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Contest
Okie dokie. I want to contribute to this forum and keep it going. I know I'm not the only one who ventures in here every day and reads stuff over again (poetry, essays, etc.). I've decided to run a little contest of my own! Of course, I hope this is ok with abs. If not, feel free to delete everything I've worked so hard to type *sniff* ... hehe....... Anyhow.....
I want people to write a poem, short story, song  , anything original right here in this topic. And it damn well better be original! Just think of me as Robert De Niro in "Meet The Fockers." You have to earn your way into the circle of trust, and if you submit somebody else's work, I'll find out! I have my ways 
Now, onto the prize. It's not much and this topic is probably doomed to fail...... I give it half a day..... but I would hope that y'all would help me keep it going... for the sake of us "writer's corner" fans! The first prize winner will be added to my naughty list for a period of time (haven't decided how long, yet).
Go on, give it a try! What could it hurt 
Warning!
If the winner decides they want to save my pictures in any way, shape, or form, I will hunt them down like the perverted sonuvabitch they are and beat the livin' shit out of 'em!  Trust me, I'll find you!!
Thank you and have a nice day! 
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| June 9, 2006, 08:23 |
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TheSexyScientist
27 / male
Springfield, Missouri, US
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Re: Contest
Do we just post it right here in this lil' ole text box?
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| June 9, 2006, 09:18 |
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Re: Contest
Yes Sir....
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| June 9, 2006, 09:19 |
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TheSexyScientist
27 / male
Springfield, Missouri, US
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Re: Contest
Okay, well, I'll post a short story I wrote not long ago once I give it a look over to make sure it is good enough for your viewing pleasure. 
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| June 9, 2006, 09:22 |
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heretopleaseyou
46 / male
wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania, US
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Re: Contest
the age for love
too young to be in love they say
too young to know the score,
when we come to the age for love,
that's what i'm waiting for.
we know our love will pass the test,
if we could have the chance,
well,any age is the age for love,
the age for sweet romance
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| June 9, 2006, 09:44 |
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TheSexyScientist
27 / male
Springfield, Missouri, US
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Re: Contest
The Block
I have a Friday deadline, it was Tuesday night. I had a story needing to be done by then. The Editor said it had to be 200 pages but he’d cut me a break and let it be 150. He was a good kid, a young guy . He always wore a nice smelling cologne and always had his tie straight. He was married with a kid, I think; hard to keep all of it straight these days.
It was a typical hot New York night but a cool breeze cut through the air. I was just in an old pair of slacks; I like the feel of that cool air on my bare back. It lets me think better. Focus, where was I? I need to re-read my last page and get back into it. I’m no stranger to writing; this is just another day for me. I can’t focus.
“Tom, come back to bed. “ She said quickly rolling over and falling back asleep. That was my woman, my girl to be more correct. She was naked on my bed and looked good. However, my name isn’t Tom but that didn’t bother me. I had known she was having an affair for awhile now. I’m an old man sleeping with a girl half his age, which in itself is reward enough.
Gun shots, must mean a fight is breaking out nearby. I’m on the third story so I’m fairly safe. I’ve never had a problem with fights on my street but I’m sure one day the trouble of a few streets over will come to me. Sirens. Looks like the Police are getting involved.
I had a cousin who visited me from the country once. A real easy fellow, he said he couldn’t find any peace to get a minute of sleep. I guess you just get used to the noise it becomes a lullaby after awhile, sort of like a Mother singing her child to sleep. Although, that may be a stretch because the sounds of the streets aren’t the kind of heart warming sounds most people care to hear.
Where is my last page? My desk is a clutter, my old typewriter perched in the center of it, my old typewriter a relic just like me. I kept telling myself that when I hit another big story I’ll buy myself one of the new ones that don’t lock up so much. If someone was poking me all day I’d probably lock up sometimes too. Where is that damn last page? Right next to me, figures. I swear that a day ago ideas were flowing easier. I took my girl out for dinner and I couldn’t stop typing.
Okay, time to start up again, I have to get going. I’ll never make my deadline if I don’t just let the words flow. What was my main character’s name again? Crap, it wasn’t “Jack” it was “Jim”, another page into the trash bin. One of these days the city of New York will wizen up and just use my crumbled pages to keep the homeless warm, at least then they’d be some use to someone. This story is something good. A streetwise kid growing up, something that’ll appeal to teenage kids. This’ll sell, I’m sure of it.
The last big book I had I swore I’d save up every penny. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was five years ago, no, maybe ten. I forget exactly. It was a real good book, had lots of drama and action. I thought I’d win some award for it but it never happened. I don’t need any awards to know that I can write. That is just for the conceited. The money was a good reward anyways. Damn, the next couple of months after that I lived like a king. Real good and in a way you’d never want your momma to find out. I liked those days and when I finish this book I’ll relive them again. Me and my girl but maybe I’ll have a couple girls too, young ones. We’ll all go out drinking until we can’t walk and stay at the most expensive hotels this city has to offer. We’d order room service and charge up my tab. I just need to write a few more lines.
This woman in my story, her name is Jane. She is the love interest of Jim. I swear when you get this old the stories you write and the stories you live seem to be the same. Jane is based on my ex-wife, a real great dame. The kind all the guys wanted, but she was mine. I was lucky to get her and stupid for letting her go but I couldn’t give up the bottle. We had a kid together and he moved out of the city and last I heard is a doctor or maybe a teacher, I don’t remember. Last time we talked was maybe six years ago at Christmas; the last time Jane would see a Christmas. My son and I never talked much after that, maybe an occasional letter but after long the letters stopped. Maybe he forgot his old man, but that doesn’t matter now.
What time is it? I’m getting hungry. It is too early for anything but bars and whore houses to be open. The sandwich shop down the street makes the best damn ham and cheese on the east side. Some food would clear my head I bet, something to let the ideas come in. It is amazing what a little meat and dairy can do to start the idea process running. Well, that can’t be helped now.
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| June 9, 2006, 09:52 |
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TheSexyScientist
27 / male
Springfield, Missouri, US
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Jane, I remember she used to like to read. I wonder if she’d like to read this story where she is a character. She’d probably curl her lips up real tight and shake her head at me. She never liked me using her for inspiration I could never figure out why. It’s ironic, because now she only exists in my stories, where she is ageless and timeless. In one she is stuck as the wife of a cop or the wife of a baker. How could you pass up that? Being immortalized forever in the work of your husband, isn’t that romantic in itself? Well, I guess she didn’t think so. I wonder what happened to cause us to split. Oh, yeah, the drinking. She left before my big success years ago and missed out. It worked out for the better anyways because it freed up my conscious to explore my wild side. The side most people keep hidden until they can afford to let it show.
I promised I’d buy her a car when I hit it big, I never did, although, I don’t feel guilty because we had already split at the time. It wasn’t like once we split we hated each other or anything. We saw each other when our kid would visit. We’d have a big meal together like a family. Boy, I need a cigarette.
I kept it in ‘that’ drawer of my desk. The contents of the drawer were basic but vital to a writer like me, matches, cigarettes, whiskey and blank pages of paper. I looked down into my pack to realize I had two left. I read something funny lately about how some nut in California’s trying to say smoking can kill you. Well, so can a broken heart so I ain’t worrying but let me get back to what I do best: writing.
So this main character, Jack, is a real street smart kid. Trying to make a living out on the streets using whatever he can. Sort of like my friend Arnie, his real name is Arnold but I don’t know why but we always called him Arnie. He was a writer just like me but he is all washed up. He doesn’t have a nice kid editor like I do. Some real prick on a high horse down town didn’t like his work and Arnie pitched a fit, so that guy got on the phone and called his publishing buddies and now Arnie can’t get published no more. Well, he always did have a short fuse for these things. One time I treated him to some pie and they brought him the wrong kind, I’ve never seen a waitress cry before over a slice of pecan pie. So I suppose he had it coming to him, his writing was getting real repetitive and redundant too. That kind of stuff doesn’t sell these days. Come to think of it, the last time I think I saw that guy was two years ago. He was selling papers on some no name corner where nobody paid him any attention. Real sad end to a guy like that, he had potential but I suppose that short temper did him in. You always have to act real nice to the guys who’ll sign your checks because they let that power get to their heads. So unless you’re some big shot and everyone knows it, you’re nothing but a bum with a lot of scribbled on paper. Arnie’s story wasn’t even worth the cost of that paper anymore, which has to hurt a guy. So I can’t say I blame him for snapping but he isn’t as old as me so he still has time to move somewhere else and maybe start a career there, someplace where they never heard of him before. Lucky for me I have a good editor, I lost my cool once and he was good about it.
So about Jack, he is on the streets and trying to get his life together but he has to deal with how mean the streets can get. Wait, his name was “Jim” or was it “Jack”? My first page says it’s “John.” Well, whatever the hell is name is he is a young guy who is trying to struggle against society. I think it’ll have a mass appeal. Then I’ll probably retire on this amount. If it is good enough it’ll still sell past retirement and I’ll still see benefits from it.
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| June 9, 2006, 09:54 |
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I rubbed my eyes; they felt like they were being weighed down with sand bags. That bed looked a lot more comfortable every minute. Maybe if I just write another twenty pages I’ll be able to get an hour sleep and then write another twenty. If I kept that pace I’d be able to finish it. It has been awhile since I’ve had to write so late. The last time was fifteen years ago. I was more into writing for the papers then. I was working my way through the ranks to having a regular column. Every week I wrote about something from politics to sports, I got a lot of compliments about it. It was nice too because they paid decently and regularly. Sometimes you need to lower your standards to get a steady cash flow. I’d often be up late typing away at this typewriter trying to finish up an article in time to submit it to the editor. Jane would rub my shoulders and it’d always relax me. She’d stay up until I had finished, she was always good for keeping me company. She’d bring me some coffee and then she would sit by me all night. That was pretty good work but it was always hectic. If I had to do sports it wasn’t that tough but I’m not a big football fan. The politics were always tricky; you had to make sure you studied up. Real political nuts would read it and complain otherwise. The papers hate it when that happens because they have to post error corrections that take up valuable space. Make too many mistakes and they’ll stop asking for you to come back. I never had that problem; I actually gave up that post to get into writing books, something a little classier with more money, except they never tell you that you don’t see a penny of it unless your stuff sells. That is the good part about those Newspaper places; even if they don’t sell you still get paid. Not that I didn’t enjoy people liking my work but it is nice to know that you’ll be able to put food on the table even if nobody reads it.
I can’t believe I ever broke into books; I almost went back to papers. My first one I ever wrote was shortly after I quit writing articles and it didn’t really take off real quick. I’m pretty sure my Mom picked up every copy in New England and so they were forced to put my book on a best seller list and reprint it getting more attention. I think that is how my Mom died, actually reading the book after she bought so many copies. She wanted me to make something out of my life. Like maybe a doctor or lawyer, something professional that had a nice uniform or you had to wear a good suit to. Needless to say, writer wasn’t on the list. We hadn’t talked much after I told her about my career choice. She probably stayed alive for as long as she did hoping I’d eventually admit my mistakes and make something of myself so that she could brag to her friends at church gatherings and sewing club meetings. She never told me what she thought of that book.
My father probably would have just laughed at her when she bought all those books. He was a man who loved to save money, almost like a crazy penny pinching sport and after the Depression he always kept some of it buried in the backyard and hidden under some floor boards under his bed and Lord knows where else. When he died me and my Mom searched for all his hiding spots, I swear even the day we were packing my Mom’s things after she passed away we found a few new hiding spots he had had. All the money paid off too, because like my family trait seems to be, we never plan ahead. Having no brothers or sisters myself, the burden of funeral costs was too much and those hidden money stashes seemed to be the trick to funding it with enough left over for a few fine bottles of liquor. Jane never was big into hard alcohols but she never touched any of the booze I bought with my old man’s money. She never made a big fuss about it with me but she always had that way about her so that she didn’t need to say what was wrong, but the whole room knew.
Come to think of it, my Mom had a little mutt. She named him ‘Roger’ because she went to a movie where she heard some army men say it and after that she thought it was a particularly interesting word to use like that. That little dog was just burning with energy. At least her last days were spent like they were with us: yelling at a little thing that didn’t know better. After she died we gave it away. It was given to a nice family and for awhile after we were clearing Mom’s things away I’d see him getting walked by his new owner. I wonder if that little mutt is still around today. If it isn’t, it is probably in Heaven right now getting yelled at for peeing on the white drapes.
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| June 9, 2006, 09:55 |
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TheSexyScientist
27 / male
Springfield, Missouri, US
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Let me load in a new sheet of paper to this typewriter. I need a clean sheet. The paper sliced into my skin like a razor blade. It is sort of ironic how paper cuts work. It is almost like a conspiracy between the paper mills and the Band-Aid people. Now this page is bloody and into the trash it will go. I take a deep puff from my cigarette to melt away some of the tension of my now bloody finger. I hate paper cuts and the way they hurt and throb. I hope the blood doesn’t get into my typewriter. The last thing I need right now is to be forced to clean out some blood that mixed with the ink. My best plan of action is to suck on my thumb like a baby until the wound closes. At least I can still hear the sounds of city life outside my window. I hate being the last one up, I hate being alone.
Maybe the paper cut was a blessing? It let me clear my head and catch a glance of my girl changing positions in her sleep. What a lucky idiot I am to have that waiting for me in the morning. She couldn’t cook or clean but she looked good. She smelled sweet too. Those poor broke writers always looked with their jaws open at me when I walked hand and hand with my lady. I always made sure to have her with me wherever I went; it made me feel like a winner.
I’m surprised that my finger’s wound closed so quickly, I didn’t even notice it stop bleeding. Now I can keep writing, clicking away at my typewriter is almost a soothing rhythm that gets hypnotic after awhile. I know when I’ve hit my stride when hear that consistent clicking noise. Then it is just as easy as keeping that pace going and it writes itself. Once I hit that rate I’ll be through with this novel real quick and it’ll be back to enjoying time with my woman and sleeping like a normal person.
So, I need to keep developing this character but I guess I’ll have to make a new character but maybe it might add a little too much confusion to the story. More gun shot sounds, looks like this will be a repeat episode. I wonder how long until the cops show up this time, maybe they’ll already know the address. There are the sirens; I suppose they did know the address. Those damn noisy things. I could almost stand the gun shots but the wailing sirens I’ll never enjoy.
This story won’t be much more to write, I can tell. In all my years I just needed to hit that high point and it seemed like it was done almost instantly. This old typewriter has one more work left in it I think, that one big one to retire on. That good kid editor who gave me an advance on my pay wouldn’t be happy to see nothing come deadline. I’m sure he’d shake his head slightly and try not to get mad. He is nice like that. I think he respects his elders unlike some others out there. He’d probably try to not sound mad about it but shake his head, however if I miss this then the big boss will hear it and I’ll be in big trouble. This shouldn’t be much more work to continue anyways, I have the first few pages mapped out already and ready for the next couple.
This is a story about a young boy named “John”. No wait, his name was “Jim”. Maybe I should just change his damn name. This guy probably shouldn’t be a “Jim” anyways, who names their kid “Jim” in this day and age anyways. I’ll never finish this damn story.
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| June 9, 2006, 09:55 |
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TheSexyScientist
27 / male
Springfield, Missouri, US
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Re: Contest
Wow, it was only 9 pages double spaced but it took quite a few posts (limit is 5,000 characters per text chunk here). I hope it all got sent correctly, I believe nothing got messed up in the posting of it here.
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| June 9, 2006, 09:56 |
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heretopleaseyou
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wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania, US
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Re: Contest
just as your whole body has a little nerve end centered at the tip of your finger, which is exploring and which contibutes to the sense of touch, you are just such a little nerve end for everything that is going on. just as the eyes serve the whole body, you serve the entire universe. you are a function of all that is.
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| June 9, 2006, 10:27 |
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Re: Contest
Great job, both of you!
Keep 'em comin'!
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| June 9, 2006, 13:38 |
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apinchbetter46
27 / male
Kenner, Louisiana, US
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BEAUTY IN THE BREAKDOWN...hope everyone likes it
come on take a step toward me
so you can figure me out
ive been hoping and praying for one single way
to show you what im all about
and i know...
and i know..this is the only way of pleasing the crowd
but when this is over and on with it we walk away there can be no doubts
so lets get a little closer now
so lets get a little closer now
COURUS
you say
that we're all tied up and wrapped around it and useless
useless
states of mind
but at the same time we're still young
we had the time to realize the we were wrong
come on just run with me
get the hell out of this town so we can get a better feel for each other
ill take u back to
when you remembered how we used to
just live your life a little for me
take the time to let it go
step away and watch me grow
so lets get a little closer now
so lets get a little closer now
COURUS
you say
that we're all tied up and wrapped around it and useless
useless
states of mind
but at the same time we're still young
we had the time to realize the we were wrong
you can stay if you want to
and id write to you and tell you how uve always been so special to me
you can stay if u want to and ill try
you can stay if you want to
and id write to you and tell you how uve always been so special to me
you can stay if u want to and ill try
to keep u close to me
to keep u close to me
to keep you close to me.......
COURUS
you say
that we're all tied up and wrapped around it and useless
useless
states of mind
but at the same time we're still young
we had the time to realize the we were wrong
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| June 9, 2006, 14:36 |
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Re: Contest
This is gonna be a hard choice to make!
MORE! MORE! 
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| June 9, 2006, 14:40 |
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apinchbetter46
27 / male
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howd u like moon?
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| June 9, 2006, 14:42 |
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heretopleaseyou
46 / male
wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania, US
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Re: Contest
the flower
I stare in astonishment
at the GREAT beauty
of a small thing
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| June 9, 2006, 21:33 |
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heretopleaseyou
46 / male
wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania, US
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what is reality? people have various theories about what it is. But it is important to remember that they are all theories. those who beleive that reality is material are projecting upon the world a certain philosophical theory about it. and those who say that it is mental or spiritual are doing likewise.
reality itself is neither mental or spiritual, nor any other concept that we have of it. reality is simply the PRESENT MOMENT.
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| June 11, 2006, 15:39 |
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QUOTE (apinchbetter46 @ June 9, 2006, 14:42)howd u like moon?
Me liked
And since this topic is goin' to hell in a hand basket like I thought it would, I'm gonna do something totally different.
Thanks, guys! 
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| June 13, 2006, 14:24 |
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funlovingpair
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QUOTE (MoonHowler @ June 13, 2006, 14:24) QUOTE (apinchbetter46 @ June 9, 2006, 14:42)howd u like moon?
Me liked
And since this topic is goin' to hell in a hand basket like I thought it would, I'm gonna do something totally different.
Thanks, guys!
OH sure there ya go changing the rules on me. I had real nice story about what I would do to you, but now you don't even care, *all teary eyed*, I just don't know if I can go on any more, get a guy's hopes up and then ya just shoot them right down. What a cruel woman ya are.
Hey I had to say something.
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| June 13, 2006, 16:28 |
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apinchbetter46
27 / male
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Re: Contest
so who's the winner?0
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| June 14, 2006, 12:06 |
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Re: Contest
All of you!
Including you two, flp..... just 'cause I like y'all so damn much! 
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| June 14, 2006, 13:22 |
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just4urplsur
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what about me???????
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| June 14, 2006, 19:03 |
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QUOTE (just4urplsur @ June 14, 2006, 19:03)what about me???????
Someone has to be #1 in my book, don't they? 
Now, where's your submission??
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| June 15, 2006, 08:04 |
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just4urplsur
45 / male
platte city, Missouri, US
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QUOTE (MoonHowler @ June 15, 2006, 08:04)
my submission is every time I am near you!!!!!!
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| June 15, 2006, 21:23 |
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Re: Contest
2003-10-11
MUSICAL TOUR
Lets’ go on a musical tour
We’ll start with Neil Diamond
Desireé is one very fine song
With Cherry, Cherry we can’t go wrong
Cracklin’ Rosie and Holly Holy are next
Kentucky Woman, Shilo specks
Thank the Lord for the Night Time
Forever in Blue Jeans in rhyme
How about some country
And enjoy Alan Jackson sing
Right On the Money
And Midnight in Montgomery
Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson
Then follow up with Rick Nelson
Buddy Holly with rock and roll
And Aretha Franklin for some soul
We’ll play many a Hollies tune
Then something by Debbie Boone
All Shook Up, the King’s refrain
And Gene Kelly Singing In the Rain
Hear the Beatles’ Eleanor Rigby
And the classic Let It Be
Then Magical Mystery Tour
And When I’m Sixty-Four
We’ll sing to Come Together
And Strawberry Fields Forever
Next, Twist And Shout and
I Want To Hold Your Hand
From Elvis Presley’s Burning Love
To A Big Hunk O’ Love
My fave Such A Night
And Are You Lonesome Tonight
His biggest, Jailhouse Rock
And we’ll rock ‘round the clock
We must include the Beach Boys
Help Me Rhonda is no noise
Wouldn’t It Be Nice I admire
Of Good Vibrations we’ll not tire
There are the family acts
The Osmonds, Jackson Five
The Cowsils seem to come alive
And The Rankin Family tracks
There are so many from to choose
From Bluegrass to the Blues
Bill Monroe, Ricky Skaggs
Mills Brothers, Boz Scaggs
Jazz and swing, ring a ding
Benny Goodman, Duke Ellington
Ray Charles on his piano
Billy Holiday singing soprano
We can’t forget the Rolling Stones
Songs like Satisfaction [Can’t Get No]
Jumpin’ Jack Flash made lots of dough
Have You Seen Your Mother Baby,
Standin’ In The Shadow
Brown Sugar and Start Me Up are great
Ruby Tuesday and Angie make eight
There are so many great hits
From Dire Straits, Bee Gees, Styks
The Animals and Dave Clark Five
Then Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Trooper and The Guess Who
Cream, Yardbirds and The Who
There’s Ray’s nephew Stevie Wonder
A real genius of a man to ponder
His songs range from Fingertips
To Part Time Lover from his lips
His talent means each song to write
Without the benefit of sight
He plays six instruments as well
What a feat for this man do tell
We can’t forget the best by far
Jimi Hendrix and his magic guitar
His songs will last past a lifetime
He lost his life before his prime
Songs like: All Along The Watchtower
Purple Haze, Hey Joe, by the hour
Foxey Lady, Manic Depression too
Crosstown Traffic, Stone Free
Great songs to play oh please do
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| June 19, 2006, 13:38 |
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Re: Contest
I'm adding you just because you included Waylon Jennings!!! 
Who've you been talkin' to? *raises an eyebrow*
You brought back some memories with that one... thanks!
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| June 19, 2006, 14:28 |
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Re: Contest
Here's another.
2003-10-12
MUSICAL TOUR 2 [SEQUEL #1]
Welcome back to our tour
This time we will ensure
More great numbers here
For all song lovers to hear
We’ll start with Garth Brooks
We’ll have him sing The River
And follow with The Fever
The Thunder Rolls was a hit
Wrapped Up In You will fit
Standing Outside The Fire
And Shameless to desire
Alabama then takes over with
Mountain Music and Old Flame
Tennessee River is no myth
She and I brought them fame
Love In The First Degree
My Home’s In Alabama is key
ABBA now joins us for awhile
We’ll hear them sing Waterloo
And I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do,
Fernando follows with a bang
Then Dancing Queen they sang
Next is Knowing Me, Knowing You
Chiquitita and S.O.S. will do
How about the Archies with
Sugar, Sugar played forthwith
Then Bang Shang-A-Lang
Of which Andy Kim sang
We’ll put on Three Dog Night
Eli’s Coming without a fight
One Man Band and Liar
Celebrate, Shamabala require
Joy To The World is sweet
Never Been To Spain up beat
Suzi Quatro could really rock
Get him while you can
Can The Can, if you can
48 Crash is a silk sash bash
Glycerine Queen fightin' hard to win
Devil Gate Drive, so come alive
The Wild One and You Keep A Knockin’
Next we find Brooks and Dunn
A country duo full of fun
Little Miss Honky Tonk we’ll hear
Boot Scootin' Boogie with beer
Rock My World (Little Country Girl)
She Used to Be Mine and just fine
My Next Broken Heart to follow
Then, She’s Not The Cheatin’ Kind
And finish with Brand New Man
Chuck Berry must be included
His songs must not be excluded
There’s Sweet Little Sixteen
And then Roll Over Beethoven
Reelin’ And Rockin’ we’ll sing
His biggest hit My Ding-A-Ling
Johnny B. Good and Maybellene
And No Particular Place To Go
Kenny Rogers sings songs solo
With Dolly Parton in duo
And with The First Edition too
Songs like The Gambler
Coward Of The County
Islands In The Stream
And Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town
We can’t forget Gordon Lightfoot
The great Canadian troubadour
We’ll hear Early Morning Rain
Black Day In July and Boss Man
Ribbon Of Darkness and Softly
Classic Canadian Railroad Trilogy
And Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Other Canadian Artists to be heard
Anne Murray, George Fox, Terri Clark
Bryan Adams, Downchild Blues Band
Murray McLachlan and Lighthouse
These are just a few of the greats
Stay tuned for more in Sequel #2
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| June 19, 2006, 14:40 |
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Okay Moon...I'm lazy...please consider my post in "Alone" section...hehee
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| June 19, 2006, 16:32 |
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HI MOon so finaly I made it in here.
so my entry, here goes.
Roses, thorns
They surround you
Protecting you.
Your beauty surpasses them,
Sunlight shie in your skin
Soft,
Silk like
Gently I remove the protection
and free you
Kiss you
Love you
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| August 3, 2006, 10:12 |
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azcapt
67 / male
phoenix, Arizona, US
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Ok moon I am also lazy--quote my post in writers corner---called together again as my entry. Submitted around July 27/28... 
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| August 9, 2006, 23:33 |
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hi moon its me sky27a my account got canceled so i made a new one. can u add me agian to ur buddie list?
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| August 24, 2006, 10:52 |
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