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I Like Big Books!

Trixareforkids
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Poetry Contest

Use books titles to start (title) and end your poem
-Must credit both books at the end
-Any length ok

Thee, a, thee, a, that's all...

Trixareforkids
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Examples:

She Left Me The Gun*
 
It had no safety but
its chambers were empty
strangely bereft, like me
aching for the violent promise
of being loaded and
hearing the cry
Shots fired!**


*-She Left Me the Gun by Emma Brockes
**-Shots Fired by C.J. Box



The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up*

It started with the realization 
that she had too much crap
so much in fact that most of the good stuff
had been forgotten, lying neglected 
under beds or hidden in closets
It felt so good to say goodbye
to the things that had been weighing her down
and to rediscover her lost treasures
that she couldn't stop
She kept looking to see what else could go
until finally everything was neat and tidy
and the only thing left to go 
was the girl with the dragon tattoo**


*-The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo
**-The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson

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Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Oooh!! Okay...be back...cool doll...

Grace
IDryad
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Desperation

torn wrists carved artlessly
fingers held on deafening pulse
night descended fast
against nature's course

turning back for rose petals
fallen on paths trodden
repeatedly, hallowed and unhallowed
grasping for figments of imagined wishes

Silence ruled desperately seeking ...
yesterday's promises made
whispers dissipated in cold air
yet heart whimpered hurt remembered

Desperation
In Silence.

*Desperation by Stephen King* Silence by Natasha Preston*

snugglebuck
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JUST THE FACTS, JACK

The Bible,
Written 787 A.D.

Bible thumpers
Listen up

Christianity is not based on the Bible
Rather,
The Bible is based on Christianity

The Word was not written
Rather,
The Word was living

Fundamentalists are not fundamental
Rather,
They are quite liberal

Socialist are not atheists
Rather,
Capitalists are Godless

Christ invented socialism
Marx invented communism
You Dumbasses!

The Communist Manifesto,
Written 1848 A.D.


*The Bible, by the Council of Nicaea
*The Communist Manifesto, by Karl Marx

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Jennifer Michael McCurry
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K...love it. Love it..love it....thank you.
A snugglebuck to you...

Trixareforkids
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snugglebuck said:http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/JC1.jpg

JUST THE FACTS, JACK

(snip)

You Dumbasses!

The Bible, by the Council of Nicaea
The Communist Manifesto, by Karl Marx


The title and the last line need to be the titles of your two chosen books.
I like the sentiment expressed though

snugglebuck
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Trixareforkids said:

The title and the last line need to be the titles of your two chosen books.
I like the sentiment expressed though


Thanks for pointing that out.  

Nothing a little editing won't fix.

Trixareforkids
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Editing, the bane and savior of every writer :D

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Jennifer Michael McCurry
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These thumbs were made for walkin...

"Even cowgirls get the blues."
And my tears have mapped muddy trails on dusty cheeks..
As misery and weeks turned years..

But i was given the gift of destination..
Thumbs that were made big and supple..
They twirl and glide through the air
A hitch hikers ballet..
They dance my way down the highway
And beyond my birthright of a claptrap
Dump and men that touch parts
But never my heart...

So I giddy up on down the road..
In random cars with random men
All hornytoads and reach..
But i decline to feel their touch
They leave no moss on my rolling stone..
Eyes glaze and nothing but my thoughts move...
Let them feel
Their touch ain real...
As long as i roll on from that place that was never a home..

I exit another salesmens stationwagon
And boots land in a dusty cloud on a ghost town's
Main street

Old lady, her years and grace etched by
The labyrinth of wrinkles on her smiling
Face..
She holds indian summer in her lap
Like a cat...

A Ranch Miss...I am looking for a ranch?
And before i go on she points south..
Says honey you just go on now..
Dem gals is sumthin else..
A bunch of lesbians! Ha!
Wish they'd been there when i was much younger than now...
And laughs again
I kiss her right smack on her grin..
And as i start to walk away
She looks with tears in smiling eyes
And waves..
Then goes back to indian summer
Petting it soft
Hoping in it's contentment purrr it just might
Decide
To stay...

I tread on...
Down my road to this dusty femme paradise
And reach rusty gates and a plump lil cowgal...
Brown skinned in cowboy boots
A tank top that valliently fought to hold in
Two of the fullest most succulent titties..
I had ever had the pleasure to descry..
That tank should have gotten a medal..
As well her beat up denim shorts
That held tight an ass
Just busting full of swing and shake..


And after our pleasantry exchange and warm, i smile, very warm hug tight against her two girls that i would think about later that night..
I was taken in to their fold of wild women and their range...

Bonanza Jellybean was her name..
And late that night
She crept into my bed, told me she'd like a gander at my spectacular thumbs
She stroked their length as i told her
How they took me away..
And she said...took me to her...
We made love with our cowboy boots on...

I stayed a good while..
But would never be the kind to stay forever..
I held Bonanza tight as i gave her the news..
She cried
And i cried too...
I tenderly wiped her muddy trail tears away..said..I love you tight as that denim holds your sweet ass doll...
I promise these thumbs will hitch me back to you...
But you cannot escape the fact that
"Even Cowgirls get the blues."

Even Cowgirls get the Blues
Tom Robbins

Trixareforkids
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On a site full of writers, were are all the book lovers?

Grab a couple titles and shove some good stuff in between 'em y'all


Stardance*

We lead and follow
push and pull
twine ourselves
as we slide and glide
through the pinpricks
we've poked
in the ceilings we stare at
as we dare to dance
on a beam of light**


*Spider & Jeanne Robinson, Stardance
**Gene Brewer, On a Beam of Light


An Exchange of Gifts*

I kept my hair and
you still have the time
though I could wish
it was otherwise
that having given
all that we had
all that we were
would have brought us
some comfort
some joy
but the only wish
I have left for us
is that we both
somehow make
our way back to
the paths not taken**


*Anne McCaffrey, An Exchange of Gifts
**Simon R. Green, Paths Not Taken

JohnnyBlaze
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The Shining

is what Dick Halloran's mother called the gift
inherited more so than graciously received
in any act of giving
wasn't just about being psychic in the head
fetching glimpses or hearing voices
broadcast from the past

more like interacting with the dead
in their continued living
never
checking
out
The Overlook Hotel
a rather enormous book unto itself
illustrated with scary pictures that bite
teeth serrated
lips pursed with lies

best to leave it on the library shelf
similar to a Seattle manor I knew
known as Rose Red to a few
who underestimated its indeterminate size
in a story that grew by the hour

The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer





The Shining by Stephen King
The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer : My Life at Rose Red by Ridly Pearson



p.s.

I
like
big
books!
No, I cannot lie
I even like them in the hands of a guy
When I see an iddy biddy girl
draggin heavy book bag in
I
get
real
hard!
in my pants when it comes to romance
like the kind between Stu and Fran
in Stephen King's The Stand
I just don't stand a chance
Reading
it
right
now!
but I can't put it down
cuz it's my "hard cover" edition
holding it in front of my crotch right now
so Trix can't see
I
popped
a
boner


Trixareforkids
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Forum Posts: 2597

JohnnyBlaze said:
p.s.

I
like
big
books!
No, I cannot lie
I even like them in the hands of a guy
When I see an iddy biddy girl
draggin heavy book bag in
I
get
real
hard!
in my pants when it comes to romance
like the kind between Stu and Fran
in Stephen King's The Stand
I just don't stand a chance
Reading
it
right
now!
but I can't put it down
cuz it's my "hard cover" edition
holding it in front of my crotch right now
so Trix can't see
I
popped
a
boner



Thank you Sir Blaze for that outing with the King and a post script to make a book worm swoon, ok maybe it was snortling laughter.

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Jennifer Michael McCurry
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JohnnyBlaze said:The Shining

is what Dick Halloran's mother called the gift
inherited more so than graciously received
in any act of giving

wasn't just about being psychic in the head
fetching glimpses or hearing voices
broadcast from the past

more like interacting with the dead
in their continued living

never truly having
checked out of the Overlook Hotel
a rather enormous book unto itself
illustrated with pictures that bite
teeth serrated
lips pursed with lies

best to leave it on the shelf
similar to a Seattle manor I knew
known as Rose Red to a few
who survived its indeterminate size
in a story that grew by the hour

The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer





The Shining by Stephen King
The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer : My Life at Rose Red by Ridly Pearson



p.s.

I
like
big
books!
No, I cannot lie
I even like them in the hands of a guy
When I see an iddy biddy girl
draggin heavy book bag in
I
get
real
hard!
in my pants when it comes to romance
like the kind between Stu and Fran
in Stephen King's The Stand
I just don't stand a chance
Reading
it
right
now!
but I can't put it down
cuz it's my "hard cover" edition
holding it in front of my crotch right now
so Trix can't see
I
popped
a
boner



Lmao!...Blaze...I thought about it...but left the job to a buggery pirate...i have a friggin portrait i did of Johnny in lashes and braids...its awesome...did it for me mum and niece...but you can have it!
I like big books and i cannot lie...lol fuck...
Great piece btw....

Trixareforkids
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Forum Posts: 2597

Shout out to all the book lovers, 3 days left to combine your passions...

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