Tag: poeticgrin
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Specifically Calling Out Poeticgrin aka Bryan Borland
I have been irrevocably offended. In a poem recently submitted to me for approval/critique/kicks, someone used two of the three word phrase I use in one of my delectable and entertaining poetic series. This violation will be worth a life time of 6’s and 8’s– never a 7!!
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Dear Medicated Lady: the Column
Dear Medicated Lady, “Can you define ‘irony’?” Paul Dearest Paul, I am reading a book about this schizophrenic lady who goes on rants, creating the proverbial word salad. Now. I shall attempt to answer your question in the same format. Irony? Because I need more iron siren, crying. Do you…
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Dear Medicated Lady
So from time to time I get questions from people about their lives and what they should do/deal with certain situations. As a result, I’ve decided to answer some of the most pressing questions on this blog. Please, feel free to contact me with additional questions or advice. Dear Medicated Lady, I am just…
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Words of Encouragement for Bryan and a FYI
Good luck sounds so ridiculous and inappropriate You don’t need luck to express talent and that’s the truth. My horoscope says you all love me today. That’s fabulous. Thank you!
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For Someone Who Sees Partly Sunny Skies
I dreamt of you today though I didn’t see your face I knew it was you the number was seven and it was bright yellow
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On Random Poems
On Tragedy …a haiku by poeticgrin, 8/18/04 Weed in a taco Broken swings, asses, and dreams Satan’s spawn inside Rotting …not sure if poeticgrin or I wrote this one. It sort of sounds like me, but it’s on Bryan’s b-day, 7/30/96 Sinking deeper and deeper The sand fills my mouth…
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Poeticgrin Hasn’t Left You
A reassurance: I promise to the broken-hearted friends of his Shake site, Poeticgrin will be back. Actually, he’s not going anywhere. He’s still writing and will continue to share his work with all of us in the future. I am quite happy Bryan is receiving the accolades he deserves. Also, there are so many talented writers who…
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The Acrostic of the PoeticGrin
Put your gun and your love down Oh, ye of lyrical greatness Evident are your witticisms in the threadbare bear, The great Whimsical Experience that was your postsecondary education I Come to you Graceless, without cause, without merit, to Revisit the past and the present In filtered lines and words Now…speak.