To keep the review thread clean...

[echoes_s]

No, I'd say folks in Washington talk too much....

No alias or alt here. Not yet anyway. If I may ask, did you stop writing from boredom, frustration, burnout or any particular reason?

I've always enjoyed the fresh perspective in reawahening the art.

Hmmm, best way to answer this is...too much pain and disruption.

 

[Jennifer C]

Penetrating eyes
see through me
finding possibilities
in hands behind my back

Fingers clench
till knuckles white
tight in a grasp
without desire to escape.

Hold the thought
stay the course
pry the fantasies
from my fingers.

Listening eyes
faintest whispers
seen in the words
in hands behind my back.

That was lovely Rumi

 

[ruminator]

That was lovely Rumi

Thanks,....



What does this do for it? Does it change the concept of the words?

 

[Jennifer C]

Thanks,....



What does this do for it? Does it change the concept of the words?

I don't think it changes the concept, it's a wicked visual though, it kinda brings your words to life.

Just my opinion

 

[ruminator]

I don't think it changes the concept, it's a wicked visual though, it kinda brings your words to life.

Just my opinion

I think that's the type of chain that doesn't need a lock.

I don't see any sense of struggle coming from the chainee.

I like visuals. I like words.

It's nice to get your feedback here....thanks.

 

[Jennifer C]

I think that's the type of chain that doesn't need a lock.

I don't see any sense of struggle coming from the chainee.

I like visuals. I like words.

It's nice to get your feedback here....thanks.

Yes I think your right, no sense of struggle as far as I can see, but we all see things differently don't we?

And your welcome for the feedback, always a pleasure

 

[WickedEve]

I think that's the type of chain that doesn't need a lock.

I don't see any sense of struggle coming from the chainee.

Struggling can be part of the pleasure. And so can the lack of chains. You can simply tell someone to keep her hands behind her back--no matter what happens. No matter how much she wants to reach out and touch, or maybe push away because it's too much.

Eventually, some of the posts on this thread will be relocated to another thread, since the writing live and suddenly threads are typically for posting spontaneous poetry only. Though, I personally don't mind discussing a poem from time to time. So, if anyone is getting stuck by a pin over the light poetry chatting, I will move these posts later to the "to keep the review thread clean" thread. Yes, that's my sweep-the-dust-under-the-rug thread.

 

[BooMerengue]

Struggling can be part of the pleasure. And so can the lack of chains. You can simply tell someone to keep her hands behind her back--no matter what happens. No matter how much she wants to reach out and touch, or maybe push away because it's too much.

Eventually, some of the posts on this thread will be relocated to another thread, since the writing live and suddenly threads are typically for posting spontaneous poetry only. Though, I personally don't mind discussing a poem from time to time. So, if anyone is getting stuck by a pin over the light poetry chatting, I will move these posts later to the "to keep the review thread clean" thread. Yes, that's my sweep-the-dust-under-the-rug thread.

Why don't you make a Dust Under The Rug Thread, to keep the To Keep The Review Thread Clean thread clean? huh?

*winkin' at my fav Av of you!

 

[BooMerengue]

Oh, I like that!


we let loose the lavender mice.
all except one had dried from the dye.
mortimer asked me to leave the watercolors
that lightly stepped down our hall.

"this way," he leaned in like a wind-nudged,
summer stalk, "we can track them through the house."

it was a simple statement,
yet valid in it's pale violet way.

that night, by amber light
of mortimer's lantern,
we were led past slices
of slumber rooms, with doors ajar.
then yonder to the end,
to the hole in the wall.

"what I think," he pursed his lips and teetered
on some invisible line, "is that I need to visit the shed."
mortimer had answers.
I shut the doors to dull the gleeful destruction.

Sometimes your words make me think of Stephen King. That is not a bad thing. Just a strange thing. I like strange things.

 

[WickedEve]

Sometimes your words make me think of Stephen King. That is not a bad thing. Just a strange thing. I like strange things.

"I like strange things," she said while talking about me.

 

[Tathagata]

"I like strange things," she said while talking about me.

yeah. that's shocking alright

 

[WickedEve]

yeah. that's shocking alright

Have you ever thought about dyeing your fur lavender?

 

[Tathagata]

Have you ever thought about dyeing your fur lavender?

think it will get me the poetry chicks in truckloads??

 

[ruminator]

"I like strange things," she said while talking about me.

hey,....nice legs!

I'm comfortable when I have names like 'bizarre' tossed my way.

 

[Angeline]

think it will get me the poetry chicks in truckloads??

My favorite color is green, but if you had green fur I'd think the worst...

 

[WickedEve]

My favorite color is green, but if you had green fur I'd think the worst...

I think if that happens, we need to take him to a vet.

 

[Tathagata]

I think if that happens, we need to take him to a vet.

the rubber glove and anal temperature taking??

count me in

 

[WickedEve]

the rubber glove and anal temperature taking??

count me in

rubber? ha! you get the prickly glove of love.

 

[Tathagata]

rubber? ha! you get the prickly glove of love.

you say the sweetest things

 

[Guest]

Ye gods you two are depressing and sexy if that's possible.

 

[Tathagata]

Ye gods you two are depressing and sexy if that's possible.

Possible?
that's my whole persona
i think...

 

[ruminator]

you say the sweetest things

...and they say romance is dead.

 

[Angeline]

you say the sweetest things

You're just a love monkey. hehehe.

 

[Tathagata]

Oh Monkey man, a lover is he.
Always chasin the chicks, two or three.
We love his green fur, all a-mess,
Thinkin he is neva, at rest.

Smoky halo, from the ciggy in his mouth.
We all tell'n him, you shouda been from da south.
Paperback novels are not his thing.
He likes them with a pics of a ding-o-ling.

Big pouty, puffy lips, an those yummy, harry pits.
Err did I mention, he has tits?
He is our poet of the hour,
thinkin Oh Monkey man, needs ah showa.

So ro-bust, short though he may be,
He can teach ya how to ski.
A fine speciman of Monkey Lust
Hmm do ya know, he leaves All others in da dust.

He chases, runs them poet chicks all day long.
With his short lil legs, wrapped in a thong.
When he catches them, Woe to her.
She will live in the land of green fur.

Oh, to kiss those loverly lips,
get a shakin from those elast-c-o hips. * fans self *
He is the Monkey man of all he serves.
Oh, just looky at those curves. * pants *

You know, ya want him, No, do not deny.
I can hear, your wanting sigh.
He will love you, good ... long * OH so Longgggg *
While he fart whistles ya a song. * air freshna plez *

He is so romantic-co
We all want him for our bow. * pick me, pick me *jumpin up an down *
Err ya got any dough?
I do sow ya know.

As for this poet chick
I think, he an I click.
Ya know, I am just funnin my friend
An honor to you, I attend. * Wicked Evil Grins *

Poetry from my fun lovin heart.
Ya'll know I'm a fiesty lil tart. * strawberry, cherry, whats ya pleasure *
So take my words with a lotta salt.
I tell ya, its all that Wicked Eves' fault~ * pointin at Eve, she made me do it *





Err a confession I must make,
was all a mistake.
Eve is a good, innocent soul.
Now I'm eatin my crow~

I give it a 5
got a great back beat and you can dance to it



tits?

 

[The_Fool]

I give it a 5
got a great back beat and you can dance to it



tits?

Tath, you are such a lust magnet.....

even if you do need a bra....