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it had to be ants.



the town turned out,

a pound a time,

to see the model railway

of dolgellau.



amazing as it was,

as you know i do like tiny things,

expecially trains.



more astonishing was the conversation,

face close, on ants that bit up his legs

at bingo, formic acid and calamine

explained in detail.



thre train went by, with tiny noise,

as he rolled up his trouser leg to show me.



the explaination as detailed

as the dioramal, on and on and on.



a nice man.   my daughter saved me.







twice.



it was a good turnout, an excellent,

award winning model railway.

sbm.
Aztec Warrior Jan 2016
STRINGS & SYMMETRY - JIMI & RAINBOWS**

India Pale Ale nestled comfortably
in one hand,
Pilot G-2  .05 rested anxiously in the other.
The ale went down
like it was the end of the day-
smoothe, cold
and tasted like more.
The pen just looked at me,
daring me to let it
caress this page,
spread its inky passion
like the rainbow of colors
Jimi created with his guitar.
ooooo
It reminds me of recent conversations
with Brian Greene
about strings, resonance
and vibration;
about the make up of the universe
and the meaning of symmetry.
Conversations about the harmonics
of Calabi-Yau shapes,
expecially as multi-dimensional
expressions of gravity,
time and space.
ooooo
But I think
if you want to really understand
the elegance of the universe;
feel the fabric of the cosmos
and its loops of energy,
then you have to listen as
the stretching of Jimi's guitar strings
vibrate, bend and fold.
Jimi created rainbows
when he played.
And what are rainbows
but vibrating color in various shapes.
These colors, escaping his guitar
and melting into the vastness of space.
ooooo
Some say Jimi was an alien.
He stayed awhile
but then slipped out again
into the 9th dimension.
But I think
he emerged from the resonance
in a Calabi-Yau hole of infinity
found in the notes of "9 to the Universe".
He then disappeared in the rhythym
of flaming color arising out from
"Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)".
ooooo
Jimi would pick those strings
at Planck length speed
causing flames to leap
and go higher,
igniting the universe
with vibrations of blues
and riotous laughter.
Jimi knew how to fly
and amuse.
He knew how to laugh
and play jokes
on the universe!
He would make us smile,
keep time with our feet,
and 'kiss the sky'.
ooooo
Finishing up the last of the Pale Ale,
putting down the Pilot pen,
I am ready to seek rainbows
and listen to the universe sing.

Aztec Warrior 1.28.16 (re-worked)
If you ever listened to Jimi Hendrix, you know what I mean
Breanna Ables Feb 2017
The crackling of fire
And the soothing hissing of wind.

I was craving the touch of your skin
The warm breath I feel when you whisper sweet nothingness into my ears.

I see you in everything, on the streets, in the stores. Expecially in my head.

Your voice echos throughout my mind, keeping me up at night. I almost think your actually here.

I make myself think I feel your presence.
I'm craving you.
Your face
Your eyes
Your breathe.

It's killing me.
David Nelson Jun 2010
It's Good to be the King

The kings of old, the kings of new,
     the highest of all classes

took full advantage of their subjects,
     expecially the lasses

he liked to carress their *******,
     and grab their fine tight *****

his bedroom was never empty,
     for he gave out many passes


he bade them "you must give me more",
     he made their poor hearts quiver

he stripped them of their lovely gowns,
     and in the cold they shiver

when one would, complain out loud,
     do you take me like chopped liver

his knife he would pull, from his belt,
     and from her ear he'd cut a sliver


don't give me ,none of your lip,
     except upon my large ding

and after you, have pleased me well,
     get off you knees and sing

"oh my lord, you are so good",
      "you have the largest thing"

ah yes young maiden, you are correct,
      it's good to be the King

Gomer LePoet...
concept from the Mel Brooks movie "history of the world'"

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