Thought I would make the most of this section to spill some gloop onto the screen. Please feel free to comment on any gloop spilt but I respectfully ask that flaming and such are kept to the religous forums where people may call me whatever they wish for being a bible basher with attitude :D
In return I will not mention religion here in any form, I would just like an opportunity to express some creative ideas which I will be delighted to discuss within the context of human creativity.

Thanks very much.

C20 :m:

This little story I wrote to define my feelings on relationships. There is such a complex mix of emotions in any relationship, I really wanted to pick out the highlights and lowlights on what I personally felt about it.

Once there was a man with a little box. He guarded the box with all his might because he knew that if it were taken from him, the pain would be too much to bear as he had come to love that little box so much. To go outside was his worst fear, because outside he knew there were robbers and evil men who would take his little box away from him.
One day a lady came to this man's door and knocked three times. The first knock made his heart jump, the second knock and his hand was covering the little box, the third knock and he shouted "Who goes there?"
"It is only I" said the lady from the other side of the door.
"Are you friend or foe?" cried the man
"Friend" replied the lady outside the door
"Are you sure?" pleaded the man.
"I am" replied the woman softly
"But how shall I know?" cried the man
"You will have to trust me" said the woman
The man was mighty afraid because of the little box in his hand. If the woman at his door was lying she might see his little box and fancy it for herself!
"How can I trust you?" asked the man
"How can I trust you?" retorted the woman "You are obviously hiding something!!!"
"I am not hiding anything!" lied the man
"Well open the door then!" commanded the woman
"I cant" said the man
"Why not?" said the woman
"I cant tell you" said the man
"Why not?" said the woman
"Because it's a secret!" said the man
"Well just dont tell me then!" said the woman
"But you will see it" said the man
"See what?" replied the woman
"It" said the man
"What is 'it'?" asked the woman
"I am not telling you" said the man
"Ok" said the woman "I am going now"
"Please dont go" said the man "You said you were my friend"
"But friends share everything" said the woman "And you are hiding something"
"I will show you" the man rescinded as he opened the door
"But that's just a little box!" cried the woman as he held it out to her
"But look inside" said the man "You will see it's more than that"
"It's a ring!" cried the woman, delight in her eyes, "A beautiful golden ring!"
"Would you take it?" asked the man suspiciously
"Why yes!" she cried with joy

A Poem about Philosophy

I love to think
about the things
that make me cry and make me laugh
the smiles are held in one hand and the tears are in the other
I hold one up, I put one down
I swap them round and round and round
I put them down and play a note
upon the piano keys
black and white it's all the same
let's make sweet harmony
I love to think
about the things
that make me laugh and make me cry
the smiles are held in one hand and the tears are in the other

Thoughts on Eroticism

Hair, golden, long
Pink lips, sweet smile
Eye
lashes
Where else can I go for this?
Slave to the pleasure
I choose this

Just a random story from the grey slush stuff ...

Once there was a boy who liked cucumbers. Every day he would take a fresh new cucumber and chop it into bits. He would take the cucumber cubes out into the street in a shiny brand new bowl and offer the tasty green chunks to the other children but they all just turned their noses up in disgust.
"Who want's that nasty green junk" snarled one boy, "take it away from under my nose! It is gross!!! Yuk! Gross!"
The Cucumber Boy was upset but he did not show it instead he patiently moved along offering his bowl as he went.
One day as he was offering the little cucumber pieces around, a big girl that he had not met before came over to him and said "What's that stuff?".
"This" replied the boy, "This is cucumber and it is delicious"
"Delicious?" enquired the girl, "They don't look very tasty"
"But they are free!" pleaded the Cucumber Boy.
"Free or not" said the girl, "The thought of putting a little slimy green piece of slime in my mouth is horrendous!"
"Don't think about it then" said the boy helpfully, and the big girl gingerly put her hand in the bowl. "Go on then" encouraged the boy, "Try a piece!"
The girl put a small piece to her lips, whincing as she went, but to her suprise, that nasty thing, the thing she once depised, tasted good and fresh and wholesome, in fact it was quite nice.
The next day, there was two of them, handing out those pieces. This time everybody took a piece and upon each face was a smile. Now every child that's in that street brings out a tiny bowl and theres a smile upon each face. The Cucumber Boy is happy 'cos now everybody knows, the wonder of the cucumber, that smell right under your nose :)

poem on poverty

I saw a man with a scarf
wrapped around his face
the bitter chill, the icy blast
his anger i could taste
the clothes upon his back
were all that were his own
no wife to call alas alas
on some non-existent phone
The envy burned bright bright red
As he looked into mine eyes
But when I saw the state of him
It came as no suprise!
Those two bright coals above that scarf
As dark as dark can be
"Look at me" he snarls at me
"See my poverty"

Poem On The Nature of Nature ...

The Wind, The Earth, The Water And Fire,
Came together and did conspire,
To build the largest funeral pyre.
They scratched their heads,
Looked to and fro,
Of Water, Fire said "Well she must go!"
Of Water, Earth said "No! She must stay, My wood will grow no other way!"
Of Wind, They said "You must come along and dance to our friend Fire's song"
So off they went about their task
To build that funeral pyre at last.

Poem about Books

Head in a book
It's all it took
To take me far away
Riding on the eagle's back
Into the bright noon day

That eagle was a wily one
She loved to twist and turn
Carried me to the highest heights
And places that did burn

Pictures, places, far away
Lands that time forgot
A war, a ghost, a universe
The pages never stop

Words by words the story turns
They never seem to end
But when it seems that end has come
Theres another spine to bend

The Inner Heart - A Photo (Another poem)

When the night has come in
The madness of the sun now subsided
The moon wanes and so I rest

The lake is calm
Bats fly around, a puff of black
A dog barks somewhere far off
I gaze at the moon in the water

I remember a time
I fished on that lake
With you by my side
I took a photo, the one in my hand

A Poem about Hallucinogens

The shaman's a madman
So everyone says
He always looks like
He's out of his head
But now the rains fallen
Those seeds start to grow
That shaman's a friend
He was never a foe!

Brain In A Jar - A Poem

I remember my joy
As the teacher brought out
The specimen promised
To this biologist devout

Last week it'd been sheep's eyes
That I'd cut with a blade
You should have seen the jelly
From that slice I had made

This week was different
Something better by far
This week our teacher
Brought a brain in a jar

My Wolf Dreams

Haunting
Eyes
Stare
Poised
Wild
Haunting
Taunting
Mocking
Daring
This little child
To make the first move
Daring
Staring
Whispering
"Now make the first move"

True Love - Untouchable - A poem

Wasn't it funny
Being afraid
Watching the storms
The loud noise they made

Though far out to sea
As we stood on the shore
Those storms looked so fierce
And the moon was no more

Do you remember the sparks
As the flint smashed the rocks
Do you remember the boats
That danced in the docks

Do you remember that look
As you looked at me
As we stood their in awe
As we stood by the sea

So much fear in our hearts
At the wonders we saw
As we stood their so frightened
Holding hands by the shore

Do you remember that time
A time from before
As we sung our song
Our final encore

The waves crashed down
With power and might
And took you away
Yes, taken from sight

You'd told me you loved me
And I'd told you too
Those storms cant destroy
This love I've for you

Poem - Video Games

At the end of the day when all's said and done
A boy is a boy and just likes to have fun
Out come the controllers, those modern day swords
Let's play for those bonus' , those hidden rewards

I'll strike you foul demon, should you get in my way
This is my game you know and I'll beat you this day
With stealth and with valour, I'll wager a war
On all those bad monsters with only this sword

The skill level's peaked now, my thumb is quite sore
It's late, its my bedtime, just time for one more
This mind once more focused, the control in my palm
I wade through those monsters and come to no harm

I can identify with "Brain in a Jar" - why is dissection so much fun? Although I did once have a teacher who took dissection too far - she did it without gloves!

Dark Witch Black Cauldron - A Poem

I still hear leaves rustling in our secret place
The alter of destruction, my shame, my disgrace
Those things I threw in that black pot
The things I knew that i should probably not
What of them, have they boiled, are they part of the brew
That evil conconction, that dark witches brew
Where did those things come from, were they plucked from the air
Those screams of small children that hide in despair
The poison, the trouble, Oh the pain that I've caused
The flotsom, the jetsam washed up on these shores
But I stand their and strive to hold this head high
Knowing all the time, that this dark witch must die

I can identify with "Brain in a Jar" - why is dissection so much fun? Although I did once have a teacher who took dissection too far - she did it without gloves!

I did love dissection. I remember pinning locusts to little cork boards and opening them up with tiny scalpels. They had this kind of yellow gloop inside them which me and a few friends would tease out of the carcass and make into a big yellow ball of gloop and then put it in some girls pencil case for fun.
They didnt find it funny though. My mate carried a rigor morticed rat around with it's paws and head just above the pocket of his shirt. Grossed the girls out really badly but that of course was why we did it ;)

I was lucky in Primary School, we got reasonably regular (about once a year) dissection demos, heart and lungs of a pig. Everyone always looked forward to dissections. Unfortunately, Physics students tend to do fewer dissections. :(

The Queen Of England - A Poem

I always feel sorry for the girl on the throne
She sits there so silent, so still, so alone
A million eyes on her, just all of the time
A wave of the hand, a cold glass of wine
It seems just so empty, to sit there and stare
One could venture 'pointless', it seems that unfair
So sad that one could have the whole world in ones hands
The ability to travel to see foreign lands
You see the great wonders, the world and his wife
Carrying that solitude does it cut like a knife?
I always feel sorry for the girl on the throne
She sits there so silent, so still, so alone...

Poem - Tents

Theres nothing quite like tents
Nothing at all.
So exposed, yet so enclosed
No theres nothing quite like tents

Build a camp fire, sing a song
Cook meat upon the grill
If you havn't done the tent thing
You should it's quite a thrill

I do hate setting tents up though
This part is quite a bind
All that hunting in the dark
For stakes I'll never find

And so now it's time to lay down
My sleeping bag my bed
No theres nothing quite like tents
When all is done and said

Music Teacher Within - A Poem

Clumsily I pick it up
The sum of my desires
That six stringed whore
That wayward girl
Of which I never tire
She stares at me with readiness
As patient as can be
Waiting for my fingers
To strum her joyfully
But fingers hurt and skin gets hard
As they slide along her length
The strings cut deep to make her song
Pain lends her music strength

Aniseed and Liquorice - A Poem

I want to thank the person
Who had that great idea
To take these two ingredients
And make a sweet appear!

Now I am not a greedy man
But this I'll have to say
I could eat those aniseed
And liquorice sweets all day!

The Wooden Bench - A Poem

It's always been just sitting there
As if it doesnt have a care
But many stories could it tell
As many as a wishing well!

I like it best when its half past three
School is out and so is me
I like to sit upon that bench
And think about just catching tench

But now I'm older I sit here still
Ignoring cries of "You'll catch a chill"
The rain beats down upon my head
This bench will be here when I'm dead.

Cosmic Flower - A Poem

Mystery, sweet mystery, a never ending mystery
Those stars, they are the witnesses to man's entire history
Oh those giant swirling forms of light, the dust, the gas, the power
They dance a dance of golden sparks, like one giant cosmic flower

Hey Dad! - A Poem

Hey Dad! What's with you today?
I've never seen your face this way!
Your eyes seem dark, your face is grey
They tell me that you are on your way

But what of train sets, kites and smiles?
And that time I helped you with those kitchen tiles?
So now you leave without a single farewell
But I'll remember your face and those stories you tell
I'll remember your laugh and that aftershave smell
I'll remember you grabbing me just as I fell
I'll take all these things and say my goodbyes
I'll never forget the love in your eyes.

Boring Zoo - A Poem

Theres snakes and theres lizards and spiders there too
All sitting there pretty in their snug little zoo
I watch them just waiting as predators must
Hoping the glass in their tank isn't bust
Hoping that spider is sealed well inside
Watching the snake eat the rat that just died
Whilst watching that rat, life stopped making sense
I'm bored of the zoo lets go fishing instead

Feeling creative yestaerday?

Feeling creative yestaerday?


Hehe, yes - they were all written on-the-fly. Thanks for taking the time to read some. I hope you enjoyed them :) I had great fun forging the words.

peace

c20

Family fun

She danced around
child to the left of her
child to the right of her
Come she said to her husband
Join us three
Come join is in our foolery
So he put down his tools
And joined those sweet fools
Now four of them dance in a circle

peace

c20

So the cucumber story was really about fellatio?

So the cucumber story was really about fellatio?

Explain what you mean? Art is viewed differently the whole world over. It is interesting to me why you would associate that particular story with fellatio.

Thanks

c20

Cucumbers are phallic.
Fellatio (or maybe gay sex) is oft viewed as gross.
But then you just gotta try it.
And it isn't so bad.
I dunno, I haven't tried it though, cause it seems really, really gross.

Cucumbers are phallic.
Fellatio (or maybe gay sex) is oft viewed as gross.
But then you just gotta try it.
And it isn't so bad.
I dunno, I haven't tried it though, cause it seems really, really gross.

Oh. Ok.

Have you tried it?

What performing fellatio? No of course not. I am a man silly! Men perform cunnilingus.
Did you not know I was a man? Perhaps I did not make myself clear enough? Sorry for the confusion :o

peace

c20

No, no, I was reefering to the gay sex part.
Ha ha, get it, reefering?

Cup With a Name on - A Poem

Here I am
Children to the left of me
Children to the right of me
Hot and bothered from their play
"Would you like a drink?" I ask
"Yes please" they respectfully say

So I take a tray of cups
On each cup, a child's sweet name
I fill those cups with water
For this is why I came

I watch them drink down deeply
I am pleased their thirst is done
"Thank you" they say politely
"My pleasure little one"

They hand me back the cup.
Their thirst is quenched today.
I wash the cup
And dry the cup
And put the cup away

I'm sure to take them out again
For this is why I came
I think about those little cups
On each a sweet child's name.

peace

c20

The Mouse and The Hawk- A Poem

She wakes up in a tiny hole
A hole within the earth
A tiny tiny creature
That one day will give birth

She'll love those tiny babies
That live and breathe like she
One day they too will leave her
One day they will be free

The hawk sits high up in her nest
Her eggs will hatch today
She spreads her wings, takes to the air
She swoops to catch her prey

The hatchlings screech for their meal
Sweet food will taste so nice
How clever of our mummy bird
To bring us tiny mice

peace

c20

No, no, I was reefering to the gay sex part.
Ha ha, get it, reefering?

Uh uh, gay sex sounds nasty to me obviously because I am straight. I'm sure it isn't nasty for gay people though. It must seem natural to them.

peace

c20

What's unnatural in it? Several species of animals do it. Including humans throughout the recorded history. Apparently it is natural = found in nature.

What's unnatural in it? Several species of animals do it. Including humans throughout the recorded history. Apparently it is natural = found in nature.


Then by the same token it must be natural for one to consider it unnatural such is the nature of duality. Us and Them. Natural.

peace

c20

Not really. We've seen no deer stabbing other deer to death because one were homos.
That's a human disfunction caused by such ridiculous things as morals, religions and such.

Not really. We've seen no deer stabbing other deer to death because one were homos.
That's a human disfunction caused by such ridiculous things as morals, religions and such.

Please. I have asked that such matters be constrained to the forums dedicated to such wrangling. I do not condone murder and never have for the record. Please do not yoke me to murderers.

Thanks

c20

ok, then as I understand ->
Then by the same token it must be natural for one to consider it unnatural such is the nature of duality. Us and Them. Natural.

Indeed

I think you've got deep seated homosexual issues, acid.
It's all over your writing. Like peering into a glass house.

I do like the first few poems on the second page. The rhyming is very nice to see in a poem. I don't get to read those kind on the net very often.

I do have deep seated homophobic issues. I agree with you. I try not to hide anything and so hopefully mine is a glass house.

I am pleased you liked some of my poems. It encourages me to write more :)

peace

c20 :m:

Roman you like rhyming in a poem, this lady is the best I've come across,poet and authoress Cynthia, Highsmith-Hooks.
you can find her here, http://www.chighsmithhooks.com/pages/1/index.htm and here
http://www.nubianmindz.com/members/cynthiahooks/cynthia.htm

Uh uh, gay sex sounds nasty to me obviously because I am straight. I'm sure it isn't nasty for gay people though. It must seem natural to them.

How do you know it wouldn't seem natural to you, if you tried it?


"The thought of putting a little slimy green piece of slime in my mouth is horrendous!"
"Don't think about it then" said the boy helpfully, and the big girl gingerly put her hand in the bowl. "Go on then" encouraged the boy, "Try a piece!"
The girl put a small piece to her lips, whincing as she went, but to her suprise, that nasty thing, the thing she once depised, tasted good and fresh and wholesome, in fact it was quite nice.

Do you think that people are indelibly stamped "gay" and "straight"?
Do you think that people are indelibly stamped "cucumber eaters" and "burger eaters"?

It wouldn't make sense for you to say "I'm a burger eater, not a cucumber eater!" Why can't we simply acknolwedge that people eat food, and leave it at that? Why the concern about particular foods?

Actually I agree. It's the same. Sex is sex no matter what sex is your partner. Deviding it into right/"natural" sex and wrong/"unnatural" sex seems pretty dumb.

Actually I agree. It's the same. Sex is sex no matter what sex is your partner. Deviding it into right/"natural" sex and wrong/"unnatural" sex seems pretty dumb.


Would you enjoy gay sex Avatar? Would it seem natural to you?

Please explain your answer.

Thanks

c20 :m:

How do you know it wouldn't seem natural to you, if you tried it?


Every time I have been propositioned by gay men, some instinct in me causes me to run away. I can only compare it to my phobia of spiders.



Do you think that people are indelibly stamped "gay" and "straight"?


I do not know.



Do you think that people are indelibly stamped "cucumber eaters" and "burger eaters"?


Again I do not know.



It wouldn't make sense for you to say "I'm a burger eater, not a cucumber eater!"


It wouldn't hurt though if someone was offering you both and the thought of cucumber made you puke ;) Better to be honest surely?



Why can't we simply acknolwedge that people eat food, and leave it at that? Why the concern about particular foods?

Because it's a matter of choice. We all make a choice about what we like and dislike. Somebody shouldn't be hated for disliking a certain food. My boy absolutely hates tomato sauce for example. If it is even on his plate he will refuse the whole meal.

peace

c20

Rise and Fall of a General - A Poem

A brave man he was
Everybody said so
Medals on his chest
A war hero

He sits in his chair
And watches the races
Anticipation
In the jockey's faces

Come on my son
He shouts at the horse
A General's lot
Is to win of course

Cigarette ash spills
Upon his lapel
He remembers his men
Who rose and fell

A general he was
And a general he will be
Cheering the horses
He loves horses you see.

peace

c20

Would you enjoy gay sex Avatar? Would it seem natural to you?

Please explain your answer.

Thanks

c20 :m:

I don't know, I've never tryed. Maybe.

If he was naturally attracted to males (in a gay or bisexual way) then yes, he'd naturally enjoy gay sex. Sexual orientation is natural.

But nobody does it better than a girl. :p

I'll second that.

Because it's a matter of choice. We all make a choice about what we like and dislike. Somebody shouldn't be hated for disliking a certain food.
Of course... I just find it interesting that you posted the cucumber parable, yet seem to live a different message? I don't think it's reprehensible in any way... just interesting.

The children in the cucumber story were honest about their dislikes, yet the cucumber boy kept offering... Now every child that's in that street brings out a tiny bowl and theres a smile upon each face. The Cucumber Boy is happy 'cos now everybody knows, the wonder of the cucumber, that smell right under your nose

peace

Hi,

But nobody does it better than a girl.

I'll second that
How do you know?
Have you made the comparison?


(Not judging, just curious)

Of course... I just find it interesting that you posted the cucumber parable, yet seem to live a different message? I don't think it's reprehensible in any way... just interesting.

The children in the cucumber story were honest about their dislikes, yet the cucumber boy kept offering... Now every child that's in that street brings out a tiny bowl and theres a smile upon each face. The Cucumber Boy is happy 'cos now everybody knows, the wonder of the cucumber, that smell right under your nose

peace

This is an excellent point.
However in my experience, children are fickle. Whilst my son hates tomato sauce now, one day he will probably like it. For example when he is standing in the chip shop and all his mates are asking for a sachet of tomato sauce. He might feel 'left out' and when his mate turns round and says "How can you not like tomato sauce" he might say "Oh go on then I'll have a sachet. I will try it" or he might say "Seriously the taste makes me sick. I do not know why but it does."
You cannot blame the mate trying to persuade him to try something he loves. I tell you the truth. My son has never ever eaten tomato sauce so how does he know really?
And I am not talking about tomato sauce here. I am talking about something much nicer that tomato sauce. I am talking about cucumbers :)

peace

c20 :m:

Impass - A short story

As the night drew in, Marcus looked at his watch. Another day gone and still no phonecall. What was the point? If she did not phone then he could not tell her how sorry he was. He had often thought about phoning her but he knew she would take it as a sign of defeat and after all it took two to have an argument didn't it?
The impass was killing him. He loved her with his whole being but the argument had hurt him. He knew she was hurt too. They had both been hurt by the argument.
Marcus mused on this as he sat on his little leather stool looking out towards the city. He knew she loved him. She had said so. He knew he loved her. Being apart from her was killing him. So what was the enemy that held them apart? Marcus thought back to his words that fateful night. He had seen her looking at another guy. He had seen the smile that the guy in the bar had shown her and it raised a beast in him. He had taken her by the arm and said "Hey, what the hell are you doing???"
"What the hell are you talking about?" she had retorted, pulling her arm away sharply as she said it.
"That guy!" Marcus had said. "Dont play innocent with me, I saw you"
"You are nuts" Chloe had said and with that she had stormed out of the bar.
Marcus remembered standing their as he watched her leave, he remembered leaving his drink and going after her, he remembered the taxi pulling away. That was four nights ago and no word.
The telephone sat there in silence mocking him. The city lights outside his apartment window sang a sirens song "Come my sweet love, look at me, come on out and discover my pleasures!" but Marcus was not going to be drawn in. He loved Chloe with all his heart. He just wanted her back.
"She is so damn stubborn!" he thought to himself but a little voice chirped up "Just like me."
Marcus snubbed the little voice and reminded himself of the look between his girlfriend and the guy at the bar. It seemed like such a big deal at the time. It had enraged him. The thought that some guy might even think he had a chance with her; and she had returned that smile, she had been flattered by it. He had seen it.
"Guilty!" came another voice stronger than the others, "She does not love you. She saw you were jealous and she left. Guilty!"
Marcus considered this. Even if it was true, he still loved her, couldn't bear this impass, it was killing him.
It was then that the phone rang. "Are you ok?" she said quietly
"I am now" he said, "Sorry for making you run off like that. I was stupid. Sorry, just got jealous, that guy you know?"
"I know" she said, "But you are silly! I love you so much. I was hurt that you didn't trust me."
"I know" he said, "Please lets forget it? It has been unbearable without you."
"I've missed you too baby"
"Tonight?"
"Your's or mine?"
"I'll come to you"
"Come soon"
"I will"
"Love you"
"Love you to"

The End

A Moment Before the Funeral - A Sketch

Andrew fixed his tie as his dad had shown him. The dad he was going to bury today. The dad he was going to say goodbye to for the last time; the dad who had already left him; the dad that had left him six days, thirteen hours and forty two seconds ago by his watch.
Andrew's shoes, black but scuffed at the toes seemed out of place with the rest of the funeral suit with it's sharply defined ironed seams and starchy smell. "Just like me" thought Andrew as he looked at those shoes. "I feel out of place" he whispered into the air.
"Come along Andrew, the car is here!" came that familiar but disciplinarian voice of his mother; "Tell me you are ready please!"
"Coming" Andrew said, barely a whisper. "Wish dad was here" he thought to himself.
"Come on son" came a voice inside of him, "Don't make your mother late!"
Andrew smiled. "Ok dad" he thought, "I am coming!"
"Look at the state of those shoes!" said his mother upon seeing him. "You are just like your father. He never polished his shoes either. Too late now, the car is waiting outside. We will be late."
"Yes mum" said Andrew and as he opened the door for her, a look passed between the two of them which said "Life goes on eh? Yeah, life goes on."

The end

peace

c20

The Match - A Short Story

The heat of the St Tropez sun was delicious. There was something about the south of France that made Eric very happy. Perhaps it was the pistachio ice cream that was sold everywhere, or the boats in the docks that bobbed up and down joyfully in the azure blue waters. Whatever it was, Eric was very happy to be here.
The caravan site they were staying at was packed with tourists of all ages and their were lots of kids for Eric to make friends with. Making friends was always a bit scary but here all the kids seemed happy just to kick a ball to you and say "Come on, wanna play mate?"
Today a few of the boys were knocking a ball about on the grassy area dedicated to such games. The grassy area had been nicknamed 'The Rec' by the English kids who were used to having recreation grounds back home and for Eric it was a taste of home.
French kids from northern provinces and English kids were gathered here on holiday and today was the day of the football match. France vs England. The sides were chosen. Eric was picked to be in goal as he had quite clearly demonstrated a talent in this area during previous kick-abouts. Hans, a German boy on holiday agreed to referee the match since he was bound to be impartial to the outcome.
The sides were a little uneven, there were nine French lads and eight English lads taking part but no one wanted to sit out and so the sides stayed as they were for the sake of peace.
Hans made the English and French captains shake hands and then flipped a German coin he had had in his pocket. The English captain won the toss and the ball was placed on the centre spot.
The game was heated and Hans had much work to do to keep the game on track. The English lads were bullish and depite being short a man, were running rings around the French side even with their extra player. Goals were not coming easily though, the French side had an ace up their sleeve in their goalkeeper. Phillipe Marchent was the boys name and if the guy didn't end up really playing for his country, Eric would have been suprised. No matter what the English boys threw at Phillipe, he could stop it with no trouble at all. The English lads became frustrated. It was easy to break down the French defence but scoring was nigh on impossible. The more frustrated they became with this situation, the more mistakes they started to make and it was not long before the French side had the upperhand.
Then the inevitable happened. The most dominant player on the French team, a lad named Jean Chartuese broke through the strong English defence and was on his own bearing down on Eric's goal. Eric watched the ball and the leg that was steering it, waiting for the strike. Jean struck that ball with all his might and Eric flew to his right to prevent that ball from crossing the goal mouth but he was too late. The French had scored. Cheers went up from the French supporters and Hans signalled that the goal had been scored in the dying seconds of the game.
All the lads shook hands and Eric went up to Phillipe the French goalkeeper and said, "You did well mate. Really well"
"Thank you" said Phillipe, "You guys were unlucky. Really unlucky"
"Maybe next time" said Eric
"Maybe" said Phillipe.

The Science Exam - A Short Story

A head full of textbooks and a sick feeling in John's stomach was all John had that morning. This was it. The exam. Three years of study came to a conclusion today and he felt sick, felt like he could remember none of it whilst he felt his head was crammed full of it and nothing else at the same time.
Chemistry, John's chosen subject, he didn't even know why he had picked chemistry. Why had he picked chemistry? Was it the bubbling fizzing liquids that popped and banged, was it the images of the mad scientist on a hundred kid's cartoons? He didn't know and it didn't matter because today his knowledge was about to be put to the test.
The exam hall was filled with familiar faces. Students he had worked with over the three years. There were some real chemists among them. Real intelligent guys and girls who were going to coast this. John didn't feel to confident and the sickness plagued him as he sat down, the exam paper facing downwards in front of him.
John wished he knew what it contained. Would he know the answers? Were there trick questions in there? Would he trip up? Would his mind go blank? The sickness bit into his soul. This was time to see what the last three years had taught him.
"You may turn your papers over now!" said the examiner sternly and loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear. There was a rustle of papers and then three hours of silence.
When the results came, John was pleased. He hadn't failed. All that work had paid off.
John began work as a chemist for a pharmaceutical company on a fairly low wage as a graduate but soon worked his way up the ladder through determination and drive until he was eventually put in charge of some rather large secret government projects concerning damage limitation which would be needed if the increasing threat of chemical warfare from terrorists actually ever came to fruition.
John was pleased with his chosen career. He was glad he sat the exams. He was giving back to the country that had educated him and he was proud to call himself a countryman.

The end

Poisons - A Poem

I heard the world say
"Keep away"
And so I searched it out

I heard the world say
"Do not touch"
And so I touched

I heard the world say
"You will die"
And I did not

I heard the world say
"You are dead"
And I am not

I heard the world say
"You are mad"
And I am not

I heard the world say
"You are evil"
And I am not

I heard the world say
"You are"
And I said "I am c20H25N3o"

peace

c20

Sweet Heart of A Child - A Poem

I stood and watched the children play
Such a lovely sight to see
When another child appeared
With the loveliest golden puppy

The children turned and stared at her
And looked down at her pet
The dog looked up and wagged its tail
The scene before me set

"Would you like to stroke my dog?"
The little sweatpea said.
"No.We hate you and your dog!"
The other children said

The little girl looked saddened
But her puppies tail did wag
"Go away.We are playing other games..."
"...like run and hide and tag!"

"Can I play too?" asked the little girl
"My dog will be good as gold"
"But he'll sniff out all our hiding holes"
Said one child strong and bold.

"If I take her home can I play?"
The sweet child offered up
"Oh let them stay" another said
"It's just a little pup"

I stood there a little puzzled
At the girl with the golden pup
Amazed at her persistence
Why hadn't she given up?

But then as I watched the scene unfold
Those children hard at play
I smiled towards the heavens
With nothing else to say



peace

c20

I heard this and I thought it was quite cool

"If you cannot go under it and you cannot go around it and you cannot go over it, you had better just go through it"

I like that.

peace

c20

Divorce - A Poem

It started with a look;
A look that said "Hi there",
A look that said "Yes".
We held hands and smiled,
And wandered here and there.
Through gardens we roamed,
By rivers we sat,
Our hands only parting,
To point at the wonderful things we saw.
I was happy, so happy with you,
I would brush your hair
As we sat in our room,
On our bed of white satin sheets.
My heart was open,
Not hiding a thing.
You saw me completely!
You were my queen
And I were your King.
But you saw my weakness
And my weakness was you
Your strength was keeping
These fires lit for you.
But you saw your strength
And stood on your own
Said "I do not need you, now that I have grown"
"But please" I begged with all of my heart
"I thought we had love, sweet love from the start?"
"My love is so pure" she said, "it stands on its own"
"What need I for man now my love is full grown?"
And so she began divorce proceedings that day
Nout I could do and nout I could say.
I see her sometimes looking down at her feet
Something so sour was once so so sweet.


peace

c20

Hey, c20, I found one for you! :D

http://plif.andkon.com/archive/wc258.gif

funny in its context :D

Ask For The Bride - A poem

Each heart wears a name
Like a veil on the face
Of a beautiful bride
What of mine?

Can I take it away?
Can I lift up that veil?
Can I kiss those fair lips?
Can I say "I do"?

Can I give you my name?
Will you see it as shame?
Marraige you see
Is never a game.

Who should I ask
For your beautiful hand?
Who will permit you
To take this poor man?
To be my wife?
For the rest of this life?
Who should I ask
But your father?

Will he judge me not worthy?
Will he scorn my intent?
Will he revile my name, my family pride
Will he say my love for you
Is nout but a lie?

Will he hate me because
He knows I love you?
Will he hate me because
I take you away?
Will he love me because
I love you?
Say "I do"
Say "I do"

And now I lift the veil from your face
Your father watches proudly
No shame no disgrace
I kiss your lips, you return my advances
Our eyes meet in one of love's sweet trances

Now our hearts bear a name
The same name as I
Two hearts as one
Our love never dies

Our children all carry
The same name as us
Your mother does pet them
Yes she does like to fuss
Your father is proud
As proud as can be
His love blesses us all
Eternally.




It is my song.

What's unnatural in it? Several species of animals do it. Including humans throughout the recorded history. Apparently it is natural = found in nature.

Seems unnatural to me personally. The chances of me choosing same gender sexual relationships are zero. I guess I must be one of Nature's little anomolies :m:

c20

Good Chemistry - A Poem

Head down,
Glasses on,
Check another list.
Cross checked,
Data logged,
The little vial is kissed.

Food For the Stomach - A Poem

Feed little piggies
Suck on that sow.
Now stop little piggies
Your fat enough now.
You'll roast in my oven
I'll hold a great feast.
I'll invite Donald Watson
But he'll think I'm a beast.
I'll invite Paul McCartney
To come chew the fat
But he would not step over
My large welcome mat.
I'll invite Alicia Silverstone
She'll wear something nice
But she'll turn down my fodder!
No lentils no rice!
I'll invite that Bob Dylan
He's sure to come
But he heard 'bout the piggy
And now he's no fun.
This sad lack of guests
Is making me flustered
Forget vegetarians
Just pass me the mustard.

Great poems and stories, c20. I like all of them. Have you had any published? If not, you should try. I can relate to all of them in one way or another. Especially the one entitled "Impass." Liked the one about Dad too and the one about your wolf dreams. Like you, I am another anomaly too, I guess. As a guy, the thought of sex with another guy disturbs me.