A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

hey x didya get wet?

mind if i join you and mistress trix?

i could use something after visiting the past.

oh, hot fuzz is on - always makes me laugh :cool:

You've got a time machine and you're not sharing. :(

I've got a couple of stops I'd like to make. Nothing that'd cause a rift in time or space, just a couple of whacks upside the head I'd like to deliver :D
 
*pours the red* where ya been missus? :rose:

napped, posting, bathed, posting...

over on the geebee there was a thread relating to the kind of stuff from the past dark days. not pleasant reading.

so! cheers, baby xxxx
 
You've got a time machine and you're not sharing. :(

I've got a couple of stops I'd like to make. Nothing that'd cause a rift in time or space, just a couple of whacks upside the head I'd like to deliver :D
sharing? ha - hop in, but let's go somewhen happy. when dya have in mind?
 
lolz

looks like trixie loves nature too - you're gonna have nekkid fairies in your garden :D

muddy nekid fairies :kiss: sing babies! dance in circles raise your hands and wave to maples, and over by the groundhog lair, mind the gap. :cattail:
 
muddy nekid fairies :kiss: sing babies! dance in circles raise your hands and wave to maples, and over by the groundhog lair, mind the gap. :cattail:

hahahaha

with or without wings
feys dance and sing
muddy little critters
nature-lovers *titters*
 
Hows about when we were young enough to dance naked in the summer rain just for the joy of it!

Why wait? Dance naked now. Hmmm, it ain't raining outside.

[/me turns on meadow sprinkler - deer and turkeys run off - squirrels curse /me]

OK, now I'll just strip down and run out there and... OW! Should have worn my Tevas. Grumble... And neighbors are laughing at me. You swine!

[/me returns inside, calms down]

Anyway, I'm reminded of a Frank Zappa lyric:

There will come a time when everybody who is lonely
Will be free to sing and dance and love
There will come a time when every evil that we know
Will be an evil that we can rise above
Who cares if you're so poor you can't afford to buy a pair
Of mod-a-go-go stretch elastic pants
There will come a time when you can even take your clothes off
When you dance


What's the ugliest part of your body?
What's the ugliest part of your body?
Some say your nose, some say your toes
I think it's your mind, your mind, your mind...


The neighbors can't see my mind, so why are they laughing? Must be other funny parts.
 
Why wait? Dance naked now. Hmmm, it ain't raining outside.

[/me turns on meadow sprinkler - deer and turkeys run off - squirrels curse /me]

OK, now I'll just strip down and run out there and... OW! Should have worn my Tevas. Grumble... And neighbors are laughing at me. You swine!

[/me returns inside, calms down]

Anyway, I'm reminded of a Frank Zappa lyric:

There will come a time when everybody who is lonely
Will be free to sing and dance and love
There will come a time when every evil that we know
Will be an evil that we can rise above
Who cares if you're so poor you can't afford to buy a pair
Of mod-a-go-go stretch elastic pants
There will come a time when you can even take your clothes off
When you dance


What's the ugliest part of your body?
What's the ugliest part of your body?
Some say your nose, some say your toes
I think it's your mind, your mind, your mind...


The neighbors can't see my mind, so why are they laughing? Must be other funny parts.

you know lit rules - pics or it didn't happen :p
 
And there where the bravest dare, tromping cross some new tilled earth, fall down make mud angel's :eek:

oh how the mud does slither and slide
getting quite friendly with my backside
that's quite alright, just hold on tight
I'll simply shake my tail feather in the dreary weather
Methinks it was no accident I was named
for a low growing, summer loving plant
that likes to spread wide and who's last name is
vulgaris

;);)
 
If a poet dances naked in the rain
and there's no one there to pic it
do the mud angels weep?

If a mud angel dances in the rain
and no poet is available to record the pain
does the angel need to dance again?

we dream of rain
plain, unadorned rain
rain without intimidation
rain without thunderstorms
rain to melt the deershit into fertilizer
rain to soften the dustclouds
rain to soak our heads
we need soaking

i push more branches into the chipper
turning good wood into gulch mulch
laying a foundation for sawdust angels

a fawn stands in the meadow
ears alert, eyes and mind blank
awaiting fate
 
Last time I danced in the rain was outside Asda, but I did have all my clothes on. There were enough raised eyebrows as it was :eek:
 
I'd whooped and joined ya! Maybe it's the sliver of Cherokee in me mutt blood.

I do still, on occasion, do my (bad) impression of Fred Astaire's soft shoe, Singin' In The Rain routine. Last time was in the grocery store parking lot while loading groceries in the rain.

Now, if only I could sing :eek:
 
I was nearly naked outside today. We got caught in the rain out in the midst of nowhere (the north-east shore of our lake) where we'd taken the dogs for a swim. I'll take a photo next time we go out there and you'll see what I mean...

My other reason for popping in to the bar was to thank you, trixafk, for the nice comment on my poem "glutton". Have a good night.
 
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