Hey, I love the late night GD crowd!

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

A little more loose, lenient and fun loving!

Not any better than the daytime crowd, but more inclined to relaxed conversation and tangents that aren't quite as deadly serious as many of the daytime topics.

I salute you nocturnal Democrats and raise a glass in your general direction!

[Erika]

1. And ? Yeah? What now? n/t

[ClusterFreak]

2. Your mother was a hamster...

...and your president smells of elderberries!!

:silly:

[Blackthorn]

20. AH!

You think you can outwit us French folks with your silly knees-bent-running-about-advancing behaviour. I burst my pimples at you.

[ClusterFreak]

31. You don't frighten us, English pigdogs...

...go ahead, boil your bottom, son of a silly person!!

[Blackthorn]

37. Hehe, I told him we already got one.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

23. Oh, sweet! Soooo many Python fans tonight! n/t

[longship]

3. Me, too. Me, too.

nt

[Nite Owl]

4. Thanks TYJ

having a glass of wine here. Cheers!

[pitohui]

5. thanks and i raise a glass back atcha

probably raised too many glasses by this time of nite but what the hey :-)

[Erika]

6. There is no such thing as too many glasses

Cheers! Night duty is hard work. I must of got the "hard work" from listening too much to the W. You know, that's all he does.

[TomInTib]

7. Damned right!

So, it is left to us.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

24. And nothing but good wishes to you!

:toast:

[The Straight Story]

8. Don't make me post more poems tonight :)

Don't want to bore GD to death and all that!

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

9. LOL! I know where you live! Post another poem or your goldfish is dead!

[The Straight Story]

12. HA! They all died a few weeks ago actually.

4 of em in the pond. Thinking of replacing them with something more hardy, like rocks.

Son was cleaning the small pond and when he left knocked over the pump. It went near empty. Told him cleaning the pond did not mean getting rid of the fish in it...

[Erika]

11. Got to have just one more poem

You know, with my last glass.

[The Straight Story]

15. Ok, want a romantic poem or two? Have about 4 story/romance

I wrote for the wife.

[Erika]

16. Anything sweetly written for the wife

Please carry on.

[The Straight Story]

18. This is one of her favorites

She likes the old west and civil war era, this is a poem for her (Long) about Wyatt Earp and Josephine:

Captured hearts

Part 1
My Josephine

Floating like an apparition from a dream I saw you
Across the saloon on the stairwell
A moment in time my lady I shall not forget
The sight of you has done what no man has ever
It stopped this beating heart

Outlaws, guns, bullets I have lived by
Fear and a racing heart for the weak
For where I have been
A weak heart becomes death

The look of you, My sweet Josephine
Standing there alone looking down at me
Was like that of an Angel
Coming to take the dying man home
A sweetness the taste of which I have never known

Had the site of you come to me in battle
I would surely have died
AS my very being stopped
My concentration given over solely
To staring at this vision before me

I have seen the greatest evil in men
Felt the wind of bullets near me
And never have I wavered
Never, Oh Josephine, Until now

I have come here, to my home this night
And found myself unable to think of anything
But you
And so I write of you, to you
Until the cock crows if need be
And even then I suspect I shall leave much unsaid

I liken my passion for you like the hunt of a posse
I shall not be satiated so long as you remain free
And out of my grasp
I shall spare nothing to find you
To have you

May God have mercy on this man
I pray that I shall find you again this evening
And that this letter has found your heart
Until then my sweet….

-Wyatt

Part 2

Starry Night

Dry desert night winds slid across the prairies
As a horse draws near another rider
She sits alone near a creek
Tethered to a tree, waiting

Long flowing Gown revealing her to the moon
She watches him approach
This lawman, badge glimmering in the dim light
IN her hand, her heart, clutched a letter

He sees her
And stops
The horse prances nervously
Feeling his heart racing
Knowing his movements from many battles
The horse prepares

A moment passes
“Josephine”
A whisper to no one
But she hears
They stare at each other
Neither moving

Approaching Hoofbeats
Shouts
Two deputies ride to him
A murder
Trouble in town
He nods and they ride off

He watches them
Uncertain
Turning to her, her name escapes his lips
A tone of empathy
Smiling she shakes her hair out
Face caught in the moonlight
Body revealed quietly beneath her gown
Cocking her head to see him better she whispers
“Go my Wyatt…”

Heart pounding in rage he pulls on the reins
And rushes off to town
Hell to pay for someone
The sound of the hooves
Does not drown out the beating of his heart
And he knows
He is deep in love
With Josephine


Part 3
Letter from Josephine

My dear Wyatt
How it gladdened my heart to see you
Though brief was our encounter
I remember it as I remember you
Such a Handsome man you are My Wyatt

Does it interest you Lawman that I am alone
As I write this to you?
Dressed as I was when you left
Feeling the need to pull you near to me
And hold you

My hand trembles across this paper
As a cool wind blows into my window
Why have you not come to me?
Why Lawman, do you fear me
I have no gun
No desire to harm you

I am called from below
So I must take my leave
I hope this finds you
My Wyatt

-Josephine


Part 4
Together

Sitting alone and tired in his tent he ponders
And rages
Why did I not stay that night?
And he thinks of the dead man outside
And sighs

A horse approaches
And stops
Stepping into the night, a deputy sits on his horse
Folded letter in his hands
The scent of a woman drifts to him
Taking the note he retreats again inside

Candle light dances across the paper
The smell of her
He reads

Commotion as he bursts from his tent
People awaken and look
Hastily dressed, gun belt on shoulder
He rides

Hoofbeats pound as does his heart
Town draws nearer
And he prods the horse on
Faster
And like the wind he rides
To Josephine

Darkened town
All sleep well
AS their lawman rides the night
The horse stops hard in front of the saloon
His heart pounds

Leaping down he races in
And stops in the darkness
His feet carry him to the stairs
Those stairs
Where first he beheld her beauty

Rushing up them
To her door
To her
And stops as his hand touches the door knob
What if?
Someone else?

Anger flaring
And hurt
He leans back and kicks the door hard
It gives and slams open
A candles protests and flickers
Another goes out
A wisp of smoke rises and dances

Gun in hand he stares in
As she sits up alarmed in bed
Alone
For a moment neither moves
Slowly the gun goes away

The passion inside him explodes
He rushes in to her
To her arms
To his Josephine

They embrace hard
He and His Josephine
And he swears to her then
To never let her go
His Josephine

[Erika]

19. How sweet

Unrequieted love quieted. Nice. Very nice.

[The Straight Story]

29. Was reading over some more I had written

Some of a tad depressing (wrote most of these 7 years ago). Amazing the memories bring up, and some of them I am wondering - what the hell was I thinking???

Have a glass for me.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

25. Ooooooh-kay....

I'm putting my thinking cap on....

There was a man from Nantucket...

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

34. here's a couple

http://www.leftandrightfight.com/index.html

[TomInTib]

10. I look at this thing in the morning... and come back to roost at night..

Lounge 2... (I feel like Boo Radley when I cruise the Lounge)

or General Discussion Deluxe...

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

13. Dear Boo... Harper (or Truman?) created one of the greatest

false villains of all time there.

[Erika]

14. Oh toughen up

really...

[TomInTib]

22. What are you talking about. Erika?...

'toughen up'?

Are you kidding?

[BuyingThyme]

17. Then answer this for me:

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=364&topic_id=2123492&mesg_id=2123492

[Erika]

21. Our world is deep and sad nowadays

Per the W legacy.

[TomInTib]

33. They say we come from the water

to run thru the trees

They say that all Men are Brothers

But as different as the Seasons..

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

26. I'm sorry, that part of my brain went to sleep two hours ago.

:hi:

[BuyingThyme]

30. Yeah, but I wrote the question over two hours ago.

:hi:

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

32. Oh, fuck... And I'm still here!

[Will Scoffield]

27. Raising one back, TYJ

:toast:

(from a long time lurker, newbie poster)

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

28. Welcome to DU! And please post more!

[Bluebear]

35. Back atcha, all night long :)

[and-justice-for-all]

36. I work nights all the time.....

And I dont have alot to do, I am so glad for free internet here on the job!! I do go days without posting because I like to do other things when I am off...

[The Straight Story]

38. Kicking it in the lounge I see.....(nt)

[tinfoil tiaras]

39. late night repersennnttt