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Ganesha · Jul 30, 2009

onestepp · Aug 1, 2009

Heave, Ho
the steamshovel knows,
man is not its master
he created the disaster!

Heave, Ho
the steamshovel goes,
get rid of mankind
let the world unwind.

Ganesha · Aug 2, 2009

Ed worked construction all of his life. During this deep dig the back hoe machine teetered awkwardly as it raked it's teeth across the chocolate brown earth. The rest of the crew stood on the edges of the crater as the machine’s bucket scrapped and revealed the old metal pipe. Ed was struck by an electrical jolt. He didn’t move. The machine reached to pull him out of the pit. Ed looked flushed as his hand touched the machine. They froze in that position. Both the machine and Ed died that day. Ed with a smile on his face.

Albedo of Zero · Aug 5, 2009

Pet Therapy

A manly man,
he grunts his thoughts
whenever he's alone.
A wife, three kids,
a house, a dog,
he grunts when he is home.
Came the day he said his first
and genuine "I love you"
when he found this toy,
a pet per se,
a vehicle for his views.
He made it dig
he made it roar
he made a few less grunts.
He dug a hole
and he fell in
and thats the last we heard from him...news at 11

Ganesha · Aug 11, 2009

Ed found the great vein of oil bleed out. He tenderly felt for a pulse. Ancient blood from bodies older than himself had been spent. Wars were raging over this precious black gold. Ed chained the beast and as he turned to leave the freshly dug pit a mechanical tendril reached out and pulled him under. Ed's blood mixed with oil and a cheer rang out from all the oil rigs, holding tanks and sucking machines that crisscrossed over and penetrated through the earth.

kdnxdr · Aug 11, 2009

Ganesha said:

Gentle with his love of metal
frail beside the pail,
man beseeched machine by hand,
"forever work together".

Machine, eventually so mean,
turned on man, he burned,
"I'm the one who built in time";
no need of man he'd known.

Man is lost to build by hand,
machine, his all had been;
without it's help, he'd pout,
"the world is not man's to be".

Ganesha · Aug 12, 2009

Ed loved the bucket. He had danced around the metal claw for days. Ed's wife observed that he couldn't contain himself. He had climbed out of the earthen pit and touched the bucket gently. His wife fainted, the children shrieked. The bucket held very still as Ed fell back and the earth opened up. He was swallowed and swallowing brown. Ed woke up from a dream with the color brown was all around. He could barely breathe as his hand touched the bucket.

Cyia · Aug 12, 2009

It's only a matter of time and space to dig himself free. Effort and sweat cake mud to his hands and feet. Toil and planning and dreams of what lies just a little further on – if he can only push deeper, dig harder. Until a crust of heat hardened rock bars his way. Smooth and flat, the perfect surface to build on and head back upward toward the sun. He considers his options, sees the metal teeth above him.

"Now," he says. "I can dig my way out. Further down's the way." With his covinction, he destroys his foundation.

C.bronco · Aug 12, 2009

EXCAVATOR
Creeps onto my ground:
Heathen machine!
I shall fight you! If...

You dredge that bit left to be dredged,
I slay you with my Judo Chop! Die Machine!

Die Heathen Diesel!

I curse them,
My

Neighbors

With ferocity

As they foil my drainage plans.

(Fade to black.)

Ganesha · Aug 14, 2009

"I want to touch the bucket!". Ed usually kept his thoughts to himself. "I want to touch you," he yelled. Everyone turned and stared. I happened to be there and wondered if he was losing his mind. He yelled another plea. The bucket arched out in response. Ed and the metal bucket touched and I must say I was moved. Well, I fell into the pit and landed at Ed's feet. I hung on and experienced the love, the devotion, the elation. We were all one. Like Dr. Bronner says- we are all one. united at last.

Ganesha · Aug 15, 2009

I am the earth that had been undisturbed for 100 years till Ed and the bucket arrived. Within my chocolate brown secret was love. A love that would wound anyone who pierced my skin. I was holding this electric love till they both arrived and after the bucket had emptied my soiled heart I let them have it. Yea, all the energy was waiting for this moment to fly.

A. Hamilton · Aug 26, 2009

faith or arrogance

my might is whim
when in your shadow

your promise bent
to my demand

and if you slip,
which criminal to blame?

post a poem or 100 word story to image

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

onestepp

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

Albedo of Zero

That didn't hurt

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

kdnxdr

One of the most important people in the world

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

Cyia

Rewriting My Destiny

C.bronco

I have plans...

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

A. Hamilton

here for a minute...catch me?