Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

The river bed's too bright for weary souls;
Come, rest your head upon my breast. Repose
Shall find you as my heart's own beat
Will softly sing your drowsing thoughts to sleep.






or: Will softly drum your drowsy thoughts to sleep

or: Will softly drum your drowsing thoughts to sleep




which last line to use? and that's why i couldn't get back to sleep myself - birds, the dawg, annoyingly aching shoulder, and then a damned poem decides it wants to 'out there'. pfft.

 

[HarryHill]

I'll drum my head into the pillow,
none to softly,
no dreams only oblivion
sleep/peace

 

[butters]

worry wears you thin
and last night you wrapped
covers tight about you
a shroud to hold you close
when all i could do was lay
spreadeagled on the bed
mattress on fire wherever it touched
skin sucking like a drowning man
at the cooling breath
spun from the ceiling

 

[butters]

when dreams get this messed up
it's write or go crazy

heat, heat, heat

female character sits up in bed
for the purpose of the scene - dreamwaking

hampered by a reluctant sheet
she tries to walk but descends to her knees
empty arms held forward -
in her 'dream' she holds a dead baby
no more than a wrapped wooden doll
as stiff as her acting

she needs to take it to the wooden altar
everything is coloured in shades of wood and flame-light

beneath the altar - a mirrored cabinet - a tiny old man
lies abed, dead or not she cannot tell

her partner watches then follows her
utterly bemused
speaks his only line:
"this is some seriously fucked up shit"

 

[HarryHill]

There's a bark on the hill again,
just now in the night, yesterday morn,
the neighbor dogs searching for bunnies,
new champion raising hell,
good boy

 

[paynomind]

There are many roads left to explore
Unborn waves wait to reach the shore
Those paths I will not tread
Those beaches henceforth dead
I've left my land and the soil forgets me
I cut off my hand and cast it to sea
Let the fish have me
For I miss my home

 

[butters]

There are many roads left to explore
Unborn waves wait to reach the shore
Those paths I will not tread
Those beaches henceforth dead
I've left my land and the soil forgets me
I cut off my hand and cast it to sea
Let the fish have me
For I miss my home

welcome to the thread!

 

[butters]

cooking on low
(working title: damned back)

oh! to be his
jalepeno dip,
his five cheese
pepperoni pizza,
crunchy brined cabbage,
his tender curried meat...
anything other
than this lumpen beurre-blanc
left overnight in the cold pan
gelatinous skin attracting flies


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happily, it's much better today

 

[paynomind]

Thanks butters

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oh no, this is a two player game
it was fun to say hello, hope to see you again

short words like flighty birds
come and go with the weather
yet the gravity of reality
keeps us on a short tether

 

[butters]

Thanks butters

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oh no, this is a two player game
it was fun to say hello, hope to see you again

short words like flighty birds
come and go with the weather
yet the gravity of reality
keeps us on a short tether

don't fly
this is a sky designed
for flocks of words
the nuances of feathered thought
when caught in textual worlds

 

[HarryHill]

My musings lost,
literotic interuptus,
colital justice and peace
I wish, but,
the sight of her,
laughing in cool thalo shadows,
Paddy, pas de deux in figure eights,
she, twirling, tinkling,
and I, smitten.

 

[HarryHill]

unsupervised recreation,
but first work,
clean and jerk,
hose job

 

[HarryHill]

Friday night and the brandy's uncorked,
minds unwound, no frowns,
neck skin to nuzzles,
plots to puzzle without popcorn

 

[cherries_on_snow]

*.*.*.*.*

 

[cherries_on_snow]

*.*.*.*

 

[HarryHill]

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZDont be a cun t

how do you ;ike m,y gloces?

 

[HarryHill]

There's prime beef in the refer,
buried under laughter n good to see you,
I'll be lucky to get peanut butter,
and just as grateful

 

[HarryHill]

The new book's dog-eared already,
early on the second day of our Laissez-faire,
tuckers down awhile now, coffees on
and that series recorded by a brother,
all those seasons
plug and play, done and done
and then some

 

[HarryHill]

I watched her,
far down the curve of the hill,
overalls and a ball cap,
busy trimming the drives side,
lovely

 

[butters]

I watched her,
far down the curve of the hill,
overalls and a ball cap,
busy trimming the drives side,
lovely

aw, i didn't know you were watching
and would have been embarrassed
face so red and slicked with sweat
but i'd have waved
smiling as well
surrounded by love and the scent of hay

 

[HarryHill]

I sang the song of healing,
planted Marigolds,
left them to the summer
and Fay butterflies

 

[HarryHill]

Happy Anniversary; it's been another month,
and gellie jars now fill the pantry from the back to front;
how nice to see your fruit displayed so appealingly,
labeled each and every one, their patents plain to see,
well done, old girl, I love you. Bake some biscuits, please.

 

[Tzara]

Rose petals falling—
...........soon to cover the driveway.

....Now where is my broom?

 

[Tzara]

Bake some biscuits, please.

O, biscuits! Please bake
..........enough for your poet friends.

....And, please, butter them.

 

[butters]

O, biscuits! Please bake
..........enough for your poet friends.

....And, please, butter them.

*smiles*