I would like to do a radio show on godlike and you...

don’t freak out... get creative you’ll love it

heellooo!

Hello?

hey fish any ideas?

Hya Plurity <*)))-{ Were all angling here for the meanings of life and where mankind is supposed to be heading. Take the lyrics and some of the "I Love You" thread. Its a big fishbowl here. I will get some sleep ..I will think of something tommorrow. It would make a great radio spot.

Great poems on I love you thread.

thanks fish .... night!

this will give you a idea of what I´m looking for
some of my favorite poems

by Antler
Pretending to be Dead

How many boys who loved playing army,
Who loved pretending to be shot
tumbling down summer hills,
Who loved pretending to be dead
as their bestfriend checked to make sure,
Or who loved pretending to deliver
their last-words soliloquy
wincing in imagined pain
or lost and dreamy,
Find themselves years later
trapped on the battlefield
Hearing the voices of enemy soldiers
Searching for corpses to mutilate
or wounded to torture to death?

What man remembers those idyllic
boyhood days then
As he lies still as possible
Trying not even to breathe,
hoping beyond hope
the enemy will pass him by,
Knowing if he´s discovered
they´ll cut off his cock and balls
and stuff them in his screaming mouth.
And then, before cutting off his head,
disembowel him before his eyes?

Ah, thousands of boys and men
have met this end,
Millions perhaps by now,
so many people
so many wars.
Do they go to a special heaven
set aside for
all who die like this?
Restored to the bodies they had,
The memory erased of that insane end
to the story of their lives?

Do they still get a chance
to play army with joy
And pretend to be shot
and pretend to die
After they meet this end?
Do they still get to thrill
in pretending to be dead
after they die?
After this hideous inhuman end
will they laugh and wrestle
their bestfriend again?
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Draft-Dodgers vs. Poetry Dodgers

Rather than fulfilling their military obligation,
fulfilling their poetry obligation--
After all, what´s more fulfilling,
learning how to kill or love?
Those who become soldiers
are evading the Poetry Service--
dodging the Poetry Draft.
Isn´t it their duty to their Country
more to become a poet
than a brainwashed murder robot?
When the young contemplate what branch of
the Service to join,
They should know they can contemplate
joining Poetry,
That Poetry is a Service that serves
the realization of Utopia
more than becoming skilled
at killing.
Too long it was thought the young were
needed to go to war,
Now the young are needed to go to peace.
Now the young are needed to go to poetry.

poems like this


The Only Sermon by Andrea Ayvazian

if we dug a huge grave miles wide, miles deep
and buried every rifle, pistol, knife, bullet, bomb, bayonet
if we jumped upon fleets of tanks and fighter jets
with tool boxes, torches
unwelded them dismantled them turned them into scrap metal
if every light-skinned man in a silk tie said
to every dark-skinned man in a turban
I vow not to kill your children
and heard the same vow in return
if every elected leader agreed to stop lying
if every child was fed as well as the racehorses bred to win derbies
if every person with a second home gave it to a person with no home
if every person who has enough said out loud I have enough
if every person violent in the name of God were to find God
we would grow silent, still for a moment, a lifetime
we would hear infants nursing at the breast
hummingbirds hovering in flight
we would touch a canyon wall and feel the earth vibrate
we would hear two lovers sigh across the ocean
we would watch old wounds grow new flesh and jagged scars disappear
as time was layered upon time we would slowly be ready to begin

Life is a trade off in the quest for peace
Of mind, of matter, of beauty of beast
The longer the time entrenched in mind
Pain so intense, frustration immense.

I am a broadcaster and poet, Plurality.

It would be an honor to join you in your endeavor.

thanks Norseman .....I will keep this thread up for the next week....

feel free to play

The Playground

I only turned my back for a moment,
but I heard the pop.
Something happened. Somebody is hurt.
They are both bleeding.
Who started this?

Please stop crying.
Who hit who?
Who started this?

"It´s HIS fault" each of them says.
"He´s bad" each of them says.
Then they both start crying.

Who started this?
What can I do?

Perhaps I should separate them.
Perhaps I can find someone
who was there. Someone who saw something.
Perhaps I can punish them both.
Perhaps I should just ignore them.

Or perhaps I should just
drop a bomb on the whole playground.



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Title idea..... Ah to be dust again

Will you be talking about the Apocalyptic Christian Bible Prophecies ?

Or how feminism is an evil plague upon the land ?

That´s right.
You can´t.

They´ll fire you.