Hi Ku Cat

[HarryHill]

content cat
gets lazy when it comes
to writing
wants to curl
coil
doze in sunlit dreams
motes dancin' as colours that stream from a magic flute

cat needs a slap
to rouse
to bristle
find some gristle to bite down on and
spit out words in the shape of
images worth hearing

now a call to freedom
is a dangerous lure
makes feline eyes glint
claws feel themselves inside soft paws
but a wise puss knows
rampant freedom's not all it's cracked up to be
and a warm fireside holds appeal in its 'cosy'

Here Puss, I know I've been amiss
to holds n stroke, prod n poke
those paws that flash gentle daggers
sharp as any pin, you silly
stretched out in furry bliss
motor running, contented rumble
now curl, mold to my shape
hide a nose with tail
sleep

 

[todski28]

We write a novel
my quill fills you
full and deep
you provide the ink
for me to sign my name
on your womb
a hot splash
remembered forever

 

[butters]

Here Puss, I know I've been amiss
to holds n stroke, prod n poke
those paws that flash gentle daggers
sharp as any pin, you silly
stretched out in furry bliss
motor running, contented rumble
now curl, mold to my shape
hide a nose with tail
sleep

We write a novel
my quill fills you
full and deep
you provide the ink
for me to sign my name
on your womb
a hot splash
remembered forever

wowsers! this could belong in the passion thread

 

[HarryHill]

I tried to eat a biscuit
covered up with gravy
but my plate was full
what a forking mess
no room left for sausage

 

[butters]

no sausage? oh noes!

ok, just cleared 33 messages from others... so you and the others trying to get through can

 

[HarryHill]

no sausage? oh noes!

ok, just cleared 33 messages from others... so you and the others trying to get through can

Thanks for clearing a spot
I'll hop my moggy ass
onto your waiting lap
turn and massage a soft spot
where I can take a nap

 

[butters]

Thanks for clearing a spot
I'll hop my moggy ass
onto your waiting lap
turn and massage a soft spot
where I can take a nap

*pats lap*

 

[HarryHill]

*pats lap*

Astral lap projection

And you, my Ku
paw prints on pink pad
calling for Blue and Yellow
to bring home her moggy man
smile from walls while
he raises purrs from puss

 

[butters]

when very small
the bath tub
oh
it was a pool
a languid pool
where toes they did not meet the taps
and knees were not obliged to bend
and i could float
suspended in the mo
ments
that flowed into minutes
into hours in my head
where thoughts they floated too
and the mournful notes
the wind played on the pipe outside the window
on long grey afternoons
were the night songs of trains on distant tracks
tunes of a distant land brought closer by imagination....

 

[butters]

to dream of you

the undertow is strong
and i am half-lost
already in the weed-wrap of dreams
that flow past my half-closed eyes
like escaping bubbles of oxygen
rising to the ever more distant light
even as i sink back
not fighting the underwater roar in my ears
the shell is inside my head
and i am its voice....

i sleep
to dream
of you

 

[butters]

with palm soft
and fingers lightly curled
(so as not to drop and bruise )
i weigh the fruit of other minds
take note of curve
of dimple, scent and heft
gaze at the peel
small blemishes and bloom
and as imagination bites
firm press of teeth into the flesh
i drool
and wonder why
oh why
can't i grow fruit like this?

 

[Tsotha]

with palm soft
and fingers lightly curled
(so as not to drop and bruise )
i weigh the fruit of other minds
take note of curve
of dimple, scent and heft
gaze at the peel
small blemishes and bloom
and as imagination bites
firm press of teeth into the flesh
i drool
and wonder why
oh why
can't i grow fruit like this?

different gardens
strange colours and tastes
but
there where the river
bends, twists, we sit.
all together, we watch,
it all flows by,
and ripe apples fall
from the same tree;
humanity

 

[butters]

different gardens
strange colours and tastes
but
there where the river
bends, twists, we sit.
all together, we watch,
it all flows by,
and ripe apples fall
from the same tree;
humanity

inside each apple
resides a star
some break free
when the apple falls
to burst open on the ground
scattering juicy spray
white pulp
a scrap of red skin that clings
dented, torn

others remain
secret
perhaps sensed by blind worms
that maggot their way through the fermentation
brown decay
growing fat and blue-veined on sucrosis
sensed - but not appreciated

when wasps have had their giddy fill
and grubs have shrugged and shuckled their way loose
when birds grow glutted
look for fresher flesh to pick
star-seeds may slip to decorate the grass
but hid, still, by its stems
by most are passed.

 

[HarryHill]

inside each apple
resides a star
some break free
when the apple falls
to burst open on the ground
scattering juicy spray
white pulp
a scrap of red skin that clings
dented, torn

others remain
secret
perhaps sensed by blind worms
that maggot their way through the fermentation
brown decay
growing fat and blue-veined on sucrosis
sensed but not appreciated

when wasps have had their giddy fill
and grubs have shrugged and shuckled their way loose
when birds grow glutted
look for fresher flesh to pick
star-seeds may slip to decorate the grass
but hid, still, by its stems
by most are passed.

Oh my, the sonics in this one are grand
..
and I have no poem about the green of the land
fractal magic of twisted trees, honey bees nursing on blossoms
no scent of fresh mown grass or the rip of kine feeding
a sky like a long dried pecker track on khaki
rattle of internal combustion
long lines of ground grass thrown across the side yard
a birds wing alighting

 

[butters]

Oh my, the sonics in this one are grand
..
and I have no poem about the green of the land
fractal magic of twisted trees, honey bees nursing on blossoms
no scent of fresh mown grass or the rip of kine feeding
a sky like a long dried pecker track on khaki
rattle of internal combustion
long lines of ground grass thrown across the side yard
a birds wing alighting

this no poem works beautifully for this no reader

you take up your words and dip them in tints
dabble them across the page
in mobile, motif hints where sounds wash and
direct the focus
front and back
with feet upon the green ground
i'm staring at your sky-tracks
drinking in the perfect scent of
grasses cut and crushed
left in open-mouthed admiration
of the final image

 

[butters]

friends

i offer you
simplicity
a fire
around which to sit
in e-space
to hold back the night
around which to share stories
to open hearts
to share
a cup
a draught
a bite to eat
food for thought
nothing loud
nothing abrasive
nothing that smacks of demand
manipulation
dis-ease
bring your own sticks
we've marshmallows

 

[HarryHill]

Awash, high tide, damp sand on shore
salt water halos 'round footsteps
sun beats down on skin and ground

 

[HarryHill]

The promise of a yellow dawn through twentyfour panes and an ache for coffee,
awake but not stirring, levitation is useless, rise, perk up, muffin man

 

[HarryHill]

Green death, slaughter, victory
resurrection, defiance,
battle continues

:I

 

[butters]

Green death, slaughter, victory
resurrection, defiance,
battle continues

:I

the neverending war

 

[HarryHill]

the neverending war

If this be a war, love, I surrender

 

[butters]

If this be a war, love, I surrender

now that's some strategy

 

[butters]

Awash, high tide, damp sand on shore
salt water halos 'round footsteps
sun beats down on skin and ground

oooh

nice images!

 

[HarryHill]

oooh

nice images!

They certainly are
..
Waterless

No words, no words
thesaurus has a hole
Roget, you moggy bucket,
why ain't you got no bottom?
Look at all the others; you see that they have got 'em,
faultless one and all, and you with your cicatrix showing...
your leaves begun to fall.
No evergreen, be damned.
Adrianople red bark betrays a blush revealing
deciduous inclinations now the rage
So sleep through the winter, come spring
sprout your photosynthesis collectors
place the result in a new bucket
12x12, a gross miscarriage
poem here is laid

 

[butters]

They certainly are
..
Waterless

No words, no words
thesaurus has a hole
Roget, you moggy bucket,
why ain't you got no bottom?
Look at all the others; you see that they have got 'em,
faultless one and all, and you with your cicatrix showing...
your leaves begun to fall.
No evergreen, be damned.
Adrianople red bark betrays a blush revealing
deciduous inclinations now the rage
So sleep through the winter, come spring
sprout your photosynthesis collectors
place the result in a new bucket
12x12, a gross miscarriage
poem here is laid

love the twists, the evocative word choices