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Posted on Jun 30, 2012 12:23:40 PM PDT
B. says:
A thought to ponder,

Black Hole
When there is a single thought that just keeps going round,
that draws all others in to it, then this rumination's bound
to form a singularity.
Others gravitate to the weight of this single thought
unable to escape despite knowing that they ought
to flee the singularity.
In spectacular collision two spiralling thoughts may create
a rare and fleeting fancy that might just avoid a fate
within the singularity.
It ascends. It aspires. It struggles against the pull.
To which it eventually succumbs. The all powerful
and consuming singularity.
Leaving just a single thought going round and round
bending all lighter thoughts to itself in a way that's bound
to perpetuate the singularity.
©Adam Rulli-Gibbs 2002 - 2006

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 12:28:51 PM PDT
Carolina says:
Lil D. Just go to Google and scroll down to Dirty Limericks. It's easier than zillzgorilla. . .. The first one is a martini limerick. Raunchy, but funny. Hendrix might like them.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 12:34:23 PM PDT
Carolina says:
That makes my day, B. Thought we were past not being able to talk politics or religion. Takes special people to do that. (:-) (:-,,,,,,,,,, (Hot as hades here today;old people beware!)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 12:43:48 PM PDT
twinny says:
Not so good to be honest B - home alone, and just saw the results of a hit and run accident outside my house.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 12:56:29 PM PDT
B. says:
Carolina, have we checked on Lil Devil age? She just may be too young for those bawdy limericks.'

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 12:58:59 PM PDT
B. says:
B, is honest, remember it was the B that posted the Boy Scout Creed. B, was a scout, always loved the outdoors. ;-);-);-)

Posted on Jun 30, 2012 1:28:16 PM PDT
B. says:
Along the Field as We Came By
  by: A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

 
Along the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
The aspen over stile and stone
Was talking to itself alone.
'Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
A country lover and his lass;
Two lovers looking to be wed;
And time shall put them both to bed,
But she shall lie with earth above,
And he beside another love.'
 
And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And overhead the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 1:30:39 PM PDT
twinny says:
Sorry B, I don't understand.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 1:57:19 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 30, 2012 1:59:21 PM PDT
Carolina says:
I think it means she died, but he finds another, but her time will come.

Of course the tree is a symbol of life.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:02:30 PM PDT
B. says:
Talking about honesty, aw forget it, B was experiencing a senior moment, it's 11:59, and time to refresh his batteries. Well, if you need anything, remember I'm only 4 hours away. ;-);-);-) Night.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:03:06 PM PDT
twinny says:
It was the boy scout comment I didn't understand Carolina.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:03:57 PM PDT
B. says:
The tree of life, a most beautiful symbol for life.:-)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:04:00 PM PDT
twinny says:
Sleep well B, :)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:07:04 PM PDT
Carolina says:
In years, maybe, B, but in soul I think not. If so, she should change her moniker. And I went to the top in Girl Scout, Mariner Scouts, and served on the Quarterdeck of our Mariner Ship "The Joseph Conrad" + served as a Cadette Leader when scouts became intergrated. So my word is beyond reproach. I have been all my life a lover of the outdoors.

Perhaps in another lifetime we'll spend some time there. KARMA.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:12:46 PM PDT
Carolina says:
Going backwards to catch up, I sometimes go astray, twinny, but in USA. a boy scout oath is the ultimate assurance of honesty. Then men grow up, but they do mean it at the time.

Was just trying to find out the name of your book!

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:13:42 PM PDT
Carolina says:
Absolutely, B.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:16:38 PM PDT
Carolina says:
But I'm not sure if you're old enough, B. Stay away from those limericks!

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:21:21 PM PDT
twinny says:
Oh, I see :) Well, B's honesty has never been in doubt, he calls them as he sees them! I suspect he has a touch of the Peter Pans, so maybe he's still honest :)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 2:47:12 PM PDT
Are those emoticons of encouragement, or disapprobation?

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 30, 2012 11:36:09 PM PDT
Oh, dear man. Your eyesight is awfully bad, isn't it. Here, try these on: 'O-O'

Now, let's see if you can tell how I'm feeling:

;( <------ Do I look mad or glad?

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 1, 2012 12:40:24 AM PDT
Ah! ;)

And for good measure: ;)

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 1, 2012 1:26:41 AM PDT
Silly boy! What can I do with you except:

{{Smooch}} {{Hugs}}

Posted on Jul 1, 2012 4:17:34 AM PDT
B. says:
she lay all rumpled, her left forearm had suffered a compound fracture, bone protruding slightly below her elbow. Both eardrums had been ruptured, blood had trickled down both jaw lines.These injuries were not in themselves fatal. But coupled with the concussion of the shells, she must have died instantly. Her small filthy white dress was mottled with red mud, and dried brown blood. She was by best estimate no more than 8 years of age. Her hair was as black as the feathers of a raven, her eyes from what I could see were entirely bloodshot from the effects of the shells blasts. She was barefoot. A Sgt. and our medic wrapped a cloth around her body. She was then moved to a clear area about ten meters from the road. Her location was then marked by a small white cloth flag. Someone, who I do not remember, read a passage from his bible. Our Lt. then gave the order for us mount up and move out. We had all witnessed death, and the carnage that he leaves behind, but seeing this child, moved a lot of strong soldiers to weep openly. Why, I kept asking myself were we here? What good were we doing? If WW2 was a war justified, this war was the act of Satan himself. Will I ever forget, never. Will I ever forgive our nation for what we did, never.

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 1, 2012 7:20:50 AM PDT
Carolina says:
Count on it, twinny.

Posted on Jul 1, 2012 10:12:23 AM PDT
B. says:
Twinny Twinny Twinny, or was it Jenny Jenny Jenny? Big smooch, enjoy your day, ;-);-);-)
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