Hi Ku Cat

[HarryHill]

Sleepy assed day
cant get your peepers open wide enough to shine

 

[butters]

mist gathers the hours
to coalesce pearl-mauve on elderberry's froth
settles over leaves
in softened shades of navy
waiting for a moon
that never shows its face
and rain to come and wash the world
away

 

[HarryHill]

mist gathers the hours
to coalesce pearl-mauve on elderberry's froth
settles over leaves
in softened shades of navy
waiting for a moon
that never shows its face
and rain to come and wash the world
away

..
that phrase has stuck with me since you said/wrote it a couple of weeks ago' it's the perfect description of the blooms turning to fruit, the gellee socks are waiting!

 

[HarryHill]

Plum stuffed Squirrel in Dumplings

Daddy would be aghast at the cheek
of these little buggers in our yard trees
scampering 'cross the grass, cats
waiting the chance for fresh meat on the table
and if they don't get the scamp,
or he the vegetables,
I'll be having him for supper this fall
and left him to the plums

 

[butters]

after

i suppose
if it came to it
after pet rabbits
the fat geese and slow ducks in the park
the shocked swans
would disappear first
and fishponds would soon empty
of their colourful captives
kittens and puppies easy prey
then the wilier cats and oh-my-god-not-the-dogs
whilst the squirrel
high in the branches
brush stiff with fear
watches
birds circling way above danger
hopes evolution makes a leap
gives him wings

 

[butters]

i forgot the pet sheep, goats, and - more numerous - ponies/horses, though that's going out only a few miles from here. i was basing what i wrote around parsloes park, really.

 

[HarryHill]

Plum stuffed Squirrel in Dumplings

Daddy would be aghast at the cheek
of these little buggers in our yard trees
scampering 'cross the grass, cats
waiting the chance for fresh meat on the table
and if they don't get the scamp,
or he the vegetables,
I'll be having him for supper this fall
and left him to the plums

Yesterdays cheek, todays folly,
zig zag blurs across the yard,
both vanishing up a tree where
foliage shivers in hidden violence

i forgot the pet sheep, goats, and - more numerous - ponies/horses, though that's going out only a few miles from here. i was basing what i wrote around parsloes park, really.

Petis pony filets

 

[HarryHill]

She lays in arms,
head thrown back
watching him pilot 'cross waters so calm and deep
you'd think they sailed over a mirror stretched between some stars
by force of will alone

 

[butters]

She lays in arms,
head thrown back
watching him pilot 'cross waters so calm and deep
you'd think they sailed over a mirror stretched between some stars
by force of will alone

oh! stunning animated visuals!

 

[HarryHill]

oh! stunning animated visuals!

..
ty

They lay,
floating above stars,
adrift, save for a toe,
resting on the wheel
holding course to Gemini,
sail into the night

 

[HarryHill]

Thrown about the garret bed
lullabied by rain drops on a tin roof
smears of thalo and iridescent
sleep, love, paint

 

[butters]

Thrown about the garret bed
lullabied by rain drops on a tin roof
smears of thalo and iridescent
sleep, love, paint

you know, apart from all the imagery and sound, the bit i love best is the play-off between iridescent and sleep

my mind fits those together - iridescent sleep. it shimmers, like dreams

 

[HarryHill]

you know, apart from all the imagery and sound, the bit i love best is the play-off between iridescent and sleep

my mind fits those together - iridescent sleep. it shimmers, like dreams

..
oh! lucky punctuation

waiting the years first ripe tomato,
but they just keep getting bigger,
greener, cheekier
they need a good :caning:

 

[butters]

..
oh! lucky punctuation

waiting the years first ripe tomato,
but they just keep getting bigger,
greener, cheekier
they need a good :caning:

tenderise the meat
not the flesh that waits
the sun's whisper
its slow fondle
to rush a blush to heated cheeks
pain's not for the faint-hearted
and some cheeks take more to flush
than others
but these cheeks would rather flame
when sun and scorch of pursed lips
turn plump buns red with sugar'd passions

 

[HarryHill]

i suppose
if it came to it
after pet rabbits
the fat geese and slow ducks in the park
the shocked swans
would disappear first
and fishponds would soon empty
of their colourful captives
kittens and puppies easy prey
then the wilier cats and oh-my-god-not-the-dogs
whilst the squirrel
high in the branches
brush stiff with fear
watches
birds circling way above danger
hopes evolution makes a leap
gives him wings

..
Now buniez join squirrlz in teh yard
lawz the night shift
bold as brazz
northbound
out of town
bye bun
:waves:

 

[HarryHill]

how the hell can my box be full?

 

[butters]

how the hell can my box be full?

i sent you a pm and it's not bounced

 

[butters]

HarryHill
his box is filled
so choco kisses
from the missus
as he naps
and she taps
her goodnight wishes
signs
with extra kisses

 

[HarryHill]

Poor Waterchild, broached his shiny grass killing thing on reefs of overgrown lumpy green, braved the trials of barely dry areas, rocked out of the damp,
damn near victorious but ran out of gas

 

[butters]

Poor Waterchild, broached his shiny grass killing thing on reefs of overgrown lumpy green, braved the trials of barely dry areas, rocked out of the damp,
damn near victorious but ran out of gas

 

[HarryHill]

Up anchor! Manana

 

[HarryHill]

Up anchor! Manana

..
well actually today,
surprising that harry took the time
guess it was that continual reminder
spot of orange far out the window
dry gulch'd by the driveway
jeering tufts of grass
that had to die
and that mother fucking pile of gravel
washed out of the culvert
all chopped and broomed now

 

[HarryHill]

ancient prayer fields,
sun, sweat and meditation,
shady temple smiles.

 

[HarryHill]

Cheap shampoo lathers so much better than the other stuff
clean baby headed to bed, wet haired and exhausted

 

[butters]

come morning when lights spills
his hair will be a tangle of unrecalled dreams
scratches will map blisters and bruises
as muscles resist commands to stretch, to warm
sing their low protests as they cling fast to bones grown
weary of the year's demands

but his heart is a beating smile in a chest that
swells with each morning breath
sweet scent of hay and black coffee the kind
of medicine he finds works best for the soul
pours it on
pours it on
love grows