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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose: Run the Rum Kegs

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose. Tuesday, February 10, 2009. Run the Rum Kegs. Run the rum kegs into my berth and locker,. I’ll be hiding them for a cold day. What’s that you say? One has cracked near the stopper,. Break out the mugs lad! It’ll not waste away! The boat tilts and you slide to the rail. The boat rocks you and knocks you around. The boat heaves and you’re grabbing the pail,. But we’ll finish the rum ‘fore we run her aground! 8220;I was on watch when the storm began raging.

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose: Faith

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose. Tuesday, February 3, 2009. I don't believe nor have I seen. A reason to believe. When I count one, then add just one,. It's two, not more, you see? And yet I'm told by those who've "seen". That "more" exists, somewhere. And two is never quite enough. Nor the process even fair. It discounts my feelings! Is the cry,. The logic is cold, detached.". Facts cannot be truly known. And I'm certainly sure of that! But my world is just THE WORLD, it seems.

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose: The Poet...

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose. Thursday, May 7, 2009. Poetry, prose and a punch in the nose. All have the power to pause one. Or cause one to stop and think for a bit;. Recover from the hit. I give you Poe for your perusal. Is he a left jab, or what? The bells, bells, bells, bells keep ringing. Til one's brain is fairly singing. To the rhythm of his verse. He lifts you up with pathos. Of all the darker things. Poe plummets us down to the depths. Sets us up with the left.

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Crash Cribbage: Jul 21, 2007

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Welcome to the Crash Cribbage revolution! Crash Cribbage: The Basic Play. OBJECT OF THE GAME. The object of the game is to peg 121 points before anyone else. Points can be. Scored by making combinations of cards in keeping with traditional Cribbage rules. Points can also be earned (or lost) through the “crashing” of pegs (see “PEGGING”. Crash Cribbage can be played by 2,3 or,4 players. 2 players: Each player is dealt 6 cards and throws 2 cards to the crib. Starting arrows to indicate the direction around...

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose: My Spirit is Free

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose. Thursday, April 2, 2009. My Spirit is Free. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Quent Cordair Fine Art. The Poet's Link List. New York Heroes Society. The Harry Binswanger List.

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose: Life

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose. Monday, January 19, 2009. The meaning of life? Is a question oft heard,. But what is the meaning of "life" the word? Life for the average living thing. Is a series of actions required to sustain. The process of life itself. a bit mundane,. But there's more, much more,. As I'm sure you must know. So, on with it, what is "life" for a man? A man's not like other life forms, understand. Where other life adapts, He creates and makes change. Quent Cordair Fine Art.

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose: Reprint of "Iraq: A Poetic Profile" by Joe Kane

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose. Thursday, March 19, 2009. Reprint of "Iraq: A Poetic Profile" by Joe Kane. FRIDAY, OCTOBER 08, 2004. Iraq - a poetic profile. Your head lies hard on the gravestone of your past. As the boot of the West bears down upon your neck,. Even as its hands try to heal you. A corruption runs fever through your twitching flesh. Limbs flailing against each other,. And like rabid and cannibalistic lepers. Twist off whole rotting chunks. Slow your choked and ragged chant.

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose: Heaven on Earth

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Poetry, a Punch in the Nose and Random Prose. Sunday, January 25, 2009. Forget and erase tales of rainbow's end,. Unconditional love and leisure without end. Instead look for that, which truly does fill,. Our minds and hearts with a virtuous thrill. Search for the puzzles that tax your wit. Clash with foes who'll keep you fit. Use brain and backbone, be constantly striving. To better yourself; keep pushing, keep driving! Learn to enjoy that, which truly does cause. Reflect and remember and be prideful of.