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Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
(note these places do exist in Sturgis, South Dakota! I've got my leather vest and biker babe hot pants to prove it!) On a quiet Saturday morning, the Passions Poetic Tour Bus pulled onto Main Street, Sturgis, South Dakota. Ron, at the wheel of the RV, pulled into the Exxon Station and asked directions to a campsite. For obvious reasons (and because all the men still wore their kilts) he chose the “Bear Butte Creek” campground. The group consisted of nearly every PiP poet by now; many met the troop as they left Vegas and others joined in on the road to Sturgis. Balladeer and Doreen, for some strange reason, remained in Vegas playing pool (could be the blue color of the chalk matched the Passions Blue Logo!) Ron pulled the RV close to the community shower so the smell of the alternative fuel could be washed off the weary drivers. About noon, when all were clean they again piled into the RV and accompanying vehicles and drove into town to kick up a little poetic dust! There was the Pamida Pharmacy and the Grocery Mart. Mike and Chris started whining that they were hungry so they pulled up to the best eating place in town “the Road Kill Café”….the interior was cool and inviting and there was a stage all set up for entertainment! The waitress told them the Beatnix Coffee House would open in a couple of hours and it was a much better place (imagine that! Do you think she wanted to get rid of us? Poets in Kilts and the women who loved them!) Rainbow Girl, Pepper, Ruth, Nan and Marge decided they had to do their rendition of ‘Feelings’ so they hopped on the stage and began to sing. Five minutes later, all the customers but the Poets had left the building. *Special note to remember: never put PdV in front of an open mike…it’s dangerous! Well, I got up on the stage and began to tell the tale of our journey so far….the others were eating chicken fried steak and lasagna and pork chops and laughing so hard their toothpicks went flying. So I challenged them all! Get up here and recite your favorite poem! Something funny! And don’t make it too long or we’ll boo you off the stage! So…then next poet said: |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
*After hearing the...version of Feelings, and nearly choking on his Shiner Bach, he finishes off the rest of his steak, stands, adjusts his kilt and walks to the stage, blushing slightly. Bowing deeply to Sharon, he takes another pull of Shiner, sets the bottle on a nearby stool, and goes to the mike.* This one's entitled 'The Dreaded Girdle'...it's one I wrote while in the SCA. *He clears his throat and begins to sing* Over every land and sea, I have walked a plenty; And despite my misadventures, I was ever brave. Yes, over every land and sea I have walked a plenty; And searched and searched for the proof of my early grave. In my early days, I searched for my Rose-Marie. I knew that I had to start before I lost my sight; That very day I did set out to cross the Northern Sea, Fingers longing to caress her skin so soft and white. Over every land and sea, I have walked a plenty; And despite my misadventures, I was ever brave. Yes, over every land and sea I have walked a plenty, And searched and searched for the proof of my early grave. I remember when we danced in the vernal wood, Daisied hair and stormy eye, scarlet was her kirtle. We danced until the moon and stars rose over Holyrood, And in the vernal wood I found, she wore an iron girdle. Over every land and sea, I have walked a plenty; And despite my misadventures, I was ever brave. Yes, over every land and sea I have walked a plenty, And searched and searched for the proof of my early grave. At this new discovery I lost my loving spirit, With my hopes and all my dreams dashed upon her girdle. I...*He looks down to his kilt, tugs it, then glances up* felt my passion dim and fade; her side I soon did quit. Her skin once was soft as milk, but now that milk has curdled. Over every land and sea, I did walked a plenty; And despite my misadventures, I was never brave. Yes, over every land and sea I did walked a plenty, And searched and searched then finally found proof of my early grave. Thank you. *He steps back from the mike, blushing slightly, takes his Shiner, and heads off the stage back to his table* |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
*Hm..(PdV thinking to herself)..it's odd that he would bow with his back to me....but then I got to see not only the family quilt but the family jewels! Bravo!! Bravo!! (Taking the mike)...ok lads and lassies, gather round I'll tell a tale of a Scotman and his kilt: "He came striding into to Sturgis town Kilt waving in the breeze took one look at his sweet face and at his bony knees (not bonny!) I heard the distanct echo bagpipes upon the hill Oh, no! It's the pork It' making me quite ill!" |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
The funniest of all was that loose moose waiting for Nan I never saw one quite so intrigued with a snoring woman he actually caused a traffic jam in the middle of Vegas never known it was Nan as she just swept away Vegas so Ali went out to use his charming nature on the moose and it came at him real slow and gave him a wild goose. |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Ooopss....sorry about that...must've been those beans again... *He stands and gets another Shiner, back of his kilt flapping in a private breeze* Hehehe..yawp Gloria...um..still got it somewhere... *As she makes her way back to her seat, he gives her a wild goose* [This message has been edited by Alicat (edited 04-15-2000).] |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
*PdV looks at the window..outside is a moose with a lovesick look on his face! She grabs the mike... Marty the lovesick moose wanted to give Nan a goose but she took one gander and Marty's 'behinder' and opted for Rons caboose! [This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 04-15-2000).] |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Oh my, that man is choking at the oval I must go give him the Hemlock removal anyone here know how to do carpal tunnel it might help if someone can fetch a funnel. |
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Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Who chokes upon their meat in here! Forsooth, me thinks it's deer Oh, no it cannot be that for 'deer isn't here! |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Everyone get down on the floor the tiny endorphins are here they are taking possession of our minds as we drink beer and all those other concoctions that shades our moral sense I know what they look like they're little purple guys with tents. |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
No worry deVine one he died something did fail as I so tried they're just playing with him he was a regular named Tim |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
After drinking the lager Forsaking the water I stumble and stagger Right down to the floor The sawdust is dusty The ladies are musky My kilt is a liltly The body wants more But not shall I pander As thought do meander To scenes course and grander... There's moose in the door... |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Psst! I think Lost Dreamer is *seeing things*.... |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I've seen it all I can tellya Moosehead, Red Dog and Ale Lost Dreamer's seein' aliens And we're all seein' Ali's tail! |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Lost Dreamer's eyes have twenty twenty she sees many things some is too plenty now deVine sees Ali's tail I think she erred that's part of the moose horn that's still bared |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Christopher and Michael stumble, laughing to the stage not drunk on the spirits but from being released from the RV cage! They joyously sing an ode to beans and musical toots clapping hands, slapping thighs keeping time with Cowboy boots The women are a 'swoonin to see such handsome guys they can't seem to carry a tune but they're 'in sinc' in these girls' eyes! |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Oh love o' mine, darlin' dear, (not Deer,) why is it Michael, and not you with me... up here? (belch) Sharon!!! Tell Mike to quit grabbing my butt! I think that girl over there likes me, but Mike's scaring her away!!! |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Pssssstttt...Chris...dat ain't no ordinary girlie ya's lookin at....dat one by the counter o'er dere? Dat dere is Beula da Barmaid...wit arms bigg'r'n yer thighs...'course..dat ain't sayin much, but ah digress....and dem's not clothes an leathers she's a-warin...dem's tattoos..... |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
*Beula asked me to reply for her as she is so innocent and shy! My mother named me Beula though my father wanted Bud seems they never agreed at all Ma called Dad a dud I lived in Sturgis all my life Or at least that I remember And nights I work the bar At least from May to September I’ve seen the bikers come and go The TV crews and such But till these poets came to town Never seen a guy I liked so much He was tall and skinny Could take him with one arm His smile was just amazing! Could charm the pigs right off the farm! And that cute little earring There in his darling ear I just can’t wait to hear him Call me “Beula dear”! I plan to woo him with my words If I could find some to say If that don’t work, I’ll tie him up Just so’s he don’t get away! |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
And there you have it folks...straight from the lips of Beula the Barmaid. Please tune in for more of this interesting turn of events as well as film at eleven. Now back to our regularly scheduled program. Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream. Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well it looks as if I've lumbered into where they now all slumber each wine glass drunk, each beer glass drained, and there're some other unrecognizable stains... Sunshine is still along for the ride albeit now it looks to be on the mild side, so quietly she roams about town Sturgis, that is, and nary a circus clown. Keeper of the flame, is Sunshine here, and when the poets awaken, they'll be in true form, never fear, but I cannot await them, for away I must be, truth be known, however, I'll look back in for more poetry... Sunshine Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Why is everyone always pickin' on me? grabbing Mike... taking Mike... oh...er... you all mean microphone... sorry.... |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
OH..you mean I'm not supposed to grab that? LOL....scuse me..... |
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Poet deVine
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Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
A biker babe walked into the bar dressed completely in black leather black hair flowed down to her waist behind her ear was an eagle feather She looked like a body builder who worked out ten hours a day And as she walked among the poets Her hips began to sway She spied one poet on the stage Michael Anderson of passions fame She quickly sent him a note "Raven is my name" "Come ride with me upon my bike I'll take you near and far so come on sweetie, leave your friends let's blow this honky tonk bar!" Michael quickly shook his head no but Raven would have none of that She picked him up upon her back and tossed him over her head like a hat Michael screamed and pleaded for help from his poetic pals but the men were laughing too hard so he appealed to the poetic gals The ladies gathered by the door Stood linking arms to form a wall The biker chick was so confused She let poor Michael fall The scuffle became quite nasty arms flailing and yanking hair The biker babe crawled out the door vowing never to return there! |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Yeah, that biker babe named Raven Came strutting through the door Chains jingling as she walked Showing tattoos galore Then she spied our Mike a sittin there And slid to him a note When he refused she slung him over Her shoulder, like a tote Well...needless to say our ladies Formed up to block her way They weren't gonna let Raven Have a roll with Mike in the hay Although upon reflection, we never asked how Michael felt about being denied...but I digress... Nanners spouted rhetoric, on her manners Since Raven was giving much sass So Sharon snuck up behind her And kicked poor Raven's bass Honest..she had a tattoo of a fish.... Oh the sawdust flew in that melee With screeches to give cats fright And when the sawdust settled Raven weren't a purty sight She quickly slunk out the door Sans Mike, sans dignity And left all us crazy kooks To drinkin...and bad poetry Alicat, the Kilted Persnikitty, kilt to be removed only upon special request.  [This message has been edited by Alicat (edited 04-19-2000).] |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Next thing you know police are pouring in the Raven dame didn't like the cards dealt said she was mistreated by some women the police were looking kind of interested. I watched as they lined up all the women, as one officer touched deVine's shoulder Ali stood up and came over from the bar, "Excuse me officer can I see your badge?" "Sir, I think you best find your seat again." "Sorry officer I'm aware of your deception." "I'm afraid you are mistaken Mr. Catman." "No mistake here, I'm barely ever wrong." "Look buddy my ears are starting to burn." "My you are right (as he grabs water jug) is that better now, I never saw ears burn?" Meanwhile all the officers are congregated around Ali and the officer with burning ears, so the ladies make they're run for the door but there's Raven standing there bouncing. What will they do now, where are the guy's? |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
To this day, I'm still banned from Sturgis.  j/k |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
LOL @ you, alicat! sorry i missed it but i got stuck in vegas.... |
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Dopey Dope
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since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
and as all this goes on......Javier the island boy sips a dacari on a sunny beach somewhere in Puerto Rico.  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
As to whether Michael would have preferred to leave with the lovely Ms Raven ... I dunno -- did she have nice armpits..? LOL Linda |
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