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I Once Wrote a Poem

RedCloud

Mayor
That's backward, RC. A wolf would not drink choke...it sux since they changed the mix, and no, 'classic choke' is not the 'real' choke.
Friday, I don't get your reference to "choke." I'm slow in a lot of things so maybe I missed the point.
 

Friday13

Governor
Sorry, RC. "Choke" is "Coke" for those of us who can't stand it. I liked coke till some dimwits changed it, and changed it, and then changed it some more. I started drinking Dr Pepper in the 50s in Tulsa, OK when we went there to visit relatives. We couldn't get it in OH then, so I drank coke or RC. But "I'm a Pepper" (diet)...drinking one now.
 

RedCloud

Mayor
Sorry, RC. "Choke" is "Coke" for those of us who can't stand it. I liked coke till some dimwits changed it, and changed it, and then changed it some more. I started drinking Dr Pepper in the 50s in Tulsa, OK when we went there to visit relatives. We couldn't get it in OH then, so I drank coke or RC. But "I'm a Pepper" (diet)...drinking one now.
Thanks, Friday. I never cared for Coke but will sometimes have a Coke Zero. Mostly I just drink water or tea.
 

BitterPill

The Shoe Cometh
Supporting Member
Don't like Superman OR Batman...I'm a Conan or Kull kinda gal. If I have only the two to choose from, then the beach. I would prefer on a horse, anywhere.
That's perfect.

I don't mind at all. BTW, pay no attention to the flying monkey dissin' ya below.

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Those monkeys freaked me out the first time I saw that movie, I didn't want to go to sleep at night from terror. I'm definitely going to relive that in the poem somehow.

I'll have it finished this evening... probably. I admit to some difficulties. Originally, I was going to try and compose a villanelle because they are such a challenge, but, alas, they are too much of a challenge.
 

JackDallas

Senator
Supporting Member
It was short:

The Land of Milk and Money

Silver spoon oil tycoons: for President,
Men bloated by bags they drag like trusted nags,
Swaybacked, swinging under loads,
Of hand-worn bills for which are sold,
Goods like salt: or sex.
Sucks
 

BitterPill

The Shoe Cometh
Supporting Member
A Poem for Friday on Sunday

Sorry it took so long:

Lupus

Lupus, remember, men have guns,
Guns that bark, guns that bite,
How well they've tasted fright,
How much they fear the night.

Lupus, keep the moon against the light,
In its blanket you can run,
And when your hunting's done,
Understand, cave canum.

Lupus, guard Phoebe from shadow,
For if she is eclipsed,
We'll hear the echoed howl,
Of long dead wolves.

And Lupus, remember, I'm a man.
 

BitterPill

The Shoe Cometh
Supporting Member
It's been so long since I wrote a poem, tried to write a poem, that I forgot what an ordeal it is.

I'm officially retiring from the business.
 

Friday13

Governor
Thanx, BP. I really like it...will have to think about the symbolism. Sending a copy to my daughter, the poet (hope you don't mind).

I love wolves. They're loyal, brave, mate for life, care for their young affectionately...qualities more humans should exhibit. They're beautiful, and having been brought back from the brink of extinction, are once again being hunted by humans who have no respect for them.
 

JackDallas

Senator
Supporting Member
"If My Dog Could Talk"

What would he say, if suddenly,
God gave my dog the gift of speech?
Would he want to go to college,
write a book, or maybe teach?

Would he be fun to talk to,
share his deepest thoughts and views?
Or would he whine and wheedle
the way some people do?

Would he talk about the neighbor's dogs,
of sins that they've committed?
And would he tell the truth, unedited,
or would some facts be omitted?

Would he offer words of comfort
as a friend when you're in pain?
Or would he talk about himself,
incessantly, like beating rain?

Could I tell him how I really feel
and know he'd be discreet?
Or would he share my deepest secrets
with the Poodle down the street?

Would he sit and listen and not complain
about his time I'm taking?
Or would he gripe about his food
or how his paws are aching?

Could we relate to our new roles
and feel the same respect?
Would he be my friend forever
or just a huge pain in the neck?

I think about these questions
when he's with me on a walk.
How different things would truly be
if my dog could only talk.

But I'll be happy he is mine
and hope he's glad I'm his.
I'll never question nature's plan
for I love him as he is.

Jack Dallas 1994
 
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