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True Spit, for the hell of it!

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Corinne
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state of confusion


0 posted 06-09-2000 02:49 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Corinne

Spent a month of Sundays,

as far from football as I could get,
no chuches of whom Saul did beget,
no fishin', no sturgeon with gill slit,
but laying about, as time did permit,
just chewin' tabaccy, stuff of true spit.

Down by the lake, just coolin' it,
drinkin' Southern Comfort, call me unfit,
and workin' on that old juicy bit,
chewin' that stuff of true spit.

Don't call me home, I can't handle it,
ain't got none of that real true grit.

Corinne



[This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 06-09-2000).]
© Copyright 2000 Corinne - All Rights Reserved
brian madden
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ireland


1 posted 06-09-2000 04:01 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

I don't know what grit tastes like but you make it sound like wonderful fun still I don't care much for tabaccy in any form. Southern comfort or any form of whiskey is a different story,

the kiss of whiskey on my lips is sweet.
In its warm embrace I am complete,
drown my cares in sweet taste
feel life gently fade and waste.
Whiskey, whiskey in a glass
false bliss that never lasts.

well there is my effort, paled into comparsion by your wonderful poem.

really enjoyed reading it.
  

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Corinne
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state of confusion


2 posted 06-09-2000 05:59 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Thank you, Brian, I love poetic responses and your is awesome, a romantic slant it has!

Corinne
Sudhir Iyer
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since 04-26-2000
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Mumbai, India : now in Belgium


3 posted 06-09-2000 06:09 PM       View Profile for Sudhir Iyer   Email Sudhir Iyer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sudhir Iyer

Spirits galore, vodka and gin,
I sip with lemonade, a wide grin,
Smiling my wretched face to oblivion,
Distant figures, knock this head in union,
Surrogate father of intoxication, true,
I never could know what and how they brew,
Chewing a bit of tobacco, the doorman grew old,
Tales aplenty of drunks and drinks he told.

Whiskey, Chivas, Jonnie Walker, rare,
Wine, from the french champagne, white,
Beer, they have from belgium, germany, fair,
and blond ones too, makes a tee-toataller tight
Living upto expectations of his clan's stare,
Bosses ask for more, in shallow respect, not so bright,
They live without no mercy nor care,
Families booze destroy, lose life's fight...

..............

Corinne, I dunno whats happening, maybe I am spaced out or something....writing is so cool these days, like Heiniken and Buds ale

regards, sudhir


 My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out
I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt
All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself,
Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf
Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight,
Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright
My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor
Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore
Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night,
Still there are the questions, no answers in sight
Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight,
Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright
Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor,
Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door...
You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange
You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange

~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream)




[This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 06-09-2000).]
Martie
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4 posted 06-09-2000 06:10 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Corinne--you managed to take a.... uh hummm, slightly distasteful subject and turn it into a smile...how did you do that?  Loved it!
Parker
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... the old black rum


5 posted 06-09-2000 10:15 PM       View Profile for Parker   Email Parker   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Parker's Home Page   View IP for Parker

Hey, Core what proof does that tabaccy come in, gotta get me some. youser.....lol

Parker
Corinne
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since 10-28-1999
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state of confusion


6 posted 06-09-2000 10:34 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Sudhir, you're on a roll, hon! Keep 'em coming! I like your poetic responses!

Thanks, Martie, just havin' sum fun, ya know?

Parker, well, it's a homemade concoction, ya see...you take a bit of this and mix it with a pinch of that, and ...

 
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