INTRANSIT
on Today I blew yet another Jew. by <{Baba^Yaga}>
5 Nov 2003, 6:05 AM
Issues with issues. I hate it when that happens. Take care of yourself,eh?
I suspect you have me exactly where you want me. Smack between the hen and the dog. Trying to guess how much of what you write is true and how much is fiction. It;s a thin gray foggy line.
This poem sounds really good when you persuade a slightly deaf disabled old man, port-sodden like so many of his ancient tribe, to recite it directly into your ear canal using a method of recitation known as "shouting".
Poemeranker has been flooded with a deluge of "dad" and "dead dad" poems in recent days.
I refer you to the hugely poignant poem "Fathers" by amielou82:
http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j
Dare should i call it a poem - nay. Its my tribute for all the wonders of this world that i have never seen nor felt in person, but came to love & cherish through the books i hath read in my childhood; as they were my only link to understand the plant & beauty lacking in Maldives. Thank you GOD & friends for allowing me to remember the names so i can write this, MY DREAM & my evolution to love the beauty in the folds of the night.
Please tell me which of the following names you apply to your father:
(a) Father
(b) Dad
(c) Pops
(d) Pater
(e) Fuck face
(f) All of the above
(g) None of the above
Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????!?!?!111
Our Lady of Fiery Rhetoric!
Guide us in this time of trouble!
Let us sing
The Song of Choice
Our Lady of Burning Righteousness!
Joan of Arc incarnate,
Patron Saint of Passion,
Light the way with your fury!
Seasons in the cave (To the tune of seasons in the sun)
We are men we are deep
but our skins thin so we seep
but we patch up the seams
with your moisterizing creams
We are men we are boys
we like playing with our toys
But the drink not the song
make the games we play go wrong.
We are men we drink beer
and your twitter we don't hear
yet we go there sometimes
in attempts to cross the lines
We are men we arnt gay
well i'm not anyway
Can i borrow you bra
and i let you drive the car
We are men we give shaft
and we do it with great craft
but we're looking for signs
that your only groaning lines
We are men we are brave
we are apes who miss our cave
and the secrets of men
will be buried in our grave
Pepto Bismol!
Huuwwwoooooh huuwwwwhoooooo
Your powers grow weak Yoda poet.
excellent another person in a sorry state of mind.
although he got better at the end, he made up for it with the chicken.
Not really a poem though, maybe i should post "The Authelage" on here. tis a far greater tale.
i give you 10 for the wonderful images conjured during the last paragraph.
I give you 1 for having the correct number of syllables.
oh yeah, i was redundant wasnt i? shit
Do a google search on 'Song of Choice' to get lyrics,
then 'Peggy Seeger' to see the author.
Dare should i call it a poem - nay. Its my tribute for all the wonders of this world that i have never seen nor felt in person, but came to love & cherish through the books i hath read in my childhood; as they were my only link to understand the plant & beauty lacking in Maldives. Thank you GOD & friends for allowing me to remember the names so i can write this, MY DREAM & my evolution to love the beauty in the folds of the night.
For my dear BREATH:o)
In memory of my weak heart:o)
This is what most think of my writing:0)
Who the fuck is Peggy Seeger? Is she related to the mighty Pete Seeger? Otherwise, very nice.
yeah, what TP said.