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The Way I See It #76

The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Word Play - Simply For Love of Language

Created by self and other bloggers, thank you so much!

You are the cheese to my macaroni
You are the horizon to my sky
You are the bacon to my eggs
You are the laces to my sneakers
You are the jelly to my peanut butter
You are the Iams to my cat's dish
You are the muriatic acid to my pool
You are the smile to my face
You are the gravy to my mashed potatoes
You are the bubbles to my bath
You are the milk to my cookie
You are the ink to my pen
You are the ketchup to my French fries
You are the water to my ocean
You are the icing on my cupcake
You are the beans to my wiener
You are the comment to my blog post
You are the thread to my needle
You are the donut to my 7-11 case
You are the litter to my cat's box
You are the jewel to my piercing
You are the bookmark to my tome
You are the Garmin to my torturous trek
You are the sense in my sentence
You are the lens to my perception
You are the punchline to my joke
You are the mirror to my reflection
You are the phoenix to my hope
You are the cake to my ice cream
You are the hot fudge to my sundae
You are the sprinkles to my donut
You are the branches to my snowfall
You are the I to my loneliness
You are the island to my I
You are the spaces between the trees of my forest
You are the loveliness to my buttons
You are the underwiring to my bra
You are the canvas to my acrylic
You are the paper to my thought
You are the light to my shining
You are the glasses to my opera
ou're the Budweiser commercial to my Super Bowl
You're the Cinderella's castle to my Disneyland
You're the A-1 sauce to my steak
You're the iambic pentameter to my poem
You are the mouse to my pad
You are the Wite-Out to my typo (ask your grandparents about that one, kids)
You are the Texas Schoolbook Depository Building to my Lee Harvey Oswald
You are the Leo the lion to my Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
You are the George Martin to my Beatles
You are the neuroses to my Woody Allen
You are the bus to my another stranger
You are the shadow to my doubt

You are the sunshine of my life,
that's why I'll always be around

You're the tops
You're the colosseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre museum

What would you add, bloggers?

Created by self and paid $300 to send to relief efforts for Japan. (Below, a very early, primitive attempt at poetry. How's that, Rachel? I TOLD you it was modest and only a fan of me, personally, would pay for it!)
Some of you good ones have already e-mailed to ask what it is about, etc.
Please feel free to contact me in that way.

STEWARD OF THE HEART LAND

No more free right
of ingress and egress for you.
A toll booth was constructed,
your picture taped to the glass,
so you will be recognized
if you attempt to encroach.

You said you loved the landscape
but you plundered
irreplaceable artifacts,
smuggled out in your backpack and pouches.
Sand drifted from a hole in your pocket,
a sinuous trail like the track of a sidewinder.

You took brochures and attended lectures,
learning small things you could do
to help safeguard a precious resource.

The face is like a topo map,
revealing what there is to know.
Brow furrowed in apportioned concern,
yours inspires confidence and
hints at shared passion. You mislead.

You grasped the things that one can do,
for conservation and preservation,
citing by rote the steps you'd never take.
You are glib, though the sincere did not know
that for you to be spurred to
conserve or preserve, the words
must be preceded by "self".

26 comments:

  1. You are the comment to my blogpost

    xoxoKim

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  2. Oh, VERY good, Kim! Why didn't I think of that? See you soon.

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  3. You are the donut to my 7-11 case.

    Or something like that.

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  4. How lame am I? What matters to me?

    You are the cream to my coffee

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  5. you are the thread to my needle of course ...x

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  6. @ Rory - Very GOOD! I've just returned home from 7-11, actually, though not with donuts. But I GET it. Thank you!

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  7. @ Artymess ~ Duh! I feel stupid. How could I have missed that one? Thank you for pointing it out!

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  8. Ha!

    You are the litter to my cat's box

    You are the Iams to my cat's dish

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  9. It might be accurately stated that I enjoy playing with myself. Sorry, to those more delicate than I. [Like there could be ANY human more delicate than I. But I DO have an earthy side.]

    You are the jewel to my piercing

    You are the bookmark to my tome

    You are the Garmin to my torture

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  10. You are the sense in my sentence.

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  11. @ Jim ~ PERFECT. I feel embarrassed I didn't think of it. Thank you!

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  12. you are the lens to my perception.
    you are the punchline to my joke.
    you are the mirror to my reflection.
    you are the phoenix to my hope.

    sorry. got a little carried away there!

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  13. You are the cake to my ice cream.

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  14. @ Rraine ~ Oh, you are very good, early in the morning. Thank you. Carried away is OK enough, in my perception. I appreciate your gamesmanship and contributions!

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  15. @ CramCake ~ YUM! I eat vicariously through you.

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  16. In keeping with a theme:
    you are the hot fudge to my sundae
    you are the sprinkles to my donut

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  17. @ CramCake ~ Keep them coming, please! I am loving this. Have your and I ever discussed the addiction of food? :~}

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  18. You are the branches to my snowfall.

    You are the I to my lonliness.

    You are the island to my I.

    You are the spaces between the trees of my forrest.

    You are the loveliness to my buttons.

    You are the underwiring to my bra.

    You are the canvas to my acrylic.

    You are the paper to my thought.

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  19. @ Rachel ~ You are the heroine to my soul. Not to be included in this collaborative post. Love you, Rae.

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  20. You are the light to my shining.

    You are the glasses to my opera.

    You are the sunshine of my life,
    that's why I'll always be around.

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  21. @ Tag ~ Well, thanks to you and Mr. Stevie Wonder, my friend. I hoped you'd hop on!

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  22. You're the tops
    You're the colosseum
    You're the top
    You're the Louvre museum

    Wait a second. I think it's been used.

    How about...

    You're the Budweiser commercial to my Super Bowl.
    You're the Cinderella's castle to my Disneyland.
    You're the A-1 sauce to my steak.
    You're the iambic pentameter to my poem.
    You are the mouse to my pad.
    You are the Wite-Out to my typo (ask your grandparents about that one, kids).
    You are the Texas Schoolbook Depository Building to my Lee Harvey Oswald.
    You are the Leo the lion to my Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
    You are the George Martin to my Beatles.
    You are the neuroses to my Woody Allen.
    You are the bus to my another stranger.
    You are the shadow to my doubt.

    Sorry. Couldn't resist the last two.

    Liked the poem. That last verse was particularly lacerating.

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  23. @ Kirk ~ Good lord, Kirk, you are on a ROLL! How could I have not come up with George Martin/Beatles? These are GOOD. I like the Lee Harvey Oswald one. The last two are particularly tasty!

    Thank you re: the poem. It was really, really scary to put up. But once I'd accepted the $300, my benefactor said, "Put it up or I'll take it back."

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  24. @ Kirk again ~ I actually have a bottle of Wite-Out in my little compulsively set-up office. Oh, I don't use it on anything any more. It always dries up into white flaky stuff. But I like having it there. Much more than those devices with the correcting ribbon. I'm not all that coordinated.

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  25. Used to draw cartoons in my spare time, and so used Wite-Out for that. They still sold it as of two years ago.

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  26. @ Kirk ~ Oh, sure you'd use it for cartooning. I know the 99-Cents stores carry it heavily, which may be the death knell. Maybe it doesn't exist elsewhere any more. I haven't looked at Office Depot, etc., since I can get it so cheaply and don't use it anyway. Hey, at least I can HAVE it, right?

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