Dan West

Joined April 2021

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Take My Word For It
No need to stuff my words in your pockets You can take them for free Say they were delivered by Amazon Give them to homeless people
By Dan West11 months ago in Poets
Pep Talk
As I used to tell my students "My job is not to like you. It's to educate you. And it's not lookin' good."
By Dan West11 months ago in Poets
Me and Me
I love myself as, You know, a friend. I don't buy myself flowers. That would be creepy. But sometimes I go with myself to the movies
By Dan West11 months ago in Poets
Atman's Big Adventure
The river ran backwards on the day The Queen vanished. There was much speculation in the kingdom of Sleepy Valley as to where she might be. Some thought she might be in Heaven watching her favorite TV shows. It was always assumed that they got the Brtibox Channel in Heaven.. Other people thought she might have gone to visit her cousin in Bavaria. There were best of friends and often went camping together. This rumor was given some credence when the Queen's private secretary rang up the cousin but got no answer. Some thought she may have died of Royal Decapitation Syndrome (RDS), but no head was found rolling about. The Royal Physician announced that the Queen had had all her vaccinations. There are always those who bring up alien abduction and they gave the opinion that The Queen had been abducted by little green men. It sounded silly but did account for the fact that nobody, absolutely nobody, had seen her disappear, though it seemed to have happened shortly before afternoon tea.
By Dan Westabout a year ago in Fiction
My Entire Life
When a 9mm bullet is approaching your skull at 853 miles per hour your life flashes in front of you. Very quickly. Of course in this case the bullet didn’t need to travel 853 miles, just, oh I'd say, about 10 feet. So, if my math is correct, that means my entire life flashed before me in about eight thousandths of a second.
By Dan West2 years ago in Fiction
Swine Lake
I saw swine, nine times nine, Dancing on the telephone line. Eighty-one pigs in tutus and tights Performing amazing feats at dizzying heights.
By Dan West2 years ago in Poets
Plowing Pencils Into Pixels
I wish to speak of a tool which is the Intermediary Between your mind and mine. I choose the #2 pencil as the symbol of the process.
By Dan West2 years ago in Poets
Love Poem for You
Not that I care but I am, you know, kind of, I kind of, You know, Like you.
By Dan West2 years ago in Poets
Dan's Playlist
When I was a five-year-old I said I wanted to be a cowboy. That’s not quite what I meant though. I really had no interest in cows at all. I meant that I wanted to be a good guy, and vanquish the bad guys. I wanted to pull my six-shooter from its holster, twirl it around my trigger finger and shoot the pistol out of my enemy’s hand. In short, I wanted to be the Lone Ranger. I even had a dream that he left me a white horse just like Silver in the basement. The dream was so vivid I literally had to go down the basement to see for myself. I was crushed. https://open.spotify.com/track/44IIQu5ssU1dH6v709L2UF?si=1035ec1976a442cd The William Tell Overture (Royal Philharmonic Orchestra)
By Dan West3 years ago in Beat
Translation
twenty-two tangled tornadoes take time to translate the twisted tale told to travelers through their territory. therefore the terrible theme's
By Dan West3 years ago in Poets
Time Travel High Jinks
I open the door cautiously, and listen. I have stepped back through time in my rickety old-fashioned time machine. It is just yesterday, but I may be in time to stop them. The Slinky, the Owl and the Rat, they are secretly plotting. I smell it and then see the wisp of cigarette smoke curl upward above the grandfather clock as I peer through the slot between the door and the frame. It must be the Rat. He's the only one who smokes.
By Dan West3 years ago in Fiction
Sunnyside Academy
“If walls could talk”. I bet you’ve heard that one. Of course walls can talk. It’s just a matter of who we have the good sense to talk to. Right? Humans are quite self-centered, so if we don’t choose to talk to them they assume we can’t talk. You and I know better.
By Dan West3 years ago in Fiction