Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

somedays

well

some days

my ability to adjust
understand
bring a smile to his heart
is bent out of shape

not so easy to straigh
ten as
athin piece of trim
easier tapped into line
if i could only undo the stubborn screws






more wine? yes. why not....

 

[butters]

life's not all cookies and jam
laundry, coffee and kisses

no recipe for loving
cook from the heart
hope for the best

maybe that's what's wrong with it

i'll never make a driver

 

[butters]

the primate heart
has four chambers
joy, sorrow,
anger and fear

the healthy heart
flexes purpled walls
palpates to distribute its loads
for a more even beat

but the torn heart
marbled with scars
finds constriction v congestion
a painful equation

with safety valves blocked
it's a compromised exercise
till drowned in a red world of hurt
love makes monkeys of us all

 

[butters]

today's so pretty it lifts hearts and minds
leaves souls to dance with the falling leaves
blue is the colour of happy
and the breeze is serene amidst all things green
setting the shrubs and boughs to gentle motion
shrugging off summer's oppressive heat
and we all can breathe again

 

[butters]

those times

he's the jug that pours
itself into the words,
words to captivate, enchant -
an endless stream
of waters sweet and salt,
pure,
the vessel so full
his eyes overflow

 

[HarryHill]

he's the jug that pours
itself into the words,
words to captivate, enchant -
an endless stream
of waters sweet and salt,
pure,
the vessel so full
his eyes overflow

..
Raise sweet waters brewed with java,
hot like your eyes when the towel falls,
coming or going.

How sweet the feel of your gaze,
so see here the flag cup's raised,
Cheers, Lovely, life's grand
:kissaglyph:

 

[HarryHill]

Too tired to tell what a glorious night it turned,
chasing wayward calves out of the yard,
lured by grass much greener this side,
wet from afternoon sprinkles,
delicious I'm sure

The bon fire was already laid,
waiting for more auspicious weather,
when I tried and failed you lit the pile,
while I watched from a folding chair,
leaning on my cane in the shop door,
sparks reaching for the clear sky,
one thunder head looking over the ridge line,
down around the state line I suspect,
flashing intermittently, moving south

Darkness fell, lightning lined the dark hill,
the fire lit you making sure that all was burnt,
the puppy barks like a dog but still squats to pee
life ain't so bad here in Tennessee

 

[HarryHill]

The good boy has gone down,
laid to rest beside the old white bear,
too soon, too fucking soon

I worked in the garden 'til the last light left earth,
walked to the house in the faint sunset,
his ghost flitting in the shadows,
this third night of his demise,
this third day of heart break.

 

[butters]

who could have guessed how large a hole he dug in our hearts?

 

[butters]

it's never a matter or replacing
for who could ever replace that kinda crazy?
or his grin, his running up the hill at a gallop
heeding the call of your 'where's my good boy?'
but her face
adorable
i'm already melted and that's before meeting her
whichever her of the 3 girls
we bring home to the hill
knowing she'll be right at home
being as
she's already a neighbour
Tennessee born and bred

 

[greenmountaineer]

The good boy has gone down,
laid to rest beside the old white bear,
too soon, too fucking soon

I worked in the garden 'til the last light left the earth,
walked to the house in the faint sunset,
his ghost flitting in the shadows,
this third night of his demise,
this third day of heart break.

who could have guessed how large a hole he dug in our hearts?

I’m sorry. I’ve been there.

 

[butters]

I’m sorry. I’ve been there.

thankyou

can't replace the irreplaceable, but there's a new bark on the hill today. a guardian dog (bitch puppy), and very different in character to her predecessor - she will be loved for who she is. her pic is my avatar, and she's 5 months old. one minute she looks like the baby she still is, other moments looks all grown up. her parents were enormous but she eats so daintily it makes me laugh.

 

[HarryHill]

I’m sorry. I’ve been there.

,,
Thanks gm

Postscript

The days slip by, full,
sweet, ripe as a fig,
your voice at my shoulder,
supper's ready, night arrives,
life's good here on the hill,
for men and dogs

 

[butters]

,,
Thanks gm

Postscript

The days slip by, full,
sweet, ripe as a fig,
your voice at my shoulder,
supper's ready, night arrives,
life's good here on the hill,
for men and dogs

i miss posting to you here

i will do so more often


days start late, end early
moon lighting the white dog
who may never grow to quite the size
of the old white bear
but who has a guard dog's heart as big as the sky
spends the night watchful from the porch
warns the neighbouring mutts 'stay off my grass!'
collects logs from the woodpile
to decorate her patch at the top of the steps
blanket tucked over a stolen chewed glove
bones and chew toys buried in the yard

you cook a mean belgian waffle, baby
and your chili's not bad either
and being in the same bed in the same time-frame
snuggled or sprawled
and the knowing you love me
are all right up there on my 'count my blessings' list
thankful every day
not just tomorrow

 

[butters]

your happy dance, my aching cheeks
green letter
green for go go go!

watch out,job market
there's a puss
in boots
makin' merry

 

[butters]

NOTEBOOK:

"Recipes in the front, poetry in the rear..."

...made me smirk
and wonder how
to approach fine poetry
with thoughts wedgied
low-brow mode
ideas in need
of suppositories
clenched sphincter
requiring lube

so i guess
when it comes to fine poetry
best touch your toes
relax, read the recipes
immerse yourself in stellar tarts
angel cakes and heavenly pies
and maybe
just maybe
this'll hurt me
more than you

 

[butters]

The Man maketh
a meannnnnnnnn key lime pie
in lemon
cheesecake topping
oh em gee
i wish i were a spoon
with a mouth
all the better to enjoy
the dip glide 'n' bite of it
even before those flavours explode
on this tongue

 

[HarryHill]

And here where the year turns,
as the years before,
here, where I've waited so long,
to breathe the same air as you,
honeymoon still,
and the norm is so norm as to be,
abnormally spectatacular,
here is the only place I'd ever want to be,
sca dooby do, yeah.

 

[butters]

And here where the year turns,
as the years before,
here, where I've waited so long,
to breathe the same air as you,
honeymoon still,
and the norm is so norm as to be,
abnormally spectatacular,
here is the only place I'd ever want to be,
sca dooby do, yeah.

 

[HarryHill]

The cold slows,
no snow but a frosty nose,
ice patios the pond,
that pesty grey Herron long gone south,
bastard,
saving himself from my ire and curiosity:
Does fish stuffed fowl taste like chicken?

Restart the truck and tractor,
both gone dead while huddling, enduring, embracing,
Arctic's breathy kiss, nighttime cuddles.
Tomorrow before the melt there's prayers,
adz and mower for the high pasture just 'cross the fence,
where the yard crawls under in a bizarre reversal,
flows downhill,
crazy.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

The primate heart
Quite good!

 

[HarryHill]

Tomorrow there will be frosted branches,
todays rain painted generously upon trees,
starkly white in the start of the day,
silhouetted against grey sky,
turn molten with the suns smile then dry,
and I,
fresh risen from bed and mate,
beam my satisfaction out the window.

 

[butters]

 

[HarryHill]

This week the freeze returns,
burning cold and frigid knees,
hot chili,
a roaring fire,
movies and munchies,
waiting

 

[HarryHill]

Fifty Degrees Fahrenheit

Haiku blues jazzy
purple, red and green knowing
bedroom non-light glow