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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Allegedly about Susan Caldwell I am riding with some kids in a wind-up car. A woman is driving this amazing car, and the kids are continually turning the crank for power. We get to our destination. Now Where else would one want to go to than to one's destination? What other place is even worth going to, anyway? We stop and I ask about the crank car. Never hear of crank cars? That's because crank mechanics get more publicity. But this is, indeed a crank up car. When the crank is wound up for power, the car can be driven until it runs down; then it can be wound up again if needed. The car can be driven by muscle human power because it is made of very light-weight composite materials. The woman tries to park the car but has to just get out and push it, like a grocery cart, because she can not drive and turn the crank at the same time. I am in a Mexican hotel room. Now what is a Mexican hotel room? Well, it's like any other hotel room, only Mexican. The Mexican bell hop is telling me, in Spanish, where each piece of furniture is as I am touching it. Like sighted people have a tendency to do. Now what is a Mexican bell hop? Well, he's like a normal bell hop, only Mexican. He shows me the love chair, which is two rickety plastic chairs that are wedged between the two beds. The beds can not be used for anything but sleeping, because the other guests always complain about the noise, the entreaties, gasps and giggles of delight  That is, guests may not do the Rumba, not in bed I am at a Mexican radio station. Now what is a Mexican radio station? Well, it's like a normal radio station, only Mexican. I tell them I am troubled by a matter of the heart, and in Mexico, matters of the heart can mean but one thing. Then I play the role of the talk show hostess and give myself the very advice I sought. I am in the apartment. I hold a walkie talkie that was used to get in touch with Susan Caldwell. I want to meet her; I have never even heard her voice. so I press the button and say: Susan? ... Susan? ... Finally I hear a very faint: ... Susan ... But it isn't her. It is somebody else, some other Susan. It is the wrong Susan. Why? Friendship is for Life, if not Forever. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
cause we're evvvverywhere  enjoyed the read |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
lol@Sue-sea! If this is dream-inspired poetry, then what I normally suggest to someone who wants dream interpretation is to figure out what the main perplexity represents to them personally. The subsconscious speaks a decidedly personal language. (I once dreamt that um, someone I knew who wore wigs, was talking to me in my dream as her wig was spinning wildly on her head. She was apparently unaware.) It dawned on me later, she'd "flipped her wig"...  That's how that stuff works. *hugs* It's fun and quite a relief to know that our sense of humor has a sense of humor. *chuckling* Enjoyed our Susan C., allegedly or not. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Because this is how dreams are, m'friend. And I wonder why I have dreams that are all about water, and blue, skies and eyes, and blue... sometimes we are really not supposed to understand our dreams, except that what we remember of them sometimes turn into poems or novels... or truth. Very good, Jaime! |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Allegedly About Susan Caldwell - pipTalk Forums table with 7 columns and 4 rows How to Join Member's Area Private Library Search Today's Topics p Login Main Forums Discussion Tech Talk Mature Content Archives Nav Win Main Forums Open Poetry #43 Allegedly About Susan Caldwell 1 2 3 US_WorldsBest_468x60_30k_1L frame US_WorldsBest_468x60_30k_1L frame end table end Moderated by: Balladeer, Michael, Denise, Greeneyes (Admins ) table with 5 columns and 4 rows User Options Format for Better Printing EMail to a Friend Create a Greeting Card with this Poem Admin Send ECard table end Click to visit the main Passions site! Allegedly About Susan Caldwell Post A Reply Post New Topic Go to the Next Oldest/Previous Topic Return to Topic Page Go to the Next Newest Topic Jaime Fradera Senior Member since 11-25-2000 Posts 514 Reading my name on the glass o 0 posted 08-12-2008 07:46 PM View Profile for Jaime Fradera Email Jaime Fradera Edit/Delete Message Find Poems Click to Submit your Poem to Passions View IP for Jaime Fradera Report Inappropriate content? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Allegedly about Susan Caldwell I am riding with some kids in a wind-up car. A woman is driving this amazing car, and the kids are continually turning the crank for power. We get to our destination. Now Where else would one want to go to than to one's destination? What other place is even worth going to, anyway? We stop and I ask about the crank car. Never hear of crank cars? That's because crank mechanics get more publicity. But this is, indeed a crank up car. When the crank is wound up for power, the car can be driven until it runs down; then it can be wound up again if needed. The car can be driven by muscle human power because it is made of very light-weight composite materials. The woman tries to park the car but has to just get out and push it, like a grocery cart, because she can not drive and turn the crank at the same time. I am in a Mexican hotel room. Now what is a Mexican hotel room? Well, it's like any other hotel room, only Mexican. The Mexican bell hop is telling me, in Spanish, where each piece of furniture is as I am touching it. Like sighted people have a tendency to do. Now what is a Mexican bell hop? Well, he's like a normal bell hop, only Mexican. He shows me the love chair, which is two rickety plastic chairs that are wedged between the two beds. The beds can not be used for anything but sleeping, because the other guests always complain about the noise, the entreaties, gasps and giggles of delight That is, guests may not do the Rumba, not in bed I am at a Mexican radio station. Now what is a Mexican radio station? Well, it's like a normal radio station, only Mexican. I tell them I am troubled by a matter of the heart, and in Mexico, matters of the heart can mean but one thing. Then I play the role of the talk show hostess and give myself the very advice I sought. I am in the apartment. I hold a walkie talkie that was used to get in touch with Susan Caldwell. I want to meet her; I have never even heard her voice. so I press the button and say: Susan? ... Susan? ... Finally I hear a very faint: ... Susan ... But it isn't her. It is somebody else, some other Susan. It is the wrong Susan. Why? Friendship is for Life, if not Forever. © Copyright 2008 The Southern Cross - All Rights Reserved SEA Deputy Moderator 10 Tours Deputy Moderator 5 Tours Moderator Member Seraphic since 01-18-2000 Posts 22320 with you 1 posted 08-12-2008 09:07 PM View Profile for SEA Email SEA Edit/Delete Message Find Poems View IP for SEA Report Inappropriate content? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- cause we're evvvverywhere enjoyed the read serenity blaze Member Empyrean since 02-02-2000 Posts 25811 2 posted 08-12-2008 09:13 PM View Profile for serenity blaze Email serenity blaze Edit/Delete Message Find Poems View IP for serenity blaze Report Inappropriate content? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lol@Sue-sea! If this is dream-inspired poetry, then what I normally suggest to someone who wants dream interpretation is to figure out what the main perplexity represents to them personally. The subsconscious speaks a decidedly personal language. (I once dreamt that um, someone I knew who wore wigs, was talking to me in my dream as her wig was spinning wildly on her head. She was apparently unaware.) It dawned on me later, she'd "flipped her wig"... That's how that stuff works. *hugs* It's fun and quite a relief to know that our sense of humor has a sense of humor. *chuckling* Enjoyed our Susan C., allegedly or not. Sunshine Administrator Member Caelestus since 06-25-99 Posts 62294 Listening to every heart 3 posted 08-12-2008 11:34 PM View Profile for Sunshine Email Sunshine Edit/Delete Message Find Poems Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page View IP for Sunshine Report Inappropriate content? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because this is how dreams are, m'friend. And I wonder why I have dreams that are all about water, and blue, skies and eyes, and blue... sometimes we are really not supposed to understand our dreams, except that what we remember of them sometimes turn into poems or novels... or truth. Very good, Jaime! Jaime Fradera will be notified of replies Post A Reply Post New Topic Go to the Next Oldest/Previous Topic Return to Topic Page Go to the Next Newest Topic images/bbleft All times are ET (US) Top table with 4 columns and 4 rows User Options images/navwin >> Main Forums >> Open Poetry #43 >> Allegedly About Susan Caldwell Format for Better Printing EMail to a Friend Create a Greeting Card with this Poem Send ECard table end Passions in Poetry | pipTalk Home Page | Main Poetry Forums | Contact Us How to Join | Member's Area / Help | Private Library | Search | Today's Topics | Login Discussion | Tech Talk | Archives | Sanctuary © Passions in Poetry and netpoets.com 1998-2008 All Poetry and Prose is copyrighted by the individual authors Site Meter main/forumdisplay frame main/forumdisplay frame end Friendship is for Life, if not Forever. |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
ah Susan Caldwell I adore Susan Caldwell (((Susan Caldwell))) |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Here a Susan. There a Susan. Every where there is a Susan ~ and I never met one I didn't like! So, it doesn't really matter which Susan you got! lol Hugs to you, Jaime! Linda |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
*cough* I never saw this... I have the walkie talkie... "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
Halarious write! (enjoyed the comments, too!) Enjoyed! Janette always seeking joy, adventure and romance and wishing you find the same |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
**giggles** ARCTIC WIND |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I talk to my Lazy Susan...does that count?  |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
come in Susan, comin, com in, do you read me do you read do you copy over and over turn over ... Balladeer: As long as she doesn't answer it should be okay. J |
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Dark Star Member
since 2008-02-20
Posts 392Lost in your eyes |
jamie, that made my day )muahhh |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Jaime, I did tell you where you could get a hold of me... "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
Yes! Don't need no walkie talkie no more! Friendship is for Life, if not Forever. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
dreaming of susan is a good thing cause she is a dream come true |
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