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[title] => String Along
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[hometext] => Tale of a Western Con Man
[bodytext] => This cowpoke promised you the world, and you’d believe his sell.
They simply called him String Along because he did it well.
Everything that he possessed had been negotiated;
Although he never paid them off; they believed and waited.
You will receive if you believe, he said, have faith and trust! Leaving them with empty hands; And pockets full of dust.
He never stayed one place too long; Counting on their doubts.He simply vanished overnight; Before his scheme was figured out
He chanced to meet a charming lass; He couldn’t bear to leave! She doubted that he loved her; though it was clear to see!
Trying to convince her, his leaving was delayed; The ones he owed caught up with him and hung him straight away!!
A graveyard is the only place where String Along will stay. His headstone begs the question and has the final say:
Here swings old String from lingering; too smart for us he thought.
Twas taught what ought, when he was caught; Too clever, was he knot?
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String Along
Contributed by
softerware
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Friday, 8th June 2018 @ 10:06:12 PM in AEST
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This cowpoke promised you the world, and you’d believe his sell.
They simply called him String Along because he did it well.
Everything that he possessed had been negotiated;
Although he never paid them off; they believed and waited.
You will receive if you believe, he said, have faith and trust! Leaving them with empty hands; And pockets full of dust.
He never stayed one place too long; Counting on their doubts.He simply vanished overnight; Before his scheme was figured out
He chanced to meet a charming lass; He couldn’t bear to leave! She doubted that he loved her; though it was clear to see!
Trying to convince her, his leaving was delayed; The ones he owed caught up with him and hung him straight away!!
A graveyard is the only place where String Along will stay. His headstone begs the question and has the final say:
Here swings old String from lingering; too smart for us he thought.
Twas taught what ought, when he was caught; Too clever, was he knot?
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2018-06-08 22:06:12]
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Re: String Along
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by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 8th June 2018 @ 11:57:56 PM AEST
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Cute in a sick kinda way. lol
I think he got setup...
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Re: String Along
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by speedy on
Saturday, 9th June 2018 @ 01:42:08 AM AEST
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That/'/s probably why they say that cheaters will never prosper; their schemes will get them in the end.
Good message; great write!
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Re: String Along
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by ingeniusidiot on
Saturday, 9th June 2018 @ 01:12:42 PM AEST
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Another Brilliant piece. Truer words have ne/'/er been spoken. Lies no matter how well conceived will always come back to bite you in the back side. Yet again great piece and sorry i have been gone so long.
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Re: String Along
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 10th June 2018 @ 02:42:58 AM AEST
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you know, I was thinking about writing a poem, entitled,
Jerk.
But I didn/'/t know what would behind such a catch in such a title, the word jerk, as a title to a poem seemed
to me to be so wrong, meant to call out, something
exotic, and how would I go about it. I thought about
it all day. Like there is this department of vulgarity,
or a department of vagary.
Who could ever describe or ever even devote a whole
department of thinking that was vague in its essence
and still fraught with that kind of cosmic dust you would rather shake off once you know.
When I dated my wife, after several weeks we were
at her apartment and after dinner we kissed,
and she said, should we take this all the way.
And I remember saying, we should just go ahead
and get it over with, and so we did.
We made wild love, and the next day we sat
around her apartment in the nude, it was my
idea.
We played scrabble on her floor in the nude
and she won each game easily while I watched
her body move.
And later on while she corrected the director
of research/'/s paper, something about the pluripotent
stem cells that she would harvest from a still born
baby/'/s arm in the laboratory, he, the director of
research who was from Norway, my wife would
double as as baby sitter and rewrite all his papers by had while I sat beside her reading James Michener/'/s
Alaska, telling her about how he James Michener
always unfolded his stories, as if we were all
from the same family.
Later on in late Autumn I rented a convertable
and we drove from San Francisco to this foggy
town in Oregon and lived for two weeks together
along side a fog embanked sea coast visiting
one lighthouse after lighthouse after lighthouse, until it was time to go home. I played Warren Zevon the whole way home, and we stopped at a motel one night,
and while she slept I went and had a beer at the bar.
The girl at the bar was making eyes at me, but I had to go back. I was drunk by then, I/'/ll admit.
That/'/s when I broke up with her. And that/'/s when
she went into the bathroom and cried and cried all night long.
It it lasted two days. And I felt like a jerk.
So I apologized. And we have been married
now for what, thirty years now...
you couldn/'/t put that much into a poem.
But I/'/m thinking still about writing a poem
entitled, jerk. Or maybe it could be the name
of a rock band, or perhaps some expensive wine,
where people buy it, because it/'/s the one that cost
more, thinking it must be the best because of its
price.
Peace!
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Re: String Along
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 10th June 2018 @ 02:47:23 AM AEST
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example of something that obviously needs a rewrite.
Peace! |
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Re: String Along
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 10th June 2018 @ 08:13:27 AM AEST
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string along, the telephone wire,
so we could talk many miles away,
together, as this sound vibrates,
string along, what would we ever
say, to one another, tie into another
knot of string, a ball of string,
to string along, so many voices,
so many sounds, so many voices,
so many songs, with only one
string
perhaps a dull thud, the tree falls in the forest,
as though it was never tied to any one
string, imagine never ending spaghetti,
or miles and miles of wheat, or rice, it is a
grain, I type in the dark, sometimes I cannot
see the keys, still you imagine, like
maybe you are a marionette suspended
with all your movements controlled, you bend,
you stay still, feeling the winds chill, some assortment
of objects, one dips their toes into the water to feel
the temperature of the water compared to their
own body, and they are alive yet somehow controlled
by string, the cowboy uses that very same string
to lasso your heart, maybe try to tame it for
a short time, and if he/'/s good, maybe he could
also feel how you feel, or once felt.
Peace!
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Re: String Along
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by Invierno on
Wednesday, 13th June 2018 @ 08:19:15 PM AEST
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I agree with above, "another brilliant one".
The story line is delicious.
Invierno |
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