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SPELUNK/FUNK
by Terry Olynik"I'll meet you
At Altamira!" she cooed,
Barely audible
(And barely irresistible)
Over the usual
Cafeterial din.
Sure enough
There she was,
Some three hours later -
Looking all paleolithic and smug
In her bearskin
And Manolos.
Thank goodness,
I remember thinking,
That dinos and man did not actually coexsist -
We would surely be
Homosapien tartar
For ol' triceratops.
"How can you tell the
Stalagmites from the stalactites?"
I asked quite naively.
"Depends entirely,
On your point of view"
She rightly posited.
We spent the remainder
Of the red-sky night
Comparing scars,
Listening to Steely Dan,
And
Text-messaging God*.
*neither of us could find the nicotene gum
05/03/2007 Posted on 05/03/2007
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 05/08/07 at 05:04 PM Thankfully you were not "Homosapien tartar" or this wonderful poem wouldn't exist. Magnificent, Terry. Plus, you wound up this poem beautifully with the part about "Text-messaging God." How fitting for the end of a spelunking day.
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| Posted by JD Clay on 05/10/07 at 01:50 PM Oh, this is out there and I like it. Loads of metaphor with hope for gain. Good stuff, Terry. Congratulations on becoming the Poet Of The Day.
Does God text back? Just curious.
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| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 05/10/07 at 03:09 PM Congratulations on your POTD! Well deserved. :) |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/10/07 at 08:54 PM CONGRATULATIONS |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/10/07 at 08:56 PM (That actually got sent before I finished the rest of the message) on a fantastic poem. The images and metaphors are quite neolithic.
~Chelle~ |
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