Non Poetry Posts from the Suddenly Thread

[Angeline]

Come on in - he'd love it - two babes sweet talking him.

I did, lol.

 

[Guest]

I did, lol.

He told me - double lol.


This reminds me of those coffee can and string phones.

 

[Angeline]

He told me - double lol.


This reminds me of those coffee can and string phones.

I'll yell from the deck, lol. OT might be able to hear me, but I'll have to really sing out for you.

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

Re: Re: pedaling passion

My legs remember when and
my face can still smile
at the thought.
My hands hold the memory of
tiny stitches and that
little clasp at the back
of my neck, the hooks and eyes.
My feet can still dance me
fast and loose in my dreams
and my knees can still cross
elegantly.
It's all there in a huge
photographic album of my life.
I like to browse through it -
now and then.

 

[annaswirls]

T man, you gotta change your sig line.

I just stared at the spinning thing for like 5 minutes in some sort of trance, and your smiley guy wants a freakin break from the guinness. I swear, he stopped for a minute and told me so.

 

[Tathagata]

T man, you gotta change your sig line.

I just stared at the spinning thing for like 5 minutes in some sort of trance, and your smiley guy wants a freakin break from the guinness. I swear, he stopped for a minute and told me so.

staring at the spinning thing is good
it's a prayer wheel with ' om mani pad me hum" written on it which, since it is being spun, radiates that mantra out into the world and enlightens everyone...


No one EVER wants a break from guinness

silly girl

 

[flyguy69]

staring at the spinning thing is good
it's a prayer wheel with ' om mani pad me hum" written on it which, since it is being spun, radiates that mantra out into the world and enlightens everyone...


No one EVER wants a break from guinness

silly girl

Indeed, it is the Guiness that makes his world spin!

 

[annaswirls]

staring at the spinning thing is good
it's a prayer wheel with ' om mani pad me hum" written on it which, since it is being spun, radiates that mantra out into the world and enlightens everyone...


No one EVER wants a break from guinness

silly girl

okay I lied, I want a break from the guinness. The spinning thing is making me dizzy, unless that is a step in my enlightenment.

and I keep having this other mantra intruding

oh mokey pat me bum

and I just cannot figure it out

 

[flyguy69]

Ohhhhhh
you are indeed a high lama
or llama
como se llama??
me llamo Teem
y tu??

how about if I replace the wheel with a watch that goes
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth

annnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaa
annnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
you are getting horny
I mean
sleeeeeeeeeeeepy
drat!
I always screw that part up...

I think this post just gave me a wet dream.

 

[Tathagata]

I think this post just gave me a wet dream.

well give it back

 

[tungtied2u]

Re: ...

"?tahw era eW"

lick it clean
blood wells
soft flesh
splinter punctures
Pick it up

scatter
shards break
white tiles dark
amber liquor turns
Glass smashes

hits the floor
slips and falls
of tequila
three-fingers
Brandy snifter

"Pregnant!"

Congrats, good buddy...Icouldn't be happier for you!

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: ...

Congrats, good buddy...Icouldn't be happier for you!

Thanks

 

[minsue]

wrapped in plastic
colorful, microwaved
mass market grief

Ooh, now that I like

 

[Angeline]

Do you recall Donna Marie,
Lady Shenandoah, kudzu green,
past great lake, not over the sea?

Summer day since she was seen,
you saw her last in May or June,
Lady Shenandoah among all green.

She is forgotten but not the moon.
How can that be, my traveling man?
You were with her in May or June.

Against her skin with golden band,
you tarnished vows below that crescent.
How could you, my far traveled man?

She loved you without my consent
and around your deceitful finger,
twisted the ring below that crescent.

Down there where the kudzu linger,
remember your Donna Marie,
wrapped around your deceitful finger,
past great lake, not over the sea.

This is excellent. And you probably wrote it in about six minutes too.

 

[Angeline]

Re: My trip to Boston

after the ceremony
I dared to eat a peach
my beard was sticky
and I wandered
interrupting
nuptial conversation
searching
for a place to put that stone

the party moved up to New Hampshire
where it seems the lakes
are all called ponds
“live free or die “
of boredom naked
in the neighbour’s hot tub
a stone’s throw from the shore

it used to be that if you closed your eyes
you could hear the moon
rise o’er the hiss of pines
but things are better now
we flit from screen to screen
a bon mot here
a fragment there
literature of ten words or less
drenched in innuendo
who needs the scent of wood smoke
or pine gum on your feet
and the crazy laugh
that echoes ‘cross the pond?

Do the pine trees hiss there, too?

 

[Maria2394]

548 poems under just one name.
I'm not even sure I remember all
your names here and scattered
across the ether of the digiverse,

your words suceeding you, scattered
to the winds of Wisconsin and the world
is less without your voice. Your poems
whisper and giggle, echo you still

I only wanted that Eric Dolphy poem
or was it Rahsaan Roland Kirk? All
those nights of jazz talk. I can't
remember 548 poems worth of talk.

You said Squirrels Playing Saxophones
is a love poem. I laughed because who
else would say such a thing or hold out
the phone and tell me to listen

to the sound of grass blowing, now
write that sound, write everything--
pancakes and spice, bunnies, brown trucks
and radon sisters. You said You'll never

kiss me anyway because I have
a bony nose, but I would kiss
a hundred toads with or without
bony noses to remember whether

it was Miles or Eric or Rahsaan
or my phone rang one more time,
and I heard I want a large pie
with mushooms and onions,

and it was you.

 

[Angeline]

Re: Java Vamp

After 8, she's always there.
The brew in her cup
stays hot
as low cafe lights
sets a mood as she waits

A silent—come here, I'm waiting
an invitation enough for anyone
wanting more than coffee

"Mind if I join you?"
Delivered with a charming smile;
(all a facade, as visions of her
are firmly planted on his smile.)

"Please…"
Pink tongue wets lips,
(thinking whatever he has in mind
is going to cost more than a latte.)

In the coffeeshop of your mind again, latte boy?

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Java Vamp

In the coffeeshop of your mind again, latte boy?

I can only observe. I'm reformed or so I am told

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

you wonder about that squishing
under your shoes, whether you tread
on solid or liquid

and why
your shape is crooked

and why
your name is suddenly forming
on the holy beaks of birds
that drip with hymns, singing

like the fingers of untouched religion
that massage and mold you
into something new

the maples are crying, and
you walk across the first tears
of autumn, falling like the petals
of your nightstand rose

still searching for square sense
in things that bend

your remaking is twisting
in the music of feathered notes
and the wing-wind of nightingales,

in the liquid that softens, things
that have no shape, no sides
or stillness

the pain of your wet clay
thumbs pressed into your chest
as you spin, is a process
of evaporation

sad water is drying
on the steaming steps you walk,
in the opera of the trees

it harmonizes,

lessons of alteration,

the sudden knowing
that no one can have your soul
unless you give it away

this has a familar ring to it!

 

[Angeline]

this has a familar ring to it!

Hiya bluey!

Nice um--what is that you're wearing anyway?

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

Hiya bluey!

Nice um--what is that you're wearing anyway?

hey there!

well it's not much of anything now is it.

uhm...i'm going to put an av up with me in clothes soon i think..i'm past my crazy stage ..maybe!

 

[Angeline]

hey there!

well it's not much of anything now is it.

uhm...i'm going to put an av up with me in clothes soon i think..i'm past my crazy stage ..maybe!

I think you're fairly sane, but I like you either way.

 

[Guest]

The clouds are different here
set in the sky like cotton
in a jewel box or lined in light

Your clouds over there look like cotton in a jewlery box and mine look like a woolen blanket. Although, it doesn't look like that today. It's Indian Summer here.

 

[Angeline]

Your clouds over there look like cotton in a jewlery box and mine look like a woolen blanket. Although, it doesn't look like that today. It's Indian Summer here.

That was shortly before sundown and I have *never* seen clouds like those before. Part of it is the incredible clarity of this northern sky, which gives the clouds a sharp definition most of the time anyway. But that night the Sun was right behind the clouds, and it outlined the bottom of each one with a line of sunlight. It really did look like nightlights or as if someone had a candle lit behind each one. It was beautiful.

And ain't no Indian summer here. It was in the 30s the past few nights, and it's slated to get colder this week. I had to buy a hat and gloves.

And this woolen blanket thing is just normal for your erm neck of the woods, yes?