Come and play with me

[Du Lac]

MsPortia ~ It's a pleasure to meet ya and your opinion of course is always welcome (no matter how many posts you have)

It's funny though as you were one of the people that dissaproved of a thread so non related to poetry, yet when a poem in progress challenge is going on you continue to write non poetry posts.

I do not wish to argue with you BUT I will say this AGAIN ~

Can ya all just let it go PLEASE, you've all had your say, now it's just a vicious circle of insults and abuse.

Let it die, move on, let it go.

I politely ask you all to do this, all the negativity and accusations are spoiling this thread for people who REGULARY participate in it. If you don't like the thread thats cool, don't read or join it.

I mean no disrespect to anyone but please can ya all just drop it.

heard miss J... and will honor your wishes on your thread. I hope I caused you no harm.
blessings
du lac

 

[Jennifer C]

Now back to the POETRY

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

next...

 

[Jennifer C]

heard miss J... and will honor your wishes on your thread. I hope I caused you no harm.
blessings
du lac

LOL

Du Huni you could never do me harm, I understand you need to defend yourself and I respect you 100 % for doing it.

If I could see this debate reaching a conclusion I'd gladly let it continue but I don't see that happening.

Love and respect to you all...

One more thing, if you still need to thrash this out there is the private message option, that way it stays between the people involed.

Thank you

 

[Du Lac]

Now back to the POETRY

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

With childlike humor I splashed in his mud,
here I rolled, tossed and jumped,
no longer drowning in thickness of dread.


okay not too good but I will play with it....
if the discussion needs to be continued I rather do it on a new thread just for that. I have nothing to hide and feel that the public that cares to read can see all that is said. that is how we learn
du lac~

next...

 

[Jennifer C]

okay not too good but I will play with it....
if the discussion needs to be continued I rather do it on a new thread just for that. I have nothing to hide and feel that the public that cares to read can see all that is said. that is how we learn
du lac~

Yeah I see your point and completely understand...

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

With childlike humor I splashed in his mud,
here I rolled, tossed and jumped,
no longer drowning in thickness of dread.

But playing with a new state of mind,
my head above the puddle
muddy and dirty but free from constraints.

 

[Remec]

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

With childlike humor I splashed in his mud,
here I rolled, tossed and jumped,
no longer drowning in thickness of dread.

But playing with a new state of mind,
my head above the puddle
muddy and dirty but free from constraints.

Just sitting in the slop, making
mudpies for my friends--or, perhaps,
my foes.

 

[Du Lac]

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

With childlike humor I splashed in his mud,
here I rolled, tossed and jumped,
no longer drowning in thickness of dread.

But playing with a new state of mind,
my head above the puddle
muddy and dirty but free from constraints.

Just sitting in the slop, making
mudpies for my friends--or, perhaps,
my foes.

They pile up high and messy,
swaddled in layers of earthly delight,
to play and to hold my childlike frights.


welcome remec.. happy to see you here! du

 

[Jennifer C]

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

With childlike humor I splashed in his mud,
here I rolled, tossed and jumped,
no longer drowning in thickness of dread.

But playing with a new state of mind,
my head above the puddle
muddy and dirty but free from constraints.

Just sitting in the slop, making
mudpies for my friends--or, perhaps,
my foes.

They pile up high and messy,
swaddled in layers of earthly delight,
to play and to hold my childlike frights.


welcome remec.. happy to see you here! du

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

With childlike humor I splashed in his mud,
here I rolled, tossed and jumped,
no longer drowning in thickness of dread.

But playing with a new state of mind,
my head above the puddle
muddy and dirty but free from constraints.

Just sitting in the slop, making
mudpies for my friends--or, perhaps,
my foes.

They pile up high and messy,
swaddled in layers of earthly delight,
to play and to hold my childlike frights.

To throw and edulge in
mischevious fun, a mud pie
for all, nowhere to run.



That was fun

 

[Remec]

Something new

Dinnertime


The oven dinged and
she ducked in to check

 

[Remec]

welcome remec.. happy to see you here! du

Glad to be here, it's my night off...unless some dropin kids arrive, but even if they do, no working at the store on Fridays, so I'll be in and out most of the night. (Not in the desired manner, perhaps, but fun enough for now. <g>)

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Glad to be here, it's my night off...unless some dropin kids arrive, but even if they do, no working at the store on Fridays, so I'll be in and out most of the night. (Not in the desired manner, perhaps, but fun enough for now. <g>)

perhaps a duel again one night <grin> hey remec

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Mudpuddles:

His mind was like
fucking
a 3 inch mud puddle,
Shallow, dirty and not very deep.

Bottom hit too soon, lost in the muck
sunk in the mire of living.

Stuck in a rut of never ending
circles, going nowhere fast.

With childlike humor I splashed in his mud,
here I rolled, tossed and jumped,
no longer drowning in thickness of dread.

But playing with a new state of mind,
my head above the puddle
muddy and dirty but free from constraints.

Just sitting in the slop, making
mudpies for my friends--or, perhaps,
my foes.

They pile up high and messy,
swaddled in layers of earthly delight,
to play and to hold my childlike frights.

To throw and edulge in
mischevious fun, a mud pie
for all, nowhere to run.



That was fun

hehehe...okay ladies this was ....(O_O) MUSING

 

[Jennifer C]

hehehe...okay ladies this was ....(O_O) MUSING

Lol, You missed all the FUN...

 

[Du Lac]

Lol, You missed all the FUN...

Okay you start one JC...
du

 

[Jennifer C]

Reality

Okay you start one JC...
du

oh goody more FUN... okay

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...

next...

 

[Du Lac]

oh goody more FUN... okay

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...
Early morning sun pushing me
into the days trials and treats.

 

[Jennifer C]

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...
Early morning sun pushing me
into the days trials and treats.

No map to plan my destination
just intuition and imagination

 

[quietpoet]

You people - and I'm primarily directing this at MET and QP - really need to take a chill pill and tone down the paranoia.

"Take a chill pill?" Look in the mirror lauren, I am fine, but my opinion isn't going to be swayed by someone in swaddling clothes. I stand by my words. look at this site, the whole site. If we as poets, wanted to converse with the rest of the folks on the site we would, but it just may happen that we choose to be with like minds. If you look at the number of posters on a specific part of the site, there are rarely more than 7 or 8 on the poetry section, but 100's on the "I want to get laid tonight, or "let's have phone sex" section. You know what I mean.

I'll repeat what I said here yesterday after MsPortia's post:

These threads may not be not exactly appropriate, if you go by the forum guidelines set by the owners, but are tolerated in favour of a peaceful atmosphere in the community.

What is an appropriate thread, when using the logic of a poet? The essence of poetry is creation, which comes in many forms. For some, these threads, with all of their banter, may just be inspiring to write something new and creative. Are we going to prejudice creativity, when this is all about the written word? OR, are we going to censor writing (a very poetic idea)?

If you two want to construct that as a threat to your way of life, that is your problem. But to attack the perfectly rational and well-explained views of a fellow member simply because she only has 2 posts, is beyond ridiculous.

To make a statement, as she did, with no experience or interaction on the site, and for you to back her up with raving cheers, is to put her on the God pedestal. Objectivity comes with experience, and to ignore that for only one reason, to make your point supporting your opinion, is overzealous. Exactly what you are accusing me and ET of.

By your logic, the concept of having a thread like Recognition for New Poets would be laughable, because they have no posts whatsoever, so how can what they write matter?

This is laughable. In what way did any of us comment or say anything derogatory about the Recognition for New Poets thread? You are making an assumption based solely on someone's uninformed comments. In fact what did we say about new "poets" at all? I am sorry that this has become a shouting match, the threads I have started have all been about poetry, as has the "Zen mountain" thread, which happens to be one of the best threads on the poetry side of the site.

You criticize the happy posters
try to make us sad,
as if the love of sharing words,
creatively is bad.
When pointed thinking runs the world
it drowns the voice of reason,
partitioning the greater masses,
comes now the winter season

qp

 

[quietpoet]

And now, I will drop the cause

I only get on ocassionally, but I had to comment since I was the butt of a prior comment. i will let it rest...

John

 

[Jennifer C]

I only get on ocassionally, but I had to comment since I was the butt of a prior comment. i will let it rest...

John

Hey John...

I understand you needed to defend your comments and I appreciate you now letting it rest.

I hope to see more of you here on this thread In a fun, poetic way of course

 

[LeBroz]

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...
Early morning sun pushing me
into the days trials and treats.

No map to plan my destination
just intuition and imagination

Gliding and sliding
along life's slippery slopes


Hey there Jenn, it's your tongue-buddy;
I'm baaaack from my researches into
copyright infringement & intellectual theft

We still having fun here?

 

[Jennifer C]

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...
Early morning sun pushing me
into the days trials and treats.

No map to plan my destination
just intuition and imagination,
Gliding and sliding
along life's slippery slopes.


Hey Tongue buddy

Nice to have you back...

You know me babe, I'm always having fun somewhere...

But yes I think this thread has finally returned to it's playful roots (fingers crossed)

 

[Jennifer C]

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...
Early morning sun pushing me
into the days trials and treats.

No map to plan my destination
just intuition and imagination,
Gliding and sliding
along life's slippery slopes.

I click my heels together 3 times
sparks a little but nothing happens,

next

 

[LeBroz]

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...
Early morning sun pushing me
into the days trials and treats.

No map to plan my destination
just intuition and imagination,
Gliding and sliding
along life's slippery slopes.

I click my heels together 3 times
sparks a little but nothing happens,
then all is shockingly revealed,
the sands of time have turned quick.


Next

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Walking through reality
down roads unmarked...
Early morning sun pushing me
into the days trials and treats.

No map to plan my destination
just intuition and imagination,
Gliding and sliding
along life's slippery slopes.

I click my heels together 3 times
sparks a little but nothing happens,
then all is shockingly revealed,
the sands of time have turned quick.


Next

are we having fun yet...<grin>