Artistic Expression/The Written Word/Speak Your Mind

[Retired_Can_Soldier]

Nothing like a macabre pic or two after a good poem.

 

[In Between Man]

--------------------------------- Ever had one of those days when your just not feeling "into it"? :sad3:

-----------------You feel sorry for yourself and embrace "shame naps" as a way to escape...:sleepy1:

------------------You are grumpy and grumpy is you.....................................:cwm10:

++++++++++++++++ Well step out of your funk by finding a simple pleasure to lift your spirits! :laughing4:

++++++++++++++Read that book that's been calling you!....... :study:

+++Get lost in imagining yourself driving your favorite sports car on an open country road..:iroc:

++++++Make a new friend........:cat:

=====You'll learn how to laugh again............:laughing5:

=======Put the strut back into your step...............:walk:
================Get your mojo back where it belongs.......:happy2:

========================Then you'll be all smiles again!.............:mrgreen:

 

[GreenFish66]

Ahhhhhh!..Look Out!,..Get Down!, ....Save Yourself!....Macabre, and Zombie Slave Drones Everywhere ...!

Ok .. , Get Back Up Now ...

RUUUUNNNNNnnnnnn!

 

[YukonJack]

Artistic expression?

Here is a limerick I wrote for my golfing buddies:

A sweet young golfer named Kelly
Ate ten donuts filled with jelly
She made flub after flub
'cause when she swung her club
It collided with her belly.

 

[GreenFish66]

Artistic expression?

Here is a limerick I wrote for my golfing buddies:

A sweet young golfer named Kelly
Ate ten donuts filled with jelly
She made flub after flub
'cause when she swung her club
It collided with her belly.

Good1 lol

 

[YukonJack]

Good1 lol

Thanks, here is another:

I must admit, with petulance,
My poor golf partner had no chance
When she lined up to putt
I positioned my butt
And spooked her with zesty flatulence.

 

[55Mercury]

My oldest brother, the virologist and self-proclaimed genius, tried to impress me with his talents in an e-mail:

"...Anyway, how'd you like my flu limerick. If you missed it, because you don't know how to text, I'll give it to you again.
It's called "ANGEL OF DEATH"

I once dated an angel named ENZA,
But our affair just wouldn't enda,
When she came to my door,
I yelled, "Get away *****"
And thru my window, in-flu-ENZA

I'm the author, and already my boss has said I should sell this.

Later amigo"

[okay, hands up if you didn't just roll your eyes]

So I made the effort to reply in kind:

There once was a guy from Toronto
with a knack for making rhymes pronto
he thought he was great
a poet laureate
that no one quite really caught onto

But there's much more to the story
for he bedded a witch named Laurie
and on him dawned his fate
while she did him fellate
that he's only a poet Laurie ate!

lol

So... put that in your pipe and smoke it!

:?D

 

[YukonJack]

55Mercury, I would give you a "thumbs up" if not for the first stanza in your post.

A vulgar profanity is a vulgar profanity even it is masked by a bunch of asterisks.

 

[55Mercury]

55Mercury, I would give you a "thumbs up" if not for the first stanza in your post.

A vulgar profanity is a vulgar profanity even it is masked by a bunch of asterisks.

ah well, don't shoot the messenger, eh?

If the synonym (and actual word) for prostitute is profane, then all I can say is profanity is in the eye of the beholder.

btw, I'm not some attention-bleep who's out for anyone's praise.

but if you are then I'll give you 2 thumbs up-yours!

:?P

 

[YukonJack]

55Mercury, while golfing we almost hit some goose. So, the expression "birdie shot" acquired a brand new meaning.

Name bird (however exotic) and I will give you a bird/golf related limerick.

 

[55Mercury]

55Mercury, while golfing we almost hit some goose. So, the expression "birdie shot" acquired a brand new meaning.

Name bird (however exotic) and I will give you a bird/golf related limerick.

Well Yuke, I'd say titmouse but you might think it a vulgar rodent and decline...

You do realize that I didn't write the first limmerick in my initial post in this thread, don't you?

You must also have figured out that you can't say Dick Cheney with the stupid no-no-bot configured the way it is. So just because you see asterisks why do you automatically assume vulgarity?

ETA: Holy sheep! You can say tit and dick here? lol

Shows ya how much I know.

:?D

 

[GreenFish66]

Now this is Some Real Scientifically Creative Space Art..****.5/ 5 Stars

NASA - Burning Nasa - " Burning" ( Gas Droplet Burns In Great Deep Space Art )

 

[GreenFish66]

PalidanMichael X Williams



"If you do not create your own destiny, you will have it inflicted upon you." Wm Irwin Thompson

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Allways good for thoughtfull quotes..

 

[GreenFish66]

Who Makes You , U?

1. You make U.
2. Others Makes you, U..( Family, Friends, Co-Workers, Colleages, Mentors, Enemies....Etc. )
3. Environment/Setting, makes You, U..
4. Genetics, makes You U.
5. Knowing 1-4 .. You make You , U..

Who Makes You, U ?
Ultimately ...You do...
( If You want to. If not .." THEE OTHERS ".. will 4 U

)

What will You become?...What Will become of you ?

..It's Up 2 U ..

 

[In Between Man]

Who Made You (?) God Made U (!!)

1. Yes ! God made U !
2. He thought of You when he planned creation. Yes ! U !
3. Environment (Trees, bees, lakes, spots, sights etc. ).. it's all for you, U !!
4. Genetics, DNA, blood, lungs, skin, eyes, touch, feel, how wonderfully he made you, U !!!
5. Knowing 1-4, your desire to know, desire to sing, desire to ride and be...He put that in you, U !!!

Who KNOWS You (?) God KNOWS U (!!)

Do U (!!) KNOW Him 2 (?) ..

.. What will You become ?...What Will become of you ?

... It's Up 2 U .. (!!) :study:

 

[GreenFish66]

Everything Influences...Originality Stands Alone..

 

[Mowich]

Ron's Story - by me

As an example of how people accept the traditional views of our society without question, I like to recall the story of Ron Whitman. Ron’s story usually brings up strong emotional reactions, all of which are based on unquestioning socially accepted views about death and our bodies.
I met Ron in 1972, when I first moved to Cottonwood, on the Barkerville highway, twenty miles east of Quesnel, B.C. Ron lived at Wingdam, an abandoned mining town farther up the highway. When I first met him, I was annoyed at how fast he talked. Then I noticed there was a strange sort of struggle in his voice. I later learned he had been caught between a loading ramp and a truck, his body being nearly severed in two. Somehow he had been patched back together and he had lived for the past thirty years or so in excruciating pain. He was so happy to be alive that he wasn’t going to let it get him down. He never once mentioned it or complained. His strange manner of speaking was his way of overriding the waves of pain.
Ron lived in a shack with four half-wolf dogs. He told us on several occasions that if he should die, he wanted his dogs to eat him - his last gift to them. On Christmas day, 1973 a group of us planned a large feast near where he lived. A friend, Rick, was supposed to pick Ron up and bring him over. When Rick arrived he informed us that Ron was in the process of fulfilling his last wish - his last Christmas present to his faithful companions.
We all gathered about the banquet table, raised a glass of wine in honour of Ron’s spirit and wished him peace and rest at last. His painful ordeal was over. He died as he wanted to, in his own home, as humble as it was, and he was able to fulfill his last wish. We were all happy for him. What more could a man ask for.
Three days later we informed the authorities. They were not impressed. They were quite upset that we knew of his death all along and to show their dissatisfaction they made sure Ron was also the dogs’ last meal. We all knew this would happen. So did Ron. Nobody could have been able to handle those half wild dogs, especially after they had tasted human flesh. But that was not the point.
It had long occurred to me that funerals were a bizarre and barbaric ritual. Humans are the only species that do not return to the earth what they have taken from it. Stuffing our bodies in hermetically sealed boxes or burning them to ashes prevents us from natural decomposition. All other living things fertilize new growth upon relinquishing their life force. We basically short-circuit the food chain by setting ourselves above it and removing ourselves from it. Ron knew this.

I didn't really understand why I chose to visit this topic let alone read most of the posts until I read your story, then I knew that a higher power had guided me here. My mother died tonight, Cliffy, about three hours ago now. I knew the call was coming - just not the exact hour. Her death was peaceful and in her own bed with her two youngest daughters at her side. I spoke to her last on Sunday. She knew me and told me she loved me. I told her that it was okay to go. That we would all be fine and that all of us girls loved her.

Reading your story about Ron helped me to remember how natural a part of life is death. It was my Mum's time and though the tears fall silently from my eyes as I write this, they are for me -Ma she's with the stars now.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful story, Cliffy.

 

[Cliffy]

I didn't really understand why I chose to visit this topic let alone read most of the posts until I read your story, then I knew that a higher power had guided me here. My mother died tonight, Cliffy, about three hours ago now. I knew the call was coming - just not the exact hour. Her death was peaceful and in her own bed with her two youngest daughters at her side. I spoke to her last on Sunday. She knew me and told me she loved me. I told her that it was okay to go. That we would all be fine and that all of us girls loved her.

Reading your story about Ron helped me to remember how natural a part of life is death. It was my Mum's time and though the tears fall silently from my eyes as I write this, they are for me -Ma she's with the stars now.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful story, Cliffy.

My condolences. Death is always hardest on the living.

 

[GreenFish66]

I didn't really understand why I chose to visit this topic let alone read most of the posts until I read your story, then I knew that a higher power had guided me here. My mother died tonight, Cliffy, about three hours ago now. I knew the call was coming - just not the exact hour. Her death was peaceful and in her own bed with her two youngest daughters at her side. I spoke to her last on Sunday. She knew me and told me she loved me. I told her that it was okay to go. That we would all be fine and that all of us girls loved her.

Reading your story about Ron helped me to remember how natural a part of life is death. It was my Mum's time and though the tears fall silently from my eyes as I write this, they are for me -Ma she's with the stars now.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful story, Cliffy.

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Sincerest thoughts go out to you and yours , now and Forever Forward, into the Future.
Feet on the Ground , Head to the Stars ...
Forgive, must never Forget..
All Bless/God Bless..

Peace....

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[GreenFish66]

" Memories are not dead tokens of the past but powerful forces behind what we believe in the present and imagine about the future " John.J.Ratey.MD...( A Users Guide To The Brain)