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Amanda is up with her rules and the theme more fully filled out here. It has been a bit, I am tired, I am sore, so I am slightly off my game. Still, I dived right in with a couple of milquetoast poems just to start the thing. Oh, right, here yea be.
Okay, so I have a quirky sense of things today. It may be plainly obvious, but just a heads up.
Uhm, yea, even still in a bit of a funky mood. *zip*
first in line, me next
go ahead of me, I grant-
I am still up next!
go ahead of me, I grant-
I am still up next!
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whispers of promise
of doom or delight, trifling-
magic moments of weight
of doom or delight, trifling-
magic moments of weight
over there and just now
flicker raises hunger and blood
memories - and yet?
(okay, so I have this thing against soccer, hushutup)
(okay, so I have this thing against soccer, hushutup)
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They Hunger: Turning the Table
they almost get me
to convince to turn my head~
no chance little ones!
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she? scented hungry
she approaches for the kill-
my turn through her lust
Doom,
ReplyDeleteYour first haiku cracks me up.
The second one is quite mysterious.
The 3rd one is .. hmmm .. well.. Let me say this ..
watcha gonna do when you turn into a soccer dad because that's what your offspring wants to play?
Your last couple of haiku ..
If you were a steak, Doom, you would be a bloody rare steak..
Laughing, wondering, and perhaps a tadge of worry? Now that is all your old friend Doom could ask from a lady friend! :)
ReplyDeleteNow, mind you, the lyrics and nature of the poems are quite... loosely to be translated. Add Christian ethics, borderline shamanistic symbolism, a tetch of extra testosterone, shake with ice, pour out reserving the ice, and *pow*, to the moon, Alice, without no seems nor needlework.
Well, that is what I thought the dream merchant suggested.
*poof*
As to my kids joining a soccer team? You don't have my convictions regarding the socialist sport. My kids will be free to join... as soon as they get their own apartment. *boot*
ReplyDeleteSocialist sport? Really? Never thought about it that way. Actually, I don't spend much time thinking about ball sports unless I'm planning on avoiding them. So I just googled socialist sports .. And yes, soccer did pop up .. along with the NFL.. go figure. .. or whatever..
ReplyDeletePS: the only time I didn't avoid ball sports was when my youngest chose to play soccer in his preteens and when he played in the high school band and I felt compelled to attend Friday night high school football games.
The cartoon illustration for the first one is more poignant to me than you may know. I lingered in Costco yesterday, just to be in the surge of humanity again.
ReplyDeleteNo one in the default world is open, not even the food sample station people who have their spiel to sell, but nothing else. Sad, really.
I know there are ways to open these people, a la roosh, but I didn't go to that effort. Just observed.
Still, it felt better to be in a crowd than alone. On the way home, my chatty and usually therefore annoying neighbors, were a refreshing relief.
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ReplyDeleteSeriously? See, I call it a socialist sport because of where it is from and the fact that teams are extolled for getting everyone in rather than winning and that, pretty much, anyone CAN play it. It's not... complicated. Well, and it is European, which itself is a vast socialist wasteland of human misery. Which... well... such games belong there. Wretched to watch and unambitious to play.
Sorry, but... it's how I see it. As to the NFL? I can only imagine it is becoming a nanny rule game, which has begun pushing liberalism, equality, and inclusion, while attacking players who even dare to say "queer", "chick", or such (while extricating them from rape cases, real ones, as fast and quietly as they can, and any other crime they think they can keep a lid on). Ugh.
Desert Cat,
I wish I could give you a bit of my magic. I need almost nothing, usually. People open like clams which think they are safe and comfy. Now Logan isn't Tuscon, but even in SLC, at the places I go, I get people to open, sometimes even laugh and live for a bit.
I don't always like people. I certainly don't agree. But... I do love them. Something about each being Christ, if I don't always bother explaining. Plus... I am pretty sure almost no one I meet has done half, even a quarter, of the things I have done. I met a man once who thought he was a bad man for having had a handful of affairs (before marriage).
Uhrm, my love of people does not always translate to their activities, such as certain sports. Then again I think they are all rigged these days, at the pro, probably collegiate, and in some high school venues. When they aren't rigged they are indoctrination templates of the opposite, and wrong, ideas. I don't necessarily want my kids to join team, or even competitive sports, save possibly in off single sports, martial arts where I know and have had long talks with their master, and such.
urhm /shoebox :p
Uhrm, just woke, so probably slugging them into the stratosphere, but... Oh, I do believe what I say, but upon waking I have the diplomatic zeal of Vlad. *blink blink* *smile*
ReplyDeleteI really like that second cartoon. Reminds me of the ones I saw recently that my Grandfather did back in the nineteen-teens and twenties. Humor from a different age - he was quite good ar cartooning.
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I suppose one could say I have a humor from a different age. If that was along the lines of what your grandfather did we probably could have laughed together, and often. If you got that gene... join the club. I laugh every time I take a second to review it. Then again, if I were a train I might just do that.
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