Tag: poetry
member name: Ibble B.
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April 13, 2007 12:51 PM EDT --
Dawn comes silently to my little strange world
after talking all night to a pretty Chinese woman
when just as I realize with a start
how I have spent another lazy evening
of my lazy summer hermitage . . .
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October 10, 2007 11:55 PM EDT --
The boy looks out on sun splashed fields
Across from which rise blue mountains,
Above which circle lazy buzzards and raptors
Amid cottony clouds painted on blue eternity.
The heat of the day . . .
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October 13, 2007 02:57 PM EDT --
"Boy, listen to me," croaks the old man,
"I have more stories than time, I fear."
And he coughs and spits dust brown phlegm
That plops wetly in parched earth - . . .
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September 22, 2007 09:52 PM EDT --
When Ibblethustra got bored and busy he took a little vacation, as he was like to do, for too long spent in one rut inevitably delays the gouging of a new one. Then near the end of a long dark teatime . . .
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April 25, 2007 07:58 PM EDT --
A gift is given with the expectation of something in return
Thereby making it not a gift at all
But rather a payment for something rendered.
A holiday gift is given . . .
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October 17, 2007 01:02 AM EDT --
Man on beast, beast on land, rumble
The marauders, the nomads clad in leather
Who seek with hungry, dust pelted eyes
The humble fruit, grain, and flocks of the settled.
Equine haunches . . .
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September 22, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
After a short pause in which he did something entirely forgettable, Ibblethustra decided it was time to rant mutely at a deaf universe some more, and so gathered his disciples and sort of continued his . . .
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