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0 posted 04-15-2000 08:18 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

(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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*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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*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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3 posted 04-15-2000 08:48 PM       View Profile for Lost Dreamer   Email Lost Dreamer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lost Dreamer

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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4 posted 04-15-2000 08:49 PM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicat

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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*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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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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7 posted 04-15-2000 09:13 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

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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8 posted 04-15-2000 09:17 PM       View Profile for Lost Dreamer   Email Lost Dreamer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lost Dreamer

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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9 posted 04-15-2000 09:22 PM       View Profile for Lost Dreamer   Email Lost Dreamer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lost Dreamer

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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10 posted 04-15-2000 09:25 PM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicat

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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Psst! I think Lost Dreamer is *seeing things*....
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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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13 posted 04-15-2000 09:41 PM       View Profile for Lost Dreamer   Email Lost Dreamer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lost Dreamer

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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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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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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16 posted 04-16-2000 08:19 PM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicat

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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*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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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.

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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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Why is everyone always pickin' on me?
grabbing Mike...  taking Mike...    oh...er...
you all mean microphone...    sorry....
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OH..you mean I'm not supposed to grab that? LOL....scuse me.....
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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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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.    

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24 posted 04-20-2000 11:05 PM       View Profile for Lost Dreamer   Email Lost Dreamer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lost Dreamer

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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