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Doctor's Orders by Randall Barfield A short poem about family camping. [198 words]
The Color Of My Actions by Randall Barfield Sometimes we think too much about color and not enough at important things. [73 words]
Three Poem Collection by Randall Barfield No particular description. The reader will judge. Titles are: Poem for Cathy; Ingots; ... [252 words]
Four Short-Shorts by Randall Barfield "Lite" fare again. Titles are: Trying to Create Beauty; You First Then I; Appetite; and Ope... [113 words]
Three Poem Collection No. 2 by Randall Barfield These poems are supposed to be "lite". Titles are: bug off; Fat Farm Arrival; and... [66 words]
Yesterdays Fool by Fyona Doyle Latz - [46 words]
All That You Are by Peggy J Bertrand A poem written for a friend and how people mean so much to our lives even if their encounter i... [106 words]
The Gravity by Randall Barfield Former Beatles member George Harrison died in November, 2001. This poem was conceived and written ... [81 words]
Shit by Randall Barfield This poem is built around a word that is offensive to some, harmless to others. [187 words]
Some Caring Country Road by Randall Barfield Superstars leave indelible impressions on all of us, however, different strokes for di... [193 words]
Years by Michelle Worswick Only time can tell. [57 words]
The Photograph by Dusty A Tincher Narrative verse. [987 words]
The Best Christmas by Randall Barfield The best Christmas means different things to each one of us. [99 words]
Planting Seeds (Oya's Garden) by Adrienne Anderson (Queen Alafia) In West African traditions, Oya is a re-birth/death goddess --*very* similar to I... [68 words]
Nothing Bad Ever Happens Here by Mike Schiller Note: although this was written in the format of a poem, it is an exact factual a... [608 words]
My Hero by Kirsten McManus About the guy again. [42 words]
Just by Randall Barfield Heightened sensitivity doesn't mean anything goes. It does, however, mean caring for others. [70 words]
Its Christmas Joy by Randall Barfield What is priority this year? [71 words]
I'm Dreaming Of... by Randall Barfield It's about a smile. [80 words]
I Want To Know by Kirsten McManus Fill me in. [100 words]
I Know Him by Amanda Rae Mealer This poem's about what I lack and how God makes me whole and just how much I need Him. [153 words]
Chewing Stone by Amanda Rae Mealer It's hard to understand and doesn't seem to make a lot of sense, but to me it does. It's about ho... [106 words]
11.30.01 by Kirsten McManus I've met a guy... [42 words]
001 by Matthew Spanky Experimental / concrete poetry. [41 words]
Who Am I? by Chuck Stewart A poem that explores the question, do you know who God is? [201 words]
Watching Madness. by Alberto Pupo Gazing into that which defies sanity.... [48 words]
Tones by Alberto Pupo A tone of misery and despair. [59 words]
The Thirst
Taste.... by Alberto Pupo A yearning to break free, and taste passion. [59 words]
Skarlett Bracelets by Brenda Poor Daigle A look at a heart darkened by depression and dishonesty, Skarlett Bracelets represents a pie... [94 words]
Roar Of The Silence by Jerrica Nychole Zel'dovich This is the story of my love life (ha, more like the lack of it). Anyhoo, I wanted this to... [178 words]
Mr. Harrison (Dedicated To The Deceased Beatle) by Vianne-Marie Fortier This poem is about George Harrison, who you probably know passe... [36 words]
Hanks by Randall Barfield The superstar. [67 words]
Africa Rising by Chanie Agishtein A poem about about a country that is pulling itself out of its chains. [95 words]
Michael by Randall Barfield About someone who left us some years back but who left an indelible impression on those of his generati... [82 words]
You And Me Poem by Michelle Jones - [88 words]
Words Written by Alberto Pupo Read the words written... [55 words]
With Those Tear Filled Eyes by Rikki Duncan This is about Jesus on the cross and his suffering. [135 words]
Who Am I To Criticize? by Rikki Duncan Judge not till you're ready to be judged. [78 words]
Welcome Home by Rikki Duncan This is based on us all as prodigal son's and God waiting to say, welcome home. [39 words]
We Will Rise Again by Rikki Duncan This is about the people of N.Y.C. and the hope that is America, Rising again and overcoming... [132 words]
Was I Cricified With You? by Rikki Duncan This is written withih the thoughts of the repentant man. [102 words]
The Wounded Are The Lucky by Rikki Duncan This was written in 1968 about the war in Vietnam, it is about the soldiers who get w... [90 words]
The Son Will Rise Again Over New York City by Rikki Duncan This is about belief that Jesus the son will rise again to shine ove... [179 words]
The River by Erin Megan Lindner Natures beauty intwined with love and Gods creation. [67 words]
The New York Times (In Memoir Of Those Situated In The September 11th Tragedy) by Vianne-Marie Fortier This poem is dedicated to mother... [79 words]
The Life In You by Branson Storm - [90 words]
The Lamb by Rikki Duncan Behold the Lamb of God 'nough said. [43 words]
The Hope Of N.Y.C. by Rikki Duncan This was written about the steel girders shape like a cross which was uncovered as the resue... [83 words]
The Experiment... by Alberto Pupo A compilation of experimental type poetry... [224 words]
Struggles Within by Alberto Pupo A battle against oneself... [53 words]
Spirit Father by Rikki Duncan This poem was written as a prayer for my Native Anerican friends to use. [70 words]
Sinking by Rikki Duncan This is a christian poem about the cry of dispair for the drowning sinner who is sinking into the depth... [85 words]
Remembrance by Rikki Duncan This was written about the remembrance service held at ground zero Sun Oct 28th I was not there but... [216 words]
Oh My Love, How I Miss You by Rikki Duncan This is written in the perspective of saying goodbye to your loved one as they went... [212 words]
Nocturnal Godess by Alberto Pupo Love is much to strong... [66 words]
New York City by Rikki Duncan This is about the new hope that is rising from the despair of N.Y.C. and how faith and belief wil... [238 words]
Infinite Ocean by Alberto Pupo Oceans of infinity... [63 words]
Hero's by Rikki Duncan this is simply about the rescue service workers at ground zero. [55 words]
Garden Of Eternity by Vianne-Marie Fortier A girl loosing the child within. [79 words]
Eyes Deceive by Alberto Pupo All is illusory everything is deceptionary... [65 words]
End Me by Bob - [95 words]
Egg Shells by Pauline Wright A poem about what I've been through and what I go through. I hope you can find some meaning in my wo... [85 words]
August 1996 by Toni Jaquay Lynch Sad time in my life. Something I regret. [87 words]
Angels With A Light by Rikki Duncan This is written in the perspective of someone in the twin towers as the planes hit them, an... [201 words]
America, I Weep For You by Rikki Duncan This was written the day after Sept 11 It was based on the scripture "Jesus wept" and a... [86 words]
A Letter To My Mom by Jane Pellow My Dad died when my sister and I were very young. She was 18 and I was 21. Although I miss... [265 words]
A Letter To My Dad by Jane Pellow Both my parentswere alcoholics. Our family was very disfunctional, but it made me a survivo... [304 words]

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TITLE (EDIT)
The Thirst
DESCRIPTION
It's a spiel on our life. and how it has been effected by the whimsical workings of one merlinesque young boy.
[488 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Drama
AUTHOR
Joseph Montego
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A budding blossom of irony and stenchful smockery from Berkeley a stalwart new beam of ethereal aura from a blumbering generation of wannabe perverts.
[December 2001]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
[email protected]
The Thirst
Joseph Montego

Hereís a wake up call Bernie. Youíre dead
And you didnít even get to go to Paris

So that in a flash you and I may perish into green dust
Dear Osama can you not dream outside the box
Love thy wretched neighbor
Who perched here in uncertain anonymity
lives a moderately piquant existence

Oh arenít we all reluctant well-doers
I may buy this, I may sin that
And yet binny baby, you hold the
Fearful timer to my instant judgement
in your trembling fingers.
Comprehend it in that snugly turban of yours.

Oh chocolatey dark angel, have mercy if it be what
You can feel. I have squandered, and
Spoiled my body with raunchy mirth and gut-wrenching wants
Idle thoughts mostly, and dreamizms

Its just now sweet Laden, that Iím just getting out
onto this wide prairie plain of life,
good fellow, donít be so hasty to kill off the buffalo
This is my homeland, your tantrumous bitterness
Leaves me suffering, rather disquieted
This is the joy of free heritage and inheritance
You beleive in inheritance, donít you?
.Hey, Iíd get you some of my meat,
if it werenít for the CIA.

The kitchenís alive, behind that curtain
Canít you smell, Big nose Binny?,
Be it dust, be it flowers, be it buffalo chips,
smelling is living
Live love eat existence at the olive garden with your big funny haired family
If only you could know what I mean

Canya just put the horror-show off for one life,
If Iím gonna rot in hell for having a LA residing mom,
lecher voting city state
who elects a happy pimp who appoints
an evil owly witch woman who kills
exotic Iraqi babies, than so be it.

I donít smell it Bin, whereís the primordial rot?
Ose, in honesty we are all little subway riding drunken children,
a taciturn breed, not knowing what our crazy governments have in store for us.
Bin Baby I may not be Islamic, but I am an Iraqi infant
and if you pull that ballistic trigger than its just another baby dead
too early , too soon, and such an abortion.

Let me savor the inebriated smiles, the cheery useless bass beats, and the mental and physical blasphemy of my generation. We are the pulsing youth
and we are going to weld your rectitude with our sticky complacence,
Drink, Dance, and Be merry,
HEY, Christmas is coming, and itís not from the old book
God damn it. Hey its not fundamental statement, as snow tries to fall on Tuscon,
Save the thousands of men who know better. Who go shopping.
And drape their wives behind face altering makeup

Save me now, I am in your sinewy sandy thin brown arms.
For my sake, would you please grow up, Cuz I need some milk.
Some good clean milk vitamin D fortified milk.
Clear away that suspicious powder and that fairy dust, and
let me drink hard and drink long
and daddy? could you sing me that bitter sweet tune, you know the one,
that twinkly lullaby of Brahmís. Thatís it. Nice and slow. Slow and soft.

 

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© 2001 Joseph Montego
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
December 2001
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
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