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5700. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 5/20/2006 4:37:12 PM Btw, many thanks for the Kunitz links, Rick! 5701. arkymalarky - 5/20/2006 6:15:23 PM That's fantastic, Wow. 5702. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 5/20/2006 7:23:16 PM Thanks, ark. 5703. NuPlanetOne - 5/25/2006 5:42:00 PM Not My Creature’s Keeper
They say
There are incredible
Life forms
Here on earth
We are but one
Of many
Under the sun
If any
One cares to notice
I watched a spider
Toyed with
By my cat
And I just sat
And marveled
And wondered
Then decided
To pat
My cat’s head
My choice
My inner sympathetic
Voice
Said save the bug
I gave my cat
A hug
And the spider
Scurried away
Who is to say
That my intervention
In any way
Shook the universe
And if in reverse
I ignore my cat
Or the spider bites
All is well?
Or well as can be?
Who goes to hell?
The cat, the bug
Or me?
5704. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 6:14:56 AM hiya, NuPlanetOne, my cats have decimated about 15 bunnies this spring
I've been wasted, angry and sad
Since you left Minneapolis
I wish my thoughts were pure like the driven snow
Like the heavens and the spring's virgin buds
But they strangle me with their sin
Fill me up with poison
Black clouds have covered up the sun again
~Lucinda Williams 5705. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 6:36:57 AM I wouldn't trade my place
Grandaddy: Now It's On
I got no reason to be
Weathered and withering
Like in a season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
Light the light on the front porch
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
And now it's on 5706. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 8:53:25 AM Rickover's Dream
Michael Hedges..... 5707. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 8:53:58 AM kisses 5708. webfeet - 6/2/2006 5:50:36 PM Nuplanet, your intervention in the dance of death between the spider and your cat brought to mind a favorite poem of Robert Frost.
Design
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.
5709. Ulgine Barrows - 6/10/2006 2:24:18 AM I found a dimpled spider, fat and white
And I smacked it dead, quite right
ugh. See, I know that's the difference between a poet and me.
I kill the fat white spiders.
The brown daddy-long-legs, I let go free.
White spiders are usually hauling around some baby sac.
Whack! Whack!
Bane on society! 5710. wonkers2 - 6/20/2006 8:33:30 PM George W. Bush, The Lion of Baghdad, Demands that Syria Withdraw from Syria
You must withdraw, since nations can't
Install their troops in other places
To change regimes that they don't like.
Except, of course, in certain cases.
Calvin Trillin April 4, 2005
"A Heckuva Job--More of the Bush Administration in Rhyme" Ramdom House New York 2006 5711. Ulgine Barrows - 6/24/2006 8:08:13 AM no
it just won't do
George W. Bush, The Lion of Baghdad 5712. Ulgine Barrows - 6/24/2006 9:29:15 AM The cat I don't want to love
Comes up to me after a shower
And I'm lying there with a hangover
And he starts tenderizing my belly 5713. Ulgine Barrows - 7/1/2006 5:50:55 AM lightly
lightly
kiss my belly
give me the best
orgasm
I've had in 20 years
melt me to you
I'm yours 4evah 5714. Ulgine Barrows - 7/8/2006 4:37:55 AM If that freaked y'all out, take a look at the dates.
The cat I was lovin, yeah, who doesn't love it when a cat punches them up and tenderizes them.
The acutal human sex was in post 5713, my husband and I reconnected.
Life is good.
Yes.
I'm in love with my husband again. I'm crying happy tears. 5715. Ulgine Barrows - 7/9/2006 7:38:49 AM 5703. NuPlanetOne
You must have an old cat.
A young cat would kill the spider before you had a chance to pat the cat's head.
I'm getting a bit tired of the entrails left about. We've young cats. 5716. RickNelson - 7/9/2006 12:27:11 PM I'll bet everyone got the reference Ulgine, it tickles my funny bone. I love cats, but both my ours have passed away since 2002. One was our beloved Pat, who was with us for 15 yrs and we loved him so. Our son was born and we tried to be affectionate to both, but found our Pat getting distant. Then we saw it that he was sick, he went so fast.
I miss my belly massages, and he was a calico, tiger cat mix, real orange striped with some distinct white. One was a crescent moon along his spine.
Just the best of cats. 5717. Ulgine Barrows - 7/14/2006 7:22:18 AM RickNelson
I put my face into my hands, and I cry. 5718. RickNelson - 7/29/2006 2:51:09 PM There once was a poet named rick
who lost his mind and went thick
took up a stick, and wanted to fish
got some line, a hook and that did the trick. 5719. Ulgine Barrows - 8/2/2006 8:23:51 AM A.C NewmAN
YEah, like I cARE
He was tied to the bed with a miracle drug in one hand,
In the other, a great lost novel that, I understand, was returned with a stamp
That said "thank you for your interest, young man."
While preparing his soul for a perilous slide into crime,
He had decided that he would err on this side of divine,
Being told this was wise, that there'd be payback with interest in due time
So why all the history now?
He was tied to a job selling miracle drugs from his home,
At his door every morning, a trophy arrived with the dawn,
With the following inscribed:
"we've followed you with interest for some time."
So why all the history now?
He was tied to the bed with a miracle drug in one hand.
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