A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

i meant to say 'thankyou' and now i'm saying 'damn, that hit the spot and it's gone already!':eek:

pour me a sippin' one, please, 'tender? :kiss:
 
I've just got to hear the story behind that one. Have a drink to calm the jitters :eek:

Didn't happen exactly as I described there (not enough words to give the exact piece), but close enough...

I was taking my father and mother home, after going out for lunch. I parked the car on the driveway. Their house (like every other house here) has a tall exterior iron fence, for protection, so I stepped out of the car to open the gate and the garage door. I always do it as quickly as possible; this time, however, I was distracted. We were chatting and I stopped to say something. That was stupid...

Two men came running from around the corner, some 50 meters away. They pulled pistols, pointing them at us. I calmly raised my hands and lied down on the ground, keeping the car keys on my hand, to make it easier for them to grab it (it's not the first time this happens to me...).

One of them asked me if I was a cop, and if I was armed. Not sure why. I said "no, I'm not", so he told me to get up and act natural. I did so; my mother was crying, holding her hands to her face. She was just standing there, so my father started taking her toward the house.

I was slowly backing away, hands in clear view, and they got inside the car and started fiddling with the gear. The car went nowhere. So one of them gets out of the car, waves the gun my way, and asks me if I did something to the car. So I'm forced to go back and teach them how to start the engine ("here, you need to set it to parking... Turn the key that way... Now turn it the other way... Now start the car... Now put the gear on 'R'").

You know, my uncle was taken along with his car, he did everything they asked... And for no reason, after driving him all the way to a slum, they made him lie face down on the ground and shot his knee. Between being asked if I was a cop and being forced to go back to the car to teach them how to start the engine and drive it, I'm feeling pretty lucky right now. :cool:
 
Didn't happen exactly as I described there (not enough words to give the exact piece), but close enough...

...

I was slowly backing away, hands in clear view, and they got inside the car and started fiddling with the gear. The car went nowhere. So one of them gets out of the car, waves the gun my way, and asks me if I did something to the car. So I'm forced to go back and teach them how to start the engine ("here, you need to set it to parking... Turn the key that way... Now turn it the other way... Now start the car... Now put the gear on 'R'").

... Between being asked if I was a cop and being forced to go back to the car to teach them how to start the engine and drive it, I'm feeling pretty lucky right now. :cool:

holy shit! if this wasn't so awful it'd be comedy gold. when it's real, it's not so funny. damnit, dude :eek: :rose:
 
got a letter to write
a parcel to post
an unlikely thing to sprout wings and fly
sits silently spinning
traveling through the void

anyone serving? something long and cool and fizzy, please? :kiss:
 
holy shit! if this wasn't so awful it'd be comedy gold. when it's real, it's not so funny. damnit, dude :eek: :rose:

It has become far too common... And they normally shoot, they don't ask you to step out of the car. I guess I'm happy they weren't high on crack. Feels good to be alive.
 
I feel a bit cheated, though. That talk about seeing flashes of your life is bull. I did spend a few minutes thinking about unfinished business just after, though. I was specifically thinking of how I haven't set up a trigger so that, if I die, people can at least be notified about it.

"Hi there! I'm sorry to say that we won't be talking anymore—I find myself slightly dead." :rolleyes:

Sorry... a bit morbid, I know. I guess I should go take a walk, or something.
 
I feel a bit cheated, though. That talk about seeing flashes of your life is bull. I did spend a few minutes thinking about unfinished business just after, though. I was specifically thinking of how I haven't set up a trigger so that, if I die, people can at least be notified about it.

"Hi there! I'm sorry to say that we won't be talking anymore—I find myself slightly dead." :rolleyes:

Sorry... a bit morbid, I know. I guess I should go take a walk, or something.

:rose:

excellent american sentence with world-wide applications.

honestly don't know what else to say except 'buy you one?'
 
got a letter to write
a parcel to post
an unlikely thing to sprout wings and fly
sits silently spinning
traveling through the void

anyone serving? something long and cool and fizzy, please? :kiss:
Water glass of Merlot (foxhorn)* What you up to, missus. I see moggy gears spinnin' in your machinery?
It has become far too common... And they normally shoot, they don't ask you to step out of the car. I guess I'm happy they weren't high on crack. Feels good to be alive.
Do you live in Beiruit or Compton?
I feel a bit cheated, though. That talk about seeing flashes of your life is bull. I did spend a few minutes thinking about unfinished business just after, though. I was specifically thinking of how I haven't set up a trigger so that, if I die, people can at least be notified about it.
Lines of poetry would have been spinning through my mind to beat the band. glad you are okay

"Hi there! I'm sorry to say that we won't be talking anymore—I find myself slightly dead." :rolleyes:

Sorry... a bit morbid, I know. I guess I should go take a walk, or something.
 
Water glass of Merlot (foxhorn)* What you up to, missus. I see moggy gears spinnin' in your machinery?

Do you live in Beiruit or Compton?
oh, that'll do very nicely. ty :kiss:


just reminding myself i've a parcel to post, care of metallic wings, to cross an ocean before becoming an immigrant in the land of puddle-jumpin', steers and strawberry fields (well, banks) :D
 
:rose:

excellent american sentence with world-wide applications.

honestly don't know what else to say except 'buy you one?'

It's ok. Thank you. :rose: But... American sentence? Did I reach 17 syllables somewhere? :)

Do you live in Beiruit or Compton?

A place that is both better and worse than those... As the Italian say: tutto il mondo è paese. It's the same thing everywhere you go, with slight variations due to culture and education. Except in some places you don't have to always watch your back, or choose what you're going to wear to minimize the odds of being mugged. :rolleyes: I guess I should have stayed in the US.

just reminding myself i've a parcel to post, care of metallic wings, to cross an ocean before becoming an immigrant in the land of puddle-jumpin', steers and strawberry fields (well, banks) :D

Strawberry fields... New York? Are you moving to the US?

But puddle-jumping should be Annie's backyard, if I'm not mistaken. :cattail:
 
It's ok. Thank you. :rose: But... American sentence? Did I reach 17 syllables somewhere? :)



A place that is both better and worse than those... As the Italian say: tutto il mondo è paese. It's the same thing everywhere you go, with slight variations due to culture and education. Except in some places you don't have to always watch your back, or choose what you're going to wear to minimize the odds of being mugged. :rolleyes: I guess I should have stayed in the US.



Strawberry fields... New York? Are you moving to the US?

But puddle-jumping should be Annie's backyard, if I'm not mistaken. :cattail:

ooops, i was counting words. 17 words to be precise :D that's me getting it mixed up with the hint fiction :eek:

gotta post harry's birthday present

strawberry banks rather than fields and cars that like playing in the mud. not sure they could jump the puddles in annie's vicinity - i mean the flooding, of course! :devil:

moving to america? who knows what the future holds? :cool:
 
ooops, i was counting words. 17 words to be precise :D that's me getting it mixed up with the hint fiction :eek:

Easily fixed; we just declare this a new form, the american hint fiction. :cool:

gotta post harry's birthday present

Birthday? When? Is it now? Happy birthday, Harry! :D

strawberry banks rather than fields and cars that like playing in the mud. not sure they could jump the puddles in annie's vicinity - i mean the flooding, of course! :devil:

moving to america? who knows what the future holds? :cool:

*wink wink, nudge nudge* :cattail:

I wonder where is Angeline... She hasn't posted her 30 in 30 poems.
 
Easily fixed; we just declare this a new form, the american hint fiction. :cool:



Birthday? When? Is it now? Happy birthday, Harry! :D



*wink wink, nudge nudge* :cattail:

I wonder where is Angeline... She hasn't posted her 30 in 30 poems.

ha :)

not quite yet but i'm determined it shouldn't be late

:p

crikey, let's hope it's not snow taken out her connection :eek:
 
Reads the water fall of posts above

*points up* There's meat n cheese to go with the wine
 
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