The poetry content here at BP has suffered for far too long, and isn't going to take it anymore!
At Relantel's request I've added a 'Date Written' field to the poetry content type and took the liberty of updating his poetry with the correct dates. The default view of poetry content is now sorted by 'Date Written' with the newest content at the top.
I'm considering breaking up the poetry content type into the following fields:
Introduction (I notice most of your work is preceded by your introductions, explanations, etc.)
Poetry body (the poetry itself)
A freshly posted work, this is a rare soliloquy that rated an actual title, "Heroes or Skeletons in the Closet", originally simply known as Soliloquy #466. It appeared in the "Era VII" subset of Annotations of Life, which was subtitled "Findings". It was on Page 14 in the original WordPerfect file.
No matter where you go, there you are. - Unknown
The following work last saw the light of day appearing on Page 88 of the self-published compilation "annotations of life", sometime around 1994. The strangeness of it is that I don't play golf.
Poem tbd... 3.30.93-1 as temp candidate. The following appeared on page 89 of the self-published compilation annotations of life, likely sometime in 1994.
Obviously I have fallen off the rocker. From November 07-February 08, a span of 15 weeks, I posted weekly mostly old works of poetry every Tuesday. I intend on getting back on the rocker at some point, but I am unsure on what the regular frequency will be. I posted a single work almost a year ago, off sequence, but nothing since.
In the meantime, here is an offsite link to ones already on the web; I intend to cull the archives for previous works that have never been on the web for the new cyle material.
The Cold Within
Six humans trapped by happenstance
In dark and bitter cold
Each possessed a stick of wood--
Or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
But the first one held hers back,
For, of the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.
The next one looked cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And could not bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought
Of wealth he had in store,
News today of a law case started by Greek islanders from Lesbos (Lesbians) over the use of the word 'Lesbian' and the embarrassment they feel that this causes them globally.
"Remember Hulkamaniacs! Take your vitamins, say your prayers and oil up your daughters naughty place."Submitted by Buckymclachlan on Thu, 05/01/2008 - 04:19
No nooodz but you probably shouldn't view this at work.
For once, I post a fresh work, never seen before...