http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/MAY THE FARCE BE WITH YOU!hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/330547Contemplate: A lewd tome If the tome is split in half, then the verse refers to me allusions aside, i won’t be re: nude like a book you peruse, abuse, and choose to discard like so much refuse as you accuse me—Mr. E.— of “Goat-ism”http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/329935I call out in desperation for a fighting chance at peace; I feel your disapprobation increase. Don’t deny the curse you laid upon my head as upon stone wheat bread I fed. Rehearse the verse you recite by heart as upon the basis of a false start I craft my art. If this be music to your ears, may...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/318015Mother, may I call your name? Do I merit all your blame? Have I abandoned sense and sight out of my need to be right? I’m at your beck and call. You are my wrecking ball. I’m chained, pillar to post. I’ve got no reason to boast. So I declare, as I gulp and swallow that my sense of humor is...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/317266From Halloween to Boxing Day And all those pesky days between The leaves blow down like elves at play And mess up all my lawn, so green. If old Saint Nick could do one thing, Just one thing for this simple man, I’d ask him for an early Spring Instead of winter’s dying plan!http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/316119If the farce is not with you, then the laughter is probably canned; truer words are often falsified: unpublished books are banned. Sadly, the bad writer fails to see the souls his public craves are not the ones he pens, and prophet-like he raves for pleasure and for pain, in penury and loss:...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/315290Is heaven a myth or a fable? Hit the Homer! Odysseus, or are you blind? If the wordplay doesn’t suit you, may your humor or less remain kind of refined as a pure mind. I would not mind if you laughed at the point I failed to make. But if you mistake these lines for a posture, impish and mute, I...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/246988Shortly we see, Though long forgotten saws Cut through the fog With the ragged imprecision of a myth Alternately, red blood and white wine Appear to stain our fine lace Round teal table cloth Stale is the bread That we reach across A vista of years There in the idle wind Blows a sacred thought...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/90134I WANT IT!!!! I got it but you ain't got it – yet! But you soon will have it! Beause you're in here with me… listening to my every thought! This is a rhapsodic rant: Prepare to be invaded. The Normans are on the beaches--nor "man" nor "woman" can stop them now! We all want a secluded spot, like...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EBB.AND.FLOW400/74837In a galaxy far far away on the ninth planet from the erulliaM sun, there lived a creature that was neither male nor female but both—either actually—depending upon what month of the year it was. S/he was known as arE tacA. Of course, this planet had a special method of reading (from left to...