butters
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something new i learned
Cat senses say
winterwinterwinter
feed,fire,fur
Snuggle,snooze
purr,croon
Knead a lap
nose in tail
pussycat dreams
the night away
Hi Ku Cat
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Cat senses say
winterwinterwinter
feed,fire,fur
Snuggle,snooze
purr,croon
Knead a lap
nose in tail
pussycat dreams
the night away
HarryHill
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..
Late night, glass of milk,
alone except for the ghosts on the tv
your hand on my shoulder
voice in my ear
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John Thomas
He's a straight forward sort of fellow
constant friend to those in need
always up for a late night soirée
early morning tete a tete
rambling conversations
discussing the ins and outs
of some arcane technique
described in the Kama Sutra
He's a straight forward sort of fellow
constant friend to those in need
always up for a late night soirée
early morning tete a tete
rambling conversations
discussing the ins and outs
of some arcane technique
described in the Kama Sutra
HarryHill
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Full of chicken stew
Too cosy by far
Cat's crash napping
Dreams dancin' on a star
(back in a snooze-while, harry.
Sleep/nap love, nuttin much to do here,
lets hope the chvkens died for a good cause,
cause, cause,
the quick brown fox jumped over teh lazy dog
and over in the Villanelle thread.
dressed in red paper n lovers kisses
Valentines wander, guessing wrongly,
good for a grin or two, and a smile,
to see the children all playing together
[insert art]
cat flat on a back
ecstatic smile on a sleeping face
fur melting 'cross the carpet
titled:
Après Tom
Dreamz dancing through the night
and when day comes they crawl back in your ears
murmur sweet things in mornings peace
butters
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valentine valentine...
(and how i hate writing villanelles)
Love
conforms to no set scheme
no
syllabic equation
refuses to be confined
by a limited number of lines
Love lies in the spaces inbetween
in the silences
as much as in the words we utter
Love
is the breath, the smile, the tear
upon a cheek or glistening on a lash
It can no more be defined
than the glassy roll of waters
as they tumble over the edge
or sweet notes stolen
from a songbird's beak
by the wind
So let us, this you and i,
smile in the silences
let gentle touch speak
what words fail to convey
let the double drums of our hearts
keep
right
on
beating
"Love is..."
(and how i hate writing villanelles)
Love
conforms to no set scheme
no
syllabic equation
refuses to be confined
by a limited number of lines
Love lies in the spaces inbetween
in the silences
as much as in the words we utter
Love
is the breath, the smile, the tear
upon a cheek or glistening on a lash
It can no more be defined
than the glassy roll of waters
as they tumble over the edge
or sweet notes stolen
from a songbird's beak
by the wind
So let us, this you and i,
smile in the silences
let gentle touch speak
what words fail to convey
let the double drums of our hearts
keep
right
on
beating
"Love is..."
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Beautiful, butters.
butters
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Another goodnight in a long string
of sweet dreams n see you tomorrows
the flames of desire have burned to bitter ashes
leaving this ache to hold you once again
crush you to my chest in desperate arms
just a moment of weakness
late at night when bed calls
and the last of the whisky is poured
Tomorrow my shy smile will return
with the days distractions
fresh good mornings and coffee
of sweet dreams n see you tomorrows
the flames of desire have burned to bitter ashes
leaving this ache to hold you once again
crush you to my chest in desperate arms
just a moment of weakness
late at night when bed calls
and the last of the whisky is poured
Tomorrow my shy smile will return
with the days distractions
fresh good mornings and coffee
butters
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The curtain's cracked on a soggy day,
granite sky, rain slicked drive,
Ma'am's promised Jambalaya,
if
I'll just pick up some shrimp...
and while I'm out
just a few more things
the list is only one page,
oh,
fill up the car too
*grins*
Never had jambalaya
But love me some shrimp
And there's always room
For one more thing
On the list
Drive safe, baby
HarryHill
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Crab boiled shrimp must be peeled
before going in Jambalaya,
can't remember the last time I did it
both a chore and a social occasion
sitting there with Ma'am,
talking 'bout the cousins,
Aunt Re's secret recipe, (smacks lips)
just how much Andouille she used
long a mystery, (hope I got enough)
I miss the old woman, uncle Walter,
the house by the Singing River,
those warm summer nights under the Live Oaks,
fire fly's in the Spanish moss,
cicadas' rasp
the sound of fish jumping at the boat house
trying to eat those reflection of light
cast across the water
and somewhere in those conversations,
remembrances,
we decided to go again this summer,
back to Gautier with you
or London in June
before going in Jambalaya,
can't remember the last time I did it
both a chore and a social occasion
sitting there with Ma'am,
talking 'bout the cousins,
Aunt Re's secret recipe, (smacks lips)
just how much Andouille she used
long a mystery, (hope I got enough)
I miss the old woman, uncle Walter,
the house by the Singing River,
those warm summer nights under the Live Oaks,
fire fly's in the Spanish moss,
cicadas' rasp
the sound of fish jumping at the boat house
trying to eat those reflection of light
cast across the water
and somewhere in those conversations,
remembrances,
we decided to go again this summer,
back to Gautier with you
or London in June
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The moon no doubt rides high
someplace beyond the curtains
drawn against the frigid gape of night
and I
duvet wrapped
lay wondering if that light rain predicted
turned darker
drawing its own drapes
across your channels of communication...
Nature... one moody muther
someplace beyond the curtains
drawn against the frigid gape of night
and I
duvet wrapped
lay wondering if that light rain predicted
turned darker
drawing its own drapes
across your channels of communication...
Nature... one moody muther
HarryHill
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..The moon no doubt rides high
someplace beyond the curtains
drawn against the frigid gape of night
and I
duvet wrapped
lay wondering if that light rain predicted
turned darker
drawing its own drapes
across your channels of communication...
Nature... one moody muther
The river's getting higher,
and I not any dryer
fire going to knock off the chill
n dry the pile of wood brought in
just prior to the big deluge
that closed the heavens to any
casual conversation with a mortal like me
'lo Ku baby
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butters
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All that's showing up on my tablet screen is a black background with a white dot in the centre when i click the link
but
hello
buses had some trouble tonight, got in late, cooked and aboutto jump in the tub for a quick bath. Back soon xxx
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