Ode to Digichat

[Hardwood]

Lemme tel tell ya of a story about a man named jed,
Who was never getting any, cause he is MARRIED TO THE DEAD!
And then one day when he thought there was no hope,
He found the folks at Digichat and they help him to cope.

SuzyCreamCheese in her passion,
chases Xen around the site,
While Romeo PMs Juliet,
But Juliet will not bite,

Loco lectures us on seduction,
a task at which he is best,
while Betty is in the corner,
showing all of us her chest ! (.) (.)

JC wiggle wiggles,
while showing off her rock,
and Druid is closely watching,
with his hand upon his.... drink.


Flawless, Benn, and Andie,
are our friends across the sea,
they give us lessons on our english,
and how it ought to be.


Xander's gettin married,
of this we're all excited,
and as he flys to better days,
we trust he'll fly United.


And Morningstar a lady
whose charm is soft and clear,
will talk with me of different things,
while we bore the room to tears.


This is no place for the rude,
those folks will have no luck,
thier best come-on line is always,
"Hey lady, wanna ...."


Loco, JD, Kss, and Bud,
are the cops along this beat,
be rude and you will see thier boot,
and we're not talkin about the feet.

Now I know I've missed a bunch of you,
I hope you'll forgive this time,
but I ain't so very good at this,
and can't always make it ryhme.


Last Becca, gentel Becca,
No girl,,I've not forgot,
your selfless love and caring,
your passion when your hot.
I'll try to be the friend you need,
and help you when your blue,
and maybe someday I could be,
worthy of such as you.


And now my fellow Chatsters,
beat this one if you can,
write your lines and make them ryhme,
and send them to the man.
Don't be cross or grumpy,
we don't need any of that,
then we'll raise our brew and sing anew
our Ode to Digichat.



[Edited by Hardwood on 07-30-2000 at 02:38 PM]

 

[Laurel]

clap clap clap clap

Bravo! Encore, encore!

clap clap clap clap clap

 

[Flagg]

Laurel - you're rubbish - that didn't ryhme at all!

 

[April]

Hey, that was pretty damn good!

 

[LadyRed]

Excellent Hardwood. Loved it Babe.

Red

 

[jcgirl]

omg HW that was incredible!!! <applauds>
Now we'll all have to come up with a new verse, lol

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Jed Clampett and Jerry Garcia?

Lemme tel tell ya of a story about a man named jed,
Who was never getting any, cause he is MARRIED TO THE DEAD!

Excellent poetry writing there Woody! very cool.

... ummmm k when you talk bout Jed Clampett though being married to the dead .. is that a new way of saying he was a Dead head .. cause i think when the Beverly Hillbillies were on tv .. that was before the Grateful Dead LMAO

 

[Isabella Thorne]

... or maybe it was about the same time .. now i'm not sure ... so hey maybe jed was a deadhead ... sorry .. i fucked up

 

[jcgirl]

actually I wondered that myself.........are we supposed to strike "black gold" here or what? lmao You are one of a kind HW

 

[Isabella Thorne]

well ok but i get first dibs on being elly mae .. and first dibs on doing jethro LMAO ..

 

[jcgirl]

I wanted jethro! That rope belt.......<swooon>

 

[Isabella Thorne]

.. and also just cause jed was a deadhead .. why does that imply he wasn't getting any .. i mean i'm sure a lot of deadheads get it all the time.

 

[jcgirl]

hmmm deadheads,,,,,,LOL,,,,,,,,,he was kinda cute in a crusty kinda hillbilly way.......yep kinda

 

[Hardwood]

Actualy many people say I remind them of Jed, though some days I feel like Granny.

 

[jcgirl]

HW you handsome devil you ...........wink

 

[MorningStar]

Hardwood, m'dear........

My writing abilities lie in prose not poetry....so I'll not even try to make this into something that appears to be a poem.....least I fall flat on my face once again.

You are fantastic....such hidden talent...I'm impressed as all get out. Now as for us talking about different things...mmmmmmmmmmmm maybe it's time to expand our repetoire????? There are numerous subjects we've yet to broach.......grin.

I can now well imagine the wood working you do is just as finally polished as your poetry.....echoing Laurel...bravo, bravo.

hugsssssssssssssss and a kotc
MorningStar

P.S. now when I get a pic of you...I don't want one of Jed ....I want one of Hardwood....smile

 

[Isabella Thorne]

well woody .. i was kinda wondering hon ..

bout the cement pond .. are we allowed to take a dip .. it's getting awfully hot around here ..

 

[Mensa]

Is this free-verse

maybe it's just me but only the first post seemed to rhyme.

 

[Patryn]

Well, Mensa...maybe you should consider changing your nick if that's how it is. Just kidding!!

 

[rudeboy]

hey Hardwood....whats up with digichat???.... our friends @ digichat want money to be friends.... is this the digichat you where singin about??? cheers rude

 

[Hardwood]

?

 

[rudeboy]

hi... maybe I read between the lines where there were no lines... I took your refereances to "digichat" literally, and went to the site. I can chat at digichat, free for 14 days, and then I have to pay........ forgive me if I'm wrong HW< perhaps your poem, eloquent as it was, was sincere, but the eternal(infernal) sceptic that I am smelt SPAM..... were you inviting us to your pay per chat site??????? ...... if not, please no hard feelings, as cryptic as you... ciao rude

 

[jcgirl]

Actuallym HW was referring the digichat site attached on literotica............friendly place......we dont bite........ well okay some of us do but not hard i promise.......<grin>

 

[Hardwood]

Love's Spirit Lost:






In joy he sits across from her,
looks deep into blue eyes,
a sexy blouse fitted close,
a skirt with shapely thighs.

He marvels at the spirit,
It's warm and fresh and bright,
He hungers for the sound of it,
he speaks to it at night.

He thinks of her at all times,
her spirit haunts him sore,
He hurts to let her know his love,
and live happy ever more.

And then in time he loses her,
the family moves away,
he sits in class by empty desk,
as pain grows every day.

The spirit calls out to him,
he can not find relief,
he travels far to seek those eyes,
to ease his bitter grief.

Sometimes his strength will fail him,
and his life will seem too tough,
and then in tears he'l speak her name,
and life won't seem so rough.

12 years go by, he travels on,
his spirit tempered by the pain,
he is stronger than he was before,
though it hurts him just the same.

And then one day he wins at last,
she returns to be his wife,
but she had battles of her own,
of pain, and hate, and strife.

Her spirit failed in some past fight,
was left behind to die,
the laughter missing from her voice,
the sparkle from her eye.

Love's spirit died, he knows that now,
whats left is dark and sour,
and yet he can not mourn his lose,
theres no grave to lay his flower.




OK, it's not part of the Ode, just a poem rattleing around in me. Thanks for letting me share it.

[Edited by Hardwood on 07-30-2000 at 02:44 PM]

 

[Hardwood]

For Xen and Suzy:



Suzy singing to the room,
of songs we all hold dear.
Does sunlight sparkle in her eye,
or is that glint a tear?

If sunlight;
Thank you Suzy,
for the cheer you gave today.

If not;
We pray your prince come soon,
to kiss your tear away.

[Edited by Hardwood on 07-30-2000 at 02:44 PM]