bundle she’s given me?
It looks vaguely familiar, let me see…
It’s the old project I didn’t complete–
And she’s actually accomplished this feat?!Yes, this is her work; how strange– I feel rage
as well as admiration for the sage.
How long but yet elegant… this is art.
I am Salieri, and she is Mozart.This is too much for my masculine brain to take–
I sense her womanly aspect must be a fake!
This means only one thing– and only one it can,
That deep down inside, this Jane– is really a man!(Copyright 1993 Johannesen)
softly, softly
gently now
listen carefully
and I’ll tell you howI’ll craft something special
especially for you
as mellow as green tea
and sweet as honey dewhush, hush
quiet now
let its bloom unfurl.
It will be finished in a while
as soft and friendly as
a child’s first smilewrap it in a rainbow
and a warm day’s sun
and finally wallah!
it is done
huzzah!
:D
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