Non Poetry Posts from the Suddenly Thread

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tarablackwood22 said:

Do you think maybe I should have fastened the top button? :D

And your poetry lately has been divine. I worship you!!


Top buttons are a complete waste of time in my world.

And thank you, a Goddess needs a little worship now and then.

But you avoided my request. Show me your tits?

I show mine!

Syn :kiss:
 
syndra and tara-
eye war ship ewe two!!
can i show you mine?:D


ps, thanks for the PC on my poem,dear ocean sister :rose: ;)
 
normal jean said:
syndra and tara-
eye war ship ewe two!!
can i show you mine?:D


ps, thanks for the PC on my poem,dear ocean sister :rose: ;)
lol..lots of showing going on i see..no wait..i don't see.
tara ty for the tips..as you can see..i put them right to work.;)
this place is becoming way too fun..i'm feeling guilty..no wait that's a fib..but now i'm feeling guilty for fibbing.
oh god, i just woke up excuse the non-sense!:rolleyes:
 
normal jean said:
syndra and tara-
eye war ship ewe two!!
can i show you mine?:D


ps, thanks for the PC on my poem,dear ocean sister :rose: ;)

Surprised to see you here! Yes, I would LOVE to see your tits, love. Bring 'em on!

Syn :kiss:
 
Syndra Lynn said:
I'm in the avatar, Fawnie. Peek all you like. That's why this exhibitionist puts it out there.
oh, damn do i feel blonde..:rolleyes:
i like that pic though, it caught my eye the 1st time i visited the boards here..a very inviting scene i must say.
 
Re: little-girl bones redraft......

tarablackwood22 said:
love
scares deep
in little-girl bones.

veiled
in its pretty ribbons
are hungry knots,
cruel
and microscopic,
so tight
no pry
can temper their choke.

they open
and flutter freely,
like wings
and with song,
when naked hearts appear.

seduce
then strangle
like a noose.

reclose,
camouflage,
satiated.

to be swallowed
that way,
savagely,
while mercy views
unmoved,
frightens
even the mighty,
even gods.

the hidden child,
ever frail,
trembles.

and retreats.

****************************

death in a Sullivan St. alley

Hot Blood

that was beautifully said..and 1 i understand all too well..i guess most do. very nice..i can't imagine what to say to improve upon it..your words dance even in fear..they dance!
 
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Re: On words

Sappholovers said:
Our words
in love and politics

Representative
or sovereign?

Do we govern them
or do they govern us?

Do they imprison
or free?

Words:
a Trojan Horse
by which the world
enters the city of the mind

Question them at the gate.

I love that
 
Oooh!

Tristesse said:
Oh sun dance in dappled grass
daisy strewn and poppy speckled.
Bees bumbling from bloom to bloom,
we sleep in summer slumber.

Oh sun skip from shadow to shadow,
limbs evening long and lean.
Stretch skyward! Catch clouds! Kiss stars!
Bloodied skies of sun's death throes
fade to lemon yellow and birds
return to roost in silhouette against
encroaching night.

Oh moon-dance, silver steps in dew’
fluorescence skips behind us
leaving luminous evidence of our passing.
We are shadows against a colourless world.
Take my hand, let me teach you how
to move among the moonbeams

Pretty words! Thanks-

Syn :kiss:
 
Randi Grail said:
What is that frown?
It spreads like a virus
from shrunken pupils to sour turned mouth
and exhales, like cigarette breath,
an air of dissatisfaction.
Why this sullen reaction?
Why feeling so down,
and out, in sad un-sync with the world,
that you know,
as well as I do,
is just what we paint into it.
What is that frown,
to a simple hello,
with the simplest intention?
Just a frendly face, not to mention
a smile, unconditional
and just for you.
Silly sullen sweetheart, smile
for a silly little while.
Then you too will find
how a grumpy grinch frown
can't bring you the blues
and the whole world smiles with you,
it's a wonderful world
when you're smiling,
and I sing to myself,
or for frowny downy you.

:rose:


:heart: :heart: .......unconditional, and just for your poem.


death in a Sullivan St. alley

Hot Blood
 
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Tathagata said:
Filling up
the spaces
where she used to be
cut and paste
paper mache
my life together


playful banter
like eating only candy
does nothing to nourish
wilting beliefs

time staggers
forward and back
epileptic hourglass
flash frames of lost smiles

a sigh,
pushing up from the chair
life awaits
tapping it's foot
coming dear


Life awaits.....tapping its foot!! :D

You're the man, Boston! :rose:

death in a Sullivan St. alley

Hot Blood
 
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Randi Grail said:
What is that frown?
It spreads like a virus
from shrunken pupils to sour turned mouth
and exhales, like cigarette breath,
an air of dissatisfaction.
Why this sullen reaction?
Why feeling so down,
and out, in sad un-sync with the world,
that you know,
as well as I do,
is just what we paint into it.
What is that frown,
to a simple hello,
with the simplest intention?
Just a frendly face, not to mention
a smile, unconditional
and just for you.
Silly sullen sweetheart, smile
for a silly little while.
Then you too will find
how a grumpy grinch frown
can't bring you the blues
and the whole world smiles with you,
it's a wonderful world
when you're smiling,
and I sing to myself,
or for frowny downy you.

:rose:


oh no
A cheerful morning person!!
:rolleyes:


Just kidding
a very nice poem
made me smile
:)
 
echoes_s said:
sitting on the cemented block stoop
of a familiar place
unable to write for ages
tearing through old memories
black ink on curled pages
dredging a smile to last
in hopes of seeing a familiar face
a lost feeling of home
I didnt realize the sign said "closed"
peering closer I read
"Cafe full, copy and paste not accepted,
go fill your own paper mache"

so gathering my flash frames
and staggered beliefs
again disappearing into gritted space


..........another great morning, with words of beauty and brilliance floating all over the place like autumn leaves! :heart:

:rose: good morning, echoes.


death in a Sullivan St. alley

Hot Blood
 
tarablackwood22 said:
..........another great morning, with words of beauty and brilliance floating all over the place like autumn leaves! :heart:

:rose: good morning, echoes.


death in a Sullivan St. alley

Hot Blood

isn't it though, feels more like the ice age coming here...:rolleyes:

dsl provider on strike, losing posts left, right, and center like crazy, extended delays in posting, forgetting to save before I post so I have no back up, lack of sleep, lack of coffee...sighs

and no sun! :eek:

going back to bed me thinks ;)

morning Tara :rose:
 
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