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Schools Out
2008-04-27 03:02:00 School's Out Alice Cooper Well we got no choiceAll the girls and boysMakin all that noise'Cause they found new toysWell we can't salute yaCan't find a flagIf that don't suit yaThat's a dragSchool's out for summerSchool's out foreverSchool's been blown to piecesNo more pencilsNo more booksNo more teacher's dirty looksWell we got no classAnd we got no principlesAnd we got no innocenceWe can't even think of a word that rhymesSchool's out for summerSchool's out foreverSchool's been blown to piecesNo more pencilsNo more booksNo more teacher's dirty looksOut for summerOut till fallWe might not go back at allSchool's out foreverSchool's out for summerSchool's out with feverSchool's out completely More About: Schools
Re: Everett Marina,Washington,USA
2008-04-26 06:12:00 This needs to be in the reflections theme this week on VFXY:-) More About: Washington , Marina
Re: Custer's Last Stand
2008-04-25 23:03:00 This WAS a bit scary. What in the world? More About: Stand
Re: Custer's Last Stand
2008-04-25 20:15:00 Wow very cool illustration to go along with a nice poem. More About: Stand
Custer's Last Stand
2008-04-25 16:14:00 'You Can't Buy Shoes in a Painting' by Jill OsierYou can't even buy a soda. You can only see these things, see a mother steer her son to the car, his head cocked licking his ice cream. Earlier, driving, trying to keep between two cornfields, I couldn't see myself into a map, couldn't be anywhere in it, though I knew all the patient states between us. Pigeons sit high on a mill's peaked roof, spaced even as beads. They can stand that close to each other, but looking at them you wouldn't know it. Would you. More About: Stand
Re: Pretty in Pink ll
2008-04-24 22:56:00 Beautiful colours! Very peaceful and refreshing image, good work! More About: Pink , Pretty
Re: Put Me In Coach
2008-04-24 22:53:00 Love the use of negative space in the sky - gives the image a wide open feel. More About: Coach
Re: Put Me In Coach
2008-04-24 19:10:00 I like the symmetry of the image and the dark sky that becames lighter - nice work More About: Coach
Re: Put Me In Coach
2008-04-24 16:53:00 Matthew, our youngest son is plays little league. This year my husband, John and oldest son, John are his coaches. Should be interesting:-) This is such a lovely place for a ball field. The sky looks very Spring like. Rains keep disrupting practices here and looks like it could be in your area too. A pleasant capture. More About: Coach
Put Me In Coach
2008-04-24 16:24:00 JOHN FOGERTY from 'Put me in Coach Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all - a moment in the sun;(pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!
Re: Back Seat
2008-04-24 09:58:00 A scene like after a burn-up, war, hold-up or I dont't know, the perfect chaos. More About: Seat , Back
Re: Back Seat
2008-04-24 07:01:00 I always wonder about the stories behind these kinds of images - the poem you posted is perfect... Thought provoking and visceral at the same time. More About: Seat , Back
Back Seat
2008-04-23 20:37:00 Factory by Charles Simic The machines were gone, and so were those who worked them. A single high-backed chair stood like a throne In all that empty space. I was on the floor making myself comfortable For a long night of little sleep and much thinking. An empty birdcage hung from a steam pipe. In it I kept an apple and a small paring knife. I placed newspapers all around me on the floor So I could jump at the slightest rustle. It was like the scratching of a pen, The silence of the night writing in its diary. Of rats who came to pay me a visit I had the highest opinion. They’d stand on two feet As if about to make a polite request On a matter of great importance. Many other strange things came to pass. Once a naked woman climbed on the chair To reach the apple in the cage. I was on the floor watching her go on tiptoe, Her hand fluttering in the cage like a bird. On other days, the sun peeked through dusty windowpanes To see what time it was. But there was no clock, Only the kn... More About: Seat , Back
Re: Pretty in Pink lll
2008-04-23 05:10:00 Heaven is a place on earth... and you've captured it. More About: Pink , Pretty
Pretty in Pink lll
2008-04-22 16:24:00 Everything Is Free by George Elliott Clarke Wipe away tears, Set free your fears: Everything is free. Only the lonely Need much money: Everything is free. Don’t try to bind The love you find: Everyone is free. Your lover’s yours — Surrender force: Everyone is free. The sun melts down, Spreads gold around: Everything is free. The rain is spent Lending flowers scent: Everything is free. The love you live, The life you give: Everything is free. More About: Pink , Pretty
Swingin'
2008-04-18 00:43:00 Shroud of the Gnome by James Tate And what amazes me is that none of our modern inventions surprise or interest him, even a little. I tell him it is time he got his booster shots, but then I realize I have no power over him whatsoever. He becomes increasingly light-footed until I lose sight of him downtown between the federal building and the post office. A registered nurse is taking her coffee break. I myself needed a break, so I sat down next to her at the counter. "Don't mind me," I said, "I'm just a hungry little Gnostic in need of a sandwich." (This old line of mine had met with great success on any number of previous occasions.) I thought, a deaf, dumb, and blind nurse, sounds ideal! But then I remembered that some of the earliest Paleolithic office workers also feigned blindness when approached by nonoffice workers, so I paid my bill and disappeared down an alley where I composed myself. Amidst the piles of outcast citizenry and burning barrels of ...
An Attempt at Spring
2008-04-15 20:20:00 Spring continues to fit and start in Washoington State USA More About: Spring
Road Report
2008-04-11 08:57:00 Road Report by Kurt Brown Driving west through sandstone’s red arenas, a rodeo of slow erosion cleaves these plains, these ravaged cliffs. This is cowboy country. Desolate. Dull. Except on weekends, when cafes bloom like cactus after drought. My rented Mustang bucks the wind—I’m strapped up, wide-eyed, busting speed with both heels, a sure grip on the wheel. Black clouds maneuver in the distance, but I don’t care. Mileage is my obsession. I’m always racing off, passing through, as though the present were a dying town I’d rather flee. What matters is the future, its glittering Hotel. Clouds loom closer, big as Brahmas in the heavy air. The radio crackles like a shattered rib. I’m in the chute. I check the gas and set my jaw. I’m almost there. More About: Road
Old and New
2008-04-10 05:35:00 Grass by Carl Sandburg PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— ; &nbs p; &nb sp; &n bsp; & nbsp; I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor: ; &nbs p; &nb sp; &n bsp; & nbsp; What place is this? ; &nbs p; &nb sp; &...
Brown Green Dry And Waiting
2008-04-08 04:37:00 Lake Entiat,Eastern Washington USA. Lyrics by Bruce Cockburn I love the pounding of hoovesI love engines that roarI love the wild music of waves on the shoreAnd the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soarsLove my sweet woman down to the core There's roads and there's roadsAnd they call, can't you hear it?Roads of the earthAnd roads of the spiritThe best roads of allAre the ones that aren't certainOne of those is where you'll find meTill they drop the big curtain Hear the wind moanIn the bright diamond skyThese mountains are waitingBrown -green and dryI'm too old for the termBut I'll use it anywayI'll be a child of the windTill the end of my days Little round planetIn a big universeSometimes it looks blessedSometimes it looks cursedDepends on what you look at obviouslyBut even more it depends on the way that you seeHear the wind moanIn the bright diamond skyThese mountains are waitingBrown-green and dryI'm too old for the termBut I&... More About: Green , Waiting
Jacob's Ladder (Devil's Version)
2008-04-06 04:03:00 Only so far up and down again... but you can always try to perfect your ascent....life lesson's at the playground.... More About: Devil , Version , Jacob
There In Back
More articles from this author:2008-04-05 05:21:00 Out in back of the local church in Metaline Falls, Washington USA More About: Back 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
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