Non Poetry Posts from the Suddenly Thread

Re: Eve's red shoes

neonurotic said:
;) Thanks for the AV titillation, Eve.


"He doesn't listen to me"
quivers, her collagen lips
stamping, ruby heels

an exclamation point for her crisis

I don't hear her either
although I pretend
with a nod
a sympathatic smile

because good friends do that

But her blouse is too tight
and neckline too low
to hold my attention elsewhere

All I can think of
is her buck-assed naked
grabbing red shoes

doing her over in a field of purple clover
Great poem. I'll have to change back into my red shoes. :)
 
DeepAsleep said:
This... might not come out exactly as poetry, but I've not stayed up this long and sucked down so many cigarettes to let go of this crazed feeling.
Satisfied.

~D.A.
An extreme amount of fantastic stuff here... even the angels in cut-offs.
I had to read and comment before I moved on to my crash and smash poem.

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poem removed to be improved.
 
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BlueskyBeauty said:
no words reveal,
but like wires connect
cities to cities,

i know you...........

..........will hold you tender
and hush you gently,
as fear swells amidst an uncertain
cloud of raging distant storm.

:heart: :rose:

:kiss: :heart:


You're special.

:)
 
eagleyez said:
rainbow food
quite by accident
after home boy licorice river silt pies, lets
pastel the meal
and cough up the mud-

hell,ankles gritty enough
and the wormers and the clammers are taking
bets on where you lost your shoes.

she showed me so much-
vital things
carrots and redpepper and purple cone flowers, jalapenos as red as baltimore sun, the green shocks of chard, stringy artichokes.

while heartworts and other weedy low crawlers-
tiny hidden medicinals,
are the most delicate of all.

I like your poem. You write real good.
 
annaswirls said:
so maybe I don't want to be cleaned up
punch u ation blocks
straps tie me down to the line
scrubbed and polished can't see you for the glow
and rouge red deliciouls ruby red luscious
eyebrow
pluck
plucked show me where it starts

words clipped of wings
washed of shit crusted clod hopper falls in the shape
of waffle tread

buff and shine and buff

I miss the smell

high precisiion laser beams
reflect
interfere
project three d-minsional apple shot
paralax baby
all can see
none can taste

feel that crunch
but look rot and bruise free
cardboard cut out put it in your pocket

lock it for the day your eyes hunger for something
red


ignore the obscenity of a three dimensional image
on a 2 dimensional sheet

it starts with suggestion
move this switch that
are you


sure

this is yes
maybe
what we were saying
hollow milk sticky tupbes
not for straw drinking
but wouldnt you rather


taste that bitter

alkaline
suck it down
like the monarch
it seeps from your skin


no one will bite you now

dirty little poem

rough raw

without pattern or prediction

dont write a script and road maps for him

he nkows his way
just follow
that thing that you follow
damn flipped like a flap jack was not expecting own that either

put away that towel
let it soak in

let it soak in

catch my big old mess block and tackle

bobbing over the surface
but today no one is fooled


no one is convinced

and dont you miss that crunch and core
danger of the rotten spots
 
annaswirls said:
so maybe I don't want to be cleaned up
punch u ation blocks
straps tie me down to the line
scrubbed and polished can't see you for the glow
and rouge red deliciouls ruby red luscious
eyebrow
pluck
plucked show me where it starts

words clipped of wings
washed of shit crusted clod hopper falls in the shape
of waffle tread

buff and shine and buff

I miss the smell

high precisiion laser beams
reflect
interfere
project three d-minsional apple shot
paralax baby
all can see
none can taste

feel that crunch
but look rot and bruise free
cardboard cut out put it in your pocket

lock it for the day your eyes hunger for something
red


ignore the obscenity of a three dimensional image
on a 2 dimensional sheet

it starts with suggestion
move this switch that
are you


sure

this is yes
maybe
what we were saying
hollow milk sticky tupbes
not for straw drinking
but wouldnt you rather


taste that bitter

alkaline
suck it down
like the monarch
it seeps from your skin


no one will bite you now

dirty little poem

rough raw

without pattern or prediction

dont write a script and road maps for him

he nkows his way
just follow
that thing that you follow
damn flipped like a flap jack was not expecting own that either

put away that towel
let it soak in

let it soak in

catch my big old mess block and tackle

bobbing over the surface
but today no one is fooled


no one is convinced

and dont you miss that crunch and core
danger of the rotten spots

jeez, you got me so rattled I forgot to respond

:eek:

I love the way you write annainterplanetarycosmicdustswirls
:kiss:

rock my universe!
 
annaswirls said:
for some reason I came upon page six
or seven

accidentally
I thought it was TODAY

it all made sense everything familiar
tess had a cool AV
someone was writing to Angeline about Jazz
Eve had one I loved I was looking for the end, to put in my little spoutings

until came the name
the post

03sp
Guest

Registered: Not Yet
Location:
Posts: N/A
pop toys
pop quiz
in the afternoons
of March long
not melting fast enough

no end in sight so
go around back
so mention green things

eat soup
drink ice



okay what the fuck

Not planned just happened like passion

I thought who's idea of a sick joke is this
then I realized the date
I am still not sure why I got to that day, it makes no sense I always get to the last page

if I hit enough
returns
does this cound
as
a
poem?

jonh hacob jungle heimer schmidt


:)

that's all

see ya in a week
:kiss:


:kiss: It was just a nudge. They happen now and then :)
 
annaswirls said:
there is something about a woman who
likes camping


out in the bug eat buig wilderness of mud clumps
falling in the shape of waffled ridges

shoulders strong from carrying
heavy things, legs muscular from
steep incline
rock not metal

a woman who has looked vertical pupil eyed beasts
without a shriek or a flinch as it moves
sideways across the trail
never losing eye contact


a single layer between body and earth
single layer between skin and wind
nothing between eyes and sky until lids close
then
one

bathing in cold water
body hair grows long enough to catch and capture and hold in the scent of moisture from between places
breathed in deep straight to hindbrain instinct
pupils dialate lips swell chest and cheek flush

a sniff
a growl
flat down face up eyes lowered
submission to be dragged by hair
into the cave not before
a playful mock protest shriek
and claw

neck bite
show her who is on top and
inside provider
a woman who does not fear
rock or mud or branch on palm
elbow knee

she knows how to build a fire
reading aloud by it's light
until sleep comes

nothing better than a fire. *smiles*

so nicely written!!
:rose:
 
Maria2394 said:
I am soft
that makes men want to fuck me
and now I do not smile
at strangers for fear
of giving the wrong impression

I do not want to be soft
I want to be hardened and cynical
with prickly skin and bad attitude

I want to be strong
enough to tell them all,
Keep your hands off me, I belong
to someone who knows
that my softness is just for him

I am soft, inside
and tears of others
bring tears of my own

I am soft. soft
not weak nor ignorant
soft. smooth. clean
loving. mother. slut
wife. woman

soft enough to make love
hard enough to give birth
balanced enough to live,
to tell


;) :rose: :heart:
 
poet's envy!

Maria2394 said:
I am soft
that makes men want to fuck me
and now I do not smile
at strangers for fear
of giving the wrong impression

I do not want to be soft
I want to be hardened and cynical
with prickly skin and bad attitude

I want to be strong
enough to tell them all,
Keep your hands off me, I belong
to someone who knows
that my softness is just for him

I am soft, inside
and tears of others
bring tears of my own

I am soft. soft
not weak nor ignorant
soft. smooth. clean
loving. mother. slut
wife. woman

soft enough to make love
hard enough to give birth
balanced enough to live,
to tell

Thanks for this Sis. I love it!

Syn :kiss:
 
Angeline said:
oh jazz and the august moon
good times strayed but now
they'll stay and none too soon
night drips in icy clinks Bill Evans
noodles plinks laugh oops the dj
changed his mind but everything
is fine as flowers drink warm chords
dance and sway all the ugly went
away kiss me silly man in a baseball
cap I've had enough of that hard
time jive oh here we are alive
and words are blooming all the gloom
went south all I want is what I see
my poems your mouth let it be

I really like this!!!!
 
Angeline said:
thank you! it was written under the influence of a little too much icy jagermeister.

:D


A truly dangerous muse...but you seem to have tamed her...
Good Job
:D :rose:
 
ee here

that stuff is like drinking shoepolish

and she hammered almost all of it.

lol

started talking about popsicles and lolipops



:p
 
Angeline said:
ee here

that stuff is like drinking shoepolish

and she hammered almost all of it.

lol

started talking about popsicles and lolipops



:p

And then I passed out.

What a woman, huh?

:eek:
 
Tristesse said:
And no hangover!. That's what separates the women from the girls.



:kiss:

Oh I wouldn't say that. It was an aspirin morning, lol, but I'm pretty chipper again now.

:heart:
 
Angeline said:
Oh I wouldn't say that. It was an aspirin morning, lol, but I'm pretty chipper again now.

:heart:


.....and he said it was 'flu. :D Thai food is good for hungover folk.

:heart:
 
Angeline said:
ee here

that stuff is like drinking shoepolish

and she hammered almost all of it.

lol

started talking about popsicles and lolipops



:p


last time I split a bottle of that with a buddy I tasted it for 3 days.

I must say though,, I'm impressed she hammered most of it


( and uh the lollipop thing is their way of saying...tuck me in...I'm toast)
:D
 
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