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Title: 5:5
Post by: judih on May 05, 2005, 10:21:19 AM
my 2 hands
ringless five five
miraculous discovery
lively five five
toes on the floor
five five
happenstance and circumstance
five five
five knock on wood five
breathing out rhythm
five
five

weirdly number sings
five five
stubbornly repeats
five five
old man walks away
five five
shoulders so stubborn
five five
turns with a high look
five five
throws it back again
five five

give me five and a five and another
3 fives on a day like this
bach knew it could happen like this
a five five cinquo bliss
five, you dig, five five

a minuet talks 3
a tango likes four
today i speak five
i stutter
f
f
f
f
five

the final four needs a fifth
johnny walker
jack daniels
smirnoff
turkey mash
cabernet
winning team is five


(ruminations on 5:5)
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Post by: senorsalvia on May 05, 2005, 11:21:22 AM
Five to One, Baby - One In Five - No One Here Gets Out Alive--------  Good one Judih, I liked it.............  senorsal
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Post by: judih on May 05, 2005, 04:33:03 PM
five can dig high five
gimme some knuckle power
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Post by: JRL on May 06, 2005, 07:20:37 AM
V of V
deceptive candence
delayed resolution
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Post by: Satori on May 06, 2005, 07:49:55 AM
Five's jive
in the old beehive

a jammin dive
a fun drive

gimme FIVE!
Title: Down with Five!!!!!!
Post by: Indra on May 06, 2005, 12:41:41 PM
I wasn't going to say anything about this, but I feel that after Judih's post I have no choice.

As many of you know I grew up in a labor camp just outside of Los Angeles at the turn of the Century.  At the time the despotic ruler Mellomel was wreaking havoc with the lives of the local farmers: destroying crops, murdering wives, eating chicken, etc...  I decided one night, with the help of some California moonshine, to strike against Mellomel.  To teach him once and for all that we were not going to stand for his tyranny.  Some of the other kids in the camp and I gathered all of the blueberry jam that was left over after meals.  After a week we had a few ounces, after a month almost a pound, and after five years we had nearly sixty pounds of jam.  On the night of the annual potluck dance and bingo exhibition we made our move.  Mellomel, in usual fashion, had forced the most attractive young girl to dance with him.  Her father watched on in outrage, and in fear, as Mellomel had his way with her.  When Mellomel went to perform a fancy spin move with his unwilling dance partner we all began throwing the blueberry jam on his face.  He became angry as all hell, and ran toward us, pistol in hand.  Just as he got within one footstep I stuck out my leg, causing him to trip and fall.  He was terribly embarrassed, as one might imagine.  Being a murderous tyrant does not remove one from the halls of embarrassments home.  Clearly, after the incident Mellomel could no longer show his face in town again, much less plunder and pillage.  It was a great victory for most, though for me it was bittersweet.  For not only was Mellomel my nemesis, he was also my father.

I was five years old at the time that I first concocted the plan to run Mellomel out of our lives.  The number five, whether in reference to hand on hand commradery or to the number of peas in a pod, will always stain me with shame and guilt.  And to this I say, shame on the number five.  Shame.
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Post by: judih on May 06, 2005, 12:49:47 PM
and i thank brother indra for coming forth with that confession
shame on all who flaunt five
when blueberry jam
marched its insidious way
not one, not two, not three, not four but five
five
five
five he said
five
years through tiny indra's being
waiting to trip up the evil one
(not one but five)

let us bow our heads
Title: A thank you note
Post by: Indra on May 06, 2005, 12:59:20 PM
Judih,

Thanks for understanding.
I hope that everyone else can be as compassionate.

Keep up the good work,
Indra/Norman (The eldest son of Mellomel.)
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Post by: cenacle on May 06, 2005, 01:12:14 PM
indra, you dirty dog liar...it was just revealed in the local papers what you were really doing at the turn of the century...turns out you were some kind of wizened guru promising life everlasting, luring your mostly female followers to 'training sessions' at your villa deep in the woods...seems like there are now a lot of little indra guru maniacs running around those woods, diapers falling off, attacking squirrels up in the trees...now the state's attorney's office is taking action after a complaint by five young women that you ordered them to swim in a vast sea of dark swiss chocolate, nude of course save for pink tophats, while singing obscure songs from elvis movies of the late '60s...shame, shame, shame...that's all i can say...will justice be served? is it ever? :P
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Post by: judih on May 06, 2005, 01:12:59 PM
jam
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Post by: JRL on May 06, 2005, 01:45:40 PM
We're still alive
Two thousand 5
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Post by: judih on May 06, 2005, 02:23:49 PM
lou reed lives
zealously gives
five million smirks - don't wanna talk about it
two thousand of his closest friends
share five

standing on a mountain top
pita and fish sticks
dish em out, dish em
five more
we got ourselves a miracle
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Post by: Michelle on May 08, 2005, 10:52:39 PM
hi judih
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Post by: judih on May 08, 2005, 11:01:19 PM
hi m

hi 5 x2
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Post by: JRL on May 09, 2005, 02:17:59 AM
judih I suggest you look at michele's web site and profile and see who has bobbed to the surface