May
30
Poetweet: Losing my patience
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Losing My Patience
I am rapidly losing patience in too many endeavors at once for my liking.
why do little girls have coach bags? im losing my patience with this neighborhood
China’s getting fed up of North Korea. Quickly losing patience.
Did we just not have this same conversation about meeting your deadlines for me?? Didn’t we? Losing my patience. SHIT! Time is $$!
i’m losing my patience. i mean, i just came here to bounce!
is losing his patience with the dog next door
i’m losing patience with my hair
Filming a french film all day in Glasgow. Got home to find the letter of vital importance still hasn’t arrived yet! I’m losing all patience.
That’s me in the corner of Starbucks, losing my patience with shrill, overcaffeinated teenagers.
I’m losing my patience tonight. Guess I can’t be Mr. Right all the time
Losing patience with people who advertise webinars but don’t use the medium appropriately/well!
Just an inch away from losing my patience. PARTAYYY TONIGHT, with my injured leg 
Ya’ll keep sayin give the old people a pass; I’m losing patience! Its ’bout to get real raw if they don’t knock it off
Seem to be having a day of losing things, the top to my moisturiser, my phone (temporarily), my voice, the plot, my patience……
-Editor, Twitter search phrase “losing my patience”
May
30
Each month we will be awarding $100 to a poegler for the best crafted poegle, as chosen by the Editors of Poegles.com. We will accept poegles of any length and in any form, provided that they are in English. In order to be entered to win, poeglers must register for the Poegles.com newsletter, and provide us with copy by noon EST on the date of the contest deadline. Poeglers must also supply the search phrase they used to generate the poegle, as well as a mailing address to which the cash award can be sent. Participants grant to Poegles.com rights to publish their poegles, per our terms.
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May
30
A poegle like no other
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A Moment Like No Other
Sitting at ringside for the next big boxing event just won’t be the same.
This is truly our lucky day for we are here to live it. This is a moment that is like no other. We traveled by bus from Brooklyn, New York; “in terms of its historic magnitude,” we waited a lifetime for a moment like this.
This was very obviously no Colgate moment. More a Kodak moment for their would be no repeat, in other words. We owe all of them for this moment. … that are part of their lives and no big deal, For young blacks and other, to those rare politicians like Lyndon B, you could hear, where these and others were going
His diploma in one hand, his classmates embedded in his heart, the beauty and inspiration of a reunion like no other: It was a moment in time … As the hour drew near for Barack Obama to be sworn in as this nation’s 44th president, it’s impossible not to suffer from a bit of whiplash trying to capture the meaning of this moment that would be like no other.
Donna in Napoleon, Ohio (search phrase: “A Moment Like No Other”)
May
30
Poegling in Virginia
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Ramblings of a Geek Hacking for Christ
Condomania lives.
Couples pack their separate cars.
Mobile Manor is the next trailer park casualty.
Sonny James, I wish it hadn’t happened.
Remember the man caught in a vacuum
sex act that got him 90 days in prison?
Maybe he came back under a different name.
Blessed are those who go in circles.
I’m tired of my room smelling like Bengay.
I’m tired of watching nipples that aren’t mine.
I am the great broken pecker.
I used to believe
in an omnipresent Trotsky force,
and laugh at internet dating, flyfishing,
Woody Allen’s failed romantic comedies.
I used to hum along to
Sinatra covers in our elevators,
and watch sportspub brawls.
Last week the Knicks proved
there is no such thing as a rebuilding year.
Maybe I’ll turn Bedouin,
travel to the outskirts of the Haraldskær marsh,
watch the sky for comet Lulin,
and the mystery of a shrinking violet zodiac.
-Chad in Virginia Beach (search phrase “i wish i hadn’t”)