Sonnets Up the Stretch #5

by St. Bayno on Feb 27, 2009 11:12 PM PST Comment 7 comments

Anything. I had a great time. Ditto,

and my life polite as a colleague passed.

I disbelieved injuries, but injuries remained.

As a columnist’s eye sees the heart of a player

I never got past the ribs. Poor me, to have

love as a series of isos come. Who called

them for me must have seen the hidden

mismatch. A system prompts its own disorder.

Others live like Darius Milhaud’s fingers

or Darius Miles’s rhetoric or the pistons

of his Rolls Royce or the sound of milk

poured over his breakfast cereal or

a stray dog among Tigard Tigers or

the lamps of Lake Oswego. Good for them.

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Poetic

I da man!

by Dragline on Feb 28, 2009 5:32 AM PST reply actions 0 recs

the other poet loriette

i dont even know what that means, but ur a lot better at this then i am

Man, we should forfeit before roy’s hammy explodes, knocking him into LMA’s ear who loses his balance and hits Greg’s knee… - HurraKane212

http://www.nba.com/news/miles_10_080919.html

by maid tu rek on Feb 28, 2009 8:25 AM PST reply actions 0 recs

nice

I got stuck on “isos” tho. Are you referring to the greek— being identical?

"All humans are hypocrites. The dumb humans are the ones that cant recognize this fact."-- Sophia

by bow4meow on Feb 28, 2009 8:32 AM PST reply actions 0 recs

I was thinking isolation plays...

Should it be ISOs?

by St. Bayno on Feb 28, 2009 3:20 PM PST up reply actions 0 recs

good

There is probably no more terrible instance of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man — with human flesh.
Paul Muad'Dib - Dune (Frank Herbert)

My Translation: My Dad is a dude just like me, and my sons are dudes like me also. I love that.
Season Tix: Section 315, with my sons

by johnv59 on Feb 28, 2009 1:15 PM PST reply actions 0 recs

Keep them coming

Proud Odensheeple

by Norsktroll on Feb 28, 2009 10:22 PM PST reply actions 0 recs

just wondering....

if you should call this Sonnets down the stretch, instead of up?

There is probably no more terrible instance of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man — with human flesh.
Paul Muad'Dib - Dune (Frank Herbert)

My Translation: My Dad is a dude just like me, and my sons are dudes like me also. I love that.
Season Tix: Section 315, with my sons

by johnv59 on Mar 1, 2009 1:24 PM PST reply actions 0 recs