https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-77-week-of-nbsp-11-28-05 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 18:08:49 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2607-monkey-s-in-my-head https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2607-monkey-s-in-my-head Oooh ohhh, eeeee, eeeee, the monkeys are trying to flee They are jumping, climbing, fighting, thumping As they struggle to get the lid of the barrel free So they wiggle and they giggle and they play all day They push as they shove with a bit of monkey love But that lid won't budge it's not moving an inch So those silly monkeys they argue, fight, fidget and pinch They trample, they riot, they cry in their glasses of milk Before dancing, swirling, prancing, curling their way Eating bananas, singing off key, anything they can To keep their boredom at ... more anstey Old Poetry from DMV Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2606-iced-coffee https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2606-iced-coffee Frigid creaminess fills me Ice cold coffee slides Seductive Graceful My insides melt The longing, the need, the desperation swells within me For one More Perfect rub of flavour along my turgid tongue The tip begging for a luxurious lick Along the edge where the cream is beginning to flow now Between heaven And Hell A perfect sin A vicarious fuck In a cup As the liquid rises through the straw And gently So gently and then so quickly hard Gushes into my waiting mouth Where the blood is rushing and the heat is rising And the animal moan escapes ... more callooh Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 27 Jun 2007 21:51:08 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2604-never-kiss-a-frog https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2604-never-kiss-a-frog Where is the prince I expected?When I gave that frog a kissHow can I feel so rejected?I'm almost positive I didn't miss When I gave that frog a kissMaybe if I hadn't closed my eyesI'm almost positive I didn't missI still smell a faint aroma of flies Maybe if I hadn't closed my eyesI'd be basking happily in my towerI still smell a faint aroma of fliesHere I sit wilted like a flower I'd be basking happily in my towerIf only I hadn't believed those talesHere I sit wilted like a flowerIn comparison reality certainly pales If only ... more Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:08:00 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2604 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2616-monkey-s-free https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2616-monkey-s-free Oh no, oh no! Don't go! Don't go!Those monkeys in my head have broken freeThey flee! They flee! Whooping, holleringSinging that they are finally, finally freeThere is a gooey mess all around mePlain As plain can seeMy brain has spilled along the floorAs the monkeys head toward the doorI'm in shock as I gather each thoughtAs I stuff them in the hole open wideThat is hard to hide my fear insideWhere the monkey love used to beIt's gone now you see, no more peelsDances, prances, inspiration callsWild monkey climbing or freedom fallsMy mind is blank where once they marchedMy ... more Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:05:26 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2616 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2616 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2616 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2612-missing-in-action https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2612-missing-in-action Last night I mislaid six fat tearsI attempted to keep trackFrom their reconnaissance missionIn the fine lines about my eyesTo the sodden trail left behind And then they were goneNo note, no mission statementNo reason I can rest easy thoughNot like the time four skinny tearsWent A.W.O.LAnd waged battle without me Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:32:57 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2605-lovers https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2605-lovers Lovers...Bound by the past...Struggle to move forwardImbedded splinters still bloody...From love Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:31:45 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2605 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2615-kill-her-with-kindness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2615-kill-her-with-kindness ... Her heart once so aliveNow in a weeping chestHe promised everlasting loveBut again and again and againPut it to the test He lied And lied And liedHis smile shone brightShe cried And cried And criedInside she slowly Slowly died Within soft pledges of loveLayers of intentional painShe had so much to loseHe had nothing to gain The words 223I'm Sorry224Echoed Hollow RepeatedA plea, a kiss, a promiseWill he stop to grieve?When she ceases to believe Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 15:28:51 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2615 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2611-he-says https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2611-he-says There's just somethingAbout meAn airOf sexiness SomethingHe can't quitePut into words It could have somethingTo do withWhat my handIs wrappedaround Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:40:00 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2611 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2613-happy-birthday-to-me https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2613-happy-birthday-to-me Oh happy birthday to meOne year short of thirty three Shall it be tequila and lime?Or am I just old before my time? Where's my cake and where's the lootNo that's not it, that's eye of newt Should be on my way to workNo I think just this once I'll shirk I'll prance and play and sing a tuneDance real close with the man in the moon All of my candles have finally gone outWhen did the dizziness come about? Oh my, oh Dear, oh holy crapPerhaps it's time for my birthday nap Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:39:27 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2613 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2614-doughnuts-protest-the-meaning-of-life https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2614-doughnuts-protest-the-meaning-of-life Cathedral bells chime three and one quarter timesBefore they stopProtest their existential rightsTo ring only once or not at allor sing soprano instead Three and one quarter fat salted tearsSplash onto the pristine ceramic tilesRealization the last doughnutIs staleThe glaze flakingOnto my red plaid shirtAnd the fabric of life Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:31:46 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2609-cliche https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2609-cliche Why do I careWhat you thinkIf I leave the seat downThrow my wet towel on the floorDrink from the canWipe the snot on my shirtWhen I cryThe only reasonI can think ofIs a clich351 Shannon McEwen Old Poetry from DMV Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:27:32 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2609 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2609 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2609