Grateful Dead
"They are like trees
planted along the riverbank,
bearing fruit each season
without fail. Their leaves
never wither, and in all they
do, they prosper."
-Psalm I:3
NLT
Beautifully did Sunday morning
become Sunday Afternoon.
The Grateful Dead Hour Rocked
the Repeat Function of no.1083.
"In the end there's just a song..."
"Gonna make em shine..."
-Lovelight Intact-
~ sherbear, XO!
Welcome back!
LONE GOOSE
The flocks of geese are
Headed south
Honking and screeching
And forming into vees
Flying all night alone
Now the day breaks
But he doent know it, he doesn't rest
Or even slow down
He's got to get back To his one true love The only one who
Knows his sound
He calls and calls
As he flaps and flaps For
he knows she
Has many suitors
And their bright feathers
Might lure her away
So the day breaks
With a north wind
And dense fluffy clouds
And he honks her name
And flaps and flaps.
the cats don't know
what to think about
the bats
flying mice flickering
shadows of night fall
the cats
sit alert eyes skyward
ears rotoring tracking
the bats
high-pitched clicking
flitting ravenously by
Thanks slo and Anna, but how would I like it to be credited? Two shy of a dozen formicidae, would do it, I'm thinking:
By Ten Ants
Thanks Mike,
(My personal lament follows yours)
When you purse
your lips like that
does your anus
pucker up as well?
When you arrogantly deny obvious reality
Are worms gnawing holes in your brain?
Do you honestly believe we
Wouldn't rather have to deal with you?
Landlords are the greatest advertisement
for collective, communal co-habitation.
Thanks again Mike- all credit to you!
"I forget which of the great sonneteers said: 'One line in the fourteen comes from the ceiling; the others have to be adjusted around it.'"
From an interview in The Paris Review, Winter 1956
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When you purse
your lips like that
does your anus
pucker up as well?
Nice to see you back in the poet's hangout. You've been missed!