Poetry Post-its, or Po-Bo postcards

Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.
 
Oh non, these will nevair do *claps hands* Claudette, attendez sil vous plait, take monsieur Douze and fit heem for another color, perhaps he needs a blue job

Dear 12,
Where are you? I opened Lit; it said 12 viewing but I could not find you anywhere

zey zeeek 'eem 'ere
zey zeeek 'eem there
zey seek the scarlett douze-ieur
every where!




are you callin' him a pimp? :eek::eek::eek:
 
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it's spring-clean time
in box land
inside/outside
this mog is or not
was there a question?
 
i went
i didn't see
it's late being posted
disappointed me :(

(hope it'll be up soon


H's new poem, you doity bunch)
 
sun's in my eyes
and even when i close them
white balls float
in a red field

and sleep demands
but sleep must learn to
wait

not yet
not yet...
 
I'll be in for 30 in 30 by the 1st of June.

Soon enough I'll be propped up
in a chair, right leg on pillows
high in the air deflating
the swelling from surgery
fading away while my shiny
new knee joint settles into place.
 
Soon enough I'll be propped up
in a chair, right leg on pillows
high in the air
deflating
the swelling from surgery
fading away while my shiny
new knee joint settles into place.
surgery?
a touch drastic, champers...
we'd have understood
(we're that good)
the expressing of your
*cough*
creativity -
and were there mirrors involved? :devil:

seriously, 3 million dollar woman - rest up, get well asap. :kiss:
 
Soon enough I'll be propped up
in a chair, right leg on pillows
high in the air deflating
the swelling from surgery
fading away while my shiny
new knee joint settles into place.

The other half has had two of those ...... hope you're suitably being waited on :rose:
 
Soon enough I'll be propped up
in a chair, right leg on pillows
high in the air deflating
the swelling from surgery
fading away while my shiny
new knee joint settles into place.

I had an acl recon start of 2012 snd if is worse than that you will be writing some very high poetry endometriosis fuelled
 
i ran out of post-its
so scribbled my words on his heart instead
:heart:
 
There she goes with the broom
to clean the spot where wizzing flowers fly
in sub sonic delight
 
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