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poem Aug 30, 2005 3:40 pm
Mood: giggly, 2006 Views
-----JACKIE ANN LASHBROOK-----

She shares a poetry page with me,
She shares my name.
She writes in a different style to me,
But, pretty much, the sentiment's the same.
I wonder how old she is?
Could be daughter, mother, sister, twin?
I wonder how tall she is?
Could be ginormous, fat as a bus, stick-insect thin.
What does she do with her time?
Does she have family or is she alone?
Is she planning the perfect crime?
Does she talk dirty on her telephone?
Is she a temptress or is she a mouse?
Is she some kind of right-wing nutter?
Is she an adventuress or bound to her house?
Does she prefer margarine to butter?
Is she all dots where I am dashes?
Is she an enigma or plain as paper?
Does she have incredibly long eyelashes?
If we met would I like her?
Is she a duchess or dowager?
Does she drive a big old truck?
Does she have lots of facial hair?
Does she believe in luck?
Is she my ally or my Nemesis?
Does she recognise the "Poets bond",
Will she know where I’m going with this?
And will she reply and respond?
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poem Aug 30, 2005 4:23 am
Mood: melancholy, 2147 Views
-----ABSENT_MINDED LOVE-----

I forgot how to love you. I woke up one morning and it was gone.
The certainty, The surety, The guarantee.
No longer able to remember the words to an over-familiar song.
I forgot how to love you.
I'm lost, miserable, forlorn.
Where once you filled me completely,
Now I find, hollowness, emptyness, vacancy.
I forgot how to love you.
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ODE Aug 29, 2005 4:58 am
Mood: cynical, 2097 Views
-----HOPELESS ADVICE TO THE HOPELESS-----

Don't think, don’t ponder, don’t contemplate,
Don't find things to complicate.
Don't chase the moon or the stars.
Be content with the way things are.

Don't pine, don’t long, don’t yearn.
Don't hope for things you cannot earn.
Don't take risks, trust to luck or chance.
And don't even try to dance.

Don't strive for beauty, be happy with pretty.
Don't be a star, be a celebrity.
Don't try to compensate for things you lack.
Don't love anything that won't love you back.
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naughty poem 2 Aug 28, 2005 7:58 am
Mood: flirtatious, 2314 Views
-----RUDE POEM.-----

Move closer and grab a cuddle.
Squeeze my bum and squeal.
Get confused, get in a muddle.
Choose another part of me to feel.

Let all your inhibitions melt.
Remove all your matrons’ attire.
Put on your tiniest skirt (or just a belt)
And tell me your rudest desires.

Purr for me pussycat,
Hiss and scratch and bite.
Squeak and say you are my lap-rat.
Do what you know is wrong (‘cause it feels so right!)
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naughty poem1 Aug 28, 2005 7:56 am
Mood: drained, 2133 Views
-----AFTERGLOW-----

Friction burned
and achey-backed
Yawning-tired
and empty sacked.
Dissipated
Sated
Used and abused.
You had your way with me.
Sleepy-eyed
and tousled hair
Unclad, naked
and utterly bare.
Unsuitable
but beautiful.
Sweet treat.
You found me full
and left me empty.
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opinion (fer me Open Uni course) Aug 27, 2005 2:28 pm
Mood: contemplative, 2249 Views
-----ARE THE SCOTS A UNIQUE BREED?-----

It is generally accepted that the Scottish nation have provided a disproportionate amount to the world. From inventions and discoveries to literature and poetry the Scots voice is loudly heard.
Were I to list the notable achievements of the Scottish race I would need considerably more paper and while it would no doubt impress the reader, it would not necessarily make my point. Yes the Scots are extraordinary, but why?
Things uniquely Scottish (or almost unique) for example, are, the kilt, bagpipes, regularly drinking to excess, haggis, deep-fried chocolate bars and “Ir’n Bru (a noxious fizzy concoction used as a hangover cure)
Not really a lot of clues there though.
Education perhaps is a more pertinent line of enquiry. Very often combined with poverty this would lead to a great desire to better oneself, with the knowledge and learning to achieve that aspiration, Necessity being very much the mother of invention.
Poverty took many of the brightest and best abroad, hence we can claim the first Prime Ministers of Canada and Australia were Scots, there are Scottish signatories to the American declaration of independence, much of the “British Empire” was won and run by Scotsmen.
Still no particular uniqueness there though.
Perhaps in our philosophers we can find a more helpful insight into the character of the Scots.
It appears that what the Scots philosophers have in common is a strong grasp on reality and common sense, dismissing airy-fairy theories and holding to the ordinary and simply provable. Probably the best known of our philosophers, James Frederick Ferrier, (1808-1864) argues that “we have a direct knowledge of reality, both spiritual and material”.
This does appear to be a familiar attitude of well-known Scots, a strong current of logic and reason, dismissing superstition as unhelpful nonsense (many of the “de-bunkers” of spiritualism, clairvoyance and magic have been and are Scots) Though perversely the Scots are a notably superstitious nation we have produced many scientists, engineers and academics, displaying a somewhat contradictory national characteristic.
In truth it is more reasonable to suggest that if the Scots are truly unique it is as a result of many sometimes contradictory factors, from the changeability of the weather, financial poverty, educational wealth, superstitious religiosity and down to earth reasoned logic. History shows that Scots are often at the forefront of human endeavour. First to accept new concepts and first to find applications for those new ideas.
Perhaps it is that. Our willingness to go on journeys, both literal and imaginative, that makes the Scottish nation unique. There is very little timidity in the Scottish nature. One of the very few nations on the globe who have never been occupied by a foreign power, the bravery of the Scots is legendary (as is our willingness to join in a fight at the drop of a hat) and few but the least charitable would gainsay the statement that “the Scots are unfamiliar with cowardice and are brave, often beyond reason”.
What makes the Scots unique?
The courage to be unique!
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poem 6574 Aug 27, 2005 2:12 pm
Mood: contemplative, 2242 Views
-----UN-ANCHORED LOVE-----

Love is not fixed,
anchored like a tall ship in a bay.
It infinitely changes day to day
And is as varied in flavour as ice-cream.
Sometimes it's bitter-lime and green
Sometimes sugary-lemon sweet
Others, a passionate strawberry treat.
Even vanilla-plain has its day.
Every conceivable confectionary
will fill your heart some day.
But no matter how you might pray
For unchanged diet and constancy,
Love is never, ever "the same".
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guess what Aug 27, 2005 2:06 pm
Mood: curious, 2227 Views
-----MATHEMATICAL LOVE-----

I have proven
by algebraic calculation.
Should you and I,
simply disregard pi
X and Y
Equals elation

I'll disprove
E=MC squared
if the result is you and me paired.

I'll turn the world of math's
right on its over-sized head
If it means I and you
end up in my bed.
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even more poetry Aug 27, 2005 2:04 pm
Mood: disappointed, 2184 Views
-----HAVING HAVE HAD-----

Having chosen the path of least resistance.
Having taken the road most traveled.
Having only heard the voice of most insistence.
Having seen all my mysteries unraveled.

I have lived a life of predictability.
I have lacked in talent and ability.
I have rested on what laurels I had.
Always last to follow the latest fad.

Had I chosen differently.
Had I chosen recklessly.
Had I only been able to see.
Safe, isn't how life is meant to be.
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'nother poem Aug 27, 2005 2:02 pm
Mood: confused, 2137 Views
-----EAT, SLEEP, DREAM POETRY-----

She takes a rhyme
and tosses it ear to ear,
Juggling the words till the meaning comes clear.
She eats alphabetti spaghetti before she goes to bed
So when she wakes in the night,
there's poetry running through her head.
She lives her life in rhythm and rhyme,
Tries to make her whole life scan,
And it rankles her endlessly,
the asymmetrical nature of man.
She wants the world to be a poem
Not some vulgar piece of prose
And the fact that it isn't,
really gets up her nose.
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