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Most experts know, you can't

MrSmith1 — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 04:33:13 +0000

In reply to Nice collection of pinatas. I

Most experts know, you

can't alphabetize chaos,

but CAN order fries.

Nice collection of pinatas. I

moat — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 00:36:39 +0000

In reply to haikus, lowkus and kus stuck in the middle ...

Nice collection of piñatas. I will take a swing:

Property is theft,

so is it's abolishment.

Pronouns are tricky.

Chaos is not free.

Supplicants gain no favor

praising lucky breaks.

A wind plays the chimes.

How odd it would be to think

the reverse was true.

Thanks. And thanks for

Oxy Mora — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 11:06:39 +0000

In reply to A sublime image. Nicely

Thanks. And thanks for posting your work, it's a real pleasure to read.

A sublime image. Nicely

MrSmith1 — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 06:04:21 +0000

In reply to Jumped from Donal's piece on

A sublime image. Nicely done, Oxy.

"Lost with the Mallards." a

MrSmith1 — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 06:02:13 +0000

In reply to MARVELLOUS! hahahahahah I

"Lost with the Mallards." a short story title if I ever read one. LOL

Jumped from Donal's piece on

Oxy Mora — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 02:26:21 +0000

In reply to haikus, lowkus and kus stuck in the middle ...

Jumped from Donal's piece on the NYT to here, prompting this:

The Sunday paper

A Bloody Mary or two

We were lovers then.

MARVELLOUS! hahahahahah I

Richard Day — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 01:12:07 +0000

In reply to Please save this reply of

MARVELLOUS!

hahahahahah

I always wonder if anyone actually reads my nothingness.

hahahahah

Oh I could give you stories about dining with my in-laws. hahahaha

Oh Smith. I just recalled.

Throughout the summer there was this wild white goose who could not find its defintion-so to speak.

He stuck around the Mallards who would find no objection to his presence.

A month ago the wild white goose disappeared.

We have really white gulls who come from Superior and end up there in the end.

For some reason he ended up lost with the mallards.

He went away.

And I wonder where he went.

The white goose who did not end up among the ordinary geese!

I dunno, I shall use my camera next time.

I missed the moment.

But the white goose shall always remain in my consciousness.

Please save this reply of

MrSmith1 — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 00:59:25 +0000

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Please save this reply of yours. It is both spacial and special and it was a delight for me to read. Thanks for it.

Geese, Mallards, Seagulls,
seldom think beyond right now
Man does nothing but.

Eternity is

a wish not to die made real.

A hope we can't prove.

Of course, it's also

dining with all your in-laws

or waiting for 'news'.

I was commenting recently

Richard Day — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 23:03:50 +0000

In reply to haikus, lowkus and kus stuck in the middle ...

I was commenting recently about eternity.

It is not really eternity.

The proper term should be timelessness.

In timelessness there is no beginning and there is no ending.

The event is simply timeless.

I watched the geese today heading south and having second thoughts mid air as they left the Mallards--for what reason I do not know.

The Sea Gulls who come up here in April on their way to the Great Lakes come back for awhile in October.

Migration appears to be perfect for geese and gulls but there are always a few less educated Mallards who stick around far too long and end up frozen.

I know I am on the precipice of a winter that shall never end.

So I understand the concept of spacialness. I have found myself at places where there seems to be no specialness. ha

When time and space are in sync I become depressed.

Today I actually read a piece where teabaggers are notifying employers that they should not hire anyone until after November 2012.

This just enrages me.

Birds do not enrage me.

The angle of the sun does not enrage me.

But man's inhumanity to man enrages me.

Barry, two years late as far as I am concerned, finally gets us out of an illegal war and the repubs demand we invade Iran.

What is a mother to do?

But the birds and the wind and the ponds and the forests tell me that humanity is just a passing breed that will eventually anihilate itself.

The birds and the wind and the ponds and the forests will endure.

the end

hahahahahah