Herculine
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Everything on my desk is at 45 degree angles.
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Like the Lady said... always excellent!
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ULTRA-COOL
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Wow....I didn't realize men had such enormous issues with wives....what has this world come to? Should I be guilty I'm a wife? And what about the whole "no sex" thing? In my relationship it's most likely going to be ME saying, "hey, wanna have sex?" and my husband says flat-out "no" and changes the channel on his tv....
No wonder the divorce rate is over 50%. Men get married EXPECTING to get divorced.
Bingo...
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The Story of Salmacis and Hermaphroditus from Ovid's Metamorphoses
How Salmacis, with weak enfeebling streams
Softens the body, and unnerves the limbs,
And what the secret cause, shall here be shown;
The cause is secret, but th' effect is known.
The Naids nurst an infant heretofore,
That Cytherea once to Hermes bore:
From both th' illustrious authors of his race
The child was nam'd, nor was it hard to trace
Both the bright parents thro' the infant's face.
When fifteen years in Ida's cool retreat
The boy had told, he left his native seat,
And sought fresh fountains in a foreign soil:
The pleasure lessen'd the attending toil,
With eager steps the Lycian fields he crost,
A river here he view'd so lovely bright,
It shew'd the bottom in a fairer light,
Nor kept a sand conceal'd from human sight.
The stream produc'd nor slimy ooze, nor weeds,
Nor miry rushes, nor the spiky reeds;
But dealt enriching moisture all around,
The fruitful banks with chearful verdure crown'd,
And kept the spring eternal on the ground.
A nymph presides, not practis'd in the chace,
Nor skilful at the bow, nor at the race;
Of all the blue-ey'd daughters of the main,
The only stranger to Diana's train:
Her sisters often, as 'tis said, wou'd cry,
"Fie Salmacis: what, always idle! fie.
Or take thy quiver, or thy arrows seize,
And mix the toils of hunting with thy ease."
Nor quiver she nor arrows e'er wou'd seize,
Nor mix the toils of hunting with her ease.
But oft would bathe her in the chrystal tide,
Oft with a comb her dewy locks divide;
Now in the limpid streams she views her face,
And drest her image in the floating glass:
On beds of leaves she now repos'd her limbs,
Now gather'd flow'rs that grew about her streams,
And then by chance was gathering, as he stood
To view the boy, and long'd for what she view'd.
Fain wou'd she meet the youth with hasty feet,
She fain wou'd meet him, but refus'd to meet
Before her looks were set with nicest care,
And well deserv'd to be reputed fair.
"Bright youth," she cries, "whom all thy features prove
A God, and, if a God, the God of love;
But if a mortal, blest thy nurse's breast,
Blest are thy parents, and thy sisters blest:
But oh how blest! how more than blest thy bride,
Ally'd in bliss, if any yet ally'd.
If so, let mine the stoln enjoyments be;
If not, behold a willing bride in me."
The boy knew nought of love, and toucht with shame,
He strove, and blusht, but still the blush became:
In rising blushes still fresh beauties rose;
The sunny side of fruit such blushes shows,
And such the moon, when all her silver white
Turns in eclipses to a ruddy light.
The nymph still begs, if not a nobler bliss,
A cold salute at least, a sister's kiss:
And now prepares to take the lovely boy
Between her arms. He, innocently coy,
Replies, "Or leave me to my self alone,
You rude uncivil nymph, or I'll be gone."
"Fair stranger then," says she, "it shall be so";
And, for she fear'd his threats, she feign'd to go:
But hid within a covert's neighbouring green,
She kept him still in sight, herself unseen.
The boy now fancies all the danger o'er,
And innocently sports about the shore,
Playful and wanton to the stream he trips,
And dips his foot, and shivers as he dips.
The coolness pleas'd him, and with eager haste
His airy garments on the banks he cast;
His godlike features, and his heav'nly hue,
And all his beauties were expos'd to view.
His naked limbs the nymph with rapture spies,
While hotter passions in her bosom rise,
Flush in her cheeks, and sparkle in her eyes.
She longs, she burns to clasp him in her arms,
And looks, and sighs, and kindles at his charms.
Now all undrest upon the banks he stood,
And clapt his sides, and leapt into the flood:
His lovely limbs the silver waves divide,
His limbs appear more lovely through the tide;
As lillies shut within a chrystal case,
Receive a glossy lustre from the glass.
He's mine, he's all my own, the Naid cries,
And flings off all, and after him she flies.
And now she fastens on him as he swims,
And holds him close, and wraps about his limbs.
The more the boy resisted, and was coy,
The more she clipt, and kist the strugling boy.
So when the wrigling snake is snatcht on high
In Eagle's claws, and hisses in the sky,
Around the foe his twirling tail he flings,
And twists her legs, and wriths about her wings.
The restless boy still obstinately strove
To free himself, and still refus'd her love.
Amidst his limbs she kept her limbs intwin'd,
"And why, coy youth," she cries, "why thus unkind!
Oh may the Gods thus keep us ever join'd!
Oh may we never, never part again!"
So pray'd the nymph, nor did she pray in vain:
For now she finds him, as his limbs she prest,
Grow nearer still, and nearer to her breast;
'Till, piercing each the other's flesh, they run
Together, and incorporate in one:
Last in one face are both their faces join'd,
As when the stock and grafted twig combin'd
Shoot up the same, and wear a common rind:
Both bodies in a single body mix,
A single body with a double sex.
The boy, thus lost in woman, now survey'd
The river's guilty stream, and thus he pray'd.
(He pray'd, but wonder'd at his softer tone,
Surpriz'd to hear a voice but half his own.)
You parent-Gods, whose heav'nly names I bear,
Hear your Hermaphrodite, and grant my pray'r;
Oh grant, that whomsoe'er these streams contain,
If man he enter'd, he may rise again
Supple, unsinew'd, and but half a man!
The heav'nly parents answer'd from on high,
Their two-shap'd son, the double votary
Then gave a secret virtue to the flood,
And ting'd its source to make his wishes good.
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Remember when?
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of a girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocketknife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
No one's been killed in a computer crash
But it makes their face turn red!
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An old man was sitting on a bench in the mall when a young man with spiked hair came over and sat down beside him. The boy's hair was bright yellow and green with orange tips, and he had blue makeup around his eyes.
The old man kept looking at him.
The boy said, "What's the matter, old man, haven't you ever done anything wild in your life?"
The old man answered, "Well yes, actually, I have. I got drunk once and had sex with a parrot. I was just wondering if you were my son."
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When I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up my car, I was told the keys had been locked inside it. I went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver's side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. "Hey," I announced to the technician, "It's open!" To which he replied, "I know - I already got that side."
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I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?" To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?" He smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's why we ask."
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I was signing the receipt for my credit card purchase when the clerk noticed I had never signed my name on the back of the credit card. She informed me that she could not complete the transaction unless the card was signed. When I asked why, she explained that it was necessary to compare the signature I had just signed on the receipt. So I signed the credit card in front of her. She carefully compared the signature to the one I had just signed on the receipt. As luck would have it, they matched.
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(none taken) :biggrin:
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Here's one from my corner of the world...
Question: Why doesn't Columbus, Ohio get it's own professional football team?
Answer: Because they know that if they did then Cleveland and Cincinnati would both want one too.
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OMG! My red one's a fatty!
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:) I hope this is suitable
It is indeed suitable, and don't worry so much! Everything I've ever seen you do is beautiful and I would never object to you posting it here. Thank you for making my garden that much more beautiful.
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I'm very glad to see that you're still writing and sharing it with us.
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How sweet you are and thank you, Herculine!
Shows/Movies/Books/Comics/Other that will or may influence this writing
FALLOUT 1/2/3/Tactics/BOS the computer/console games :thumbsup:
FEAR the computer game :thumbsup:
OBLIVION the computer game :thumbsup:
GILLIGAN'S ISLAND the TV Show :banana:
X-FILES the TV Show :thumbsup:
LONE GUNMEN the TV Show :thumbsup:
SESAME STREET the TV Show :whistling:
SPACE INVADERS the video game :whistling:
DUNGEON AND DRAGON first edition gaming books :biggrin:
The throwing of various special dice for random influences :blink:
That old bit of chewing gum stuck to the underside of my computer desk :confused:
How tired I am and how much coffee I have drunk :wallbash: :yucky: :turned:
Others to be announced :wacko: :sweat: :sick:
Now I better understand why I like your stories so much... you're just as eclectic as I am!
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Excellent. Reminds me a little of my favorite old game, Doom.
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Christmassy clicks!
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That's the fakest thing I've ever seen.
Sorry, I don't believe it :P
Thank you!
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Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster - Monster
Sweet...
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The videos and pics are probably genuine, but the "mysterious light spiral" itself is obviously man-made, a projection or some other hoax of that nature.
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Very good guys. I like to visit this topic now and then sit back and relax while reading your poems. Keep up the good work.
Thanks, and I'll try...
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Flying high is this what it is about,
Loud machines that venture and roam the sky,
Bullets flying all around,
Thrill of duel and completing up the task,
Seeing your opponent fall,
or looking at your engine die,
this what its all about.
Haven't wrote anything for a long time saw this thread decided to write something.
I'm glad you decided to post here! I know I gave the thread a specific theme of romance and eroticism when I created it, and I get doomy and gloomy here as well, but I do enjoy many different themes in poetry. I'm actually working on a poem now that has a sci-fi combat theme. But it's looooong and not quite ready to be posted yet...
hey you guise
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