retiring The Poet's name as moderator

[Tzara]

That poem is all yours. I want nothing to do with it. lol
And don't you love the word/sound Ack? Ack says more than you know. It's a feeling I get when I see my ex or what the kids did in the bathroom. It's the sound my cat makes right after I find bird feathers in the front yard. Yeah, Ack is poetry. Okay, I have to quit stalling. I have stuff I have to do.

Ack

Ack ack, said the cat, feathers
frilled in mouth and floating
lazily about the yard. Ack.

Spit up the bones, you bastard,
I say, envisioning detailed and lengthy
veterinary bills that speak of

exotic, thrilling, pricey things—
specials shown on Animal Planet, routines
designed to bankrupt me.

Ack.

 

[wildsweetone]

Ack

Ack ack, said the cat, feathers
frilled in mouth and floating
lazily about the yard. Ack.

Spit up the bones, you bastard,
I say, envisioning detailed and lengthy
veterinary bills that speak of

exotic, thrilling, pricey things—
specials shown on Animal Planet, routines
designed to bankrupt me.

Ack.

lol

i can imagine my cat doing the same thing and me totalling the vet bill in my head.

...soccer might not be such a bad sport to take up after all.

 

[WickedEve]

Ack

Ack ack, said the cat, feathers
frilled in mouth and floating
lazily about the yard. Ack.

Spit up the bones, you bastard,
I say, envisioning detailed and lengthy
veterinary bills that speak of

exotic, thrilling, pricey things—
specials shown on Animal Planet, routines
designed to bankrupt me.

Ack.

That's a keeper. lol

 

[tungtied2u]

Ack ack ack
hack hack hack
pat on the back
that's what I get
for smoking 3 packs
a day

Ack ack ack
rat a tat tat
take that
you dirty rat
to many guns
in the hands of
young ones


Ack ack ack
fur balls cat calls
what a mess
I profess
I leave them
where they fall
cat call-
ing cards

__________________

nice av eve....you are sumptuous....

 

[Maria2394]

No. The dancing banana is an abomination.

what WOULD rock would be a dancing monkey with a dancing banana

 

[BooMerengue]

I'm really starting to get scared of you guys. Really.

 

[Remec]

Spur of the moment

How easily the blood rises,
can you feel it—pulsing—
one cannot escape the
lust. It answers the call; day
in, day out, of their every
sequence of words strung along
for readers to discover—fanning
such marrow-deep stirrings in every
femme, homme, whatever—all
fatales come to the same end.