BooMerengue
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You mean they are already submitted? Yikes...
*puttin the cap back on my pen...
*puttin the cap back on my pen...
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Angeline said:The man in the moon
plays tenor. Light beams.
Cool flowers fall
into ballads.
One gardenia
lands behind a Lady's ear,
tickles rhythm languid,
dragging Stardust
behind the beat, fine
and mellow,
that yellow light,
closed eyes, jazz
blooms at night,
thick and luscious,
lily sulty tones.
The moon escapes
from space, its empty home
through a golden length
of moan.
Wish on its song,
uncurl, spoon
into later bliss.
Kiss the night,
jazz moon,
soft flowered kiss.
BooMerengue said:Well- at least he can write one! I cant do either!
But I have trouble with free verse too.
*Catbabe* said:If they are like your Imhumanity poem Boo, they will rock our worlds.
Is it just me or does the title of this thread make any one else think that Anna wants us all to drop trou?
annaswirls said:this is so cool. I love the cosmic trickster
that could have been your poem
I would take out the comma in line 4 and pull straight from the last line up one line which breaks the common saying apart, making it more surprising.
maybe like this
"but reality is straight
as the crow flies."
But then again, I really do not know anything about poetry
love it, it is classically T.
Angeline said:The man in the moon
plays tenor. Light beams.
Cool flowers fall
into ballads.
One gardenia
lands behind a Lady's ear,
tickles rhythm languid,
dragging Stardust
behind the beat, fine
and mellow,
that yellow light,
closed eyes, jazz
blooms at night,
thick and luscious,
lily sulty tones.
The moon escapes
from space, its empty home
through a golden length
of moan.
Wish on its song,
uncurl, spoon
into later bliss.
Kiss the night,
jazz moon,
soft flowered kiss.
Tathagata said:full moon spotlight
haunted blue
same color as cigarette smoke
and the nightwind is hoarse
baritone sax
snapping finger cricket calls
encore encore
and that patch of silver moon grass
calls....
" barefoot dance time"
something primitive about dancing
under the spell of plaintive dust orb
with breeze blown leaf brush hiss
and peeperfrog horns
badum-Pa badum- Pa
snap snap snap
show me the way Mr Moonlight
one eye closed
squinting to see
us dancing in the garden
fantabulous
Angeline said:Ayup. Knew you'd understand, boyo.
Tathagata said:you first
*Catbabe* said:No, no , no...I believe it's monkeys first, always.
Or maybe we should just make Ange go first?
Tathagata said:yeah maybe we.....otter
*Catbabe* said:*groan*
Maybe you otter keep those kinda jokes to yourself.
average gina said:
A constant wink for billions, but I claim it momentarily.