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twistedude:
Daydream

I am waiting to give
am arcxhitecture tour, when
the Curator of Chinese Art,
a mean man with lovely blue eyes,
who hated teaching us Chinese art
walks up to me and asks:

"Julie, what turns the leaves red
in the fall?" Just like that.  "Oh, Dr. Knight,
that's very simple. You've seen the ceiling
of the Sistine Chapel?--where God touches
Adam's index finger with his?"
"Yes," he answers.
"Well, it's sort of like that. "For the first tree,
God comes down, swoops down,
from heaven, with several cherubim, and--
three of the cherubim take a photograph of it--
touches the first deciduouis tree,
with his index finger, and it turns all
red and golden.
He is very large, larger than the tree, larger than
a nearby church steeple, and wears
a voluminous white robe, and looks
supremely confident, and sort of amused.
And--that's it!"

"Thank you. That's what I thought, but I wasn't sure,"
he says, and walks away, smiling.

twistedude:
C'mon guys, you've written better poetry than THAT...

moremojo:
Swiftly, swiftly
I pen meagre verse
Celebrating my joy and heartache
In being here
Among absent friends
Bound by invisible desire
For two shades
Of cowboys lost
On the vast open space
Of the darkening frontier.

twistedude:
The possibly not at all erotic adventures of Abraham Lincoln and Joshua Fry Speed. But...don't count on it.

 For four fuckin' years?

A young man named Joshua Fry Speed
shared his bed with Abe Lincoln, in need
for four years they slept warm
and came to no harm
it's a wonder that they didn't breed!

twistedude:
More Lincoln and Speed: departure, origins and the war.

Speed's desertion left L bereft,
(who knows if his heart had been cleft?)
L was moved to confess
in a fragile P.S.:
"I have been quite a man since you left."

Josh Speed is Kentucky born, craves
nothing, for he has it in spades
his fortune's immense
in dollars and cents,
a plantation that's crawling with slaves. 
 
L's from Kentucky too; friend,
he's so poor, we can't comprehend,
no school and few folks
but plenty of jokes
a mind gifted and sad to the end.

Speed naturally wished Lincoln well
but said he would see him in hell
E'er he shove overboard
what Lincoln abhorred
A nation half-slave and half-well.

But, pining at home, Speed thought that
he'd see Lincoln's Sherman--a chat--
Sherman ordered the fate
of the troops in his state
and Kentucky was proving a rat.

 "General Sherman, Sir,what do you need?"
'Everything!" said Sherman to Speed,
"rifles, horses, cash, food,
men who lead and don't brood--
I've asked Lincoln five times, yes, indeed!"

"Write it down, General, Sir,  if you please!:"
Sherman wrote, and Speed  left like a breeze
and returned in a week
with all Sherman did seek
as if all had been done with great ease.
.
"I'm a general, commanding the West,
You 're  a private citizen, at best:
In four days, you have got
what I couldn't have, shot
and dying for food, and the rest!"

"You'd best take my command status here
I'll go home, plant  trees and drink beer
Your word's clearly worth more
than my pleas at his door--
Can you make this a little more clear?"

Speed smiled, and said " I do score,"
(as he left the tent by the flap door)
Because Lincoln's my friend
and will be till the end--
Your mistake was not asking for more."

Ever try writing Civil War histiry in limricks--it's a bitch and a half!

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