Love Poem

“These days do pass
my elvis-clock marks the time
seven o'clock on the sneer
but the days are as hollow
now as any stare
from my deer trophies.

A light came to me in the desert -
a vision quest I took for you -
and burnt me.

I am no troll.
I am no Marvin Gardens.
I am no Violin
to be played on by these heartless fools.
I am only a man propped up like a scarecrow
by the webshots photos of Montanapaloosa.

My love for you is as true as Bacpac's alcoholism.
My love is as sure as Artex's pig-grip.
My love hides behind no lie like Kleetn hides behind Phaedrus.
My love has no anger like thebackpacker.
My love will never subside like Nowslimmer.
My love is as free as a tin can stove from tincanstoveman.
My love would never lead to vulgar displays in the middle of an Alabama trail.

I am icarus
and I will never regret
that chance which burnt my wings.”

“If thou doest not fall
For his request for your heart
Informeth me with haste.
These entreaties for love
Maketh me to desire the Ultra
In the way only Marvin has
Fulfilled me until now.”

“Don't mock me. This was not your thread to read. Please leave.”

“Your rebukes only serve
To entice me.
You big hunk of packer,
You.”

“You can't have me. I'm taken. My heart belongs to Newgirl. Buzz off, creep.”

“I wish I could write poetry like that.

Let's have a drink sometime.”

“you can't expect to wirte a love poem for someone on here and not get some #&%!$. If that is what you are looking for you might as well go some place else.”

“U nder his words
L ike a hidden river
T he true sentiment lies
R eady to emerge
A tempest unleashed.
P lying his words
a nd spinning his verse
c rafting a web
k eeping his true motive hidden.
e veryone knows - trolls are trolls
r espond - Newgirl - if you dare.”

“geobeet is red
violin is blue
newgirl is mine
and packers a fool”

“U nder his words
L ike a hidden river
T he true sentiment lies
R eady to emerge
A tempest unleashed.
P lying his words
a nd spinning his verse
c rafting a web
k eeping his true motive hidden.
e veryone knows - trolls are trolls
r espond - Newgirl - if you dare.”

“U walk in shadows
L ike a ray of sunshine
T he light sparkles in your eyes
R are moments like this one
A nd lucky are the on-lookers
P leased at your nearness
A nd warmed by your heart
C ertin that they now know joy
K ept locked up to long hidden
E very moment is precious
R ave on with your bad self”

“Rave on w/ my bad self is right Bigfoot. Ultra, listen, that poem was very creative, I'll give you that. You did one hell of a job incorporating all kinds of TT trivia. However, I'm not in the least bit interested in being virtually stalked. Sooooo, why don't you go ahead and simmer down a little. Dirty, your poem was real cute. Violin, that was stinking funny.”

“Big Foot makes me sound like UltraHacker.

Hmm Tilt has uncovered the subliminal message.”

“No, Newgirl, don't fight it.

We must not. Yet, we must never give in to it either. Ours must be a love of distance, oh my little cherub.

It is best for both of us. I am but a monster of circumstance, and you - oh you - my beauty.”

“Cherub? Your little cherub? Weird. I've never really met a man that wanted me and called me his cherub. It's kind of an asexual word.”

“As, alas, must we be, oh angel of the north.”

“A love SONG, from a slightly different point of view...

I really do, appreciate, the fact you're sittin here
Your voice sounds so wonderful, but your face don't look so clear
So barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew,
Honey why don't we get drunk, and screw?

Why don't we get drunk, and screw?
I just bought a waterbed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen,
Honey I don't think that's true,
So why don't we get drunk, and screw?

SOLO

Why don't we get drunk, and screw?
I just bought a waterbed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen,
Honey I don't think that's true,
So why don't we get drunk, and screw, Yeah now baby, I said
Why don't we get drunk, and screw?”

“Some folks have tooooo much time on thier hands.”

“Nice stuff there FG.”

“Oooooops. I forgot to give Jimmy Buffett credit for that one. Long live Parrotheads!”

“NO,.... Big Coop,...I loved what you wrote and how you did it, I just wanted to play too:)”

“I saw the knighly dove
Gallantly carrying the word of love
Foolishly I challenged the illusion
Only to draw this conclusion.
A thousand ships were launched for Helen
Raising the dreaded question of how
Many I would launch for Ellen.
I knew in time
That she would be mine.
So I answered the question
Without much deliberation.
The earth, the skies, the stars, the heavens
Would be the ships I would launch for thee.
But remember I am just one mortal man
Not any musclebound superman.
So just let a sprinkle from the raindance
Blind us in romance.”

“Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the ivy twines,
Tell me what makes skies so blue,
And I'll tell you why I love you.

Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine,
Tropisms make the ivy twine,
The Tyndall effect makes the skies so blue,
Testicular hormones are why I love you.


From The Joke Book of Isaac Asimov”

“lol! good one Tilt”

“ROTFLMAO!

This thread is great. Give me a day or so (and a few brews) and I'll come up with my own verse.”

“Here's one I came up with last year. Needs some work, but this is a rough draft. (To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)

My noogie lies over the ocean
my noogie lies over the sea
my noogie is up in Montana
bring back my noogie to me.”

“Were you to love me and love me blind
I`d think you a nut and out of your mind
I would think you stayed to long in the tub and you`re water-logged
what right thinkin` woman would want me, knowin` she`d be fogged
just get that thought out of your mind and go clear your head
thank goodness you were only dreamin` and sell that waterbed
but, do think of me some when you happen to see stars up in the sky's
and how different that`d look had you got me and I`d fogged your eyes”

“Sounds like the hikerman is tryin' to get a little noogie...”

“for those of you, who try, but hack
the gift of prose, it is, you lack
so please don't try again today
just put your sticking pens away

the words i read, they make me sick
erase them please, before you click
submit a message not of rhyme
please don't try another time”

“Hello TOT, where you been hidin`?

I always love your poems:)

Good to see you back, you old hack:)”

“Candyapple Corvettes are red,
Dunadans balls are blue,

Give up on it boys,
You don't have a clue.

Once Newgirl meets me
It'll be be dinner for two.


This Bear Poem was brought to you by: The HeManWomanHaters Club”

“Candyapple Corvettes are red,
Dunadans balls are blue,

Give up on it boys,
You don't have a clue.

Once Newgirl meets me
It'll be be dinner for two.


This Bear Poem was brought to you by: The HeManWomanHaters Club”

“Buddha is evidently suffering from echolallia...”

“hello mr. bigfoot, tis me once more
i've not been here in quite awhile
others above, their words are a bore
at least you've kept your style”

“Hickory DICKory dock,
I hope you all fcking rot.
These threads and your post continue to suck.
ULTRAPacker likes it in the butt!”

“Steve, Buddha . . . they were both very creative and flattering. Buddha, I esp. like how you worked in a reference to blue balls.”

“TOT, I`m happy you`re back and I look forward to reading more of your wisdom,..

You were missed!”

“My Loving You

It seems that I’ve been loving you
And loving you
And loving you
(its been happening all my life)

I haven’t gotten better at it
(I think I may have gotten worse)
sometimes it’s flat, my loving you without dimension
straightforward: I’m doing it because you’re there

Other times it’s immense and round
And fills the whole of my inside person
(like when we are eating sandwiches in the car)
then it feels like it will crowd out my lungs with joy, stop my breathing

Right now my loving you floats on the in-between
And I’m not sure if I’m doing it right
(it is the forgotten sneaking in)
is this content or discontent

(I love my loving you.)
it’s best when I am full, when immensity completes us
And I promise to find the place
where it is happening all my life

(I pray to god that you guys aren't going to make fun of me. Ultrawhoever, this is not directed at you, this is just a neutral poem.)”

“Well that was lame.”

“Of COURSE we're going to make fun of you. You have laid bare your soul and now we shall trample it...




j/k”

“Leave her alone, pecker, or I'll thrash you.

I found the poem to be moving and beautiful, dumpling.”

“Father, you are too funny!

And now w/ dumpling? What is w/ the completely asexual words?”

“I too think of taking a dump when I think of newgirl.


Packer: Eat me.”

“Pecker, that was lovely, really. I'm flattered.”

“Pecker, please refrain from insulting my love-bear, or I'm going to seriously get angry.

Insult me all you want. everyone does.”

“Forget these clowns, newgie. How 'bout that beer?
Oh, Hi there Mother Goose. What, oh, I was just talking to some of the fellas on TT. Newgie? Oh he's just one of the guys. Really. OUCH! STOP THAT. OOOOF! HELP, SOMEBODY SAVE ME...!!!-”

“Goose, please don't make fun. Marriage is sacred.”

“LOL!”

“Packer, I will do one better. I will ingnore you. I'm going to do something important now, like clip my toenails and then maybe I'll go and think of newgirl.”

“Who is this imposter, this phoney, this flake with the small dick? Buzz off ULTRAPecker, Lorena Bobbits got your jewels.”