<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13027082</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:19:21.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACING</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racingpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BRANDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172853138710081285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13027082.post-111682312449686329</id><published>2005-05-22T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:13:40.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry response #2</title><content type='html'>I picked this poem because it was flipped. Because when you think of Smokey the bear you think of fire safety freak. When I read this poem I thought it was cool just hearing his hat was cocked. Then I heard now he is going to show them how a professional does it. That made me flip I was like wow how does that happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13027082-111682312449686329?l=racingpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111682312449686329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111682312449686329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/05/poetry-response-2.html' title='Poetry response #2'/><author><name>BRANDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172853138710081285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13027082.post-111682261759401215</id><published>2005-05-22T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:13:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAMES</title><content type='html'>Smokey the bear heads&lt;br /&gt;into the autumn woods&lt;br /&gt;with a red can of a gasoline&lt;br /&gt;and a box of wooden matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ranger's hat is cocked&lt;br /&gt;at a disturbing angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brown fur gleams&lt;br /&gt;under the high sun&lt;br /&gt;as his paws, the size&lt;br /&gt;of catcher's mitts,&lt;br /&gt;crackle into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sick of dispensing&lt;br /&gt;warnings to the careless,&lt;br /&gt;the half - wit camper,&lt;br /&gt;the dumbbell hiker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to show them&lt;br /&gt;how a professional does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Billy Collings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.bigsnap.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13027082-111682261759401215?l=racingpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111682261759401215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111682261759401215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/05/flames.html' title='FLAMES'/><author><name>BRANDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172853138710081285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13027082.post-111660452580925879</id><published>2005-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:14:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POETRY RESPONSE #1</title><content type='html'>I chose this poem because the title caught my attention I mean shooting rats at the county dump wouldn’t you read a poem that had a title like that? Another reason I chose this poem is because it was funny and I usually don’t like poems at all no matter what they're about. But this one is different it was funny and interesting. I mean getting drunk and then go to the dump and shoot rats that's a little weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13027082-111660452580925879?l=racingpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111660452580925879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111660452580925879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/05/poetry-response-1.html' title='POETRY RESPONSE #1'/><author><name>BRANDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172853138710081285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13027082.post-111651897572684892</id><published>2005-05-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:14:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good for uShootimg Rats At The County Dump</title><content type='html'>Shooting Rats at the Bibb County Dump&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/poets/poets.cfm?prmID=33"&gt;David Bottoms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride&lt;br /&gt;to the dump in carloads&lt;br /&gt;to turn our headlights across the wasted field, &lt;a href="http://www.west-ext.com/norway_rat_picture.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freeze the startled eyes of rats against mounds of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot in the head, they jump only once, lie still&lt;br /&gt;like dead beer cans.&lt;br /&gt;Shot in the gut or rump, they writhe and try to burrow&lt;br /&gt;into garbage, hide in old truck tires,&lt;br /&gt;rusty oil drums, cardboard boxes scattered across the mounds,&lt;br /&gt;or else drag themselves on forelegs across our beams of light &lt;a href="http://www.west-ext.com/norway_rat_picture.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toward the darkness at the edge of the dump.&lt;a href="http://www.west-ext.com/norway_rat_picture.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the light they believe kills.&lt;br /&gt;We drink and load again, let them crawl&lt;br /&gt;for all they're worth into the darkness we're headed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlinepoetryclassroom.org//what/GreatPoemsToTeach.cfm?prmPageID=16"&gt;http://www.onlinepoetryclassroom.org//what/GreatPoemsToTeach.cfm?prmPageID=16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13027082-111651897572684892?l=racingpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111651897572684892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111651897572684892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-for-ushootimg-rats-at-county-dump.html' title='good for uShootimg Rats At The County Dump'/><author><name>BRANDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172853138710081285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13027082.post-111651806703906456</id><published>2005-05-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:14:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRANDON'S POETRY BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello and welcome to my blog. Listed belowis 2 poems and my response to them. Leave some comments about this poem if you want to. Anyway thank you for choosing BRANDONS BLOG as your poetry stop today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13027082-111651806703906456?l=racingpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111651806703906456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13027082/posts/default/111651806703906456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racingpoetry.blogspot.com/2005/05/brandons-poetry-blog.html' title='BRANDON&apos;S POETRY BLOG'/><author><name>BRANDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172853138710081285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
