Today's poetry

“I thought I would pass it along..”

“WanderLust

Curious to know what's over that rise
or around that bend?
What's a mile beyond here,
or a minute beyond now?
Courageous enough to scale that intervening rise
and round that obscuring bend?
To venture that further mile
and live that eternal minute?
What education may the side canyon confer?
What treasures may the endless trail unearth
or the infinite night sky reveal?
What headwaters of new-thought await?
Wilderness is home to the soul,
and its sights and sounds and scents
vital to the soul's nourishment,
beckoning one's spirit.
Abandon inertia and reap Nature's bounty:
moments to savor,
memories to share; both
mementoes to save.
Travel both diverging paths
within yonder yellow wood.
Be one traveler who avoids
the sorrow of the road not taken.
Curiosity kills neither cat nor man,
but bequeaths adventure and mission and exultation
to otherwise humdrum existence.
Acquiescence kills.
Yet few Dare.
Even fewer Do.
But none who Do
ever regret.
--copyright 1997 by Charles Morlock--”

“The sound of one hand clapping?”

“My post would have made more sense if you weren't posting the poem while I was reading your first post.”

“yeah, it pays to make sure you "paste" before you "post"”

“Of course, there is always the Sonnet form...”

“Nice, chili!”

“Nice touch, Chil. I liked it...”

“Curious to know what's over that rise

from traffic jams and shadows that have fainted

You can soar as the sun will rise

birds evaporate into a sky greenly tainted”

“Green skies? WTF did we do to the ozone layer this time?”

“Hail will make the sky turn green. Trust me on this one.”

“Nice touch, Chil. I liked it

Go Speed Racer, go go GO!

Understand the world, or Garp it.

The stench of death TAINTS EVERYTHING WE SAY OR DO”

“Marvin's on a roll again, folks!”

“WTF did we do to the ozone layer this time?

as celine looks on in mild amusement

Still the warbles sing in the springtime

eat some spam and get bent”

“Marvin's on a roll again, folks!

Hang your head over, hear the wind blow

Funny Clown, bunch a balloons

I feel for the schmucks of tomorrow”

“I thought I would pass it along..

linking wonderous worlds of free expression

Let's go play some ping-pong

so why does your smile melt with the confusion?”

“The sound of one hand clapping?

And I think this is all very tiring

His disembodied aura, deceptive images fashioning ...

Mashed potatoes, where's the gravy baby?”

“it pays to make sure you "paste" before you "post"

searching we are... for a bit of thrill-age?

of all the things lost -- i miss my mind the most

(rumblety-bump, all the way to the village)”

“INCREDIBLE STRESS!

What should I do?

Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.

Oh, What can I say? What on earth can I do?”

“Where are the WMD?

But can it all be said, or are we just wasting time wondering?

Only great big pointy spears!

They make themselves known by their s#&%!$ing, haggling, and scheming.”

“LMAO!!!!”

“Marvin, have i ever told you that i love you?”

“How many stoves do you own?

If I ever caught a bird in my mouth I'd set it free

I wandered into the land of the unknown.

although i left my pancreas in the creek”

“Marvin, have i ever told you that i love you?

writing a phone number on the bathroom stall

And yet, when all the present has been folded back into lonely paper bags,

a frog croaked in tune with the meatballs”

“They're putting computers in everything now...

a loaf of bread and a jug of wine

A little while later it began to snow

Sip, look at the stars, and feel the shiver in your spine.”

“yay!!”

“Thursday, uh, Thesis, yah that's it...

he somehow had missed his bucket

Sit on it. Jump on it. Push it and prod it.

There once was a man from Nantucket...”

“TT as a random poetry generator! Great idea, Marvy!”

“WanderLust
no hung WanderLust at goat the semblance up placed an the
fields of time can prove that a giant was once a tiny sperm And even
so, who would notice? but only the High Epoch can make it learn And
as they looked up, the star were winking out, one at at time...
For what? The empty promise of and anatomically-correct. a firefly
laughs and subtly explodes "Fetid, fetid grow my, my, what is that you've got there?”

“Great idea, Marvy!

And maybe then become how you must be (the gods hath chosen, and they hath chosen me)

It makes me think of mother.

but that's the way it's got to be”

“Marvin=Tarp L. Rat”

“we love a mystery here on TT, don't we?”

“This is a mystery? People forget so quickly.”

“what up, Phadeypoo!

i know, i'm only joking! ;-) but it's better if we all pretend to forget!”

“You want mystery? I'll give you a mystery.”

“So, we're pretending?

Sorry, I didn't know. Carry on, Marvy!”

“GRRRRRR!!!!”

“it's better if we all pretend to forget!

Or run down the hill against the force of gravity

And all that you long for is all you will get

A run-in with reality.”

“LOL!”

“Bush flies over Bahgitdat
Marvin shows up on TT
The planets are aligned
Some strange $hit is happening”

“LMAO @ Marvin”