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SeattleRain said:um
Liam,
are you okay?
seems as if your reptilian friends
are making a move on your face....
do you need some help?
Liar said:They're geese.
It happens but not often. It can take several days for new poems to show up.thegirlfriday11 said:where's the new poetry?
None for 2 days?
WickedEve said:It happens but not often. It can take several days for new poems to show up.
Liar said:Are you making fun of my beard?
#L
ps. They're geese.
Liar said:Room 104? What's that?
#L
Paper petals splashing child happiness
across fields;
the humblest rural flowers are resplendent…
beyond urban exhaust, gritty paving,
sickly leaded warmth and sticky patches
of melted gum.
...
the croaking bull frog with one good eye,
Sometimes skips and mostly plops
Pulsating throats and dissolving mewls,
They skitter
like stones skipping the glassy lake.
She comes in swampy drifts
then glows with eructating fevers
whose Hand is the one beating?
...
I was happy to chat
To a stranger online
And as chat pals, the two
Of us got along fine
Then somehow it migrated
To phone calls and voice
And to be honest with you
I don’t remember that choice
But the talking was fun
And we chatted for hours
No complications in this
All is good, nothing sours.
Could we stay like that?
No! For from Shifa I get:
“Don’t you think that it’s stupid
That we’ve never met?”
I can see the rain
Bouncing off cement
Tiny little bombs
Exploding as they strike
lolly red pop awesome cascading hair
with bustle intellect and at times
in dark night headlights hustle
things wind down
playing out the clock like a penalty
wishing for salvation
but not wanting the sentence
people wander back and forth across my line
of vision
spring exuberance
pollen and t shirts
bare thighs and the urge
to fuck and rub and suckle
all that's in lace
nestle warm
simple surges, laughter
coos of spring, pulling back the leaves
sexy bare earth
odor of life, purpose
stretch out long
annaswirls said:[ **********
Big T has four today, all well worth a read, this was my favorite.
Something about suckling and a lot of um action. Someone is feeling spring fever, and it is spreading damn!
Crocus apparition
by Tathagata ©
~Anna [/B]
I understand the envy. I've never been an envious person until I became a poet. At times, it's difficult to read all the incredible work by the poets here and not feel a little envious.Wickedeve has returned with a whole bunch of great poems. As I read one and then the other I reveled in her words and felt a tinge of envy, wishing I could do what she does so well. Each of her poems should be read today but I'll highlight my three favorites: Along My Beaten Path takes us down the backroads of her memory, in my favorite of hers today Death Smells Like Cinnamon and don't miss Rum Rush a very erotic illustrated poem.
jthserra said:and a Monday after a weekend trip to Dallas (that's 6 hours by bus) with the band. . . .
In another shining poem OT kisses us with Spring. Read, vote and comment on this one.
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