Come on, big boy, what’s it worth to you?
Never mind tease-crinkled eyes
brought about by sailing on a sharp sun
for few decades of decadence done devilishly well.
Give me a run, sailor, I so love the feel
of waves rocking, talking quietly
like womb-talk lulling legacy of love
I was made of. I will sail well, even now.
Put your arms around me, brother.
There is no weakness in this warmth.
I will be your camp-follower
while you wage your many wars.
Everyone needs a shoulder, no matter how frail
between the skirmishes. I am a great flag-bearer.
Let me feed you, off the heated hearth,
crisp-crust bread made by kneading
a whole lot of chaos away. I have churned
real butter for you in my grandmother’s
wooden cask. It is sweet, this, by the fire
as we talk of how the soul rises
through a yeasty yesterday to become fine
feast between the two of us.
I am not for sale, nor barter be won,
nor am I easily taken or given away.
I am home to many and many are my home.
There is always another dish to set
at my table of tomorrows.
I am wild and wise and nasty and nice.
My difference is; I know when to be which.
You want to solve a mystery? Come solve me.
I am water and wine, a bearer and a bringer.
I am a feast and a famine. You will treasure
my friendship like a puzzle to be solved.
In a list
A contest entry
- Become An Advertisement by individuality.
600 points, ended January 29, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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If this is the one you were talking about....you are correct. I am hysterically laughing picturing you with that "come hither look" in your eyes, just daring someone to be brave enough to try and discover all of that which you are
and then some. As a matter of fact, I have to quiet it down, I have insomnia , but the rest of the house is still sleeping. This is a well deserved win. Even though it is funny in its presentation, at the same time (especially the last three lines)speak so well of the mystery of "a real woman". Thanks for the laugh and I hereby declare you "an official nut"
. Thanks for the laugh and keep writing in all genres
reenie
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Oh..I was a self-proclaimed almond joy..and now I am validated...LOL....
Life is sometimes too dang serious and we try to keep oruselves so mature that we miss out on playing from the space of inner child. My inner child had a heck of a time last night. *hugs*
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Well deserved GOLD
Ah, my hat's off to you, dear poet, for this warm-hearted poem enchanted me and made me love you!
Congratulations and know that I am an admirer from here on out. 
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aw, thank you melodies. We ahve had such grat fun tonight, and thank goodness Rob is a brother and can take our bit of fun at his expense. Actually, I would suppose he is enjoying at bit at "lightening up" LOL.
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Well,dam! I can't believe that's all it took to reign you both in.Now where'd you go?
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lolol....I never won my hell's fury contest...and I was so full of it too...lololol...
here I yam.
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lolroflmbooooooo, can't leave you two unattended for a minute.Now can I? You're going to get AP reputations as wild loose Lucy Lues if ya don't fly right! Momma said so!
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Oh geez, now we loose lucies' loos.........is that like really bad toilet mouths? lol
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I hope I dont catch anything after reading all of this.. And you Carol dragging me into this..You know I am such a sweet, innocent little flower who knows nothing of which you speak....
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LMAO even harder now. 
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blinks innocently.....halftimers is such a comfort...did yous ay something? did I say something? who are you? who am I?
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lolrorflmboooooooooooooooooooooo
um, why, what ever do you mean, scarlet?
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good one!
Yeah, yeah!!
Let me sail in you,
Let me ride the deeps,
Eat of your bread and butter,
Sip your wine,
Listen to the words you utter.
And I shall sail in a sea unknown
to far off places
where a cold wind has never blown
and the sun will shine
in our two faces
and you will be mine
for keeps.
And we shall sail in a faster ship
to the rim of a vaster sea
than fortune, fate or companionship
ever were dear to me.
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I gotta one..anyone with a two?
Oh, yes, I gotta bid!
Anyone want to up the auntie….
Errrrrrrrr….. that not sound quite right…..
Anyone want to make higher bids
than sails and riding on the deep,
or eating all my bread and drinking all my wine?
(Though really, I do not mind to share, and that would be quite fine),
I shall be burned and sadly spurned, when no face can he kee
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Dear Shewolf,
Such a splendid poet with a glass of Moet
is good enough for me
and, if the bread is thickly spread
and served in your tipi;
if I am laid 'neath a palm tree's shade
and you beside me here,
who needs a book of verse to look
for paradise to share?
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Dear Sire, it is not wine I require
for I would itch and get a stitch
which would put out your little fire.
But, sun is a temptation!
and to palms and books, I do aspire
Would there be redemption
or merely a little glitch?
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It's worth a hundred hundred poems, just to hold your coat.
To drink the wine that drips from your lofty eaves.
You feed me fried-bread, leavened by your mere touch.
You are wild and wise and nasty and nice and I would trudge vast miles, but to smell the spice.
I have feasted on image, ridden your words to hidden kingdoms, and saught the pebble in your hand.
Bravo!
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{swoons precariously} Dammmnnn...whatta comment!!! Congrats on the golden chalice, my Sister...Gee...why am I not surprised???
Wanda
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what's he gunna do with the bunch of us swooners? Oh, I know, palce a rose in our mouths and play a fandango?
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If we're vewwy, vewwy lucky...mebbe so. Sighhh...Perhaps my next book should be titled, "Swanee Swoons"???
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lolroflmbooooooo tooo funny...I got the craziest image from all this..... lolololollllllllll...
Um, Swanee Swoons and Carol Caves In? oh, oh, and Rob Grows Roses? -
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I have some pretty interestin' visuals goin' on meself. Maybe it oughta be "Rob runs for the hills from the wild women writers....
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Wait, I am old..yer young..youc hase after him and hold him til I get there...lol
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I ain't THAT young, Sweetie...Haven't had to run the gauntlet in a lonnnng time...Never actually had to chase one down, either...They always seemed to move just slow enough... Maybe we can set a trap or somethin'...a gentle one, of course...maybe a shallow hole filled with pillows, comforters & a large mug of chai??? Geez, we're goofy this evenin'...
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wait, I have an idea...let's jsut start a whole vat of chai, the smell ought to draw him ehre and then we can pick his brain to clean slick ivory of his beautiful words and poems. Ya think?
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Ohhh, I dunno...I think we oughta just keep 'im as is...I'd kinda like the Scribe intact, as it were... Actually, I think we oughta just KEEP HIM. PERIOD.
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but, but, he can make more....it oozes outta he bones, methinks.....such pretty words in them there dna of his.
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Crazy talk??? Hell, this is the most sense I've made all day. Yeahhh, he IS like that...oozes outta his pores or somethin'...Heyyy...there's a million dollar idea...we can bottle it. Why not??? They sell Elvis' old deodorant stick & stuff.
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Pherenomes ala Rob? OMG, we gunan make a million..ok, you rest, we will make a plan...I got the little jars....well, they old flu medicine bottles but we can draw stuff on em and then we can seal em with wax and charge a bundle.... eau du rob......need labeling ideas.....
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Hmmm..."Essence of Scribe Supreme"... Have ya got any cool lil' blue or green bottles ~ ya know, the antique~y ones???
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omg, I gotta real idea...we put little cotton swabs on his poems and fold em up and advertise in Oprahs O magazine...and all they hafta do is tear it open and they get a sample product of Potion de Poet.
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You did??? I'm tremblin' with anticipation.
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Well, I got earache bottles but they very old...but,d ang, they already got oil in em...and little sucky tip for easy applciation.... I only got a few though. Those will have to go for very much money....well, we can go on home shopping network and advertise em and give em a deal for the medicine bottle ones...two fer one, maybe...
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Sounds like a plan. Can I be the one to make him sweat??? LMAO
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Wanna audition?
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{falls outta her chair...murmuring "Yessssssss..."}
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Oh chit, now I gunna hafta referee...or run..flight or fight...um...flight!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh chit....can ya keep up to him? Never thought of that...well, we can let his wife in on it, and we can give her a small deal.
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I'd sure give it the ol' college try. Hmmm...a deal with his wife??? Maybe we oughta make sure she ain't gonna kick our butts first.
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Uh oh...we done nuffin...sister, pretend like we dun nuffin....
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It's far tooooo late for me to try to look innocent now...Run!!! LMAO
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damnit..not even, duh devil made us do it gunna cure this one..... I ran at the mouth already..... hee hee
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We're gonna get a rep, ya know. Hell's Bells, we earned this one.
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We need a rep for business
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Funny business.
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Poet du phew
oh geez....nuthnuthr line of product -
well, could be some days he smell kinda funky...so funky business.
wow, we used up the whole page and we got our very own now...
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oh yes there is...we need a rep to manage oru business gf
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well....no room to type now
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Well, lessee, I have some fanny packs and we could turn em backwards and run really really fast....
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Dang, next lifetime, I'ma lookin' fer you! LOL....ty my brother. You are simply such a kind and incredible friend to have.
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Do I detect a hint of May West in this? Ha! "That ,come up and see me sometime" come hither bat of eyelashs all over this piece!And with the allure of Dorothy Lamore to boot! If you are a puzzle.You are no doubt the best.~~Suseann
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Aw, my friend....you are so dear to me. Yes, I am afraid I am all of this and more....My Richard loves me because he enver knows which one I'll be next...lolol...
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now this is more like it, a good piece. i thank you kindly for entering your poetic piece and good luck to you in this contest - spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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thank you, pen friend. I had great fun with this...most of it true, alas....lol... I added my picture now that it is over, just so those who wish to, can see who I really am.
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"Everyone needs a shoulder, no matter how frail
between the skirmishes. I am a great flag-bearer."
You are the BESTEST flag-bearer, my Friend...Whoaaa...what an advertisement...This should be on national billboards everywhere...War would soon cease to hold any allure whatsoever... Grand penning, my Sister of the Sassy Spirit... Good luck in Ian's contest, Sweetie...Dammmnnn, you're a fiesty one, ain'tcha??? I love it!!! Wanda
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shh, I never told em I was feisty..... LOL, dang gf...yer gunna lower their bids.
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excellent
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thank you miss. I had such fun doing this.....
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