Hi Ku Cat

[HarryHill]

I'ma jive

When life gives you peanut butter,
make jelly sandwiches w/me.
Oh yeah, and then
when life gives you sunny days,
come shine w/me my friend.

Now,
if it should pour you know I'd
kiss away the rain drops,
come back for seconds
to be sure I got the whole lot.
My Love.

You know I can't say tomorrow holds joy or sorrow,
peanut butter or some other baggage,
time will tell,
roll on down the hill w/me.

Babe,
when life gives you butterfly's
fairy dreams and contented sighs
hope they fall on me that night.

Then,
sweet slumber in searching arms,
where are you? Here i am.

Back to back, sole to sole,
cuddled up when the weathers cold.
When life gives you satisfaction,

sublime.

 

[butters]

he's not a one for crowds
for balancing canapé-conversation
society's paper plates too thin
too unstable
for a man used to depths
the steadiness of rock beneath
as thoughts mingle with currents of air
and rivers run through him
so he'll wrap a cloak of shade about him
affect invisibility
outwardly still
while all hell's breaking loose inside

revised this oldie a little, hopefully improved it. even gave it a title!



socialising for hermits


he's not one for crowds
for balancing canapé-conversation—
society's paper plates too thin
too unstable

for a man used to depths,
the steadiness of rock beneath
as thoughts braid currents of air
and rivers run through him—

so wraps shade about himself
affects invisibility
outwardly still—
whilst, inside, hell breaks loose

 

[butters]

new year
slept in late
well fed--nap time?

lazy beginnings
all change tomorrow
bye bye little tree

bowler hung on wall
will still look as cool
wearing century-years
without gold berries&leaves

 

[butters]

sun shines on the man
as he fights the 100-year war
man.v.ants...

his war bonnet of sweat
met by fresh-turned soil
glistening with their busyness

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

'Just friends' - the death knell
'Sounds good!' I lie through my teeth
Where are my running shoes?



(Hi Harry! Hi butters! The quotation marks feel awkward to me, what do you think?)

 

[HarryHill]

'Just friends' - the death knell
'Sounds good!' I lie through my teeth
Where are my running shoes?

(Hi Harry! Hi butters! The quotation marks feel awkward to me, what do you think?)

..
I think the coffee better be ready by now. Have a cuppa and a muffin.

 

[butters]

'Just friends' - the death knell
'Sounds good!' I lie through my teeth
Where are my running shoes?



(Hi Harry! Hi butters! The quotation marks feel awkward to me, what do you think?)

hiya wild one!

perhaps drop the ' marks and italicise the two spoken phrases instead, and use an em dash?

Just friends—the death knell
Sounds good! I lie through my teeth
Where are my running shoes?

 

[Wild_Honey_66]

..
I think the coffee better be ready by now. Have a cuppa and a muffin.

Perfect timing. I've been raking leaves and could use a break.

hiya wild one!

perhaps drop the ' marks and italicise the two spoken phrases instead, and use an em dash?

Just friends—the death knell
Sounds good! I lie through my teeth
Where are my running shoes?

Yes! So much better! Thank you.

 

[HarryHill]

A cloud crashed on the hill top,
spilled cargo down that tall green reef
into murky pastoral depths below
until the very lowest bottom lands
no longer allowed to show
the faintest shapes now hidden,
slope to creek to road,
A fog so thick and gentle
tucked all in tonight.

 

[butters]

reminder to self:

NEVER use that dark baking sheet
burns bottoms
not in a good way

fortunately
their brethren cookies
pnubt butter and choc-chip discs of goodness
shine
i am redeemed
make his mouth happy
his tummy smile

 

[butters]

unruly pile
given sharp-shrift
loaded neat indoors
outdoors
in more regulatory hues
hooped and stacked
ready for the call to duty

the last hurrah for shredded chicken
a bow-ties affair—
perhaps i should dress for dinner

 

[HarryHill]

Watercolor

Canvas, gesso, introspection,
wallpaper, a view past the subject,
standard bond blank palette,
begin.

 

[butters]

Watercolor

Canvas, gesso, introspection,
wallpaper, a view past the subject,
standard bond blank palette,
begin.

the artist
happiest when contemplating
nature's beauty
is a fish out of water
casting for shopping list items
in a store mid redistribution
of goods to aisles
becomes a cat on a hot tin roof
hopping mad



needs a little nature time
au naturel
restorative sex

 

[HarryHill]

Still waiting for your healing tush(ms), touch
and apologies so late don't count for much more
than lip service owed, paid on demand,
plus interest accrued. :grin:

But then it's a win, win dealio, you know.
I win every day i wake up beside you.

 

[HarryHill]

..
I know you think I've wandered off,
past gilded fans of blooming Bradford's, bright in the waning,
past a bone strewn yard, yellow stones, green roots.
Perhaps I have,
and rule 1 is the dust behind unsteady progress,
walking down a path swept clear of stones.

 

[nik12345678]

Butters I wish I had knew
With a watching eye you always knew
I wish things had been different
There was real love there.
I don't know if it was you or me
I hate any of it
Still we fall
Not what I wanted
Please don't hate
It was pure hell
We both used and abused
Damit anyway
Live life and prosper
Always thankful
For the time I had with you
Love nikki

 

[butters]

ooh look at that
i've gained a troll
a total pratt
on a grassless knoll

so which old coward's
come to play
a fresh-banned blowhard?
hard to say

old is old and sad be sad
new troll is off to iggy land

 

[butters]

on our third wedding anniversary

each day brings new aspects
rounding out the man i know
filling in the lines
creating paragraphs
new chapters to live
re-read in his poetry
the one true theme
runs endlessly
no rose-tinted glasses required

 

[Angeline]

each day brings new aspects
rounding out the man i know
filling in the lines
creating paragraphs
new chapters to live
re-read in his poetry
the one true theme
runs endlessly
no rose-tinted glasses required

Love in the good earth, growing
now in the lush green, flowing
in streams, muddy in puddles
and clinging to vine and branch,
shiny and juicy, ripe and ready
to burst, three seasons, fruition
and so much more to come.

 

[HarryHill]

it's funny how both of our thoughts touched the soil;
yours grew while mine failed to germinate and survive.
a lack of water i suppose.

 

[butters]

rat's having a ball
round and round
cat's dizzy
feeling sick

 

[HarryHill]

ku's a trooper, waterchild a pooper,
stooperd, soggy supplicant.
i love you

 

[HarryHill]

he's a strange boy,
hands in the dirt, eyes on the sky,
a truck load of shit deemed a grand prize.

see him there,
fork in hand, eyes on the earth,
turning up clods, massaging the dirt.

katas down the row,
thrust and bend, again and again,
mind lost to the rhythm, flesh with the work,
performing obeisance to his love in the earth.

 

[HarryHill]

The Interns Handbook

Kata 1

I leave most poetry in the garden,
fertilizing the rich soil turned with fork,
thrust and bend again and again,
so easy now than those days of patient kata,
when unamended earth gave dynamic exercise,
pecs, abdominals, old worn out thighs,
and the place between my ears.

Fork full in the Earth, hand on the handle facing south,
arms as wide as you can to receive the day pray,
push the haft to the ground, cross row, slowly.

 

[butters]