Non Poetry Posts from the Suddenly Thread

[Cerriwiden]

I wade into the mirror
of the moon, the salt
of his sorrows. He shines

his stinging contrition
at night, alone, stares
yellow at his rippled guilt

on the sea, bent in bows
of blame for floods and
madness, for the weakness

of his will. He tumbles tides
and minds because he can.
Do you expect him to do

nothing? He goes away
with promises, but I can’t wait
until tomorrow. I’ve never had

a brother. That’s why I
swim, to reach and touch
the penance of his eyes.

This is excellent! In the last line, "of" or "in"? (Really could be either.)

 

[Guest]

Thank you - when I dared you and you said "Done" I was sure you were "fooling"!

 

[The_Fool]

Here is a little angel
who waits by the yule log fire
sparkling in the coloured lights
in fine Christmas attire.

Ah, santa with your beard so white
dressed in your suit of red
why do you wear that silly hat
upon your wisened head?

I don't believe it will keep you warm
on those cold, dark polar nights
when the wind whips round the reindeer shed
neath the glittering northern lights.

Do you wear it to impress the elves
dressed in their socks of green?
Does it serve a special function
when you're in the bondage scene?

Oh that long cap has me quite puzzled
as you can plainly see,
but santa dear when you come by
will you untie me from the tree?

Whip me with the boughs of holly
and knot my feet up tight
when you tangle up the ivy
I won't put up a fight

All that I ask is for you to pull
your hat down o'er your face
so that when I hear your sleigh bells jingle,
you'll be gone without a trace.

Just the slippery shimmer on my thighs
will be all here that remains
and the crumbs upon the cookie plate
witness to your evil gains

The smile upon my sated lips
and the tracks upon the snow,
not least, the silly hat I wear
to thwart the north wind's blow.

Are subtle clues to who has been
flirting under the mistletoe
with this little Christmas angel
in the gown as white as snow

Had ta show me up didn't ya.....

 

[The_Fool]

Thank you - when I dared you and you said "Done" I was sure you were "fooling"!

It's the phase of the moon, the snow, the lack of a vacation or dire distress do to lack of sex in the last five minutes....

 

[green lights]

you also said chickadee

does someone need some tough love?

Frostbitten Chestnut chickadee
finds reason
to tweet tweet
in a white on white
aspen tree.

Think— maybe,
sipping
afternoon coffee,
"I will too."




edited to say: Ah.. ha ,
I just realized I said I tweet.
I do not friggin tweet tweet

 

[Tathagata]

passing you the
karmic towel
quick rub down
fluff out that fur
lay on your back while I deliver some
tantric tickle torture

Thanks anna banana

 

[annaswirls]

Thanks anna banana

tantric tickle is what I do best
what do monkeys do best?
eat bananas?

 

[Tathagata]

tantric tickle is what I do best
what do monkeys do best?
eat bananas?

first we peel ' em with our toes
then we eat them
; )

 

[Tathagata]

um
I have the number of a good doctor who can help
with these multiple
me
syndromes
that seem to be rampantly
running amok

love,
anna
seattle
sibilaire
um who else was there
mother lover psycho beta alpha disco
poet priestess city dwelling john denver rocky mountain HIGH
lover wanna be lover sitting cross leg under
begger philanthropist thief scavanger
demanding submissive
fist raised control me now
and me too
begging the number what was that number I gave
and was it prime

whose that in the AV??

 

[Tathagata]

Re: preparing the box

summer’s bones are dry, discolored,
encased in cedar.

their weight has withered,
and they have no eyes.

the skeleton of new weather splints
your shape, supports the sinew
of your sky and soul.

new vision has chilly orbits,
twilight
behind its glassy glow.

in the wrinkled cold that bends
the back of dreams, you ache
and remember the erect parades
of June, the glory of independence
bursting over beaches, the heat
blistering your bare feet on asphalt.

they passed so quickly, the flowered
floats, the rainbow explosions, burn
of black tar. you blinked, and

september kissed your lips.

a storm rolls the waves, and
the raindrops are heavy and hard.

a frozen carpenter spins his saw.

well now it is officially winter
: )

Nice to see your words here brother
I trust your holiday was joyful

 

[PatCarrington]

Re: Re: preparing the box

well now it is officially winter
: )

Nice to see your words here brother
I trust your holiday was joyful

hello, t.

it was. a lot of loving and a lot of hiking. it's nice to sit my blistered feet down on east coast sand again. one can only stand timber for so long.

happy holidays to you in boston.

 

[Tathagata]

Re: Re: Re: preparing the box

hello, t.

it was. a lot of loving and a lot of hiking. it's nice to sit my blistered feet down on east coast sand again. one can only stand timber for so long.

happy holidays to you in boston.

Thank you Sir
And the same to you and yours in " Joisey"

and where ever else they may be scattered

 

[WickedEve]

.

 

[Tathagata]

you keep coming
in unexpected places
last online
hidden folders forgotten
tracking messages unable to view


permanent grey invisible mode
your inbox is full

I hate that

 

[WickedEve]

.

 

[WickedEve]

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[Cerriwiden]

Having risen above
up a stairway who protests
with each step
as though a guardian
Elizabeth sits among sepia memories
and forces fragments of childhood
from wasp paper books
and abrupt porcelin limbs

the web of flesh
has faded, like salon parlour games
played in motion only
a bane for boredom no longer
she seeks meaning to replace indulgence

playing in a tinderbox
where a single tear
could fell the walls
and Elizabeths reason
would incinerate
among the crippled watches
and bakerlite phones
to no where

beautiful

 

[Guest]

 

[WickedEve]

I am on the midnight poem,
slowing in thought,
lower--

it's dessert rock there.
You can fry an egg
on a hot one. Though,
we're not talking about that.

I will not singe
the edge of your need. No.
Incinerate may be extreme,
but it's midnight,
and I'm a dessert rock.

screw the no-edit. It's a desert rock. Not a dessert rock!

 

[PatCarrington]

screw the no-edit. It's a desert rock. Not a dessert rock!

that does make a bit of a difference.

 

[Guest]

 

[WickedEve]

sweet relief!

I'm bad. I'm sorry, but this is the suddenly thread. No chat. No edits... (unless you type something ridiculous like dessert rock.) Okay, post poetry!

 

[flyguy69]

A stupid joke

 

[flyguy69]

An awkward attempt to make it funny

 

[WickedEve]

Unless you are a moderator, then do whatever you damn well please.

wow... Anyway, as soon as I get time, I'll move the non poetry posts, including mine. That's what I planned to do. I just wanted to make it clear that the majority wanted to keep this thread as much poetry as possible. Actually, my post was suppose to have been an edit of the orginial poetry post, but silly me clicked on reply. I'm all fingers today. Hey, fly, I have a finger for you.