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You sir have a rare fine talent. I definitely see what your mean. Thanks
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Well thank you Wishful!
Actually, there's a few talented poets and wordsmiths around the site. Maybe they'll jump in and post a few of their own.
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This is true. I think I will try my hand again today. I am not even close to you or several others on here, but I like to sharpen my cunning linguist talents now and again. Stay tuned.ALL THE WAY WITH GOOD OLE JAY!Comment
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Today I turned sixty. I feel really good.
My unit’s still working quite well. (Knock on wood).
My hair is not grey. My wrinkles are few.
I can still edge for more than two hours. Can you?
The font on my smartphone seems quite a bit smaller,
But thanks to PE my erections are taller.
EQ is still good, it’s a 9, or strong 8.
And my wife gave me notice my thrusting’s still great.
So inside this old body I’d say there is plenty.
Heck, if life starts at forty, I’m really just twenty.
No, today is not my birthday. I put this together a while back, with help from the world wide innerweb.
The "two hours" thing is untrue. I've never even attempted that.Last edited by swimdad25; 01-16-2015, 08:19 AM.Conquest’s Third Law: “The simplest way to explain the behavior of any bureaucratic organization is to assume that it is controlled by a cabal of its enemies.”Comment
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Does that mean you turned 60 a while back?ALL THE WAY WITH GOOD OLE JAY!Comment
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Well, logically, no, but it certainly does hint at it.
And, yes, I did turn 60 a while back.Conquest’s Third Law: “The simplest way to explain the behavior of any bureaucratic organization is to assume that it is controlled by a cabal of its enemies.”Comment
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The Quiet World
BY JEFFREY MCDANIEL
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
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Shake The Dust
by Anis Mojgani
This is for the fat girls
This is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps and the childhood bullies that tormented them
For the former prom queen and for the milk crate ball players
For the nighttime cereal eaters
And for the retired elderly Walmart store front door greeters
Shake the dust
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers who drive a million broken hymns
For the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children
For the nighttime schoolers
And for the midnight bikers who are trying to fly
Shake the dust
This is for the two year olds
Who cannot be understood because they speak half English and half God
Shake the dust
For the boys with the beautiful sisters
Shake the dust
For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy
For those gym class wallflowers and the twelve year olds afraid of taking public showers
For the kid who is always late to class because he forgets the combination to his locker
For the girl who loves somebody else
Shake the dust
This is for the hard men who want love but know that it won't come
The ones the amendments do not stand up for
For the ones who are forgotten
For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself
Do not let one moment go by that doesn't remind you
That your heart, it beats 100,000 times a day
And that there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans
Do not settle for letting these waves that settle
And for the dust to collect in your veins
This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacation alone
For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers' singing lips
And for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner's shaking hips
For the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived
This is for the tired and for the dreamers
For those families that will never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners
And sons like Wally and the Beaver
This is for the bigots, for the sexists, and for the killers
And for the big house pin sentenced cats becoming redeemers
And for the springtime that somehow seems to show up right after every single winter
This is for everyone of you
Make sure that by the time the fisherman returns you are gone
Because just like the days I burn at both ends
And every time I write, every time I open my eyes
I'm cutting out parts of myself simply to hand them over to you
So shake the dust
And take me with you when you do for none of this has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
It pushes for you
So, grab this world by its clothespins
And shake it out again and again
And jump on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off shake it again
For this is yours, this is yours
Make my words worth it
Make this not just some poem that I write
Not just some poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all
Walk into it, breathe it in, let it crash through the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years of millions poets
Coursing like blood, pumping and pushing
Making you live, shaking the dust
So when the world knocks at your front door
Clutch the knob tightly and open on up
And run forward and far into its widespread, greeting arms
With your hands outstretched before you
Fingertips trembling, though they may be
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qDtHdloK44Last edited by BigO; 02-27-2015, 05:36 PM.Going an inch and 1/2 deeper than beforeComment
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I thought this was really good...
The Dash
by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
© 1996 All Rights Reserved, Linda EllisGoing an inch and 1/2 deeper than beforeComment
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Another lovely poem, Workin_4_it!
Thank you for sharing! 
A real man never hurts a woman. The woman came out of a man’s rib, not from his feet to be walked on, and not from his head to be superior, but from his side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved. - Mrs. workin_4_itComment
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The Dash is one of my favorites. I try hard to make my dash feel special to everyone I meet. As do so many on this site. Thank youALL THE WAY WITH GOOD OLE JAY!Comment
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You're welcome MrB8 and Wish! I really like that one a lot, too.
I actually just saw SLU already put it in the quotes back in February.
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Yeah I saw that too. I wasn't going to bring it up though, because it can show up more and more, and that would only be a good thing.ALL THE WAY WITH GOOD OLE JAY!Comment
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