Archival Review

[LeBroz]

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A little secret sensual sharing with which to start this Saturday morn.


eiderdown whisper
by Sibilaire©


two fingers
wave goodnight
hidden under down cover

I whisper
the syllables
of our secrets
as the wave
comes to its finish

promises are the warm, quiet
feathers of sleep

as I rest my hand on
the impression your head
has left behind on my pillow
leaving my scent for your return

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[LeBroz]

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For the child, it is a tragedy of epic proportions.


Full Circle
by RedHairedandFriendly©


Higher the balloon sails.
The wind whips it around.
They try to catch it.
They lose.
It flies higher. It soars free.

Free like an eagle.
Wings lifting, spreading, falling.

Falling like rain.
Fast, hard, quick.
Flooding rivers, lakes, streams.

Streams of tears flow down a cheek.
Soft, cold, and dimpled.

Dimpled smile rarely seen.
Hidden away from view.
Scared to come out because it will be hurt.

Hurt and torn apart.
The heart of the child.
As the balloon flies free.


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[LeBroz]

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Now this should make for quite an interesting trip.


full moon over fort davis
by steve porter©


on my way to the star party
at the macdonald observatory

switching back and forth
up the side of mount locke

in the dark narrow valley when
it suddenly explodes into view…

and i am just positive
that when i reach the top

i will just keep on going
and it will all be mine.

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[LeBroz]

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sexlacious?


fumbling
by smithpeter©


as if paint and
pointed objects could
change my moment

well, they have
for the moment

then it's back to the
emotion mine
more digging
no supervision
no time clock

it is eternal
till the economy
of limbs drop off


(sexlacious)

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[LeBroz]

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Talk about a Monday funk! It's cold and rainy outside today and there might even be some snow tonight & tomorrow. So today let's try a different sort of funk to lighten the mood.


funked I
by 2rivers©


Ruby is jealous
her whirl
our skirting

I, She
twirl
singular

the deep bass
no piccolo
our chests only

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[LeBroz]

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More funky flavor to ward off today's chill in the air.


funked II
by 2rivers©


making love
create a beat
deep

shut up world
be silent
night mute

the couple of lights
that blend make pure blue
a never extinguish kinda thang


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[LeBroz]

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Here's a touch of nostalgia for anyone who was once a teen.


Fun At The Evelyn
by hippiedude©


At the Evelyn Theater on Friday nights
No one was there for the movie
The place was packed with dropped off kids
Boys and girls left there to see and be seen
A pre-driving drag strip in our town
The unfortunate possession of a man named Mutt

All through the featured film they walked
From the concession stand at the back
Down the left aisle and across the front
Their young bodies backlit
By the iridescent scene on the screen
Then up along the right hand aisle back into the
Yellow blue and red neon of the concession stand
And the smell of popcorn pickles chocolate and cigarettes

The only ones sitting in the red cushioned seats
Were young couples who came to make out
With feet sticking to the soda pop floor
And lips pressed hard to each other

Until the night Mary Anne dared Johnny Lee
To make a hickey on her neck and screaming
She ran toward the unwatched screen where
He caught her and met her challenge

That’s when a scowling Mutt appeared
Walking slowly down the aisle
Every seat was suddenly filled
Every eye riveted on the action up front
Mary Anne and Johnny Lee lost in their embrace
As he showed them to the door

The next week a sign was posted
On the red tiled ticket booth in front
Identical to the full page ad
Carried by the County News
“We Have Declared War On Noisy Kids”
Thus ending the fun at the Evelyn


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[LeBroz]

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Let your imagination flow with the imagery painted so vividly.


Future Perfect
by SeattleRain©


Yellow curves, black lines
framed in weather worn
driftwood

feet pause their walking
read of escapades
painted on the wall

discussion turns
heads tilt
attempt to relive
artists point
of inspiration


judges hold score cards
high and low
end of pencil
corner of mouth

I imagine faceless beauty
belongs to me
color blue eyes between lines
ache between curves
fingers trace longing
until it becomes my own

I sink into the point.

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[LeBroz]

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Let's end my stroll through the F's with this little bit of a sarcastic look.


FYI: I'm Hurting Too
by dorksicle©


I long to be free,
and maybe someday I'll fly and soar.
Until then I'm stumbling.

You say, 'stop being shy and lazy'.
Well done, I think you've cured me...

I'm up to dissection one thousand and one,
and I'm just about fed up.
Part of me is glad that you can see right through me,
and I guess I'll go on being the person I never was.

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[LeBroz]

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Another short poem for today, this one revealing two faces of Gaia.


Gaia
by BooMerengue©


enraged
Her fire spilling
down
benevolent
one tiny seedling
emerges

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[LeBroz]

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Appropriate to start May with this view of a metaphorical garden.


Garden Kiss
by Miss Oatlash©


I met you
in a garden full of thorns.

Dark, forlorn.
overgrown with scars of
lost lovers.

Before my eyes
bloomed a rose,
the color of your nipples.

As fragrant as the sweet
scent of your wet garden.

Rain kissed its petals.
And you kissed my heart.

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[LeBroz]

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What a way to start the month of May, with garden oriented poems. Breath deeply with this.


garden magic *haiku*
by bluerains©


wilted petals weep
wild flowers bloom alchemy
scented memories

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[LeBroz]

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A little spring fling and wallowing in the mud never sounded quite so good as described here.


garden maven
by smithpeter©


love holds my head above water
floating me, a hand between blades
an olive arm below my legs

her feet are allowed to touch the bottom
to cradle and feed the growth all around
placed by passion

invited to contribute and play in the dirt
I stay back till she is half filthy
then join with joy and mud and hose

our watering can has holes
designed
to let enhancements to us flourish

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[LeBroz]

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Here we go with yet another look at some metaphorical gardening skills.


Gardening
by LilyMelb©


Snip snap
I’ll cut off that
Hmmm, but this
I think I’ll keep
That bit’s strong
The other is weak
It makes me cry
I cannot think

Here’s a weed
Well that’s gotta go
Shaped like a heart
It’ll only bring woe
Hack it out
Destroy the roots
Don’t let it control
The garden it pollutes

Ah, but this
A tree straight and tall
A thick strong trunk
Will never fall
Resembles a backbone
Topped by a brain
Can not feel love
Won’t be hurt again

This garden I’ll save
By chopping the waste
And constructing a fence
Without any gate
None will get in
And I won’t get out
Safest that way
Concrete over the doubt

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[LeBroz]

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Here's a powerfully written little piece that ought to make you feel as though you're about as wound as you've ever been.


gasping
by champagne1982©


i'm ragged
edges of frayed
nerves,
a bundle
tied in tight-wired
bales,
with painful
realizations of
ends.

There's an explosion
Waiting to burst.
There's a fire
Waiting to burn.

totally,
in the absolute
dark.
i'll wait here
where i sorrow,
fraught
with meaning,
nothing shouldn't be
said.

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[LeBroz]

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Here's a little something for all the chefs out there.


Geezer Man Says
by jd4george©


pot roast ain't
red meat
fucking assholes don't
know a fucking thing

.....71 years makes you
a geezer
and fifty years as head chef
slinging the same food
on the same plates
for the same family
of the same restaurant
for the same pay
makes you
a geezer

pot roast ain't
red meat

.....71 years makes you
a geezer
who can rub up against
the blond waitress
(the one with big tits)
and squeeze her ass
while you try to remember
what a hard-on is
and you hope the wife
remembers to pull up her pants
after hitting the john
maybe you'll be lucky
and she'll wipe herself
as you finally remember the last time
you had a hard-on
before she lost her memory
turning into a crazy bitch

pot roast ain't
red meat

.....71 years makes you
a geezer
to the young snots the owner hires
who rip him off
by stuffing lobster tails into
dirty jackets to feed the kids
or impress their old lady
and the owner doesn't care
'cause he's got a red ‘vette
and he's got a red mustang
and some other car the color of red meat
that he pours money into
'cause he thinks he's important
(just 'cause his mother got lucky
when her old man died)
and now he owns the restaurant
Geezer man says

pot roast ain't
red meat
fucking assholes
they're all fucking assholes
71 years and I ought to know
fucking assholes from
fucking assholes

pot roast ain't
red meat

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[BooMerengue]

Hey Le Broz! I'm back for a bit and I have to tell you I have always liked jd4george and this is only 1 reason why and I love this thread and I miss y'all and life is just movin' and groovin' and its all good and if its not who gives a shit anyway?

 

[tungtied2u]

Hey Le Broz! I'm back for a bit and I have to tell you I have always liked jd4george and this is only 1 reason why and I love this thread and I miss y'all and life is just movin' and groovin' and its all good and if its not who gives a shit anyway?

Hi Boo! Damn I've missed you woman. Where the heck have you been since you were in the Gulf ? It seems ages ! Hell, it's been ages. Graet to see you here ....

 

[BooMerengue]

Hi Boo! Damn I've missed you woman. Where the heck have you been since you were in the Gulf ? It seems ages ! Hell, it's been ages. Graet to see you here ....

Hiya Tungy!! I wish I could tell you where I've been, but I don't really know. I mean I know of specifics that don't make sense for me and so I'm still trying to figure it out. I can say I've been to hell and am definitely on my way back, but I seem to be a me that even I am not familiar with. Who'd think I'd do a growth spurt/life change at my ripe old age, huh? But I guess thats what it is.

I have a poem on the tip of my tongue but I can't start it and so I spent last night re reading all of mine and many times I asked myself "When and why did you write that?" or "Who is speaking here?" very puzzling, but I've always been pretty open so no sense trying to hide stuff now. I just know I have to get writing and getting it all out or I'll just fade away.

Thanks for asking, Pal. Just keep an eye out and PLEASE critique freely if I do manage to get something finished. You can only hurt my feelings if you have an opinion and keep it to yourself.

Thanks Lovey!

 

[tungtied2u]

Hiya Tungy!! I wish I could tell you where I've been, but I don't really know. I mean I know of specifics that don't make sense for me and so I'm still trying to figure it out. I can say I've been to hell and am definitely on my way back, but I seem to be a me that even I am not familiar with. Who'd think I'd do a growth spurt/life change at my ripe old age, huh? But I guess thats what it is.

I have a poem on the tip of my tongue but I can't start it and so I spent last night re reading all of mine and many times I asked myself "When and why did you write that?" or "Who is speaking here?" very puzzling, but I've always been pretty open so no sense trying to hide stuff now. I just know I have to get writing and getting it all out or I'll just fade away.

Thanks for asking, Pal. Just keep an eye out and PLEASE critique freely if I do manage to get something finished. You can only hurt my feelings if you have an opinion and keep it to yourself.

Thanks Lovey!

You know me...the only way I'll hold my tongue is if it's busy somewhere else ..



Kisses and hugs darlin'...

 

[champagne1982]

Hey Le Broz! I'm back for a bit and I have to tell you I have always liked jd4george and this is only 1 reason why and I love this thread and I miss y'all and life is just movin' and groovin' and its all good and if its not who gives a shit anyway?

Hello darling. Poemize away! Please. I've missed you.

I'm so glad that the changes have been towards the better. It's a wonder and a happiness to know that you are well. Welcome back.

 

[BooMerengue]

Hello darling. Poemize away! Please. I've missed you.

I'm so glad that the changes have been towards the better. It's a wonder and a happiness to know that you are well. Welcome back.

Hello to you my so smart poetess friend! I've been reading you, and telling my sis about you and I'm so glad to see you!

Poemize, huh? I'm trying. But when I read you and Ange and jd and so many others here it backs me up. You all are so good!

Soon, kiddo. I promise.

Beth

 

[LeBroz]

Hey Le Broz! I'm back for a bit and I have to tell you I have always liked jd4george and this is only 1 reason why and I love this thread and I miss y'all and life is just movin' and groovin' and its all good and if its not who gives a shit anyway?

Welcome back Boo and stay awhile. Getting such a response like that from folks like you and Cordelia is part of my reward in this little undertaking. Now just lay back and enjoy this little piece.


genius at midnight
by SeattleRain©


"Aimee" and "Cecelia" and
"Southern Cross" harmony-
our voices never sounded as good as
when under Lisa's seductive soprano and
JR's acoustic guitar

we all became more beautiful
under their glow
every one, a genius at midnight

a shark falls asleep at my neck
I see speaker wires, proud and
black against apartment white walls

someone passes cake in a can
someone drops eggs into boiling
pasta water someone touches my leg
under short denim
it does not matter who
just pass it around now
pass it around

and for a while then
everything was cool
and we were all each other
blended on carpet and hardwood.

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[BooMerengue]

Welcome back Boo and stay awhile. Getting such a response like that from folks like you and Cordelia is part of my reward in this little undertaking. Now just lay back and enjoy this little piece.


genius at midnight
by SeattleRain©


"Aimee" and "Cecelia" and
"Southern Cross" harmony-
our voices never sounded as good as
when under Lisa's seductive soprano and
JR's acoustic guitar

we all became more beautiful
under their glow
every one, a genius at midnight

a shark falls asleep at my neck
I see speaker wires, proud and
black against apartment white walls

someone passes cake in a can
someone drops eggs into boiling
pasta water someone touches my leg
under short denim
it does not matter who
just pass it around now
pass it around

and for a while then
everything was cool
and we were all each other
blended on carpet and hardwood.

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and for a while then
everything was cool
and we were all each other
blended on carpet and hardwood


This says so well what I miss so much and am now working hard at getting back.

Can I get an Amen??

lol


Morning Leon!

 

[tungtied2u]

and for a while then
everything was cool
and we were all each other
blended on carpet and hardwood


This says so well what I miss so much and am now working hard at getting back.

Can I get an Amen??

lol


Morning Leon!

AMEN ! and Hallelujah !