[Pastor Al E Pistle]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

In catlick 'missions', if and when they serve food, it is invariably contaminated rice and a most sickening foul cut of fowl called "turkey tails" which is exactly what it sounds like. A roundish chunk of 'turkey meat' with a hole in the center. I doubt anyone will even believe me, but look it up. There is no limit to their perfidy.

[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Popery Posters no.1

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[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

In catlick 'missions', if and when they serve food, it is invariably contaminated rice and a most sickening foul cut of fowl called "turkey tails" which is exactly what it sounds like. A roundish chunk of 'turkey meat' with a hole in the center. I doubt anyone will even believe me, but look it up. There is no limit to their perfidy.

Between the dusk and the daylight
--the shadowy time for night boarders,
Peter assays what our Pastor says
and finds it cooks well in its order:

QUOTE:

Re: The Pope's Nose
Posted by Sauerkraut on October 26, 2000

In Reply to: Re: The Pope's Nose posted by bob on October 17, 2000

One meaning I have heard attached to the term is the fleshy tail of a fowl,
particularly a turkey. It was used as a derogatory term by Protestants.

Interestingly, though, Italians, who are mostly Catholic,
value the fatty appendage in soup making.

http://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_b...sages/483.html

[Brother Temperance]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

As for my inspiration...I get it from His Holiness The Pope!

Inspiration? I've never heard it called that before. Perhaps if His Holiness the Antichrist Pimp Benny Dickt Rat Stinker would relax his line on contraception a little you might not be plagued by quite so much "inspiration"?

A roundish chunk of 'turkey meat' with a hole in the center. I doubt anyone will even believe me, but look it up. There is no limit to their perfidy.

My word. I thought it was only the Jews who liked to have their meat twice.

EDIT: Ah-hah! Through detailed research, I have discovered a picture of the Pope! It's all true!

[Poetic Peter]

Allegory in Colours

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Long ago in Liverpool
lived an occidental little man
who ran his life by an odd plan
of vivid colour—oh, just one:
a yellow rule he used for truthing
beneath his sooted yellow roofing.

He married taint and tucked inside
a dainty footbound Chinese bride,
and kept one dog and later two
(Labradors run yellow too).

By nights for days he watched and summed
the rising and the setting suns;
accounting, that if each were gold,
he'd grasp either for that—or soul.

The little man aged-on and riched
on yellow gold to quell an itch;
propounding from his life's lapels,
where thumbs on those flaps
hooked his yell
"Lo! It is sage to age
all seasons saffron."

His height increased
but only sideways
on suet with admixed annatto
until his yellow Nile ran blue
(that is to say, his liver's liquor
pooled and sank him ever-sicker).

"When bile quits one must quit life",
he scratched to then-near-parchment wife.
"Yellow isn't and it was never
the brave man's hue for last retreats.
By God I won't
go, ever, not
until my humours turn...
green cheese
...or the moon returns in... Oh!

Suddenly I see. At last
the only colour, true, is blue",
coughed as he turned that shade

and passed.




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[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

Allegory in Colours


Long ago in Liverpool
lived an occidental little man
who ran his life by an odd plan
of vivid colour—oh, just one:
a yellow rule he used for truthing
beneath his sooted yellow roofing.

He married taint and tucked inside
a dainty footbound Chinese bride,
and kept one dog and later two
(Labradors run yellow too).

By nights for days he watched and summed
the rising and the setting suns;
accounting, that if each were gold,
he'd grasp for either that—or soul.

The little man aged-on and riched
on yellow gold to quell an itch;
propounding from his life's lapels,
where thumbs on those flaps
hooked his yell
"Lo! It is sage to age
all seasons saffron."

His height increased
but only sideways
on suet with admixed annatto
until his yellow Nile ran blue
(that is to say, his liver's liquor
pooled and sank him ever-sicker).

"When bile quits one must quit life",
he scratched to then-near-parchment wife.
"Yellow isn't and it was never
the brave man's hue for last retreats.
By God I won't
go, ever, not
until my humours turn—
green cheese
—or the moon returns in...oh
suddenly I see. At last
the only colour, true, is
blue",

coughed as he turned that shade

and ...passed.

____________________



I'll read it aloud, ok?

http://img147.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sound198wg1.swf

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

"he'd grasp either for that—or soul."

"He'd grasp for either that--or soul.'

[Poetic Peter]

Re: Pleasure Poetry Posters no.1

"he'd grasp either for that—or soul."

"He'd grasp for either that--or soul.'

Good suggestion
Please insert the edit?
Thanks!

You are the best!
(appropriate smiley here)

[Poetic Peter]

Redemption for All

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The author reading went a bit awry...

http://img129.imageshack.us/my.php?image=redemptionforall11mo.swf

Redemption for All

November past marks twenty years
I've fed and fostered Rabbi Feldman.

That's his name—although a skink,
perhaps you'll smile if you'll just hold him;
our Shingleback named Rabbi Feldman.

His livid tongue squeteagues to taste
the mango juice or cat food there,
aromatizing his bathroom's air;
where he b'logs; it's his 'myspace'.

The Rabbi: redeemed from a tin tub
manifested with two score of
his rabbinicles, Deliveranced from Egypt...
( well, from OZ )
through the side-business of
a cocaine criminal God
soon dis-leavened
to re-level:

"Mario Tabraue to Earth
—not hell..."...........Oh
Mario
had released
the Rabbi to my kinder bond;
then went to prison for a mild term,
sans the wife he'd (allegedly) 'put to pond'.

~

A benediction now for our Rabbi,
so beardless, fetlockless and forfexless;
sleeping now in his myspace castle keep of mine.

As for Tabraue: so blacklysteeped
and blacklybearded: sheared and humbled,
now released...

as if a new day may redeem

a wonder whether

God wields the keenest forfex* to (*scissors, sheep shears)
denude the proud,

to hold the meek
—Rabbi Feldman, he of God's sheep,

in a spare bathroom
wherefrom he dreams

in mango juice, and

cat food sleeps.

[Poetic Peter]

recitation and links

A better reading

http://img100.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sound213zu1.swf

The Rabbi is as old as the Ark.
He will outlast us all.



__________
Tabraue

http://www.google.com/search?q=Tabraue&sourceid=mozilla-search&start=0&start=0&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official

[Poetic Peter]

De-Evolution Equally Absurd!

In consideration of disturbing reports
of porpoise/bonobo/Dameon genetic crossings


As if we could

descend the ladder far

enough to pet with any adder