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05/14/2005 08:17:28 PM · #76 |
There once was this girl, she's called Ayme
Who wrote some good rhymes and drank Bailey's
She pops out the house
To meet Mickey Mouse
And when she comes back, dances gayly
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05/14/2005 08:20:27 PM · #77 |
Originally posted by Artyste:
In England there is a large presence
of blimey ol' photographer peasants
and despite all the rain
good cameras they gain
which they purchase with a good deal of tuppence |
And with all that rain
They have to complain
The weather is continually bad.
For they're fairweather clickers
Not wet weather slickers
What they miss is unbearably sad.
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05/14/2005 08:53:59 PM · #78 |
We're lovers of luminous air.
We're shooters beyond all compare.
We're straight and we're gay
and we all click away
whenever we see something there.
And "there" is wherever we are,
and "when" is a five-pointed star
that bathes us in bright,
so that there's no night.
but only a light from afar
that colors us all with its grace.
We live in a numinous place
called "seeing" and "being";
it's sort of like skiing
at some sort of slow-motion pace,
Where everything stops at the instant we start
crossing the line between vision and art,
and the world stands still
as we focus, until
we click, and we capture each part
Of whatever it is we've been blessed to receive;
and somehow, by shooting, we start to believe
there's more to the "real"
than a tree and a hill,
and more to God's grace than we can perceive.
R.
Message edited by author 2005-05-14 20:59:17.
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05/14/2005 08:54:10 PM · #79 |
Are you here to be a good poet?
If so, you're going to blow it.
Though your destiny,
Is photography,
You're too busy writing to know it.
;-)
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05/14/2005 09:02:45 PM · #80 |
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05/14/2005 09:03:40 PM · #81 |
And while we're all waxing poetic
Our site's on "pilot automatique"
If we keep this up longer
I think I will ponder
Whether I need an emetic!
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05/14/2005 09:03:58 PM · #82 |
Don't provoke, young lads and lasses,
That bear_music guy who wears glasses.
In case you don't know,
The man is a pro,
Who'll poetically kick our asses.
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05/14/2005 09:19:26 PM · #83 |
Originally posted by Konador:
There once was this girl, she's called Ayme
Who wrote some good rhymes and drank Bailey's
She pops out the house
To meet Mickey Mouse
And when she comes back, dances gayly |
There once was a lad named Ben,
Who would chat for hours on end.
He would ask about Mickey,
And my guests who were picky.
But that was long ago back then.
Message edited by author 2005-05-14 21:20:19.
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05/14/2005 09:24:37 PM · #84 |
Here we are having some fun,
Typing lyrics for everyone.
My number of comments are low,
for triangle ya know.
So get yourself commenting when your done.
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05/14/2005 09:29:06 PM · #85 |
A photographer known as Artyste,
Whether sober or completely pissed,
Could put the time in
For limerick rhymin',
And so become a song lyricyste.
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Five grapes and a rubber duck,
The photo that brought me luck:
It ended in tenth position,
But I still continue wishin'
That my other scores didn't suck.
Message edited by author 2005-05-15 08:23:49. |
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05/14/2005 09:33:37 PM · #86 |
X-Rated.............
There once was a man from Racine
Who invented a jack-off machine
On the 39th stroke
The damn thing broke
And caused a most unearthly scream
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05/14/2005 09:40:55 PM · #87 |
There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two.
There was a young man from Verdun.
Then, of course, there's the one about Emperor Nero:
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05/14/2005 09:45:29 PM · #88 |
Originally posted by frychikn:
X-Rated.............
There once was a man from Racine
Who invented a jack-off machine
On the 39th stroke
The damn thing broke
And caused a most unearthly scream |
How come the kooks are always from Wisconsin?? ;-)
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05/14/2005 09:52:20 PM · #89 |
Originally posted by kirbic:
Originally posted by frychikn:
X-Rated.............
There once was a man from Racine
Who invented a jack-off machine
On the 39th stroke
The damn thing broke
And caused a most unearthly scream |
How come the kooks are always from Wisconsin?? ;-) |
Not always, some of them are from Massachussets just off the coast of Cape Cod...... |
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05/14/2005 09:53:12 PM · #90 |
Originally posted by kirbic:
Originally posted by frychikn:
X-Rated.............
There once was a man from Racine
Who invented a jack-off machine
On the 39th stroke
The damn thing broke
And caused a most unearthly scream |
How come the kooks are always from Wisconsin?? ;-) |
Actually most of 'em are from Nantucket, I think; right off my beach, as a matter of fact...
R.
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05/14/2005 09:54:02 PM · #91 |
Originally posted by bear_music:
Originally posted by kirbic:
Originally posted by frychikn:
X-Rated.............
There once was a man from Racine
Who invented a jack-off machine
On the 39th stroke
The damn thing broke
And caused a most unearthly scream |
How come the kooks are always from Wisconsin?? ;-) |
Actually most of 'em are from Nantucket, I think; right off my beach, as a matter of fact...
R. |
Well I'l be a son of a beach!
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05/14/2005 09:54:55 PM · #92 |
And now for a rhyme about Rich,
Whose photography has found a niche.
He takes photos of birds,
Shoots very few turds,
Besides, polishing those would be a bitch! ;o) |
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05/14/2005 09:57:00 PM · #93 |
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05/14/2005 10:01:07 PM · #94 |
Originally posted by kirbic:
[quote=frychikn]
How come the kooks are always from Wisconsin?? ;-) |
I live in Wisconsin, but I'm not FROM here. |
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05/14/2005 10:01:43 PM · #95 |
There once was a musical bear,
Whose dog Karma had silky black hair
She was special indeed!
A one-of-a kind breed,
That had little to no derriere.
Nordlys |
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05/14/2005 10:01:44 PM · #96 |
My sweet and dear buddy named buzzrock
He's not one to follow the flock
He loves Elton and Kenny
And his fiance Suntiki
He takes great pics (and that's not a crock)!
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05/14/2005 10:13:41 PM · #97 |
Je suis une personne comme Bear_Music
Qui aimes le son de la musique,
La danse, les amis et le je sais quoi,
Sont les plaisirs de la vie pour moi.
And should it be that you dont understand,
What I have strived to bring to hand,
Then take the time to try and see
What things like this would mean to me.
There are countless numbers of folks like me
Who speak languages from a different country
We are all so different, but still the same
Since we are all strive to play the game
I love this place and all I have met
And on a good day I would bet
That in my lifetime I shall never greet
A whole community ever as so sweet
The time has now come to pass
Where you can all kiss my ...
For I am summoned by she "who must be obeyed"
And to her,, my response cannot be delayed.
GOTTA GO BEFORE SHE BEATS ME WITH A BIG STICK.
Ray :O)
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05/14/2005 10:16:21 PM · #98 |
I just wrote this one, then saw Nordlys's.
The man of Music called Bear
Had a dog whose back legs weren't there.
The truth be known:
She'd buried a bone,
And climbed out of the hole by the stair. |
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05/14/2005 10:31:39 PM · #99 |
In October, our ClubJuggle treks
50 miles on foot for MS
Your donations are sure
To help find a cure
And I thank you, you guys are the best!
-Terry
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05/14/2005 10:38:04 PM · #100 |
More, more, from bear_music we ask
and I'm sure he is up to the task
give him a pen and a pad
a limerick he'll add
and in his glory we can bask.
(more to come lol)
M
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