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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on August 22, 2010, 06:32:25 PM
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Oh my.
CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 06:21 PM
THE CALPIG PRIMITIVE, #10 TOP PRIMITIVE OF 2009
Original message
My newest poem: On Insomnia
my bed
holds and entraps
struggling and twisting
I seek my fatigue
I fall over the edge
into the deepest of sleep
away
from these
thoughts
that
pursue my
sleepless mind
even closed my eyes
see
my insomnia
to quiet the roaming
thoughts that possess me
an impossible task
the sky grows ever lighter
I am
the victim
trapped in
this
© 2010 MLC
Tobin S. (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 06:46 PM
THE DROOPY DRAWERS PRIMITIVE
Response to Original message
1. I hate sleep problems
Sometimes I can't sleep when I need to, but then have to when I want to keep rolling. The insomnia is the worst, though. Fortunately, it's not a serious problem for me or I might not get anything done.
Nice poem, Peggy. Is this something that you are currently struggling with?
Yeah, the CalPig primitive's struggling with something.
Trying to get the blood and oxygen flowing through those arteriosclerotic brain cells.
CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 06:58 PM
THE CALPIG PRIMITIVE, #10 TOP PRIMITIVE OF 2009
Response to Reply #1
2. My dear Tobin...
Yeah, I hate it too. Fortunately, I am not struggling with it on a routine basis...
But this one night, I was up twice. It was awful. Normally, I sleep like the dead!
Glad you liked my poem.
NanceGreggs (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 07:13 PM
THE MAPLE LEAF ALCOHOLIC PRIMITIVE
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3. You had me at ...
My bed holds and entraps.
Five words, seemingly simply put, that encompass the history of our lives.
How often are we "held" by the thoughts/dreams that we experience beneath the blankets we are loathe to let go of - long after their warmth has faded?
How many times do we feel "entrapped" by our own desire to share a bed with someone who, in the light of day, is really just a stranger who we know little of - or who knows us even less?
I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I have not always been so fortunate.
My bed has too often "held and entrapped". Your words speak to the memory of that experience - now, fortunately, a faded memory. But still there, in the corners of my mind, just the same.
DesertFlower (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 07:26 PM
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4. i've had bouts of insomnia. as usual you're words are beautiful.
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Another silly poem. ::)
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Now if that don't give you Insomnia, nothing will.
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Righthaven hasn't purchased the copyright to her poems yet? how can that be?
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Two things on this latest pile of excrement:
1) Nothing even remotely sexual. (Thank You, God!)
2) This line caught my eye . . .
Normally, I sleep like the dead!
Not gonna go there. Someone else can do that. :uhsure:
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CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 06:58 PM
THE CALPIG PRIMITIVE, #10 TOP PRIMITIVE OF 2009
Response to Reply #1
2. My dear Tobin...
Yeah, I hate it too. Fortunately, I am not struggling with it on a routine basis...
But this one night, I was up twice. It was awful. Normally, I sleep like the dead!
Glad you liked my poem.
The useless and stupid old bat wakes up twice in one night and has to try to milk it for sympathy via a pathetic tale of woe.
:loser: :loser: :loser: :loser: :loser:
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Normally, I sleep like the dead!...sleep is when the brain takes a rest...but since DUmmies are already brain dead...why should they sleep?
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I wish she'd stop with the crappy poems already. Can you say done to death? My word.
They suck woman. Stop. No one really cares about your crappy peotry. They just suck your butt because they think you have some pull. But I guarantee you the admins probably hate her too. But she donates good money, so they play along.
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Normally, I sleep like the dead!...sleep is when the brain takes a rest...but since DUmmies are already brain dead...why should they sleep?
HA HA!!! :rotf: :rotf: :cheersmate:
This is very true my man!
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WTF??? I thought she threw a hissy last time and vowed never again to "publish", ( snicker ), her crap at the DUmp?
Too bad she didn't keep her word! This makes the word awful look like Sleeping Beauty!
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I hope TS Eliot comes back from the dead and slaps this no talent hack. Pegster: there has to be a REASON for line and paragraph breaks beyond just trying to appear profound.
Cindie
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"My room
Padded walls
Steel door
Locked
My bed
Straps
My jacket
3 foot sleeves
strapped tight in back
Bed straps
Criss-Crossed across my body
Tight
My 80 year-old breasts
Two feet long, drooping
1/2 inch thick
Compressed against my abdominal paunch
RASH - SCREAMING for release
Depends overflowing
Not able to empty or wipe
Throw-up breakfast in mouth against electro-shock therapy rubber damn in mouth
Becomes evening dinner
Let's make bread"
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Thank you CalPeg .. :-)
Though I must admit, my new parody is a little crappy..
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PatriotGame.... :lmao:
I really didn't need to know what is going on inside NanceGregg's bedroom. Who gives a shit? And it's repulsive besides. However, the sight of her name always conjurs up that picture with William Shatner, and it makes me laugh.
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Another silly poem. ::)
Uh I hate to be a spelling nazi but you misspelled stupid, it doesn't end in a Y
:-)
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The horror, the horror.
:hammer:
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LOL, I also think think that her non-erotic "poems" are some of her better ones but PatriotGame's was the best of all by far. She ought to write one about turtleneck sweaters, Peggy has dozens of them for material.
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NanceGreggs (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 07:13 PM
THE MAPLE LEAF ALCOHOLIC PRIMITIVE
Response to Original message
3. You had me at ...
My bed holds and entraps.
Five words, seemingly simply put, that encompass the history of our lives.
How often are we "held" by the thoughts/dreams that we experience beneath the blankets we are loathe to let go of - long after their warmth has faded?
How many times do we feel "entrapped" by our own desire to share a bed with someone who, in the light of day, is really just a stranger who we know little of - or who knows us even less?
I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I have not always been so fortunate.
My bed has too often "held and entrapped". Your words speak to the memory of that experience - now, fortunately, a faded memory. But still there, in the corners of my mind, just the same.
Oh, Great Merciful Zeus...
It's shit like this that gives me flashbacks. I used to work as an assistant editor (meaning: smegma technician) at one of those free liberal rags every large city has, and part of my job was wallowing through schlock like this that the area moonbats would send in, mistaking themselves for writers. :loser:
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HA HA!!! :lmao:
PatriotGame,...you killed it brother!!! That was awesome! :hi5: :cheersmate:
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:lmao: at PG's poem!
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Uh I hate to be a spelling nazi but you misspelled stupid, it doesn't end in a Y
:-)
Uh, haven't you been payin' attention? Around here we spell it "stooooopid'! Note the 5 o's!
Ya get demerits if you only use 2-4!
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NanceGreggs (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-22-10 07:13 PM
THE MAPLE LEAF ALCOHOLIC PRIMITIVE
Response to Original message
3. You had me at ...
My bed holds and entraps.
Five words, seemingly simply put, that encompass the history of our lives.
How often are we "held" by the thoughts/dreams that we experience beneath the blankets we are loathe to let go of - long after their warmth has faded?
How many times do we feel "entrapped" by our own desire to share a bed with someone who, in the light of day, is really just a stranger who we know little of - or who knows us even less?
I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I have not always been so fortunate.
My bed has too often "held and entrapped". Your words speak to the memory of that experience - now, fortunately, a faded memory. But still there, in the corners of my mind, just the same.
Wow!!
Somebody broke into the Thorazine locker...
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NanceGreggs
How many times do we feel "entrapped" by our own desire to share a bed with someone who, in the light of day, is really just a stranger who we know little of - or who knows us even less?
I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I have not always been so fortunate.
My guess is that was the line handed back to you from those that sobered up who were unfortunate enough to have consumed enough alcohol that, at some point, even you looked bangable.
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NanceGreggs
I share a bed with my best friend, my lover, my confidant.
I'm guessing it's either a bottle of gin or the cat.
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I'm guessing it's either a bottle of gin or the cat.
I hope it's the cat! I know none of my dogs would find her appealing! It could be the slugs outa the garden though, 'cause my cats are a little more discerning!
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"My room
Padded walls
Steel door
Locked
My bed
Straps
My jacket
3 foot sleeves
strapped tight in back
Bed straps
Criss-Crossed across my body
Tight
My 80 year-old breasts
Two feet long, drooping
1/2 inch thick
Compressed against my abdominal paunch
RASH - SCREAMING for release
Depends overflowing
Not able to empty or wipe
Throw-up breakfast in mouth against electro-shock therapy rubber damn in mouth
Becomes evening dinner
Let's make bread"
:rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf:
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Oh, Great Merciful Zeus...
It's shit like this that gives me flashbacks. I used to work as an assistant editor (meaning: smegma technician) at one of those free liberal rags every large city has, and part of my job was wallowing through schlock like this that the area moonbats would send in, mistaking themselves for writers. :loser:
You poor, poor bastard! Here...have a drink...
:cheersmate:
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I'm guessing it's either a bottle of gin or the cat.
I'm thinking something battery-operated.
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"My room
Padded walls
Steel door
Locked
My bed
Straps
My jacket
3 foot sleeves
strapped tight in back
Bed straps
Criss-Crossed across my body
Tight
My 80 year-old breasts
Two feet long, drooping
1/2 inch thick
Compressed against my abdominal paunch
RASH - SCREAMING for release
Depends overflowing
Not able to empty or wipe
Throw-up breakfast in mouth against electro-shock therapy rubber damn in mouth
Becomes evening dinner
Let's make bread"
How did I miss this the first time ? Muchos funny right there. :-)
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She's trapped in "© 2010 MLC"?
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Wow!!
Somebody broke into the Thorazine locker...
You know how those libs/progressives need their "head meds"! :mental:
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I'm thinking something battery-operated.
Probably why she's writing bad poetry...the battery died!
Cindie
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Probably why she's writing bad poetry...the battery died!
Cindie
I'm pretty sure anything that gets close to Cal's regions that would require batteries would die!
Mind Bleach is on aisle 4 at the VRWC store!
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I can say with all seriousness that Cpeg will not be among those that I select for DUmmy of the year. S/he will not even make a token appearance.
S/he just isn't DOY material
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I can say with all seriousness that Cpeg will not be among those that I select for DUmmy of the year. S/he will not even make a token appearance.
S/he just isn't DOY material
You're right! I'm pretty sure it would take NASA in order to figure out what "material" her poems come from!
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You're right! I'm pretty sure it would take NASA in order to figure out what "material" her poems come from!
I think it's more of a job for a zoologist than a rocket scientist.