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Deacon Seat was used as a table.33 Nosebags were being packed with breakfast and lunch.
The northern winds had diplaced all the laundry and the canvas awning had been Sky West and Crooked.Daylight in the Swamp had been called,the men had wakened to off for a long day far away. A gallon of maple syrup, 5 gallons of coffee: and two pots to reheat it was on the front seat of the teuck, we needed 4 Catskinners and 5 Knot Bumpers: so we could get the job done. I called them knuckleheads and gave them instructions to stay the hell outta the way. I told these navise guys to sit in the camper until I called them so they would be outta the way while trees were ah falling. Clearing limbs was easiest if done right, take your time and when all the felled trees had become managible sized log they could go back into the trailer and wait until the next batch came up. I aint want no one under 21 so that we could fully manage our doings without any regret.We said we were gonna do 2 days of work in one day. While we were nearing our goal 4 of those ulta light helicopters fly over and landed in an opening we had cleared. I couldn't recognize them at first but when I did I frowned thinking something was wrong. Good news: these jerks came out to tell us the contracts for a job that was less work and a high yeild and profit had come up and we were chose to do, They had the contract and I signed it. They lefted 20 bags of Gripple Burgers and fries (still warm)
and headed back to the camp. We quicked our pace and started back, what we lefted behind would be gotten-up days later, so we scrambled to leave hours before sunset. Those brugers hit the spot but those door knobs and bacon had stuck to our gut and the coffee was so thick we could spoon it up like icecream, I'm exaggerating but that belly Burglar cook of ours needed a good talking too.One of those Knuckleheads played the accordain all the way home. Turned out to be a interesting time.
Written By: Buffet Crampon
of Bulgheroni Fossati Music Makers
They are void--
On empty- without
Emotions or compassion...
We keep feeding them with ours-
They take greedily-slurping
The foam off the tops
Of life's abundance.
Pretending;To feel something.
They interrupt your life with
An emergency-
Always exaggerating...
This or that-
Grand-standing then
withering
Like a Christmas flower -
Nerve wracking.
Get you all caught up-
Like a fire spitting dragon
They have nowhere for
Their souls to reside.
So they often change
Bandwagons
Like a concerned
Mother cat they drop
Their problems off instinctively-
To the ones whom appear to be
vulnerable and underexposed.
He assigns his burdens
Out like kittens-
With a reverse
entitlement
As we are to be
Grateful we were
Chosen to adopt
One of his problems
He is programmed to
Say "mam"--- A lot, as if
This makes-the deal
Official
like some
Overpaid C.E.O
Executive who
Has no intention
On solving problems
Or reimbursing
Your stolen money.
So void -so empty -
So pitiable are
These empty souls.
Today I am not
Feeling charitable
Please find someone else
To adopt your kittens.
And your wayward soul.
I loved you so much, Sweetheart,
Yet not satisfied ,
but wish to love you more and more.
My love for you in galore.
My ardent ardour to love you more and more.
I loved you so much Dear
but my heart is craving
to be flooded in your love !
My blood is bubbling .
Heart beats rumbling tumbling.
My dreams to soar high
fluttering wings of amour.
I loved you so much Dear.
How can I make you clear !
I love you so much Dear !
Yet seems not that enough,
Not exaggerating, please don’t laugh
I wish to love you more and more
and also to be loved by you,
both in rapture and in rue.
Love me ! Be mine !
Let our hearts be entwined .
Our love story
to shine in grace and glory
concluding in unison.
Throughout our Joint journey
My sweetheart: My Honey !
I wish you to love you more and more,
also to relish your love in galore.
Encore ! Encore
Juliet Cat was an amazing high-drama queen
I am not lying, exaggerating or trying to be mean.
She used to spend hours on her balcony, lamenting her fate.
She had a crush on Romeo, an arrogant tom cat first rate.
The rest of us could not understand why she spent days,
Pining away on the balcony, whining in all kinds of ways.
She is never happy or satisfied, the other female cats said.
One was angry with her for sure, for her husband was dead.
She does not know real misery, the widow woman mewed.
A fight broke out in the alley, a mob mentality, one got lewd.
Juliet Cat did not hear them, she was in a world of her making.
Until the balcony began quivering, and violently shaking.
It’s a tornado! Everyone ran inside and put hurricane shutters up.
Juliet Cat was the first one to skedaddle with a friendly pup.
Things were touch and go, but some were ready to celebrate,
However, the roof came down and crushed Juliet; a horrible fate.
Poets dream utopian dreams
Dreams of ideals and perfection
Dreams of places never visited
People never met
Songs never sung
Love stories never written
Passion never experienced
Lives never touched
Hearts never caressed
And so…they dream...
Intensity of emotions
Brilliance of thoughts
Too hard to bear
Too heavy to carry
Inside the soul
Breaking free from within
Bringing exquisite release
From visions on hold
Self-proclaimed artists
Mixing colors on heart pallets
Splashing them on the canvass of the soul
Word colors that bring to life
The ethereal atmosphere,
The very aura of paradise
Paintings of passion’s pleasure and pain
Vivid hues of nature’s finery on display
Humorous caricatures exaggerating life
Holy word pictures revealing mere glimpses of...
The sacred
They write
They paint
Mostly, they just try to live
Vicarious lives
In those lines
Another life
Another time
Another love
Another clime
Another dream
Escape artists from the horrors that surround
Exhibitionists of the naked beauty of truth
Lovers with a prowess that rivals the gods
For isn’t that what love making must be?
The climax of human emotion
In a burst of eternity?
Vicarious lines
Vicarious lives
Yours…and mine…
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Just had to buy a new battery
For my seven year old beat up jalopy
Actually I'm exaggerating just a little
As cars go it's a very fine copy
A four door sedan with all the extras
And a dashboard readout to die for
Numbers as big as all get out
Couldn't really ask for much more
But sure can't fool police officers
Saying you didn't notice your speed
"If you've trouble reading those big numbers
Blindness is what you should plead"
Aside from that, the time has come
Maybe a Porsche or even a Rolls Royce
More likely a stylish Mini Cooper
Will most likely be my first choice
Nice dream, silly boy, now back to reality
You're not a teenager any more
Better grow up, stop living in the past
Grim Reaper's knocking at the door!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Darkened abyss mirrored in the night
Hazed over in a gloomy shame
Blocking all of my peripheral sight
Lonely and lost without a name
Forgotten and trapped buried in fright
Dwelling in all of my haunting past sins
Waning moon lost in the depths of the night
Defending myself and battling without my friends
Furious red eyes watch my every step
Cursing my mind with negative thoughts
So, so, deep in my demented mind in depth
Feeling my soul disintegrate as my body rots
Dying inside but nobody knows how I feel
Circling through my insane mind frame
For my sanity and love someone did steal
Ward #B Insane Asylum torment and pain
Given up hope and all that means well
Given up loving and the passionate nerve
Dying and burning in this insanity Hell
Cars coming at me blindly --- unable to swerve
Not a nightmare --- but real-life indeed!
Not exaggerating but speaking the truth
Because I just don't qualify for the human breed
Wading into the classroom.
Wednesday, 13th June, 2018.
School uniform a bit too tight,
My body pressed against the metal zipper,
Exaggerating my jolly build.
Blasts of crisp, cold air,
Hitting my heat rash-stricken face.
A little discomfort, I felt it.
But not unbearable.
The older kids in my class then,
Not nearly as academically proficient as I was.
They beckoned me to them,
With plastic grins and class notes.
But I could see the assignment.
The one from the day before.
Blank in their books.
It didn't faze me.
I was used to it anyways.
I always believed,
That maybe if I helped them with their work,
They would stop the hurtful gossip at break time.
I may not have been the most adept speaker,
But I wasn't deaf.
I could hear their snarky comments,
Followed by sharing snacks and playing games.
They passed marshmallows at break time,
The awfully sweet scent flicking all the wrong switches,
Nauseating me. I was allergic after all.
I wouldn't dare ask for one. But the SMELL...
I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get through break time,
Inhaling that. One of them snickered, throwing a half eaten one,
To my way. I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
Bolting to the restroom as fast,
As my sub-athletic body could carry me,
I began to throw up in the sink.
The bitter taste of my regurgitated homemade lunch,
Fuelling my dwindling nausea.
More laughter. More taunting words. More isolation.
God, why couldn't I be normal?
Classes ended for that day.
I was finally going home. Happier that way.
Dreading every day in that classroom wasn't really a skill,
When I had tried and tried, and lost my will.
Don Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News
The prez best get sent packing
to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
of Pennsylvania Dutch
men in breaches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash
with bipedal hominid
sucker pun ching leaches
where within every
whirled wide webbed
nook and cranny
Nietzscheism reaches,
and survival of fittest
iz basic credo,
and dogmatic ethos,
analogous to an apprentice teaches
a most frightful distortion of facts,
and make up mistruths
indiscriminately bandied about
said alarmist blatant LIES
blithely stated with dangerous clout
appearing oblivious and totally
clueless without a doubt
punctuating with doubt Thomas
pettifogging questionable details
FALSE exclamations
generating fear with mindless
ignorance exaggerating protocols
as he doth emphatically flout
begetting, engendering,
and inflicting emotional gout
nothing accomplished by
hash tagging him a "LOUT"
and more opprobrious affect
would ensue anew
undeservedly praising him,
whose animus toward
Democrats would brew
but no matter what (tick)
tack toe taken,
he got nary a clue
about vital issues,
which lack of insight
even Scoobie Doo
would agree, heck the Americans
may as well install an emu
with more positive
forthcoming results,
cuz dis dope head like hellacious,
ludicrous, pernicious evils
in Pandora's box flew
his every actions
destroying essential glue
that sets this country apart
approximating Democracy, where hue
mans comprise melting pot,
whether Eskimos in their
(fast melting) igloo
gentile, heathen, or Jew
experience limitless
pasta billet teas
applying their new
dill (aptitude) reaching
titular status of parvenu
especially trumping proper, "P's"
and most every "Q."
Introverts like animals better than people,
like to read, can entertain themselves for hours
I am an introvert.
Extraverts like being with friends, like being the center of attention,
like being loud and obnoxious!
I am an extrovert.
Oververts like exaggerating, making up stories, and like doing
things with a zealous spirit that scares people.
I am an oververt!
Underverts like to do things without taking credit, especially if it
helps someone, likes not being noticed by bosses or authorities, and
keeps their feelings inside at all times.
I am an undervert.
Monsterverts like to have their own way, sneak around, manipulate
others, demand their own way, pout like babies, are difficult to like.
I am a monstervert.
Babyverts like to be nurtured, be sung to, sit on laps, be cherished, be
caressed, be patted, and loved.
I am a babyvert.
Geoverts: all of the above. Anybody want to guess whether they are one too?
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