Birdie on the Seventh Hole, Shoot like a Pro
John Henry (Tripp) Isenhour III is a real jerk,
He was at the Grand Cypress Golf course,
Where he had been taping a television when there was a sound,
Not a “Fore”,
not car,
not a cow
or a horse,
Tripp was furious,
-no, not Linda Tripp,
he had to silence the source.
It was a red-shouldered hawk got Tripp upset when he had to do another take.
Tripp waited and waited for right shot to silence the squawking bird.
Tripp drove the golf ball 75 yards to the birdie.
The hawk was silent; the golf ball struck its mark,
The blood from the bird’s nostrils did not make the killing fake.
Usually birds are killed with baseballs or M1 Abrams Tanks,
(see Observation Farewell to Feathers) ,
But this was feat that was terrible for the red shouldered hawk,
and later Tripp,
Because the hawk is a protected species.
Tripp was arrested and faces 2 years and $1,500 in fines,
I hope he is found guilty and gets the maximum sentence.
Enough time for him to finish his subject on Man’s Endangerment t to Wildlife thesis.
(3-7-2008)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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People should be allowed to document evidence of criminal wrongdoing. Where is the expectation of privacy if someone is conspiring to commit crime?
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What a tripp
The cigarette burned
My finger tips
and dropp'd like a log
to the rug below
My eyes took a tripp
To dig the chick
Crouched like a cat
At the next window
My ears assembled music
Out of swarming streets
but my mind rebelled
At the idiots laughter
The rising frightful idiot laughter
cheering an army of
vacuum cleaners
poem by Timothy Harrington II
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Cowslips
WITH rosy hand a little girl press’d down
A boss of fresh-cull’d cowslips in a rill:
Often as they sprang up again, a frown
Show’d she dislik’d resistance to her will:
But when they droop’d their heads and shone much less,
She shook them to and fro, and threw them by,
And tripp’d away. “Ye loathe the heaviness
Ye love to cause, my little girls!” thought I,
“And what has shone for you, by you must die!”
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Immature Is the Way to go
Immature, Why yes i am,
Well behaved? PSSH. Im not like THEM
THEM, who sit there looking smart,
While im outside popping wheelies in the golf cart,
There sitting at their desks, all concentrated,
With them not knowing that a bomb is being created,
My friends and I are a weird bunch if you would say,
Sneaking up on people and scaring them away!
Pushing each other, and laughing when we fall down,
Acting like retards when we go to town,
Not afraid of what people label us,
Throwing french fries at all the grown ups,
Buying our tripp pants and chaining each other to trees,
Blasting our rock music from our new CDS,
With monsters in our hands, and skateboards under our feet,
A bunch of insane maniacs running and screaming down the street,
So we pull up our sleeves, and salute to the root beer king!
Getting ready for what tomorrow brings,
We head off with our boards, away in the night,
With a big bang behind us, We'll be alright!
poem by Lacey Nightmare
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Gothic Angel
Beautiful raven black hair with red streaks
Compliments her pale white heart shaped face
Encases the jeweled blue eyes
Her long Tripp pants rattle as she walks away
The black and red striped top hugs her upper body
Black platform boots make heavy footfalls, fingerless gloves warm her
One day she hopes to get her fluffy black wings
And what she wants the most: her black halo
Then and only then will she truly be a gothic angel
poem by Justina Nicole Haner
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Sonnet XV
Dear Mansergh! Of the few this breast who share,
And share in pitying sympathy its woe,
You best my vast excess of passion know,
And all the sorrow I am doom'd to bear,
While thoughts can present with the past compare.
Shall memory e'er that summer-day forego,
When thy fair Mate did every care bestow,
And vermeil fruits and fragrant wreaths prepare,
In honour of my Child, to dress the bower!
And when the sweet epitome of grace
Tripp'd o'er the walks, and honied every flower,
You mark'd the opening beauties of her face;
Mark'd how my captured soul was lost in love,
And trembled for the dire reverse I prove.
poem by Brooke Boothby
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Big fish on run for life
Fishing idea's,
in quite watter's
Throwing the hook,
deep inside
The biggest fish;
is yet to be captured
In my fishing tripp,
network site.
The charcoal grill,
it is ready
Fish escape,
imposible fund
The pan in fire,
alway's stedy
So run you fish,
in endless watter's
To have more swim,
for your life.
November 22.2012
Ludovik celaj
poem by Ludovik Celaj
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