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barton

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #30 on: February 23, 2021, 08:17:34 PM »

RIP Lawrence Ferlinghetti,  poet and Beat icon.  Died a month shy of his 102nd birthday.
(which he shared with my papa)

https://apnews.com/article/lawrence-ferlinghetti-jack-kerouac-san-francisco-allen-ginsberg-abf9cd1a91ac39a3b4282608ffac1998

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #31 on: February 23, 2021, 08:20:01 PM »

Golden uterus
Sure tuned log.

-- palindrome

Tiny man,  I gave vagina my nit.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #32 on: February 25, 2021, 11:19:52 AM »

On pure Venus,  sun ever up?   No.

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« Reply #33 on: February 25, 2021, 12:19:43 PM »

On pure Venus,  sun ever up?   No.
Sun? Ay, my anus.
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Well, it made me sick to see it; and I was sorry for them poor pitiful rascals, it seemed like I couldn't ever feel any hardness against them any more in the world. It was a dreadful thing to see. Human beings CAN be awful cruel to one another.

barton

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #34 on: February 25, 2021, 01:56:55 PM »

Emily: Riah nuts stun Hairy Lime. 

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Re: Vogon Poetry
« Reply #35 on: March 14, 2021, 05:54:37 PM »

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #36 on: March 14, 2021, 05:59:51 PM »

Adams woukd have turned 69, last Thursday, had he not passed prematurely in 2001. 

Two days before he died,  an asteroid was named "arthurdent" in his honor.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #37 on: March 15, 2021, 09:17:55 PM »

Here's some Troilus,  to clear the palate....

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense: what will it be,
When that the watery palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice repured nectar? death, I fear me,
Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my ruder powers:
I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.   
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barton

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #38 on: March 26, 2021, 10:02:07 AM »

Ever Given palindrome:



Zeus wonk cuts kayak stuck now,  Suez.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #39 on: March 27, 2021, 02:49:38 PM »

Free Love
by Henry D. Thoreau


 
MY love must be as free
As is the eagle's wing,
Hovering o'er land and sea
And every thing.

I must not dim my eye
In thy saloon,
I must not leave my sky
And nightly moon.

Be not the fowler's net
Which stays my flight,
And craftily is set
T' allure the sight,

But be the favoring gale
That bears me on,
And still doth fill my sail
When thou art gone.

I cannot leave my sky
For thy caprice,
True love would soar as high
As heaven is.

The eagle would not brook
Her mate thus won,
Who trained his eye to look
Beneath the sun.


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Salute,

Tony V.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #40 on: March 28, 2021, 03:13:11 PM »

Dog stops traffic if fart spots God.
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barton

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #41 on: March 30, 2021, 09:13:54 PM »

Boris' Trafalgar brag: LA farts I rob!


Red,  no witness sent,  I  wonder.   

Ma,  hate Biden?  I dined,  I bet a ham.

Rise to vote,  sir.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #42 on: April 22, 2021, 11:37:47 AM »

Wow is it easy to print a book now, I wish it was this easy when I wrote my poetry book 30 years ago, I would have done it a long time ago.

https://press.barnesandnoble.com/print-on-demand/

I have my Copyright from the Library of Congress, but I need to get an International Standard Book Number, and a Bar Code, then I can sell my book at Barnes and Noble. I would love to get my book into book stores. It is old now, I wrote it a long time ago, but good poetry is always good.

I will be the first person in my family to publish a book, it would be cool, and I can pass it down, my Great Grandchildren will be able to read my poetry, if I can ever find a wife and have kids. But, women love successful poets.

My Grandfather's Brother was in a book about Oregon, "Rankin Crow and the Oregon Country" but he did not write the book.

I am the first one to write a book.

Salute,

Tony V.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #43 on: April 25, 2021, 05:58:36 AM »

Spinoza meets Li Po

I have four lines
On which you can
Confidently lay your table

You are an instrument that perceives God
You are the instrument that perceives God
I am an instrument that perceives God
I am the instrument that perceives God

Based thus respect flows mind to mind
Destiny and choice find a place to perch
Together singing season time by tide
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #44 on: April 25, 2021, 09:24:46 PM »

The instrument through which you see God is your whole self. And if a man's self is not kept clean and bright, his glimpse of God will be blurred.

         - C. S.  Lewis
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