Hi Ku Cat

[HarryHill]

I bear the tree no malice;
indeed, I wish it very well,
there before the porch,
arms raised above my keen,
sitting in this rocking chair,
'neath eaves that'd feel the crush,
under the ton of cellulose
if one of them did bust.

Just a gentle pruning, says I,
a snip here n there,
shortening all those so high up in the air
..

 

[butters]

oh how my heart
and other parts
beat for him
pulsating drum
spin my thoughts and limbs and dreams
spin erratic poet-themes

 

[HarryHill]

oh how my heart
and other parts
beat for him
pulsating drum
spin my thoughts and limbs and dreams
spin erratic poet-themes

..
All's gone sporadic,
not uncommon if you're on the ragman's route,
pulse predestinate anticipation,
steadfast, distracted by the next lost beat of syncopation,
missed, poor waterchild, pocket sighs'd
just along for the ride
now breathe

 

[HarryHill]

I bear the tree no malice;
indeed, I wish it very well,
there before the porch,
arms raised above my keen,
sitting in this rocking chair,
'neath eaves that'd feel the crush,
under the ton of cellulose
if one of them did bust.

Just a gentle pruning, says I,
a snip here n there,
shortening all those so high up in the air
..

I wonder what the birds will say,
returning home to find it razed,
all those high rise apartments wrecked,
the penthouse gone,
God hope the basement wont be next

 

[butters]

I wonder what the birds will say,
returning home to find it razed,
all those high rise apartments wrecked,
the penthouse gone,
God hope the basement wont be next

''remedial works'' all necessary
penthouse merely dropped some levels
strong foundations
sturdy rise
and though the nesters' sharp surprise
may cause some feathers
to be ruffled
baffled protests soon be muffled
in the greening
of the seasons
in protection from wind's keening



*sigh*

harry-shaped hole in my day
soon to be filled

 

[HarryHill]

Home again,
only one petal on my daisy,
luck:
she loves me
I pluck imaginary flowers all day
looking forward to the time
when I can pluck her in person

 

[HarryHill]

The days gone grey, a drizzle,
fallen in the last hour
April showers come early,
plum blooms waiting for bees
asleep until the 70's arrive,
take root in land and skies

 

[HarryHill]

2/14/17

Valentines day slipped up fast,
here I am, scrambling to lay flowers at your feet,
reaffirm a tender heart

 

[butters]

scattered blossoms at my feet
i wouldst not crush their tender blush
so stoop instead
and scoop up three
for thee for thee for thee

happy valentine's, baby
there's vanilla viennetta ice cream
splashed with baileys
caramel n chocolate biscuit bites
and a whole lotta ing

 

[HarryHill]

scattered blossoms at my feet
i wouldst not crush their tender blush
so stoop instead
and scoop up three
for thee for thee for thee

happy valentine's, baby
there's vanilla viennetta ice cream
splashed with baileys
caramel n chocolate biscuit bites
and a whole lotta ing

..
I could eat some ice cream
despite hands cold from outdoors,
the lack as yet of the furnace roar,
you might have to take me to bed,
warm chill fingers on heated skin,
or just,
spoon feed me your sweet delights

 

[butters]

..
I could eat some ice cream
despite hands cold from outdoors,
the lack as yet of the furnace roar,
you might have to take me to bed,
warm chill fingers on heated skin,
or just,
spoon feed me your sweet delights

to warm him
i'll...

kneel before the empty grate
select with care the small dry sticks
build a humble pyre
strike
the match and
with steady hand
feed its yellow lick of flame
and wait
watch
blow gently on the threads of fire
breathe life into hot blossoms
as they kiss the stems
add more girth
more solid lengths
to fuel a burgeoning heat
until the fire's roaring like a lion
and it's time to step back
cheeks ruddy
eyes reflecting lava heart
eruption imminent



she spoonfeeds him a mouthful of icecream
takes one herself
lowers her head
smirks at his gasp

his hands are no longer cold
as he buries fingers in her heat
now she's the one gasping
he's the one smirking

the ice cream melts
forgotten

 

[HarryHill]

dah da dah, dah da dah, da, da, da

Sticky spot, sticky spot,
Ha, Ha, Ha,
left behind as things move on,
spilt cream upon the duvet
catastrophe for some but me,
I love it

 

[HarryHill]

The still before the rain gives pause to thoughts

 

[HarryHill]

no choice
rain forecast
truck loada shit
parked ina garden
halfa row togo at dark
saved for tomorrow but then
that weather man let me know
procrastination was nogo, so
late night shoveling, stars, clear sky,
Orion watching, lit a candle for lost loves,
one more for love found, shifted the load
thought about how you would love the scene,
my cold hands on your skin right after the candles blown
but before the trucks returned to the drive, us back in the house

 

[HarryHill]

It will rain tomorrow,
no problem,
it's all good,
potato's planted,
greenhouse busy,
no more row's to hoe,
for the moment

 

[HarryHill]

It is enough to see green beneath chilly grey,
to know she soon arrives, plants feet,
takes a seat, holds court with Fay folk,
holding seals of fecundity, glyphs of silver,
waiting for her gracious voice to say,
you may begin.

 

[HarryHill]

My thoughts are flighty,
like humming birds in summer;

there are no prayers in the garden today,
just a short benediction,
nod passing those in the pews,
exit stage right to the rectory,
collect young Paddy,
his first walk of the sentry line,
step by careful steps
broken by a host of pause,
scent lock and memory bound,
countless times Max made the rounds,
now all his to persue
..

 

[butters]

first Paddy poem

 

[HarryHill]

first Paddy poem

..
You know how we toyed with calling him mini Max? now he might be a Maxie Pad

 

[butters]

..
You know how we toyed with calling him mini Max? now he might be a Maxie Pad

hahahaaha

 

[HarryHill]

Long day, scarce begun,
such an early start before the sun,
my minds at fault, it turns,
turns over and over,
puzzles, conundrums, anticipations,
I'll be exhausted by dusk,
lie abed sleepless,
you dancing in my head

 

[Angeline]

s for love that blossoms on the pobo.

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers’ meeting—
Every wise man’s son doth know.

William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night
​

 

[butters]

s for love that blossoms on the pobo.

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers’ meeting—
Every wise man’s son doth know.

William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night
​

gotta love love

 

[HarryHill]

T.W.B.B.

The wee beige beast follows her,
bow legged, loose limbed, tail wagging stroll,
down the madcam to the greenhouse door,

 

[HarryHill]

Manos

How much faster the garden shows
progress staked and tied down most rows
and all green participants ready to fill,
amended soil all hand tilled,
three hands really make a difference,
five make a home
there on the edge of Backwater,
on a hill safe from the flood