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Array ( [sid] => 115199 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Legend Of Jem James and His West 4th Street Poetry Recitals [time] => 2006-02-22 09:48:26 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Jem James was an illiterate thug and freeloader
who roamed the streets of downtown West Greenwich Village, stickin up lame ass, two bit junkies
for loose change and last nights leftovers.

Jem befriended a dude named Jyoti
who lived on the other side of town,
spoke the Kings English
and mingled with a high class crowd.

Jem hatched a plan -
hoping for a simple night’s work
that ended more dramatically than he ever could have guessed.
Afta slidin in Jyoti’s bedroom window
he headed for his best friends stash
but along the way stumbled on a hard covered Thesaurus.
Jem fell violently to the ground
and banged his already scarred-up head
on Jyoti’s well stocked bookshelf.

Jem rose from the ground startled,
somehow a new man, and proclaimed -

“Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place,
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And hating no one, love but only her!”

Jem placed both hands over his mouth
and clinched his teeth tightly,
but words simply blew out his ears –

“When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
In spite of all the virtue we can boast,
The woman that deliberates is lost.”

He ran to Jyoti’s bathroom,
stuffed six cotton balls in his ears,
sunk to the ground,
drew a deep sigh
and once again clinched his teeth.
But anxiety had its way with old Jem,
lodging itself squarely in his gut.
Then, without warning,it exploded,
streaming lines from his last standing orifice –

“To know, to esteem, to love, - and then to part,
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!”

With that, he bolted out the front door
and headed straight to West 4th Street Park where,
to his day,he recites classic poetry
in heavily modulated surround sound system stereo.
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The Legend Of Jem James and His West 4th Street Poetry Recitals

Contributed by oldschool on Wednesday, 22nd February 2006 @ 09:48:26 AM in AEST
Topic: fictional

Jem James was an illiterate thug and freeloader
who roamed the streets of downtown West Greenwich Village, stickin up lame ass, two bit junkies
for loose change and last nights leftovers.

Jem befriended a dude named Jyoti
who lived on the other side of town,
spoke the Kings English
and mingled with a high class crowd.

Jem hatched a plan -
hoping for a simple night’s work
that ended more dramatically than he ever could have guessed.
Afta slidin in Jyoti’s bedroom window
he headed for his best friends stash
but along the way stumbled on a hard covered Thesaurus.
Jem fell violently to the ground
and banged his already scarred-up head
on Jyoti’s well stocked bookshelf.

Jem rose from the ground startled,
somehow a new man, and proclaimed -

“Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place,
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And hating no one, love but only her!”

Jem placed both hands over his mouth
and clinched his teeth tightly,
but words simply blew out his ears –

“When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
In spite of all the virtue we can boast,
The woman that deliberates is lost.”

He ran to Jyoti’s bathroom,
stuffed six cotton balls in his ears,
sunk to the ground,
drew a deep sigh
and once again clinched his teeth.
But anxiety had its way with old Jem,
lodging itself squarely in his gut.
Then, without warning,it exploded,
streaming lines from his last standing orifice –

“To know, to esteem, to love, - and then to part,
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!”

With that, he bolted out the front door
and headed straight to West 4th Street Park where,
to his day,he recites classic poetry
in heavily modulated surround sound system stereo.

Copyright Â© oldschool ... [ 2006-02-22 09:48:26]
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Re: The Legend Of Jem James and His West 4th Street Poetry Recitals (User Rating: 1 )
by lostrelic on Wednesday, 22nd February 2006 @ 03:15:22 PM AEST
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what a great origional write very impressive ty for the post

Re: The Legend Of Jem James and His West 4th Street Poetry Recitals (User Rating: 1 )
by candysears on Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 08:09:22 PM AEST
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This was a very good write..Kinda of funny,but
Very good..God Bless!

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