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I Stand Mesmerized

Member since 2002 · Posted 17 Nov 2002 · 14 comments

On top of a huge rock cliff I stand in Breathtaking outdoors and look down upon a Spectacular series of waterfalls Roaring water tumbles with tremendous Strength,powerful liquid diamonds make their way To the perpetually welcoming Arrow Lakes Surrounded with luscious trees in an array of Shady greens Groups of deer gaze at me from a distance Sporadic colors of moss and lichen thrive on the Majestic rocky cliffs Sun beams upon my naked back form sweat upon my Darkened skin, turning my face towards bright Warmth,a few lacy clouds share their imagination With me,a satisfying mist fills the air I breathe Everywhere are scattered Flowers,indianpaintbrush,buttercups,dogwood,wild Roses possessing an intoxicating aroma,mesmerized My soul doth long to view the beauty of my home.L.G-O.

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[2] god'swife 18-Nov-02/12:58 PM Reply

Look everyone! It's Rod McKuen meets Ansel Adams. I bet your parents bought you lessons in eloquetion(sp?). You always refused to take of the toga and laurel wreath at the end of class.

[n/a] abbaslittleclingon › god'swife 19-Nov-02/2:24 PM Reply

No my parents did not buy me eloqeution lessons or any other lessons.As a matter of fact I picked fruit growing up and helped build houses.So I did not get to attend grade school let alone any other school.Are you some spoiled rich kid god'swife.My poetry is better than yours and I never went to school.Imagine that.

[2] god'swife › abbaslittleclingon 19-Nov-02/2:41 PM Reply

Your poems are crap compared to mine.Why don't you write about your childhood that would be interesting. I come from a long line of peasants via Spain, Argentina & Ecuador. You should stop acting like a dictionary with Tourette's syndrome, or a monkey in a tuxedo. You've never had a single lesson in anything? Whether self taught or otherwise? You're so full of crap. Pretention knows no economic boundaries.

[n/a] poetandknowit › god'swife 19-Nov-02/4:05 PM Reply

You are a fan of Rod the poet!! GW I never knew. And abbas do you really have five kids? That is a ton. That is like the ratio in India. Do you live on a farm and put them to work? And GW, you are not a peasant; you are a suburbanite. Did you ever pick fruit? I think she's got you on that one.

[2] god'swife › poetandknowit 19-Nov-02/6:10 PM Reply

Whether picking fruit or cleaning up after rich people, peasants are peasants. I guess weez inside-nigga's, cuz weez pretty an maza' shur dun liked it when we sat on his knee, I use to hike up my pettycoats shuffle my feets and sing

Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah I got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah I got 'em for sale
One for a nickle and two for dime
I would sell you more but they ain't none of mine.
Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah we got 'em for sale!

Then mazza' would pats my head and give me a hunk of pork jowl. I'd give it to mama and she'd flavor up d' greens with it. Ew-wee!!! What the fuck do you know about how I grew u

[n/a] poetandknowit › god'swife 19-Nov-02/9:57 PM Reply

You're too funny. I was simply trying to lighten things up as you and abbas traded barbs on who was the better writer. Did you drink your vitamin C today? The fruit question was a defense. She threw that out and I thought it was a funny thing to throw in an argument. You are the one making the derogatory isms about Hispanics and their role as house cleaners and turndown specialists. You forgot to mention nannies. Where that came from, I have no idea. You are hypersensitive. I made no reference to you growing up, I was simply relaying the fact that you, now, as a big girl, live in the suburbs. That would make you a suburbanite. Peasants in this day and age would most likely live in rural poverty or inner city poverty. That would not be you, becasue you live in suburban LA. Correct? Thanks for the comparison to Eddy, but, frankly, I do not think One Country is equal to throwing sand in your face.

[2] god'swife › poetandknowit 19-Nov-02/10:05 PM Reply

Hello, she's no longer picking fruit either! Or perhaps there's a govt. sponsored program were they hand out laptops to migrant workers. "Sorry no health -care or schools but here's something to keep you 'connected'. She 's got a website. I never said anything derogatory, well expect of course that you don't know what you're talking about. Like that's ever stopped you before. Anyway, I'm just having fun. Aren't you? One Country is the time Eddy and I held hands cause we were square dance partners. The rest of the time you're throwing sand. So tell me Herr Doktor, in your honest opinion who is the better poet, our new friend here, or me?

[n/a] poetandknowit › god'swife 19-Nov-02/10:12 PM Reply

Silly rabbit. Poetry is not to be judged as one person being better than another. It is from the soul, the deepest form of expression. We are all one poet, one word. We are all in the same boat cast at sea, lost, waiting for a downed tanker to break. Now, you two take hands. Kiss and make up. Send me the picture for a good bathroom tug. And I do not know what I am talking about becasue I have no pictures but the one's I create in my head. Do you not live in the suburbs?

[3] <~> › poetandknowit 19-Nov-02/10:25 PM Reply

ahem. i live in the suburbs. pictures to prove it. etc, etc. mrs.g has the magic of line breaks working for her too. you have to give her that. and she can be spare to great effect, which i like. i'm no fan of the flotsam and jetsam above (which is mostly why i kept my fingers out of her pie). i stick to flavors i like. like sunburnt mountain boys and chicas des angeles.

[n/a] poetandknowit › <~> 19-Nov-02/10:30 PM Reply

First off, you live in the country or small town America. Of course, CT is a suburb of NYC. But who are we kidding, you sleep at a farm and chew hay at work. Second: I use sunscreen to avoid any unnecessary redness. Third: Well it was about the pie thing, but I won't go there. Minors are on the site. Fourth: We should all be one loving group. Hugs and kisses from the soul. Poet's call to arms. Keep on writing, on.

[n/a] poetandknowit › poetandknowit 19-Nov-02/10:43 PM Reply

1. my city established 1876. Centennial State. Columbine, flower (and historic shooting event that inspired a 5K and a new license plate). Bird, Chrsitof. I live in the heart of it. I am less than 1 mile from a store that sells at least 15 brands of condoms.
2. Which pic. Major windburn in the bike race. Did I mention how much pain I was in. You would not believe.

(It is not last call or anywhere near it here).

3. i don't understand.
4. I hate everyone here, except you, of course

[n/a] poetandknowit › poetandknowit 19-Nov-02/10:50 PM Reply

I still don't get it. Are you the other person? Is it your pie? Should we change the word pie to turd? How many kids? three? Day job? Still have sex?

[n/a] poetandknowit 19-Nov-02/4:06 PM Reply

And Abba, coould you do something with the form of this poem, like break it up some, so it doesn't drag for a mile accross my screen.

[n/a] poetandknowit 19-Nov-02/4:07 PM Reply

And Abba, what does L-G-O mean?