Now! More than ever - 8 Day Miracle Jam

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Post by perezoso » December 12th, 2004, 6:59 pm

Were the Dead to
stoop to the level of Frankie ,
the 60's would never
have happened:
Mickey Cohen and
Lucky Luciano ( if not Caponay hisself) ,
and the rest
of Frank's pals were
not models of progressive
thinking; if I remember correctly Sinatra,
major ho-monger as well,
supported 'Nam and ended up
as a pal of Dutch Reagun--
Frankie hated the hippies;
he said it lots: he was vegas
all the way baby, and
even if he had
cool charts
(Nelson Riddle
did all the dirty work)
he was more Mussolini
than mellow

hester_prynne

Post by hester_prynne » December 12th, 2004, 7:00 pm

A plastic tree,
for thee and me,
need a match sir?,
miss?.
look at the love,
glowing on those old lights,
candy cane sticky spots
joy paste,
was she really ever that little?
taller than me now
taller than me.....

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Post by Lightning Rod » December 12th, 2004, 7:04 pm

"show me the way to the next little girl
oh, don't ask why
oh, don't ask why."
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

perezoso

Post by perezoso » December 12th, 2004, 7:05 pm

aw cassius arrives
time to scoot before
I puke

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Post by Dave The Dov » December 12th, 2004, 7:08 pm

No but she is her mother deep down inside
and on the outside as well
and all around and down to the ground

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Post by Doreen Peri » December 12th, 2004, 7:08 pm

I always loved Brecht.
Simple yet intriguing lyrical swells
But if he touched my little girl
I'd kick his ass straight to hell.

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Post by Lightning Rod » December 12th, 2004, 7:10 pm

if you can't hang with the big dogs
stay on the porch
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

perezoso

Post by perezoso » December 12th, 2004, 7:12 pm

the texass terrier
flicks a mean banjo
n can drop a quote
like bone:
but such
rustic
Stravogins
a dime
a moan

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Post by Lightning Rod » December 12th, 2004, 7:13 pm

Et tu?
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

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Post by hester_prynne » December 12th, 2004, 7:14 pm

bootstrappin santa,
jolly's mist.....
over the river of
tears and years,
jingle jangle my ears,
wigglin gigglin tator gator,
splish, splash,
many a teardrop
has to fall,
and I don't mind

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Post by Lightning Rod » December 12th, 2004, 7:19 pm

I'm moving to the piano now
to play Bo Jangles

first time I heard it
was on the backsteps of the Rubayat Club in Dallas
scraggly cowboy with a bottle of MD20/20
broke open his guitar case
and sang me his new song

It was Jerry Jeff Walker in blue jeans
we were both down and out

I'll never forget the way he did that song
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"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

perezoso

Post by perezoso » December 12th, 2004, 7:19 pm

Tex can scribble, a bit
if his bong is
stocked and lit--
put him n his
gal on some 'zine,
i'll wager they
could out-do Celine

hester_prynne

Post by hester_prynne » December 12th, 2004, 7:23 pm

don't forget
broadway brenda,
and her
derelict court,
her teeth were "green,
as green,
as garden peas",
strum strum strum,
fiddle fiddle
dee dee

perezoso

Post by perezoso » December 12th, 2004, 7:30 pm

Brenda
nee Broadway
had a way
with her words;
she often mistook
them for
japanese swords

perezoso

Post by perezoso » December 12th, 2004, 7:35 pm

mañana mañana mañana
creeps in dis pace
from day to day
and all our
blunderlays
smite pools the rays
to musty breath!

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