Jan
31
You are entering a fine poegle
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You are entering
A world of sight and sound!
A world of pain;
The comfort zone;
The business world;
A highway or street from a private driveway and the way is clear.
A world of sight and sound!
The temple domain;
A restricted area;
A no spin zone;
A new age of redundancy. Beware.
Menopause. Hell.
Egypt, from which you came.
A quarantine area.
A gay- and lesbian-free zone.
A period of intense bodily, mental, and spiritual transformation.
Heavy horror metal!
An easily hackable page.
My digital metamorphosis.
The lair of Sluggy X.
A dangerous area, and the possibility of injury or death is real.
A world of sight and sound!
A distribution maze;
A tinkering zone;
The ghost town;
The home of the pseudotumor cerebri support network.
-From Julie in DC (search phrase “you are entering”)
Jan
31
A poegle you won’t forget
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Like Riding a Bike
Think back to what you know,
To what cannot be forgotten,
The day the training wheels came off
And you fell, got back on, fell, got back on,
Pedal.
It all bears scrutiny,
The laws of physics,
Angular momentum,
A resistance to change,
Balance.
A simple child’s pleasure,
One more secret unfurled,
One less thing to elude you,
Check it off the list and
Move on.
Driving to who cares where,
I think of us years past,
And count you among
The things I am unable to
Unlearn.
-Brad on the Upper West (search phrase “it’s like riding a bike”)
Jan
31
Yes, Bob Dylan inspired this poegle
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Marriage
At the beginning our minds are just blank slates.
You’re in my lost country now, attentive, as ever, to
my need, painfully genuine. Good at remembering
where we park. And quite cute and stylish
in that Montreal way.
We pass our days in a happy swoon, good at these
delicious mediocrities. Full of cliché plots, stock characters,
improbable coincidences. And it’s still only Wednesday.
Think of the world you carry within you. All the romance of Paris,
the showgirls of Montmartre, a cross-country road trip, down the
country lanes in England, wanderlust.
Only the oversized hats and wigs hint at a wild past.
Don’t you remember those who were free? The sense of living
too far at the edge. Bathing in the sweet scent of orchids.
Circling around the ancient tower.
Most of us have played it safe. Hip-slung with pleated aprons,
thinking of our own future. Keep working at it.
There’s no deep meaning or powerful statement here, just a fun time.
-Polly in the Blue Ridge (search phrase “short pants romance”)
Jan
30
The $100 Poegle Challenge
Looking for a way to waste some time at work? Just one day left until we award $100 to a poegler for the best crafted poegle of the month. Send us your poegles! The January 2009 Poegles Challenge is open until noon EST on January 31st, 2009. Please email your poegles to editor@poegles.com . The best poegles will be placed on the website and shared in our newsletter. Please include your name and the search phrase that you used to generate your poegle. More information and rules are here.