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Thank you so much Stbond , your comments mean much to me ! 
Michael
posted by
lionladroar
on December 10, 2006 at 2:22 PM
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I like it when poets. .
dip their toes in the stream of consciousness.
posted by
stbond
on December 10, 2006 at 1:32 PM
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I have plenty more rugby tales, both on field of play and off TAPS ! Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 10, 2006 at 7:51 AM
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Peace and love Neil, have a restful sleep and joyful Sabbath. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 10, 2006 at 7:45 AM
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Thank you Najwa
For your insight and encouragement mam, your kind reviews of my poems are always most welcome mam Michael
posted by
lionladroar
on December 10, 2006 at 7:41 AM
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HAHAHAHA, lionladroar, I'm so glad I asked. I have never heard such a thing but I surely can picture it. HAHAHAHA
posted by
TAPS.
on December 9, 2006 at 9:51 PM
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As always, great lines and images move us along in a lime-green limousine
--at the end of the day, Mike, dreams may be safer, indeed. Here's a Christmas Wish to you and your's. I caught up with many Bloggers tomnight, but got to hit the shut-eye now. Goodnight Friend. Take care of YOU! shalom, Neil
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posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on December 9, 2006 at 9:33 PM
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THE DREAMS SOMETIME ARE THE HOUSE OF THE INTELLGENTS BECAUSE EVERY SUCCESS STARTS WITH DREAM BUT TO REMMBER YOUR YESTERDAY AND DREAM ABOUT IT AND TO LIVE IT AGAIN IS VERY PAINFULL TO CANNOT HAVE IT AGAIN BUT THE WHISPERS IN EVERY DAWN LET THE BEAUTY AWALE AGAIN IF WE CAN DREAM ABOUT OUR LAST WISHING STARS>>>>
>>>najwa
posted by
NAJWA
on December 9, 2006 at 9:09 PM
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Looking back TAPS yes I did a few times, but not willingly friend
Whilst playing rugby away from home often in London for my team Basildon, after the games the beer would flow gently at first, then over rapids eventual busting dams. If victors and losers didn't participate in the evenings entertainment, more often then not the result was fisty cuffs. This wasn't a good idear, because there would be at least three traveling rugby teams from Basildon alone. When you consider there is fifthteen in one team, thats without reserves and of course the home teams and regulars at the said Rugby Club where your fixture was being held, you was accounting for one hundred best part of drunk animals! Though in all fairness too animals, I 've never seen them act in the manner of drunk humans, even worse rugby players acting and making the loud sounds of Silver Back Gruelers, chest beating and all ! One of the games was the Dance Of The Flaming Aseholes, the idear which had been generously presented came from two recently time served British Paratroopers, who had played for Wanstead, suscitated on the boarders of Essex and East London. The Dance Of The Flaming Aseholes consisted of tearing equal lenths of toilet paper and handing them out to the naked picked fools representing their teams, your's truly being one of them. Then the toilet paper was applied to ones backside, being pushed into the blindspot TAPS ! We were then led outside. Roaring into the night fearless! Like naked Olympic sprinters in a wobbly line standing toe too toe at the tennis courts. Where on the count of three our fuse of toilet paper was ignited, then we all run clearing the tennis court net touching the white line at the other end, and back again. By the way TAPS this was not a grass court. Concreat grazes everywhere, the winer was he whom could Jump the net the most times without pulling the burning paper from its objective! Ones asehole. I ended up in the net on my flaming backside drunken second attempt. Though it was all in good fun TAPS 
I remember singing on the way home Twenty Four And Theres So Much More, the Neil Young Song. He was right TAPS Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 9, 2006 at 7:16 PM
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lionladroar, This makes me wonder, did you ever streak? LOL
posted by
TAPS.
on December 9, 2006 at 5:13 PM
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Thank you afzal for your visit and encouragement Sir !
posted by
lionladroar
on December 9, 2006 at 4:44 PM
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I agree with you .
posted by
afzal50
on December 9, 2006 at 4:33 PM
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Thank you Troosha for your appreciation of my verse mam
After reading of these talented Rock Stars and willingly abusing themselves, knowing death is standing at their door knocking gently, pearing through the letter box at them. Only seeing them, not their wealth and fame, just them in the flesh. Yet after years of putting up with playing in cheep dives for their bed, food and drugs, and of course sex. They overdose, their life's in most cases I read of, not really having changed that much. Except for fame, for their still doing the same drugs as before, sexing in up, just different partners, better hotels, but what does that matter when their up in the air on, whatever ? No it seems they find early fame and say thats it. Over, I'm a demy God their is no more ? Shame Shame Shame, some of these people if they were living now. The wisdom they could pass on! Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 9, 2006 at 4:04 PM
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Guess I should have read your comment
that you didn't actually have the dream. (But my compliment still stands and still applies). Interesting inspiration.....
posted by
Troosha
on December 9, 2006 at 1:49 PM
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Lion
I hate those naked dreams....
As always a menagerie of thoughts, words, and images masterfully tied together.
posted by
Troosha
on December 9, 2006 at 1:47 PM
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Hi Marieclaire, never had the dream, would have loved too have jammed in a dream with boyhood hero's, but no, not last night. Inspiration came reading about Jim Morrison, musician and vocals with the Doors, and the famous and early graves due to chemical abuse. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 9, 2006 at 12:08 PM
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Hi, fun poem dreams are reassuringly not real, once we wake up.
posted by
marieclaire66
on December 9, 2006 at 11:44 AM
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