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  • Richard Thripp (7/25/2014 11:16:00 PM) Post reply

    THE CIVIL RIGHTS OF MOVEMENTS — My nipples create rounded ripples when my lard ass tipples. Progeny isn't propagated from masturbatory (homosexual) coitus. Surely, slit-eyed “gambler” Kenny F. Rogers has made accommodations for his round-eyed replacement. ['I have all the patience in the world, it's just that waiting bugs me! ' — Proclaimed 'Vice President in Charge of Treason for KAOS' Conrad Siegfried (played by Bernie Kopell) of T.V.'s 'Get Smart'] Bob Hope's mistresses don't collect pensions: Marilyn Maxwell (1921 – 1972) & Barbara Lee Payton (1927 – 1967) . Broad-beamed broads, of desperate temperament (in frantic straits) , will prostrate before part-time (even unemployed) garbage men. Dear Movie Executive-Type: It's true Nick that I arrived in the nigger of time. Why are America's twenty-somethings fixated on suicide, tattoos, piercings, zombies & vampires? Buy my screenplay entitled 'The Squatting Asshole.' It will extend your lifespan as I'm sure to wipe you off my murder list. [Crapped-out 'poet' Charles Bukowski {Heinrich Karl Bukowski} wallowed in filth like the pig that he was.] What's Wong with women? (Lotus Long & Anna May Wong have crossed over; bought the farm; crapped-out & croaked.) Let us take a trip on the 'Shanghai Express' with Anna May Wong (1932) , and on the 'Chungking Express' with Faye Wong (1994) . Experience doctorally/doctrinally/theoretically (nay mathematically) 'The Squatting Asshole' (film) , written by Richard Thripp and starring: Larry Lotion, Donny Hoser, Claire X. Beggar (Donny Osmond's sister-in-law) . Things that seem to come at an accelerated rate are so much badder. I've a gnawing respect for my ureters, prostate, kidneys, adrenals & urinary bladder. I grow ever weary (& wary) of RE: re-asemble, re-apply, re-grow, re-call, re-roof, re-grow, re-sale, re-build/re-built, re-enter, re-use, re-glue, re-group, re-model, re-attach, re-view, re-live, re-state, Re-gis Philbin.

  • Richard Thripp (7/25/2014 10:29:00 PM) Post reply

    Presumably, my egalitarian nature means I perennially attack rage
    and that is everywhere: on the job, in humid kitchens & backstage
    As the era of forty-year mortgages ends I enter another shack age
    Forced to invade darkly forested U.N. heritage zones to hack sage
    I fancifully refer to my delicious duck's new digs as his quack cage
    With baking soda rare my pressing dental problem is plaque beige
    Put me on half-salary Jesuit masters as it is better than crack wage
    In the twentieth century encryption algorithms were dumb and gay
    In '63 many Texans, except Nellie Connally, plotted against J.F.K.
    Earth's cascading hemispheric deterioration stems from Fukushima
    Radioactive water mingles in the aquifer pumping its way to Lima
    I get from dental point to infectious point with my hospital gurney
    Don't call me late for dinner and also my Christian name ain't Ernie
    Let's scarf kielbasi before Pittsburgh's Gateway Clipper smacks us
    Slimy politicians are the toady grime balls who raise property taxes
    Afterwards the chick turned into a dyke from 'Bridget Loves Bernie'
    Big Steve, Chip, Robby, Uncle Charley, booked a canceled journey
    Trying to catch her lesbian eyeball I hurt my crooked neck muscle
    and exploring her nether regions was disappointing to Ken Russell
    I cock guns, shock nuns and wear a whale-bone girdle to truss all
    Tumbling over three of those pays off more than driving any bus'll

  • Richard Thripp (7/25/2014 8:48:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Before succumbing to heart attacks we must see the Rolling Stones
    No guns mean: we'll have to beat each other to death with phones
    & fax machines that were once plentiful in temperate & arid zones
    Address the murder quandary with the people who are your clones
    & those who direct the flight paths of 30 thousand domestic drones
    Childhood, adolescence, adulthood; maidens, mothers and crones
    Safeguard your stockpiled ammunition, penicillin, rods and cones
    Don't rely on U.S. nurses as these women have enough fat to tote
    The desire for pizza with sausage make thoughts of nursing remote
    You'll shiver in your $2,000-per-day bed unless you brought a coat
    For society's benefit these cows should sink in a boat-rocking boat
    Walk into the sun's solarized lightness my golfing pal ye ol' lesbian
    Run for golden metals my internationalized, lesbianized Olympian
    Migratory dykes' inter-relatedness correlates to allo-transplantation
    Stationary muffers confound practitioners of xeno-transplantation
    The C.I.A. served a hot lunch of Liberian president Samuel K. Doe
    to the next Liberian president Prince Johnson's cannibalism show

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  • Richard Thripp (7/25/2014 8:41:00 PM) Post reply

    Ringo Starr, your intestines were bad and you had
    to have them removed in nineteen-eighty
    Your other problems during boyhood were equally weighty
    George Harrison, stabbing you repeatedly
    was one psychotic's answer
    But you died a couple of years later anyway
    from the dreaded crab cancer
    John Lennon, I saw a picture of you with your hair in a bun
    You gave that up before some Hawaiian shot you with a gun
    Paul McCartney, you married a woman with half a leg
    and then you had your eyelids surgically altered

    Brian Jones, you were often played for a junky fool
    and then you were murdered in your swimming pool
    Bill Wyman, I don't know what your problems are but
    I think that you married your mother-in-law
    Charlie Watts, you've not always been really healthy
    but your 3-way business partnership
    with Mick & Keith keeps you wealthy
    Keith Richards, your fingers are gnarled and you can't pee
    And you busted your cocoanut when you fell from a tree
    Mick Jagger, you dance like a spastic on fire
    Nobody wants to see that

  • Professor Plum (7/25/2014 8:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Well, I was going to tell Adam he wrote a pretty good sonnet, but now it's gone. Very rhythmic. Oh well. The last four lines needed work, but other than that not too bad.

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    • Professor Plum (7/25/2014 9:51:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Thank you Adam.

    • Adam M. Snow (7/25/2014 9:38:00 PM) Post reply

      Here it is again. Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's Day Written by Adam M. Snow Oh sweltering is summer's day of bliss, So hot the desert's kiss from sun above. And sweat that drops cause me ... more

    • Adam M. Snow (7/25/2014 9:37:00 PM) Post reply

      Thanks, I actually reposted it after I edited it

  • Adam M. Snow (7/25/2014 7:43:00 PM) Post reply

    I have never written a sonnet before, so I thought I would give it a shot.

    Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's Day
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Oh sweltering is summer's day of bliss,
    So hot the desert's kiss from sun above.
    And sweat that drops cause me to reminisce -
    the past, a summer's day a child would love.

    A playtime in a grassy field of green
    and from a hose the water cool and free;
    oh such a joy is this midsummer's scene,
    the children's laughter flows in joyful spree.

    I wish that day would greet me just once more,
    The joy of feeling free on summer's day.
    Instead I am confined to cool indoors,
    Upon my laptop typing verse to sway.

    Midsummer's Day you make me such a fool -
    I fear your heat will be forever cruel.

  • Mandolyn ... (7/25/2014 7:28:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    nothing says lovin'
    like a poem hunter oven
    over bakin' rhythm
    prose is burnin' on the stove

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  • Dan Reynolds (7/25/2014 6:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I've just been trailing our old archives of banter with Michael Shepherd. We had wit instead of $hit and discussion without derision......mostly. Happier times.

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    • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/25/2014 10:42:00 PM) Post reply

      You are Spot On, Danny Boy...Them wuz' the days, my friend...And like yourself, a good friend and artist he was...Miss his wit, wisdom, verse and friendship...Thanks for this post Danny, despite the v ... more

  • Richard Thripp (7/25/2014 6:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Skyward I can see double from this Statosperic Welsbach seeding
    I know the government loves me and is only engaged in weeding
    the wicked from the righteous and the sufficient from the needing
    The wealthy require understanding while the starving need feeding
    Hep-C blood provided by the Red Cross's for folks who're bleeding
    Wait for the man, Lou Reed, for the beady beads of sweat beading
    If it's cracked advice you want it's cracked advice you'll be heeding
    The blest wicked lead is corrupted by interbred sovereigns leading

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  • Richard Thripp (7/25/2014 6:00:00 PM) Post reply

    Are people motivated by money?Could money effect a person's behavior?Would a person forsake morality for money?An organ donor card places a bounty on you. Some of your parts are only of value for transplantation while you breathe. The organ donor card gives doctors your permission (under contract law) to remove your organs from your warm and breathing and UN-anesthetized, doctor-declared “brain-dead” body. This isn't speculation. Doctors admit to “harvesting organs” from “brain-dead patients” i.e. patients with pulses.

    WEB/ Numerous accounts of patients who have recovered after a firm diagnosis of “brain death” demonstrate that “brain dead” patients are not certainly dead. Here are two cases:

    Zack Dunlap, a 21-year-old Oklahoman, flipped over on his 4-Wheeler and suffered catastrophic brain injuries in November 2007. Thirty-six hours after his accident, doctors at United Regional Healthcare System in Wichita Falls, Texas, declared him “brain dead.” Preparations to harvest his organs were underway when friends and relatives gathered to say their final goodbyes. His cousin, a nurse, wanting to make certain, scraped his pocket knife along the bottom of Zack’s foot. Zack jerked his foot away. Just months later, Zack was walking and talking. Zack recalled hearing the doctor say he was dead and being “mad inside” but unable to move.

    Steven Thorpe, a British 17-year-old, suffered horrific injuries in a multi-car accident. Four doctors declared him “brain dead.” Doctors asked his family to consider donating his organs before his life-support was turned off. The family sought a second opinion from a neurologist who detected faint brain waves. Seven weeks later, Steven was discharged from the hospital having made a near-full recovery. In 2013, at age 21, now an accountant trainee, he spoke to the media for the first time: “Hopefully (my experience) can help people see you should never give up. My father believed I was alive—and he was correct.”

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