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DiggableHippy49

Neighbors (part 2) Only The Birds Understand

King Doobie and his psychedelic band we call Funk,
Dig, all of them were hippies,
Except of the monk,-
Lonesome lovers and their lustful needs,
All married bourbon and their children were weed,-
Forgotten moments flow out our minds,
As we gathered in a tepee and smoked us some kind,-
The Doobie King became one of those stars (roar of the crowd),
The peyote seemed to blow him that far!,
(Wow, that's far out, man!),
Yeah, far out into space,
His eyes glowed!- He had no face!,-
The medicine man spoke of his dreams,
But, only the birds understood,
As they sang it in the trees,--

Heartfelt moments in our inner warfare scene,
Tarot cards and fine machines,-
A mental disturbance at the local lunatic house,
Between a lonely man and this hot looking nurse (ugh),-
Stranger sounds from padded walls,
But, only the birds above can hear their calls,-
Warlocks and witches,
Dressed in white,
Frolic the halls in the dead of night?!,
Could that be more frightening,
Than the Orange Sunshine?,
As the LSD stays in flight,-
The voodoo woman spoke of their dreams,
Only the birds understand,
As they sing it in the trees,--

(The sounds of birds are singing in the background diminishing as the sound of a cuckoo bird raises higher, then fades)
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
Written 3-9-1997, before Neighbors, I found that this would be a good conclusion to it by a two-part song. Part one, hard and heavy metal style and part two, more "acid" rock, mellow style with more different instruments involved. Perhaps like a portrait painting with an abstract psychedelic background. Did works like that back in college majoring in art. Blew some people's minds! lol
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DiggableHippy49

Well Maybe Not

I am the story that they'll tell!,
Made of pain!,
Spit out of Hell!, -
On my way!,
Thought you already knew?!,
Yeah, who I am?!,
I might be you?!, ---

-"Well, maybe not?!",
"Because you seem to feel things!" ---

(puh, puh, puh, puh, puh,)
Pushing on!
Wearing that smile?!,
It's you or me, babe?!,
Let's see who walks out of here alive?!, -
To be alive!,
What thrill is that?!,
Yeah, who to live for?!,
Is that a fact?!, ---

-"Well, maybe not?!",
"Because you seem to love things!" ---

(woo, woo, woo, woo, woo,)
Willing to survive!,
On these cold, hard streets!,
People step to the side!,
When they see you or me!, -
And the story that they'll tell!,
And about me they'll say?!,
As poor Hell got lonely!,
And wanted me back to play!, ---

-"Well, maybe not?!",
"Because you seem to need things?!",
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Posted: Jan 15
About this poem:
Wrote this one 1-15-2024. This one is a straight push and shove Metal song! Maybe see some of you folks in the mosh pits?! lol Until then
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Israelis122

My Battleship USS Missouri 1945 Part-3

1. Alien Race had admitted they had probed my sisters mind and my mind much more further.
I had asked "just why?"
They said, "We had found something in both of your minds that you both did in common at different times in your lives."
I said, "And what is that?"
They said, "your earth calls this place Library."

2. "We sent some numbers of our people to your earth library, sent our people to look like earth people."
"While a number of our people were reading your library books, we found lots of vital information we had copied in our special abilities, these areas we had decided to copy your earth calls them careers."
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Posted: Mar 2
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DK1001

Star Trek: Pronouncing Danger!

Chekov: “kaptain sensors indicate a wessel approaching”.

Kirk: “a what?”

Chekov: “it is arming veapons!”

Kirk: “what is?”

Chekhov: “the wessel kaptain!”

Kirk: “what’s a wessel?”

(A frustrated Chekhov points to the screen).

Kirk: “Jesus Chekhov it’s an enemy ship RAISE SHIELDS!”

(The Klingon bird of prey fires a torpedo taking out the enterprises shields and weapons).

Kirk: “damn it Chekhov why didn’t you warn us. We’re dead in space!”

Spock: “Captain I believe he did”.

Kirk: “did what?”

Spock: “informed you of the approaching vessel”.

Kirk: “he said wessel”.

Chekhov: “yes kaptain wessel an approaching wessel!”

Kirk: “what's a Wessel?”.

(Spock raises a brow as Chekov begins to write it down!)

End scene
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Posted: Jul 2020
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candykid

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I'll tell you a story I know to be true…
How do I know it?....I’ve lived it, have you?...
‘Poet’ would rhyme here, though it's so abused…
‘Know it,’ it's worse,....context is misused…

Confused yet? Good,.... All excuses refused...
Produce what reduces profuse said abuse...
Deduce what’s produced, now tell me the truth…
Confused again? Better…. I need not your proof…

Most write what is right, it's straight from their hearts…
In part, ‘the reasons,’.......I won't even start…
If not so why would I say what I mention?...
Some write for the process, some write for attention….
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Posted: Apr 2020
About this poem:
Simple thoughts....No comments will be accepted.
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DK1001

Star Trek: The Scenes that didn't make it to the big Screen

‘THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG’


(Kirk is in a state of panic. The ship has run out of eggs after Scotty set fire to the chickens after his barbeque exploded.

Kirk: “bridge to Scotty”.

Scotty: “woot as at noo sar?

Kirk: “eggs Scotty eggs. You know damn well I never face a day on this ship without my omelettes”.

Scotty: “am doin ma best captain. Ai qannot squeeze aggs oot ma arse sar! Why qant ya replicate yar omelettes?”

Kirk: “if I wanted to eat eggs with no taste I would of made you chef!”

Scotty: “da away crew will be bawk with chickens soon”.

Kirk: “did you say bawk as in chicken?”

Scotty: “captain I dunno wut ta say ya have me walkan on aggshells”.

Kirk: “eggshells? Are you taking the piss Montgomery Scott?”

Spock: “captain perhaps you should sit down”.

Kirk: “give me one reason I should Spock?”

Spock: “perhaps an eggsample?”

Kirk: “can everyone stop saying words with egg in it!”

Bones: “damn it Jim calm down before you eggsplode!”

Kirk: “Christ will you all stop saying eggs!”

Spock: “captain your losing your composure. There’s a simple eggsplanation to your hysteria if you’d just let me eggsplain”.

Bones: “eggscuses eggcuses!”

Spock: “doctor you’re just egging him on”.

Kirk: “can anyone smell chicken?”

End scene
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Posted: Jun 2020
About this poem:
It is a play on Star Trek. I am a Hugh fan of Star Trek and Star Wars and Sci-Fi in general.
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Israelis122

Part-One: My Battleship USS-Missouri 1945

1. Captain Lock had ended-up on a battleship that was abandoned
somewhere far out at sea,
I went below several decks, I had found all these stacks
of diaries that had never made it to the publishers desk.
There were 2,600 diaries on this battleship.
Everywhere I had went on this battleship it was empty
of all humanity except for me.
I had took a walk into the deep forest mountain
I remember going through this huge patch of fog
I couldn't see through it, I don't know what happened next,
24-hours later I had woke-up on the USS-Missouri Battleship
of 1945.

2. Then I decided to go to the top deck I had looked around
on a lot of the equipment and I had found a year,
this battleship read: USS Missouri Battleship 1945.
The whole battleship had looked like it was brand new,
like it had never been used
but yet I had felt a ghostly presence on this battleship.

3. There was something very strange about this battleship
I kept hearing a humming noise,
not that of a humming bird,
it was a very different kind of humming noise.
So I had decided to follow this humming noise
I had went down 2-decks and the closer I had got
the louder the humming noise had become.

4. I had found the room where all this humming noise
was coming from when I had opened the door,
I kid you not it was an alien portal to another time.
As I got closer to this portal,
a voice had came out of this portal,
it spoke to me it said,
"because you're on this USS Missouri Battleship
it won't go anywhere until you give-it
a direct command in what year where you want to go."
So I chose Vernonia Lake Oregon
the year 2000 To park this huge Battleship,
in that water to float it's bottom.

5. That's where me and that USS-Missouri
battleship had ended-up, she looked like a brand new
battleship that had never been used at all.
I had time to find out just what this Alien Portal had done.
This portal had went back in time it had cloned.
a lot of battleships from earth's past.

6. Lots of people had come to visit
they had wondered how did a big battleship
end-up at Vernonia Lake Oregon year 2000?
I had found the ships P.A. System I had spoke to
all visiting parents with very young children
and parents with their teenagers.

7. I said, "I'm the captain of this USS-Missouri Battleship,
and please teach your children they to
can be the captain of their battleship."
"Tell them before leaving home after growing-up
keep a diary with you everywhere you go."
"Write down the good, the bad and the ugly
that's said and done around you,
and if it's directly directed at you."
"Mom and Dad tell them it's a very bad, ugly
eerie world outside of Mom and dad's home door."
"Can someone in this huge crowd of people
help me please get these 2,600 diaries published?"

The Web Address Below Preview:
"The School For Good and Evil."



1. Two Things: It has all almost all nations of women,
and there's no-racism in the entire movie.
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Posted: Sep 2023
About this poem:
1. All I can say is J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyers had inspired me write,
they've been my main role models in the fiction field.

2. J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyers had put their already learned
education to work for them, basically teaching and schooling themselves.

3. So I had taken their fine example: I chose to teach and school myself.

4. I refuse to tutor my best friends and I won't Pamper them
when I know they've had the same education as I had.
Concerning my best friends I have a message for them:
"I Have My Own Business It's Called Mind Your Own!"

5. For Christians that are born with an inborn talent from God,
the Savior will cast anyone including his own people into eternal outer darkness,
if they're found continuing-on keeping his fathers talent
buried in the ground, he had placed in that baby before
they were born. Matthew 25 The Parable of the Talents.

6. And goes for you rich Christians to.
Just because you have a lot of money that doesn't make you
your own God!
God isn't beneath no-one!
The same laws of God apply to all financial classes of men!
Deuteronomy 8

5. For years they've been throwing away all their time to the world,
and refusing to find out about their own skills that can best benefit them
to learn how to make something out of themselves.
I'm not going to do it for them!
When they decide to get off their own Lazy-Butts
and begin who they really are, then that's learning how to be
grown-up!
When you become a grown-up then you should discover
you're no-longer a baby that needs your hand held by Mom and Dad anymore!
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ladyjewel

He lives in my mind.

Hard, work roughened hands, interlocked with mine
Pulled into His chest, my Face resting against His heart, arms behind my back with His fingers still wrapped around mine.
My happy place, control and choice removed from me for a while.

My fantasy that I am not sure I will ever find.
He would have to be mentally stronger than me and know me.
Physically, older or around my age.
With the right amount of gentle respect and Dominance, to be able to receive submission without demanding.

He would also have to be real enough to one day touch me physically as well as mentally.
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Posted: Mar 11
About this poem:
Still a fantastic fantasy.
But I guess each relationship teaches you that maybe.
Always believe and maybe, the next one.
Maybe.
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Israelis122

Victory Outreach Church Of Portland

This Is Their "HISTORY."

1. Since 1991 our Ministry has provided faith-based recovery homes for men and women within the city of Portland and surrounding cities. We have been involved in helping individuals overcome and break the cycle of drug addiction, alcoholism, homelessness, gang, and domestic violence, through a comprehensive live faith-based approach. It is our Vision and Commitment to Reach, Teach, and Equip individuals with the essential tools and resources needed to live a positive and productive lifestyle. Our recovery homes offer a variety of classroom training, bible studies, prayer, and support groups to help our residents overcome their insurmountable problems one step at a time.

2. This Is Their "SERVICE."

• Housing/Food
• Transportation
• Counseling
• 12-Step Classes
• Anger-Management
• Bible Studies/Prayer
• Life Skill Classes
• Soft Skill Job Training
Many other services are provided to help them succeed.

This Is Their "RESULTS."

For those who complete our recovery home, we have seen a 45% success rate of staying clean and sober. Many have become missionary workers, rehab directors, and business entrepreneurs.

3. This Is Their "AFTER GRADUATION."

The men and women are encouraged to enter the Second level of our homes, which is called Re-entry. The purpose of this is to help them:
• Integrate back into our Community, Church, and Family
• Find Job Placement
• Support and Accountability
• Independence and Stability
We believe in working and holding the residents accountable until they feel they can stand on their own. Every year we help hundreds of men and women not only recover but reunite them back with their children and families.

This Is Their "PERSONAL INVITATION."

We ask you to prayerfully consider partnering with us to become a part of something great and rewarding. Let us together break the cycle of drug addiction, alcoholism, homelessness, gang, and domestic violence within our communities.
Any financial gift amount would be greatly appreciated and tax-deductible.

Tammy Beatty
Women's Home Director
(503) 498-1514

Alex Zafra
Portland Men’s Director
(503) 927-3514

1-A. My First Comment:

United States is the Modern Day "Sodom and Gomorrah."
Too many hundreds of years ago God had destroyed
the Middle-Eastern "Sodom and Gomorrah."
I think it isn't wise to build another Sodom and Gomorrah,
you will wake-up the genuine wrath of God.
According to [Revelations 22:18] God will drop more Viruses and more
plagues when scripture is broken out just like a window pain in a house.

When you break his Commandments: [Matthew 7:2]
he will turn around and break everything that you hold so dear.
He will always give u back the same measure that u had given to him.

2-A. My Ending Comments About This:

I was in the Victory Outreach Recovery Home For Men.
I Miss It So...It Felt Like I Was Visiting The Holy Land,
I Had Never Felt So Much Love In Their Church In All My Life.

This Is A Place Where You Will Learn How To Stop Putting
Your Foolishness To Work For You -- Psalms 38:5

3-A. My Final Ending Comment:

2 Chronicles 7:14 [King James Version]

14 "If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."

Ok, different nations of men all over the world,
I already know a number of you hate this God of ISRAEL.
If you look at this verse of scripture real close 2 Chronicles 7:14
God calls all nations "My People."

15. God Would Never Call All U Different Nations of Men,
"Immigrants and Refugees."
God's Son Had Never Once Called Different Nations of Men
"Immigrants and Refugees,"
America Is The Only Place In The World That Does That.
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Posted: Mar 13
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ManicCC

Fallen Defender

A mournful sky cries overhead
Soaking the streets of a life I once led
I am gone now ,all I am are my bones
Hidden beneath these funeral stones

Once I led a happy life here
Gone now, no more in my beloved Bendir
The Hawkins now with pride sing my name
They know how I died and they'd do the same

I accepted the burden to defend this land
I sold my life dearly at my final stand
If had more than but one life I'd lay it down again
For the Dales are my love and for it there's no blame

So mark you well this site where I now rest
Quell your sorrowful heart in your beating breast
You may weep because I had to fall
Just remember it took my love for it to matter ever at all.
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Another Song/poem from My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher.
This one needs a little explanation.
In the Fantasy world where Allwyn lived and died, he made his home in a small town Called Bendir, ( think medieval market town LOTR style, but with magic being more common place), located in Bendir Dale
The Hawkin Is a bit like a local Militia )combined peace keeping force and town guards) in the Dale, it is a Voluntary organisation dedicated to protect Bendir aid travelers along its dangerous roads, Also the actively seek out threats against the Dale and Bendir (Orc uprisings, Evil wizards, ect ect),
Members of the Hawkin are Called Defenders, Allwyn became Defender
This song was written By Allwyn as a tribute to one of his brothers in arms who fell in battle against a powerful foe In defense of the Town
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