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Major fail Failure is an option In thought, In word In deed Failure is an option For what we want And what we need Failure isn't pretty Looking outside from within But failure is THE reason We want to try again. FAILURE FOR THE WIN! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ APRIL IS NATL POETRY MONTH IN THE US/CA SO IM WRITING A POEM A DAY, HAND IN HAND WITH PULLING A POEM FROM A DIFF AUTHOR EACH DAY COMPLIMENTS OF MY LOCAL LIBRARY. AS A SALUTE TO THOSE WHO DO IT SO WELL, A SLICE OF GENIUS FROM OTHER ALT BLOGGERS WILL BE INCLUDED, UNCREDITED FOR NOW CUZ IM NOT ASKING FOR PERMISSION FIRST. IF I GET ASKED TO REMOVE THEIR WORK, I WILL. UNTIL THEN, ENJOY. LIKE SO.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ By Light of Day By light of day, as we wake to see our way the night's rest purging sins from our souls refreshed and giving hope for a better day we resume our paths, as we dig more holes. By light of day, as we eat, work and play go on our way smiling, dancing like clowns passing time with words and efforts to weigh we build the day, only to end up with frowns. By evening light, as we recoup in disarray with memories, dark and light, we do stare thinking on tomorrows, come what may we dream and hope of a future with flair. By nightfall, weary, blessed to sleep in peace retiring to dreams, the mind and soul to keep hearts filled with wishes for a life of caprice we sleep to once again wake, no more to weep. By light of day, another day brings sweet focus reaching higher to set goals on our path to stay building on the past, as efforts bring us to locus we dig no more holes, as we better learn our way. Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~ |
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Sorry if I missed a day, but alas work took me far away. To camp upon a windswept ridge No net, no phone, and no beer fridge. No quent, no shower.. Twas rather drear But I made it home to write this here. 
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4/3/2016 2:22 am |
Very nice, cuz. I did not know you were such a poetry fan. Looking forward to more. ~LastGuy "It's great to be here. It's great to be anywhere." -- Keith Richards "There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we're here to explore new possibilities." -- Ray Charles
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4/3/2016 6:08 am |
Major fail, that's a general win, avoiding corporal punishment whilst keeping private matters. The opinions and understanding portrayed in my blog are mainly unfounded, misguided or wrong.
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Sorry if I missed a day, but alas work took me far away. To camp upon a windswept ridge No net, no phone, and no beer fridge. No quent, no shower.. Twas rather drear But I made it home to write this here. Do we have the same day at the same time? Shit, your day sounds so much better than mine even though I know I couldn't do it and here you are still popping one out like it's nothing after all that. Let it be said now...you and I are never, EVER playing Scrabble. Quent?!?! WTF??  Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Very nice, cuz. I did not know you were such a poetry fan. Looking forward to more. As much as I like flowing rhythmic sound, I prefer music to spoken/read poetry. Which is why my contrary ass is attempting this. I only get poetic when I'm emotionally overwhelmed with joy, so trying to focus on something I don't normally do, on command yet, self or otherwise, is.......well challenge is a damn good word for it. Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Major fail, that's a general win, avoiding corporal punishment whilst keeping private matters. Why McGorg, who knew you were more than just a pretty....uh, coffee mug???? Well done, doll. Thank you for your Sunday poenation Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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 And it always will.Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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In a desert oasis we swam, the cool water soothed our bodies and souls. The light echoed from canyon walls like the sound of the naked swimmers chants. Then we stood atop a rock to dry and soak up the scene. She said "describe to me what you see" . I said " I see that in this place of humans there is little trace, maybe some ancient scroll here and there, of people who came and went without a care." She said "that's good now close your eyes and tell me what you feel". Then she gathered some of the long stemmed native grass and tickled my back and then my ass, then she tickled between my thighs and all I could let out was oohs and sighs, and when she tickled my cock and sack I felt I'd have a panic attack. I thought when I had my turn I would brush her titts and make her yearn, make her nipples hard and tight , and in her pleasure I would delight. I would brush her neck and her hair to to hear her groan and despair. Then I would take her right then and there with a wicked trick ,I would first rub her pussy then shove in my dick ! Amen  *grabs you and shoves you in a solar powered hovertrunk for further exploration* It's like Journey to the center of the Earothika Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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4/4/2016 1:20 am |
Ah thanks Dibsy. As much as I like flowing rhythmic sound, I prefer music to spoken/read poetry. Which is why my contrary ass is attempting this. I only get poetic when I'm emotionally overwhelmed with joy, so trying to focus on something I don't normally do, on command yet, self or otherwise, is.......well challenge is a damn good word for it. Writing on command is not easy to do, but it is a skill that grows with practice, so who knows where you'll be after an April of waxing poetic. ~LastGuy "It's great to be here. It's great to be anywhere." -- Keith Richards "There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we're here to explore new possibilities." -- Ray Charles
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I hear ya on music vs. spoken poetry...I've always said my favorite poets carry guitars or sit on piano benches. Writing on command is not easy to do, but it is a skill that grows with practice, so who knows where you'll be after an April of waxing poetic. But the music will be good. Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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