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| Open Poetry #21 |
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Libby Lied (Pers. challenge tag game thing) |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn 
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Serenity tags Anvrill. Anvrill challenges wranx to write a poem about each of his Ex-Wives, settles for a few. Here is poem #1 (wife #2) Libby Lied I married Libby somewhere in the 70’s My second, her first She was rascally and long-legged short I had known her for a while and I knew this about her Libby lied Lied about anything for no discernable reason Except perhaps, to amuse herself Sometimes, she would drop a whole litter And when I would bend down to take a close look at one It would lick my face and wag its’ little tail as if to say “but I’m cute” I excused this as part of her “charm” Until one of them would poop on the rug Only to scold it and watch it scamper back to Libby so that she could defend it This is how things went Until, as nature would have it cute and little things seldom stay that way Soon, they would start running to hell and gone, creating mischief everywhere Chasing cats up trees Knocking over trash cans Trampling flower beds And always, Libby would defend them But, it was tolerable Until, One particularly large and clumsy lie Ran off to Atlantic City with our checkbook and an ex-con ~wranx The shortest distance between two points... |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Whoa!!!! Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
 Sorry for being such a brat.Loved the running metaphor! Hm, or is it called a conceit when a metaphor gets that big? Grr, I'm bad with the technical terms. Good write. I apologize again for being a brat.  written in blood before everything went black |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
Dang! Talk about a bad doggie! Nice write though! Krishankins |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Now make Lori do the James Joyce challenge.She said burn ... together. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
I'm gonna hafta ditto the loner on this had me going it did damn fine piece of twisty funny lessons bitter nutshell wry wranx BS. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Ouch!! Quite the story there Wranx. Hope you hid the checkbook from wife number three!! lol You can never win or lose |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I really liked this one too :-) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
*chuckling* You seem to be taking it well. I agree with anvrill, on the metaphor. " Sometimes, she would drop a whole litter And when I would bend down to take a close look at one It would lick my face and wag its’ little tail as if to say “but I’m cute”" Funny? But I feel like I know HER too! I used to sing this to her...er, Black Crowes maybe? "She never mentions the word 'addiction'-- in certain company. She'll tell you she's an orphan-- after you meet her family..." loved this wranx... You DO have some tales to tell, doncha? |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
grinning here wranx.. peraps you should stay away from the "L" names?? noticed this pattern...but waitin for the rest!! take care you!! La tanya...he he Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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