Love On Baker Street

[pensivepoet]

Yeah yeah yeah,
whatever dude
it's poetry
relate-able and beautiful

Kiss me you fool!
It's just a quick rant about my football playing neighbor designing a new garage that's going to block my view of the Patterson's pool.
Isn't it?

 

[Trixareforkids]

Kiss me you fool!
It's just a quick rant about my football playing neighbor designing a new garage that's going to block my view of the Patterson's pool.
Isn't it?

a , a
upon the brow
as you on bended knee
bow before me
too poor of pockets
to offer diamonds
instead you spill
your treasure trove
of words

 

[pensivepoet]

Stop making me love you, Love. Cuz then i have to worry bout you even more than i do.
And what does trix, know? She's bat shit crazy!

 

[Trixareforkids]

Stop making me love you, Love. Cuz then i have to worry bout you even more than i do.
And what does trix, know? She's bat shit crazy!

Hey, don't knock the guano
that's good shit for growing 'shrooms
and I'd rather be crazy crazy insane eating fungus
than drinking the kool-aid

 

[pensivepoet]

a , a
upon the brow
as you on bended knee
bow before me
too poor of pockets
to offer diamonds
instead you spill
your treasure trove
of words

Damn. I just grew a 3rd leg.
Down boy! Down!!

 

[pensivepoet]

Hey, don't knock the guano
that's good shit for growing 'shrooms
and I'd rather be crazy crazy insane eating fungus
than drinking the kool-aid

Amen to that! Not much kick in them sugar highs. Lets stick to the moonshine that makes us giggle all night.

 

[All_4_Love]

Stop making me love you, Love. Cuz then i have to worry bout you even more than i do.
And what does trix, know? She's bat shit crazy!

Hey! I love that woman damnit!

And don't worry about me, P-poet. If I ever get myself in a bind, you'd probably be the first motherfucker I'd call on. (if that's the kind of worrying you meant)

And you know you got much respect from this ole' girl. I don't just go around calling anyone a motherfucker... know what I mean? Ha!

 

[All_4_Love]

a , a
upon the brow
as you on bended knee
bow before me
too poor of pockets
to offer diamonds
instead you spill
your treasure trove
of words

Amen.

 

[All_4_Love]

Lets stick to the moonshine that makes us giggle all night.

Good times, good times.

 

[pensivepoet]

I'll hold you to that, love.
I still don't trust the new bf
~and be home by 11!

 

[All_4_Love]

I'll hold you to that, love.
I still don't trust the new bf
~and be home by 11!

LOL... Will do, sir.

I trust him, P-poet. Hell, it's all I got.

If I can't trust him, then what the heck am I doing? If he wants to love me, he will figure it out. If not, then I still trust him to decide that we are not meant to be together.

Either way, it is going to be however it will be. I'm just going to hold on for the ride. Always liked roller coasters anyhow.

Take care of yourself out there, driver. *hugs*

 

[pensivepoet]

From beneath the juniper tree
I wait
hating the science that
comet mapped
a calendar cow declaring mustangs extinct.
Jacknifed knee'd and haunched
I challenge the deep
to burp up a wave,
to wash me away
from this dead earth
void of tremor under
placid heavens
I fist shake to fall.
But the faults are all sleepy
the volcanos wheezy
And The Farmer's Almanac
says the winter
will be mild.
And Old Faithful
is just that
and I just this
~desperate
and too knowing
beneath
the juniiper tree.

 

[All_4_Love]

One of my favorite videos...

I know it's not "really" poetry, but maybe you'll like it anyway.

http://youtu.be/jjGfqijImjY

 

[pensivepoet]

One of my favorite videos...

I know it's not "really" poetry, but maybe you'll like it anyway.

http://youtu.be/jjGfqijImjY

Hi Love! Nice to hear from ya.
I'm more tramp than cowboy, and short on kisses waiting, but the rest fits.
Thanks for passin by

 

[pensivepoet]

The Trick Of Aging

We've been shenaniganed
Clocks and bells
coquettish calendars
set to lunar cycles
on auto pilot
are not time
at all
Memory is the rusty sickle
haggard handled
carving deep furrows
beneath fields of
stone cold wheat
turned grey.
That scar
on your left hand,
the scent triggered
flashback reminding of
Kim's neon nippled
bikini top
losing it's knot
to a gamboling wave
trump
each new season
blighting the fresh sprig.
We
you, me, the earth
and testimonial gods
are all
only one day old
~until
the sands remember
and fall
because we can't
look away.

 

[All_4_Love]

I love you, P-poet...

http://youtu.be/ov39z42M17I

Yeah, I don't know how that stuff happens, kindred spirits and shit.

Just as long as you're okay, wherever you are on your highway.

 

[playcatch]

every living morning
blink begins
treasure and struggle
chasing each other's
bitten tails

it was another's cup
but I drank it once
it openly filled my palm
proving that thirst
ensures inheritance
or at least occupation

for the turn of a planet
or length of a song

 

[pensivepoet]

I love you, P-poet...

http://youtu.be/ov39z42M17I

Yeah, I don't know how that stuff happens, kindred spirits and shit.

Just as long as you're okay, wherever you are on your highway.

Thanks, Love. Nice to have you with me out here. Dreary dusk just now. Same ol rain

 

[pensivepoet]

As Captain, he was the finest
the seas ever knew
No storm ever caught him
unaware
Seeing three horizons beyond
the vision of others,
he outcharted calamity,
out-thought Neptune,
seduced Calypso
and always
delivered the goods on time.
No man feared
to with him sail,
yet few desired
to share his rage.
As Captain, the seas
knew no finer
As a human being
he was hopelessly
shipwrecked
and none dare
to save him.

 

[pensivepoet]

Listen
care fully
can you hear it?
can you hear anything
over the noise?
52 Hertz
calls
A train whistle blows danger
to the mindless driver
blows reverence
to the gypsy vagabond
~Communication
But nature speaks in earthen tones
the hallow piper playing algorithms
mostly lost to man's myth of
perpetual science applauding
its own fastuous genius.
Somewhere off the golden coast
swims a lone whale
calling through the deep
in a language none
can acknowledge.
Having never been seen
it is heard year after year
Have you heard him?
I wonder of him
Is he lonely? deaf?
what does he think?
what does he call for
and to whom?
Football is in 4th gear craze
Obama's in a pickle
the economy's a mess
Mexicans are hiding and
Isis is counting scalps
It all makes me lonely
for the hallowed piper
52 Hertz

*52 hertz is a whale that has been heard for over 25 yrs. It's call is like no other, being on the frequency of 52 hertz.
In between the blue whale and the fin whale.
Those that listen through the depths to it, say its call never gets a response.
Still, it goes on*

 

[pensivepoet]

Doc's Bequeath

"I need a shot of whiskey"
The nurse just said, "No"
And so it is I go
pulling triggers
riding unbroken horses
shooting wild shots
bluffing the deuces
Because
I can no longer
win or lose
So I light my wings on fire
and dare the Sun
to burn me up
I taunt hell
with belligerent
propoganda
raining leaflets
on satan's head
while two-stepping
God's near misses.
The arm chair quarterbacks
distinguished in robes
say i've gone crazy
but Doc's only fear
was to die alone in bed
~his boots off
And there,
in a rundown hotel room
Doc looked down
at his stocking feet
and muttered,
"damn, this is funny"
Just before dying alone
Thirsty

 

[pensivepoet]

Geese need to fly
~for us
When the last morning-glory
succumbs to loneliness
and the maple turns
to rust
watch for red flannel
on unsteady ladders
dodging once efficient bees
gone loco from lay off,
and listen to the sky
softly heralding passage.
You'll miss them at first
with eyes and ears tuned
to things within reach, but
if you're hungry,
if you ache to trumpet
and fly along,
your squint will find them
far from where first
you looked.
In the spring,
you'll hear them again
as you pull plastic
from windows
and dress a wood pile
gone mad in the cold.
Sometimes a small flock
Sometimes a skyfull
but always enough to give hope
to a dust bowl,
a crop gone lame, or
a wife gone greyhound.
Let them fly
and if you can
fly with them.

 

[All_4_Love]

*comes out of lurking from the shadows*

Merry Christmas, P-poet.

Ya' know I love ya', old man.

 

[pensivepoet]

*comes out of lurking from the shadows*

Merry Christmas, P-poet.

Ya' know I love ya', old man.

Easy on the "old" there, Love, i don't need any reminders today.
Love you, too! Think i'll join you in the lurk cave. Slide over
And Merry Christmas!

 

[All_4_Love]

Easy on the "old" there, Love, i don't need any reminders today.
Love you, too! Think i'll join you in the lurk cave. Slide over
And Merry Christmas!

*happily slides over*

I'll make all the room you need here, youngin'. (that better? )