Grey, hairy, beady eyes,
Scuttling away, spinning,
Webs of perversion,
Sticky tendrils wrapped,
Around my walls,
Breaching boundaries,
Like Halloween romp,
Long held fears,
Diverse, scary feelers,
Sqirting surface spray,
Their mandibles merge,
Guess we're all human,
But loathe spiders and pimps.....
To to dummy that has been stealing my work
I have my original work saved on an usb
Stop rewriting and changing titles on my work
They always blame things on hackers, but this is an inside jobs
the truth is the truth,
Its time for this old patriarchial system to die
these covens will be done away with!
I spent two hours on the website trying to renew my license
new system installed in January
Much easier they said
My husband spent an hour on it
He brought me their phone number
Call them, he suggested
I could not get a person, only a recorded message
If you are in group A, press 1
If you are in group B, press 2
If you are in group C…..
I did not know what group I was in
That is on a teensy postcard we had accidentally thrown away
I resolved to try the next day
Spent half an hour on the phone when I noticed online help
I called the number
The lady talked me through steps one through eight.
I cannot help you past this step, she informed me.
It has to be the director of your group.
Which group are you in?
“She is mercurial
Not flighty, but open
Rarely frivolous, but agile
A delightful chameleon, a risk-taker
She inspires others”
“Hey!” Said my cousin Beatrice
As she read these words over my shoulder.
“That sounds more like you than me!”
I was embellishing her bio on a dating website
Knowing it was more me than her
But eager to get her a match
Hoping I could stop supporting her
If she found a man
Dog.
Piglet.
Deaf and blind.
Loves to do tricks.
Runs around the yard.
Lives in Connecticut.
Mom Melissa is a vet.
Has his own website for his fans.
Inspire those around to be kind.
Education program, Piglet Mindset.
To civil manners she said "Good Night!"
If with garbage her plot was littered:
To the filthy, she gave a good fight
Like one by great losses embittered;
For unkempt spots her rage at its height,
As though one had her fought wealth frittered...
You, please, do not visit her website:
A long face with long snakes that slithered.
Georgina could simply rave self white
And the touched onlooker leave withered...
Any wonder her two plots once bright
Georgina, for days, often tittered.
Do not submit a poem
I wasn’t saying a line
I was just telling you
I don’t know how to rhyme
Why are you doing this to me?
I’m just trying to floss my teeth
I’ve never been anything but kind to you
So where’s the beef?
I think you should do this one
I have nothing left to say
This tastes like curry
I’m in no hurry
www.you can’t make me.
www. I won’t do it.
www. shut up.
www. I hate you.
www. why should I?
www. stuff it.
www. I have a brain.
www. get out of here.
www. not on my watch.
I know, you are probably wanting to know what I am doing.
I am looking up possible websites to see if they actually exist.
So far, every single one of these has been taken.
The thing about cliques is, almost everyone uses them.
Shall we dance
Shall we dance, Mystery Woman, shall we dance?
Shall we tango with words, slowly, to gently build
Some common understanding of each other’s
Rhythms of thought and being?
Shall we dance a pavane of polite conversation,
In orderly procession of statement and reply,
Point and counterpoint, graceful development
Of theme and variations?
Indeed. Let us dance. Let us waltz towards
Some decisive moment when the music resolves into
Assonance or dissonance, and the floor becomes
Crowded with swirling, twirling, dancers,
Or empties into hollow phantoms of memory.
Let us dance.
Think I'll design an anti-depression website
Where people can visit when they're down
When their lives aren't zinging along at top speed
And they're continually wearing a frown
Most likely could have used it myself this winter
But my Cathie sure helped me get through
As well as all you wonderful guys out there
What would I do without you people too
You brighten up my life every single day
Can't wait to read the comments you make
They're always positive so extremely upbeat
It's like having a big piece of chocolate cake
Discovered The Soup about two years ago
What a treasure that turned out to be
Each day can't wait to get back to my computer
To connect with my friends again woo-ie
© Jack Ellison 2014
the stone who cannot
feel,
misses the bend
rippling over
Cobwebs catching settling dust,
they save me much work.
Machinery showing rust,
a colorful quirk.
It’s all a total must.
It’s part of what is.
like a pie with a crust,
a soda with fizz.
One shouldn’t sweat the small stuff,
like a dust bunny under the bed,
or a golf ball in the rough.
They’re just cobwebs in one's head.
Cobwebs and Dust theme
written 3/21/2012
for Francine Robert's contest.
Very clean, very bright, very pretty website!
(calliope music is playing in the background)
Stumbling Onto a **** Site
By Elton Camp
Doing a Google search a few days ago
I opened a website that I didn’t know
There popped onto the monitor screen
Types of pictures that I had never seen
Playboy I saw when I was a young lad
But it was sure nothing near this bad
Girl doing things she shouldn’t oughter
“That woman is somebody’s daughter!”
I never though that I was an old prude
But stuff like that is just way too crude
Don’t know what the world’s coming to
Is the kind of things that young ones do?
This is lots more funny if you see the picture that goes with it. It can be found as follows:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/42068070/Stumbling-Onto-a-****-Site
how i felt for a year after you left me in the park and your swing kept swinging- like a
pendulum towards my heart:
loneliness crept on every breath
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