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 on: November 13, 2017, 07:57:49 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Our first cookpot in Virginia
A lidded aluminum bowl
Came from a store selling rice and beans
Empanadas and robusta coffee.

Is that a bodega? I just donít know
No one slept there with diamond lined shoes
Colombians and others came to shop there
The shelves stacked higher than me.

Seems more serious than a seven eleven
Fresh sausages and liver and meats
It was dark and close and full of stuff
An espresso pot got bought next.

Is that a bodega? I just donít know
Iíve seen others that look like crime fronts
Half empty shelves, well more than half
No service, no smile, just chill.

 on: November 13, 2017, 07:42:02 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Theyíre never so nice on the speakerís side
Like backstage behind the set
The edges unfinished, water stains on the shelf
The electronics patched in with raw wires.

Thereís sweat on the palms of most who stand here
Thereíre butterflies in their guts
Itís good that the podium hides their knees
That knock a bit in the lights.

A podium built to hide all that
Look good from the front and thatís it
Hold a glass and pages of speech
Let the palms squeeze on the lip.

The speakerís breath is shuddered in
After the intro thatís partly flubbed
Imagine the audience in their underwear
Then smile and open it up.

Speak from the heart, thatís the advice
When the heart shrinks then really what then?
Speak from the heart and let them all know
The new thing that theyíve never known.

 on: November 13, 2017, 02:24:25 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
She never met the jury.
She never met the judge.
She only met the fury
Of a community with a grudge.

She never had a fair trial.
She never went to court.
She never had a defence
To offer her support.

She was never even told
The true nature of her crime,
But the mob got there way,
So now she serves her time.

Relentless misogyny
Brought her to her knees.
When she raised issues of equality
They spat back at all her pleas.

They say we are progressing,
But just an hour spent online
Can show a society regressing
Back to a much darker time.

 on: November 12, 2017, 12:56:51 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
How do you ever sleep at night
With the weight of what you have done?

How can you continue to lead us down
A path that you know is wrong?

How are you able to descend even further
When you have already stooped so low?

Why do you still insist on leading
When you know that you should go?

Is this some misguided view
Or just a grasp for pure control?

Is this an attempt to salvage the wreckage
Before it takes its toll?

Every day when you look in the mirror
Do you see the beast beneath your face?

Your time of judgement is fast approaching
When you will wallow in your disgrace.

 on: November 11, 2017, 12:49:15 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
It has been a while since I was welcome at our weekly Bodega nights
It has been months since I last saw your face.
I miss the evenings we would spend drinking countless different wines
I regret the way I was cast out in disgrace.
I think of you all most evenings and I hope that you are well
I wish that I could join you all again.
I miss how we would celebrate the joys of our youth
I miss being able to call you all my friends.
But no matter how hard I try, I can never change the past
My actions last forever and I will take it on the chin.
I must accept the consequences for the way that I acted
I must use these sour memories to begin
To try to make a change in the way I live my life.
There is no point living in regret.

I will take stock of my transgressions to become a better man
You can never learn to be better if you choose to just forget.

 on: November 10, 2017, 04:51:35 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
Tears of joy run down his face
He thought he would never see the day
That everything would come together
And he could stand here on display.

Many years of fighting
And more losses than he could count
But all of that is irrelevant
Because today he can finally mount

The podium of podiums
To be crowned champion of all.
He thanks the lord that he has climbed so high
After starting off so small.

 on: November 09, 2017, 10:07:35 PM 
Started by Higgs88 - Last post by Higgs88
Long slow drive, stomach sick after hours of bumping over jagged road. The sun pours in over the mountain, my eyes are no match I cover them. Dirt sticks to my nostrils, black boogers thinning in the high chill air. After we move rocks into a circle my finger spins the lighter mechanism. Flame flickers in little genies, erupting glow finally into the twigs the fragrant smoke fills the senses and I choke, proud of my skill. The smell of sizzling hot dogs hanging onto the prongs for dear life fluffy white sugary mallows I like mine golden brown & turn the stick with excited patience, slight shock of pain as the middle oozes out into my mouth and chin.  The lights float like boats---   

 on: November 09, 2017, 06:36:01 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
Your sparks fly upwards towards the stars
Reflected in my eyes.
Your warmth engulfs me one last time
As I prepare to say goodbye.
I always knew this day was coming
Yet I feel so unprepared.
The thought of turning my back on you
Leaves me sorrowful and scared.
I have sacrificed so much for you,
I have broken many hearts,
I have nearly died for you,
Yet I never want to part.
And so I sit here staring
I have no words to say
I feel the tears run down my cheeks
Yet my eyes refuse to stray.
I will savour every moment
In which you are in my sight
I will stay here until the rising sun
So I donít have to say goodnight.
I have a memento tattooed on my arm
So that I know you are always there
A part of me will always stay
Sat on that Adirondack chair.

 on: November 09, 2017, 06:27:09 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Hereís smoke in your eye as you shift your seat
Move to the shift of the wind
Pop and the sparks rising at you
The wind now follows you.

Itís the dance with the fire, the dance with the wind
Hop over the pile of branches
Itís still getting hot, flames are leaping
Itíll settle as the night fills.

This fire pit gets used quite bit
Here where the river runs past
The cattle drive yearly comes through
And the buffalo hunt before that.

Itís cottonwood and that means some smoke
As the coffee boils in the pot
The stars are so clear in the sky tonight
The cowboy could sing a song.

Itís  a song that they sing when the wind dies
And the smoke rises straight to the stars
And the river murmurs and the horses shift
And the slow world sways with the song.

 on: November 08, 2017, 12:23:28 PM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Waves are the slaves of the wind
Blow in Alaska, do the Eddie Aikau
Forty feet of green glass
With a boardís white flying wake.

Blow in the Aleutians, pound the North Shore
Kam Highway crowded with cars
All parked above Waimea Bay
Surf sounding in crescendos.

They help them out on jet skies
The monster where Eddie would go
The break is huge for giant swells
On the slope of the entire bay.

In summertime, the waterís so clear
The waves tame on the beach
Kids rock jumping twenty foot leaps
The crazy shows even then.

The Aleutian storms clear the beach
Waves wash it all to the stream
The jumping rock is drowned over
The surfers are set to begin.

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