Hi Ku Cat

[HarryHill]

The chili's tamped down
with apple cobbler n ice crème,
vanilla, my fav,
coffee's gone 'cept for the last few drams
sloshing in the mug
that bears the Queen's ensign
and an admonition that no matter how I wish
she were here to share this repast,
the last green days of fall
I must keep calm, carry on
dream of next year

 

[butters]

your mug

i often drink out of the motorbike one i would make your coffee in when you visited. makes me feel closer to you, as i sip, knowing your lips were there....

 

[HarryHill]

your mug

i often drink out of the motorbike one i would make your coffee in when you visited. makes me feel closer to you, as i sip, knowing your lips were there....

Ma'am has a basket thing on top of the microwave that holds two dozen or so odd matched mugs ready in the event we are suddenly inundated by visitors

 

[HarryHill]

The candle's gone out in your pumpkin
I cant see inside even though I've tried
to peek in that toothy smile
peer in those wicked eyes

 

[HarryHill]

The candle's gone out in your pumpkin
I cant see inside even though I've tried
to peek in that toothy smile
peer in those wicked eyes

...
you full Ku

 

[HarryHill]

once upon atime
a girl - searching the stars
and a man - raking the earth

in the air she traced a simple key
in the soil he planted stones
there was no lock
and how were stones to grow?

but with fire and water
they breathed a magic into life

he plucked a muddy girl from the grit
she took that key, unlocked his star-dust heart
and when blue met blue
they reaped their how
to be happy

..
Was looking for something else but got stopped here
..
*sips*
I've raked and tilled and planted,
watched the stars peek down,
through the veils of twilight,
sharing dreams,
one fell,
a key

opening a fay lock placed on a wounded heart,
that bled not red but blue now free
to pluck a muddy girl kneeling in the grit
breathing lovesome words, magic incantations
such a key had she once traced upon the sky

Oh gentle stars, was it a clumsy miscalculation,
causing you to lose a dream that led to our salvation,
twisting strings from here to there into a knot
opened the portal in that soft cold night, illumination,
spilling those words in a perfect stream of silver,
hence the mud

 

[butters]

..
Was looking for something else but got stopped here
..
*sips*
I've raked and tilled and planted,
watched the stars peek down,
through the veils of twilight,
sharing dreams,
one fell,
a key

opening a fay lock placed on a wounded heart,
that bled not red but blue now free
to pluck a muddy girl kneeling in the grit
breathing lovesome words, magic incantations
such a key had she once traced upon the sky

Oh gentle stars, was it a clumsy miscalculation,
causing you to lose a dream that led to our salvation,
twisting strings from here to there into a knot
opened the portal in that soft cold night, illumination,
spilling those words in a perfect stream of silver,
hence the mud

as i lay
sick in bed
aching kidneys
burning head
you harvest love
to ease my day
bring word-broth
and i can't find the last line in this dull head so will do an oliver and say
please, sir, i want some more....

 

[HarryHill]

as i lay
sick in bed
aching kidneys
burning head
you harvest love
to ease my day
bring word-broth
and i can't find the last line in this dull head so will do an oliver and say
please, sir, i want some more....

..
thin broth I'm afraid
but spooned with a tender hand
get well Ku then come play
slink through the tall grass
pounce me

 

[butters]

..
thin broth I'm afraid
but spooned with a tender hand
get well Ku then come play
slink through the tall grass
pounce me

you my chivken soup, baybee

sun's less shy today
smilin' in my window now
but a skein of noisy geese flew by
dragging at my heart

 

[HarryHill]

you my chivken soup, baybee

sun's less shy today
smilin' in my window now
but a skein of noisy geese flew by
dragging at my heart

..
I'll be your feast
spooned or fed
I'll be the gentle beast
rooting in our bed
now where's that truffle?

 

[HarryHill]

The Visit

North bound sixty-five, matte cloud ships,
milky white, run aground on hill tops
spilling pale cargo on fall tree leaves
threatening the shores of the interstate

thoughts whiz by like a parade of cars
Ma'am's busy in her seat with no pause
screwing tops on ghostly jelly jars
hard for her to stay still without cause

and I, intent on gravid highway
spare a tiny moment for a smile
bless spidery fingers that each day
make a home worth every sweaty mile

up ahead traffic's snarled in ships sails
idiots lost in the clouds entrails

 

[butters]

The Visit

North bound sixty-five, matte cloud ships,
milky white, run aground on hill tops
spilling pale cargo on fall tree leaves
threatening the shores of the interstate

thoughts whiz by like a parade of cars
Ma'am's busy in her seat with no pause
screwing tops on ghostly jelly jars
hard for her to stay still without cause

and I, intent on gravid highway
spare a tiny moment for a smile
bless spidery fingers that each day
make a home worth every sweaty mile

up ahead traffic's snarled in ships sails
idiots lost in the clouds entrails

a man not afraid to show love is a man worth loving

 

[HarryHill]

oops! sent one too many

 

[butters]

lost in this half-world
between sleep and wake
dreams play such strange fantasies

 

[HarryHill]

The term "hendecasyllable" is sometimes used in English poetry to describe a line of iambic pentameter with an extra short syllable at the end

All across the South is seen a creature new
a prancing 'cross fair green lawns on morning dew
..

 

[HarryHill]

Loyalty comes in so many forms,
all equal measures of give and take
when the test comes will it find you there
steadfast, true, willing to stay the course

so come cry with me my sweet lover
when things go bad and darkness hovers
cradling heads to breasts, discover
how a faithful heart can recover

from soul bruises that life delivers
if you just stand, firm, unbreakable
not just a taker but a giver
bond joining two fast, unshakeable

so cherish this most rare thing you'll find
and know it is returned in kind
..
meh

 

[butters]

love is a house made home
and ours is built from bedrock
not from straw
and in the black heart of flint
there's fire
red and flickering with life
like the ruddy light cast across cave walls
stone womb
daubed with charcoal and blood
made animate by the pulsing of the heart

 

[HarryHill]

love is a house made home
and ours is built from bedrock
not from straw
and in the black heart of flint
there's fire
red and flickering with life
like the ruddy light cast across cave walls
stone womb
daubed with charcoal and blood
made animate by the pulsing of the heart

..
you know
even stone burns if the flame is hot enough
decomposes, reverts to its base elements
leaves you in a mud wattled hut
sharing poems in the ashes

 

[butters]

..
you know
even stone burns if the flame is hot enough
decomposes, reverts to its base elements
leaves you in a mud wattled hut
sharing poems in the ashes

transmutation
where decomposition's transposed
and i'm as happy as a pig in mud
when sat in our hut
sharing poems in ashes still warm
from the fire

 

[HarryHill]

transmutation
where decomposition's transposed
and i'm as happy as a pig in mud
when sat in our hut
sharing poems in ashes still warm
from the fire

..
Now I have a hankering
(strictly intellectually)
to stand boughs in a circle
bend and lash in arcs
harvest willow withies
weave it all together
call a Waterchild
for mud to make the walls
thick against the weather
fit a heavy ring of stone
centered below a smoke hole
search the field for flint and tinder
hope for snow
sleep the winter

 

[HarryHill]

The sun peeked in my window shade,
made me think those skies of grey were gone
and when I pulled the curtains back,
smiling to take a look about,
the fucker laughed, ran away

 

[butters]

The sun peeked in my window shade,
made me think those skies of grey were gone
and when I pulled the curtains back,
smiling to take a look about,
the fucker laughed, ran away

and when i woke
curtains still drawn
the lacklight showed an awol day
but here, instead, my sunshine beams -
scatter me in your rays

 

[HarryHill]

and when i woke
curtains still drawn
the lacklight showed an awol day
but here, instead, my sunshine beams -
scatter me in your rays

Wait 'til dark, indolent Ku
lay rumbling on my chest
blessed by sun while I rest
lick the salty drops of sweat
from my fevered flesh
come night we'll fire the jacklight
wander pond banks
hunt frogs

 

[HarryHill]

The Christmas cactus's flowering
that spiny modifier always pricks me
another year come and gone
and no matter how ugly I find the holiday
the blooms are beautiful

 

[HarryHill]

The red signal light shines on the roof of the bat cave
our paunchy hero stumbles to the loo,
stumbles to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast of champions,
stumbles back to bat central leaving a trail of milk drops
promptly attended by the bat cat

"Good boy, ready for another day of crime fighting?"

"miao."

"Me too." Keys begin clacking as he searches for wrong doers where ever they may be found. He notices Galactic Man has left another cryptic religious message, no doubt instructions for his minions bent on mayhem.