Open Poetry #23 |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
The redheaded coed in the second seat sat falling asleep nodding her head while the grad student droned. Out in the hall a janitor swept then leaned on his broom transmorgifying himself. Four blocks away at a sidewalk cafe cold acid rain fell defoliating trees emitting no sense. (sp.) scents. They say blondes (natural) will be extinct within two hundred years. The tenured professor alone at a table at the sidewalk cafe sipped his expresso just coffee with cream. An hour had passed in just fifty minutes. The tenured professor rose from his seat and started to walk no shoes on his feet away from the college where he'd never teach. The grad student's drone immediately stopped as if time had halted he walked out the door past Janus faced (maintenance) engineer who started to sweep transmutating himself. The janitor swept as the grad student ran as he took off his shoes in search of the professor (tenured) who was lost in himself while the redheaded coed in the second seat slept enrolled in the class three credits pass/fail. She past. (sp.) passed. |
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Larry C![]()
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Tim, Quirky and fun! I loved it. ![]() If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Tim You are a very talented nut!! ![]() |
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Nightshade![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Well done Tim. Thanks for the chuckles. Chris ![]() Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
LOL!!! This is very clever .... if the redhead had been a male, I would have thought you were writing about my son!!! Marti Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
Hey, I like this. Love quirky stories, and what better place to find them? Nice one. S Arthur |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You brought this home. My father was a janitor in the highschool that I attended. He would often find himself coming for the afternoon shift just a bit early, in order to catch the quiet talks between that student who didn't catch on earlier in the day to the teacher's lecture... a man with a sixth grade education would sometimes quietly sweep up not only the dust, but the instructor's words... this may have been quirky for some, but for me, it was a wondrous read... thank you, Sir.... |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
No more blondes!!! We have to do something about this! Enjoyed |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
No more blondes?...no matter..I have a passion for redheads...with greeneyes and brightly painted toe nails...I think I missed the point of this poem...I was distracted...*S* ...believe what your heart feels... [This message has been edited by scorpio (10-22-2002 01:23 PM).] |
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