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Time, that precious commodity that runs away from us,
One minute you are toddling around not a care, unfettered
The next your back aches from constant toil, your babies
become children, and you are left wondering where all those
precious minutes and years went, and why you don't have the time
to pursue anything except money, built on your own ego
ahhhh to just have the time to sweat the small things to put the
Big things into proper perspective.
Like writing this, I have no time to finish.....,
 
todski28 said:
Time, that precious commodity that runs away from us,
One minute you are toddling around not a care, unfettered
The next your back aches from constant toil, your babies
become children, and you are left wondering where all those
precious minutes and years went, and why you don't have the time
to pursue anything except money, built on your own ego
ahhhh to just have the time to sweat the small things to put the
Big things into proper perspective.
Like writing this, I have no time to finish.....,
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Ha!
 
Yesterday was sketchy
eyes burnt by ruinous time
the rain that won't quit falling
I still have your letter tucked
inside the pages. Today's little
better. Kaddish follows Howl.

Better read Catullus. Laugh
at bad translations, silly girls
and naughty words late night
talk like wine. I still have the letter
not the will to read it. You're not
going anywhere. I'm always
just here.

Welcome to the dreamtime
join the dancing ghostline
outer to the inner, world survive
in thought. Maybe I will
read it and think about
the live time. I tire
of the rhyme time.

I'd rather hear you laugh.
I'd rather eat a plum.
 
HarryHill said:
love the poem, neo, but the last line makes me feel like the dummy, can.t figure
it out
..
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Thank you! If you look at a crash test dummy, they have a marker on their forehead along with markers where if they hit a part of the car in a test it will show up on the car, telling the makers they need to redesign something.
 
an imaginarium of light floats
within a vacuum because silence
is golden and gold is valuable
as is this imagination of purple
leaves against an orange sky
reminds me that a colour
negative looks like that and maybe
I have nothing new for an imaginarium.
 
Angeline said:
The High Priest of Norfolk

I am the very model of a Witchfinder General!
I've encountered sorcery and hung its young apprentices,
brought them to the Gallowsman and made their days ephemeral.
I am the very model of a Witchfinder General,
brought them to the Gallowsman and made their days ephemeral.
Alchemy is dross to me, the cross my one preventative.
I am the very model of a Witchfinder General,
I've encountered sorcery and hung its young apprentices.


(Took a few liberties but I read that name and heard Gilbert and Sullivan. :eek: )
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I am the very model of a Witchfinder made General,
Brought evil to the gallows and have made those lives ephemeral,
I've racked and strained in Holy Name most anybody I might lust
And cackle with enthusiasm, when I have them prop'ly trussed.
Now, what I know of sorcery is little, but aggressively
I love to pin them, piercing, but not 'specially excessively,
And when a witch is screaming, thrashing, something to be wary at?
I'll tie her even tighter with my trusty cowboy lariat.

Now, Vincent Price is not so nice, his Witchfinder subject to vice,
And laying on of stones? His gen'ral uses granite and not gneiss.
And if sometimes I'm tempted to indulge in firm-fleshed pulchritude,
Just think of it as snacking, each young witch a kind of finger food.
My job is tough, my clothes are rough, but God himself selected me
To be His Scourge, and serf or Lord, give Evil a vasectomy.
So do not think you can escape, for that would be effrontery.
Allegiance to one God? Well, that we now make quite compulsory.




Sorry. I quite love Gilbert and Sullivan, especially The Pirates of Penzance.

I think I need a third verse, though.
 
Tzara said:
I am the very model of a Witchfinder made General,
Brought evil to the gallows and have made those lives ephemeral,
I've racked and strained in Holy Name most anybody I might lust
And cackle with enthusiasm, when I have them prop'ly trussed.
Now, what I know of sorcery is little, but aggressively
I love to pin them, piercing, but not 'specially excessively,
And when a witch is screaming, thrashing, something to be wary at?
I'll tie her even tighter with my trusty cowboy lariat.

Now, Vincent Price is not so nice, his Witchfinder subject to vice,
And laying on of stones? His gen'ral uses granite and not gneiss.
And if sometimes I'm tempted to indulge in firm-fleshed pulchritude,
Just think of it as snacking, each young witch a kind of finger food.
My job is tough, my clothes are rough, but God himself selected me
To be His Scourge, and serf or Lord, give Evil a vasectomy.
So do not think you can escape, for that would be effrontery.
Allegiance to one God? Well, that we now make quite compulsory.




Sorry. I quite love Gilbert and Sullivan, especially The Pirates of Penzance.

I think I need a third verse, though.
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You're wonderful. I may have another verse, too. Wanna uh combine them? :D

I have a secret love of them, too. Well, not so secret now. My dad used to walk around the house singing it though he was rather more partial to The Mikado.
 
Angeline said:
You're wonderful. I may have another verse, too. Wanna uh combine them? :D

I have a secret love of them, too. Well, not so secret now. My dad used to walk around the house singing it though he was rather more partial to The Mikado.
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Of course. I'd love to. :)

The Mikado is my other favorite. I've seen several G&S productions, but Pirates and Mikado are the ones I really like.

I'm just trying to decide whether I dare try to record my Rex Harrison-ish Sprechstimme performance of same.

Like, how do I do the musical interlude? :eek:
 
In Which We Share A Fantasy

stain my lips with the smear
of cream you painted
here in this place where lovers
stroke and taste
such intimacy that to share
becomes the only option

delve through the gift of musth
and lust left on these lips
so red and discover why
to share remains
the only option

I quiver still that we share
this taste
this need
to satisfy but one who loves
coming first then next
where four times is not enough

one cannot sate where three
belong together so stay
don't leave just yet
for you are not a fluffer
and I am not a star

paint my lips smeared
with the strokes
made into this territory
now touched by another.
 
champagne1982 said:
In Which We Share A Fantasy

stain my lips with the smear
of cream you painted
here in this place where lovers
stroke and taste
such intimacy that to share
becomes the only option

delve through the gift of musth
and lust left on these lips
so red and discover why
to share remains
the only option

I quiver still that we share
this taste
this need
to satisfy but one who loves
coming first then next
where four times is not enough

one cannot sate where three
belong together so stay
don't leave just yet
for you are not a fluffer
and I am not a star

paint my lips smeared
with the strokes
made into this territory
now touched by another.
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Damn, that was live? Strong stuff.
 
EducatedOwl said:
Damn, that was live? Strong stuff.
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You get pretty good at writing off the cuff when you get roped into Gunfight challenges as often as I. LOL everyone's got their nibs sharpened and their scopes trained on you during one of those. We need our Doc Hollliday, (oh Charley!) of the PoBo Corral to get in here and stage another with some of you new punslingers.
 
Tzara said:
I am the very model of a Witchfinder made General,
Brought evil to the gallows and have made those lives ephemeral,
I've racked and strained in Holy Name most anybody I might lust
And cackle with enthusiasm, when I have them prop'ly trussed.
Now, what I know of sorcery is little, but aggressively
I love to pin them, piercing, but not 'specially excessively,
And when a witch is screaming, thrashing, something to be wary at?
I'll tie her even tighter with my trusty cowboy lariat.

Now, Vincent Price is not so nice, his Witchfinder subject to vice,
And laying on of stones? His gen'ral uses granite and not gneiss.
And if sometimes I'm tempted to indulge in firm-fleshed pulchritude,
Just think of it as snacking, each young witch a kind of finger food.
My job is tough, my clothes are rough, but God himself selected me
To be His Scourge, and serf or Lord, give Evil a vasectomy.
So do not think you can escape, for that would be effrontery.
Allegiance to one God? Well, that we now make quite compulsory.




Sorry. I quite love Gilbert and Sullivan, especially The Pirates of Penzance.

I think I need a third verse, though.
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My worm can conquer anything though witches are its favored state,
the young and sloe-eyed plump ones bowed and trussed like chicken on a plate.
When someone won't confess her sin I never call the Bishop in,
but lock the door then raise the lamp and gaze upon her luscious skin,
I read the law and say my prayers, take out the cross, screw on the clamp
and how I search her carefully till she and dungeon both are damp
whilst I in my religious zeal reveal my faith and cop a feel
for Witch Finders must find what's real. I do and Oh God what a deal!
 
Angeline said:
My worm can conquer anything though witches are its favored state,
the young and sloe-eyed plump ones bowed and trussed like chicken on a plate.
When someone won't confess her sin I never call the Bishop in,
but lock the door then raise the lamp and gaze upon her luscious skin,
I read the law and say my prayers, take out the cross, screw on the clamp
and how I search her carefully till she and dungeon both are damp
whilst I in my religious zeal reveal my faith and cop a feel
for Witch Finders must find what's real. I do and Oh God what a deal!
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YAAAYYYYY!!!! excellent! :D :kiss:
 
Angeline said:
My worm can conquer anything though witches are its favored state,
the young and sloe-eyed plump ones bowed and trussed like chicken on a plate.
When someone won't confess her sin I never call the Bishop in,
but lock the door then raise the lamp and gaze upon her luscious skin,
I read the law and say my prayers, take out the cross, screw on the clamp
and how I search her carefully till she and dungeon both are damp
whilst I in my religious zeal reveal my faith and cop a feel
for Witch Finders must find what's real. I do and Oh God what a deal!
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Like any Inquisition, mine is improvised, though serious,
I strive to make our methods more effective than delirious
And if sometimes that means that I must torment her silken nudity
That is my sacred job and one I dispatch with impunity.
It's true that I may take some pleasure from the squirming female form
And some will label this a practice def'nitely outside the Norm
But witchcraft is a plague and must be dealt with quite summarily,
For God has Laws that we must follow strictly as a Pharisee.
 
Tzara said:
Like any Inquisition, mine is improvised, though serious,
I strive to make our methods more effective than delirious
And if sometimes that means that I must torment her silken nudity
That is my sacred job and one I dispatch with impunity.
It's true that I may take some pleasure from the squirming female form
And some will label this a practice def'nitely outside the Norm
But witchcraft is a plague and must be dealt with quite summarily,
For God has Laws that we must follow strictly as a Pharisee.
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The Girls Respond

Three little magic maids are we,
schooled in dev'lish necromancy,
garbed in black though pentacle free.
Three magic maids are we.

We're all about the sorcery--
bred to a fervent witchery.
Bubble up trouble then you'll see.
Three magic maids are we.

Three little maids pert not warty
riding brooms all sleek and sporty.
Don't ask where the wand is, Shorty.
Three magic maids are we.

Witchfinder schmitzfinder you goad
with cross and holy roller load,
take care lest you are turned a toad.
Three magic maids are we.


(Sorry. I needed to change it up. :D)

:rose:
 
Angeline said:
The Girls Respond

Three little magic maids are we,
schooled in dev'lish necromancy,
garbed in black though pentacle free.
Three magic maids are we.

We're all about the sorcery--
bred to a fervent witchery.
Bubble up trouble then you'll see.
Three magic maids are we.

Three little maids pert not warty
riding brooms all sleek and sporty.
Don't ask where the wand is, Shorty.
Three magic maids are we.

Witchfinder schmitzfinder you goad
with cross and holy roller load,
take care lest you are turned a toad.
Three magic maids are we.


(Sorry. I needed to change it up. :D)

:rose:
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The Witchfinder Responds

(Witchfinder: )
So, let's be frank about it--I mean witches must be found,
Their names put on my list. I really must insist.
And though you may be magical, your figures nice and round,
You're Evil in Our Midst (though lovely for a tryst).
Your spells, though voiced quite fetchingly while underneath the stars
Are really rather shocking with your dope and loud guitars,
And dancing--my God--dancing in your alltogetherness
Seems thoroughly to mock me in my straight-laced, severe dress
And, thus, I must examine you, you really can't resist,
Because I've got a list, and I'm looking to be kissed.

(Chorus of Townspeople: )
He's got 'em on his list; he's got them by the wrist,
(Which he gives a little twist). He will, at last, be kissed.

(Witchfinder: )
Now let's negotiate the terms of your imprisonment--
Remember 'bout my list! You know you can't resist!
I'd really love to play you like a fine stringed instrument--
You're really quite a gift, and everything I wished.
My inquisition will take up all evening and all night,
I quite expect as subject that you'll prove a wicked sprite,
And I will have you moaning on the rack before the dawn,
And later take you outside for some fun upon the lawn,
And by the time the sun is rising, morals set adrift,
You'll be ready for your shrift. Just be glad you're on my list.

(Chorus of Townspeople: )
He's got her on his list--he's got her on his list;
He's got his little gift, and she's going to be blitzed.




Don't know The Mikado as well, so this might be a little rough in spots.
 
Tzara said:
The Witchfinder Responds

(Witchfinder: )
So, let's be frank about it--I mean witches must be found,
Their names put on my list. I really must insist.
And though you may be magical, your figures nice and round,
You're Evil in Our Midst (though lovely for a tryst).
Your spells, though voiced quite fetchingly while underneath the stars
Are really rather shocking with your dope and loud guitars,
And dancing--my God--dancing in your alltogetherness
Seems thoroughly to mock me in my straight-laced, severe dress
And, thus, I must examine you, you really can't resist,
Because I've got a list, and I'm looking to be kissed.

(Chorus of Townspeople: )
He's got 'em on his list; he's got them by the wrist,
(Which he gives a little twist). He will, at last, be kissed.

(Witchfinder: )
Now let's negotiate the terms of your imprisonment--
Remember 'bout my list! You know you can't resist!
I'd really love to play you like a fine stringed instrument--
You're really quite a gift, and everything I wished.
My inquisition will take up all evening and all night,
I quite expect as subject that you'll prove a wicked sprite,
And I will have you moaning on the rack before the dawn,
And later take you outside for some fun upon the lawn,
And by the time the sun is rising, morals set adrift,
You'll be ready for your shrift. Just be glad you're on my list.

(Chorus of Townspeople: )
He's got her on his list--he's got her on his list;
He's got his little gift, and she's going to be blitzed.




Don't know The Mikado as well, so this might be a little rough in spots.
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Suddenly this thread is an operetta. Amazing. And you brought in a chorus! You are definitely my kinda weird. I think we both have a shining future at Mad Magazine. :)

:rose:
 
Stop, stop, the tune is stuck in my head now
..
I'm riding on my mower tryin to cut the verdure back
when Gilbert begins to hum again in another song attack
I'm going to loose my sanity, affront on humanity
when Harry goes a screaming down the main road of Cape Hannity
 
UnderYourSpell said:
The Witchfinder General was about and made in the County of Norfolk where I was born. Seems he founds loads of witches there so ........... beware lol ;)
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Oh word Wilfred Brambell at 1:41 is especially creepy. What in heck was an obvious foreigner (Vinnie P.) doing, being welcomed in England annnd didn't Vincent look a little long in the tooth for a 20 something, even in the 1630s?
 
Dear Winston Oh
Boogie I do
understand. Who
doesn't want to
look at the sky
and see
Yes
 
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