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Ah, there's a few. Nay, more than a few. Some sweet butts and boobies. Love poetry with nice butts and boobies. But as pretty as - ass - they are the reviewer hat just isn't fitting well this morning.

But we have all day don't we? I propose another evening poetry group grope. That was swell. This will be swell too.

What a gorgeous day.
 
This is the day that the lengthy poems chose to come out and parade. Some that do provoke. Some that dare. And daringly. At least one that is probably a form I'm ignorant of and should become un-ignorant, but not today. Or yet. But we still have the day and the evening. Gonna go fix up breakfast. Come back. Yeah.
 
It's Hotel Literfornia I tell ya. Full of vampires. Never let you leave. Oh you can check out sometimes. Some of the lessers can threaten you with excommunication. But the head honchos, they know how to keep you. And they don't use bars or shackles. Don't have to. It's crazy. It's hopeless. Oh they tell you you can do whatever you want, but it's no accident why they wear their quiet smiles when they tell you. Yeah that's it. Those darn catty smiles. Can't fight those. Or the incense.
 
hum

in these days ...finding not gorgeous..just blank stares on the blue screen...
asking questions of..wtf...

This is a well-developed morning already. A blue one. Not merely cliche, but the tone is bluish, like cold bluish. See, I've neglected that: the joy of getting into the blue or whatever tone it is and not worrying how to describe it or to make it poetic. The words should be afterthoughts. Discards. Really.

Anyway, on this bluish rocky mountain morn I see no new poems in here. But there seems to be a wealth of poetry out there.

So I cannot at this moment say in all honesty that I will be in the best mind to give new poems their just review due if and when they appear in the near future. Could happen of course but hold onto that longshot wager for a horse or... or I don't know. You know... So if new poems appear as I am popping in and out and someone wants to give them some Friday flavored review treatment before I get to them, why be my darling guests and do so.

What a gorgeous day.
 
Oasis!
renewal, rejuvenation
could be imminent

so many allergens
not the fault of them
but I never learn
try to be with them, like them, but it just won't happen.

Other influences: all together: stomped into
trashy mucky mushy
mess.
just stay on the fringes, the corners
they are comfortable. Don't go no more
into the main mix. just can't do it, and
others suffer.

Sure glad to see you.
I did bad things while you were away.
 
Detroit's in prayer for their SUV's
for the first time I hope
the angels aren't listening....

lol...what bad things were you doing...:eek:
 
must you know details?
oh many little bad things did I do and more than once I did do them, and still, to this day, doing them I am, some of them. New To Dos and Don't Dos vowed which vows were weak to start with. Miniature paranoia fruits turned ripe almost overnight, and they fell off their stems, and well, they've been running very amok. This is a bad thing I'm doing. Must you know more?
 
must you know details?
oh many little bad things did I do and more than once I did do them, and still, to this day, doing them I am, some of them. New To Dos and Don't Dos vowed which vows were weak to start with. Miniature paranoia fruits turned ripe almost overnight, and they fell off their stems, and well, they've been running very amok. This is a bad thing I'm doing. Must you know more?

guess that would depend if it tis passion fruit or pineapple delusions...:)
 
Was no Or about it. More like Both. And others. I was forced to watch them mate. Talk about a mess. But I'm better now. Honest.
 
Was no Or about it. More like Both. And others. I was forced to watch them mate. Talk about a mess. But I'm better now. Honest.

all that pineapple juice...trickling with passion ya mean...;)
 
And would you believe it. One of those weak-legged vows was to curtail forum interaction. Seems that in heavy doses it causes allergic reactions in some persons. I would've done pretty good if you hadn't shown up. :cattail: But you helped too. So... sometimes you just gotta not worry about stuff. It's like there's sticky stuff all over the forum walls and floors, and it's really a lost cause to not get some of it on one.
 
And would you believe it. One of those weak-legged vows was to curtail forum interaction. Seems that in heavy doses it causes allergic reactions in some persons. I would've done pretty good if you hadn't shown up. :cattail: But you helped too. So... sometimes you just gotta not worry about stuff. It's like there's sticky stuff all over the forum walls and floors, and it's really a lost cause to not get some of it on one.
sprouted...
 
Perchance more good? make yourself cozy at home and call if you need something; I'll be in and out much of the day; the sun beams too sweetly bright to not give it homage while it is in its mood; for that is where poetry is, so I believe, but it is so easy to wander into ruts, and forget, not even realizing we are forgetting until we've forgot so much we forget where to go and find what we lost. Speaking for myself, not others. I spoke of allergies earlier. We have snow now. I love all winter brings, except some of the thermometer numbers.

Good Morning.
 
*sits on hearth to warm tush*

ok, who's telling stories? i'm in the mood to be entertained... is that ok? kind of lazy, kind of demanding, a little petulant... but darnit... i work so hard every day & i tell stories... but i don't have anyone tell me any... *sigh* there i go... ranting... i need to get this stick off me so i can go get stuck on the great outdoors... wait. that's where i just was... eek... no wonder my tush is so cold - maybe i'll stay.
 
Storytelling?
Hadn't planned on it. Storytelling is not my strongest feature. Apparently. But I suppose I could give it a go - later? if you can wait, please; meanwhile, yes, do enjoy the hearth as it certainly enjoys you sitting on it, and coincidentally(?) you sat exactly at the place it breathes its warmest; that's why it warms you so quickly and you'll be more thoroughly warm than had you sat a mere few inches elsewhere; now I really must go out into some realms of tangible sensations, for study and meditative and all good reasons.

Petulant?

Beautiful word.

A petulant, very petulant missy.
 
Are we sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin ...... A Tale of two posters by Darls Chickens .....
 
Petulance sat upon a hearth that was warm. Little did petulance know but the hearth petulance put its missive tush upon no ordinary hearth.

That might be a story?
 
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