Non Poetry Posts from the Suddenly Thread

[Tathagata]

trust me, it is.
I'll PM what I deleted. You'll get a chuckle and hee hee out of it.

that's a deal

 

[minsue]

yes, ok, so you say,
but would you sacrifice your sanity
for knowing, a fraction of an hour,
that safety resides
and will reside
by her side
before forgetting devours
what is you
but you would know
once
that no harm will come to her

yes, all right, I'm posing
impossible scenarios
painting walls in full hue colors
and script a black and white
option grid

but doesn't you
when you say

I love her forever
and for a day
and would die for her,
like a cliché

like in the movies
because I do
affection's eternal
connection is true

Sigh. Some people get all the talent, dammit.

You'll submit that one, right? I hope?

 

[tungtied2u]

Ok, I may be a bit tired, but I thought this was bloody brilliant.

Thank you Liar. U2

 

[Angeline]

a swish of air between skin and knife
my heart was pared, crimson wide
ripped from my chest middle of a beat
held up close to the eyes
of the usually angry, Sun god,
the priests held their breath and prayed for rain

Aztec gold glistens still
beneath the warm and fluid blood

where do we go from here?

away as a spirit, inhabiting rocks
a special place up near the top
of some mountain or hill
or crevice wedged
beneath a stone
winding waters, riverbank

flow from heaven, back to home

just beautiful, sis.

 

[Maria2394]

just beautiful, sis.

thank you, sis

where u been? I missed you!! hope everything's okay

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Re: Blues from above

see the cat with the glasses on
plays the blue all night long
hey hey baby what'd I say

smile spread from ear to ear
piano player extrodinaire
hey hey baby what'd I say

Georgia always on his mind
Arkansas next in line
hey hey baby what'd I say

Might have been blind
But he sure could see
Hit the road to eternity
Hey hey baby what'd I say
Hey hey baby it's all right
Hey hey, said Ray- goodnight
Hey hey baby what'd I say
Hey Ray, god bless- sleep tight
________________________________

In memoriam- Ray Charles

Nice AV TT.

 

[Tathagata]

Write about rainbows
lemondrops the good ship
lollipop the sky still falls
around your ankles
in an embarrassing puddle
of clouds try to paste them
back in the sky everybody
needs a little variation
from all that blue you can't
quite fit them the right way
seams show and someone
invariably says Hey!
Your sky's crooked and the clouds
don't fit.

Somebody's sun shines
even while you drown
in cumulous nimbi
open-mouthed gazing
at your own distraction
but the sun in someone else's
corner is perspective

sunset is a bruise it's a
palette meltingly beautiful
your heart breaks
and you lay in the night
breeze, smelling fresh-cut grass
open-mouthed hoping
to swallow a few stars
that fall through the cracks

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
well I knew you'd understand sweetie

 

[WickedEve]

he was more than human,
having transcended that condition,
though not a god or demigod,
but a poet

On second thoughts, if you transcend that condition, then what cool things could you possibly have to write about? I need to rethink this whole "poets are more evolved than regular human beings." Though, it may be true.

 

[Tathagata]

On second thoughts, if you transcend that condition, then what cool things could you possibly have to write about? I need to rethink this whole "poets are more evolved than regular human beings." Though, it may be true.

Well.........
They may transcend the restriction most people face and instead of struggling with " me me me" they seek to put their fears. worries, knowledge etc into words for the betterment and ultimately the " connection" of all who read.

I think poets feel like they want to assure and be assured that they are not alone in their feelings.
That others see and feel the things they do
and that creates the " brotherhood of man" thing

As for more evolved....
more sensitive, aware, yes
evolved......
I don't know
if that were the case only poets would read poetry

ok read chapters 10 -12 and bring in nekkid pictures
that is all

 

[WickedEve]

Well.........
They may transcend the restriction most people face and instead of struggling with " me me me" they seek to put their fears. worries, knowledge etc into words for the betterment and ultimately the " connection" of all who read.

I think poets feel like they want to assure and be assured that they are not alone in their feelings.
That others see and feel the things they do
and that creates the " brotherhood of man" thing

As for more evolved....
more sensitive, aware, yes
evolved......
I don't know
if that were the case only poets would read poetry

ok read chapters 10 -12 and bring in nekkid pictures
that is all

Thank you. Poets are more aware. Wicked Eve is more evolved. I like that. I'm happy with that statement. Say nothing to spoil my happy moment, tath.

 

[Tathagata]

Thank you. Poets are more aware. Wicked Eve is more evolved. I like that. I'm happy with that statement. Say nothing to spoil my happy moment, tath.

.....................
ok

 

[Tathagata]

chain me under
the sea water
slippery dark
crevice of cold currents
nip and pinch
grasping nipple
electric twinge
as i float
free
buoyancy
sometimes a rutted flow
of scrapes
heated fleet
gnawing teeth
then soothed by lapping tides
that’s how it feels when you whip me

Wow
this gave me shivers
very powerful echoes

 

[WickedEve]

.....................
ok

there you go. you spoiled it.

 

[Tathagata]

there you go. you spoiled it.

I knew it














ahh get over it
ya had yer moment
go do some laundry or soomethin'


( and soomethin is the irish pronounciation)

 

[echoes_s]

Wow
this gave me shivers
very powerful echoes

no way...
hmm, wonder if i can do more...
Thanks Tath

 

[Tathagata]

no way...
hmm, wonder if i can do more...
Thanks Tath

lol
not unless you whip me
; )
Most welcome

 

[tungtied2u]

old beat
heart beat
work beat
and your body sways
stomping through fields
stompin' in church
stomp away the pain
stomp away the hunger

hurts so good lord
hurts so good
I know my sweet reward
lies across the river

sing me the gospel
sing me lullabyes
sing me the sweat
the pain
the day to day hardship
of being a slave
of being scorned
of being no one

put that beat to it
spoonful of sugar
make it high and sweet
make low and laughing
shake my head
god damn Ray
god damn
Now I know
we both have soul

ain't so different after all
pain is universal
and the best way to beat it
discovered in jungle rhythms
dance my brother
dance and sing

amen

You're a hero, Toshiro

 

[Tathagata]

You're a hero, Toshiro

Lol
domo arigato Tung

hajimashite

 

[tungtied2u]

old beat
heart beat
work beat
and your body sways
stomping through fields
stompin' in church
stomp away the pain
stomp away the hunger

hurts so good lord
hurts so good
I know my sweet reward
lies across the river

sing me the gospel
sing me lullabyes
sing me the sweat
the pain
the day to day hardship
of being a slave
of being scorned
of being no one

put that beat to it
spoonful of sugar
make it high and sweet
make low and laughing
shake my head
god damn Ray
god damn
Now I know
we both have soul

ain't so different after all
pain is universal
and the best way to beat it
discovered in jungle rhythms
dance my brother
dance and sing

amen

Amen, brother. Lovely tribute.

 

[Angeline]

On second thoughts, if you transcend that condition, then what cool things could you possibly have to write about? I need to rethink this whole "poets are more evolved than regular human beings." Though, it may be true.

It's not. lol.

we're just more articulate.

sometimes.

 

[tarablackwood22]

wails

-

 

[tungtied2u]

Re: wails

the wails of witch hazel


before dawn:

jogger call
(from Cross Plains)-
strange sounds
from the banks.
in the shadows
a scrambler
dripping
from knees down.
looks
like his muddy hands
have been busy.

daybreak
(behind Hardeman’s car lot):

speeding cars mass.
choking wheel dust,
air tanks,
chains,
heavy machinery.

over donuts and coffee
(from Fancy’s diner):

rubber suits,
bubbles.
drag the bottom,
pull stones and bottles,
a tire.
already drifted
downstream?

lunch
(graciously supplied by Sheriff Pugh’s wife):

last night’s ball scores
over catfish
and creamed corn.
a joke,
sporadic laughter,
blueberry pie.
another day,
bright and sunny.

last night
(under a patch of witch hazel flowers):

high-pitched wails
become part of the night wind,
cross the river,
disappear
into the ears
of dogs.



Daniel's brushes - new poem...read...pretty please!

Yes Tara! The lunch verse really adds drama to the rest of the poem. Striking contrast strikes true.

Daniel's Brushes- also- thank you.

 

[tarablackwood22]

Liar.....that above is quite SPECIAL!


Daniel's brushes - new poem....read....PRETTY PLEASE!

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Poetry Smoetry

We now interupt your regularly scheduled poetry to bring you something really HOT-

Years from Now

Sorry for the shamelss plug.

We now return you to the norm

Syn

 

[Tathagata]

ohhh, T {{{{{{big hugs}}}}}}
I know, I know, I wish my wished could come true too

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

its race day, I'm learning
to tolerate the round-round
insane, inane waste of gas and tars
he used to call me on race day,
when hubby was wedged
up the redneck asses at the bar
i have almosy forgotten the sound
of his voise, the cali polish and tease
the way he would whisper I need you pet
made my heart thump hard
in my knees

oh my sir, where for arent though?
dad in law sick, youre there for her
yet here for me somehow
lodged all comfy, inside my head
tickling my thoughts with corny jokes
I remember that elephant joke, do you?

but you arent unwanted, was him
still is, when race day is over
can we try again?


Q- how do you get rid of an unwanted elephant?
A- You send him pachy-n

Aren't we a pair?
lol