"To keep the review thread clean..."

[Selena_Kitt]

This is a beautiful image...alive.

thank you...
I have a little birdy friend I hold in my heart-hands every day...

 

[LeBroz]

In order to avoid sonnet writing I've been taking helicopter flying lessons

Curse you, wso, for showing this site. Shot an hour crashing helicopters instead of finishing my tweaks on M/W-V.

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[wildsweetone]

Curse you, wso, for showing this site. Shot an hour crashing helicopters instead of finishing my tweaks on M/W-V.

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you're welcome!

i had to train myself to realise that i wasn't playing dodgem cars. it nearly worked. i managed to mangle the machine only about a billion times and got 912m all up. this is why i don't pilot helicopters.

 

[clutching_calliope]

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[Tathagata]

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[TheRainMan]

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[clutching_calliope]

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[Tzara]

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[flyguy69]

This is exceptional, WSO, the title and the opening in particular.

Sundown and Cinnamon Buns

They find it hard to settle
on Sundays when rain
sweeps across the countryside
and they’re expected to wait
until their lovers are ready
to taunt and tease soft sighs
from the night,
to taste the bitterness
on the breeze that weaves
its way between sundown
and the cinnamon buns of breakfast
by a fireside that glows
copper streaks through a room
laden with sheepskin rugs
and wine.

 

[Tzara]

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[annaswirls]

What a Poem Is


... a poem should be solid made.
Tightened bolts, fitted joints,
well and firmly glued. It should
be ready for abuse. You might
stand on it instead of sit.
Flick ashes on upholstery. Eat
potato chips and brush the crumbs
into its lap, then wipe your
greasy fingers on its nap.

... set one out before a fire
and park your muddy boots.

in my opinion...
the whole poem is good
but these parts are outstanding
bravo!
I want to jump up and down on your poem
do the Nestea plunge
no popping springs

~J

 

[wildsweetone]

This is exceptional, WSO, the title and the opening in particular.

thank you

 

[clutching_calliope]

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[Tathagata]

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[4degrees]

I'll fuck talk with you baby
as I wipe the spittle of your tonguey
kisses from my lips with fingers
gloved in mud washed
from the streets
we dance on
into this gutter where we play
once risen from the sewer.

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[TheRainMan]

I wonder if
I swept up all the shards
from the windows of our life
and stuck them back together
in random patterns
like they did at Coventry
after the bombs had fallen
would it matter?

I’m sure the ghost of Goering
would think the act
a ritual of impotence
but he would like
the statue of St. Michael
hung victorious
over Satan
and I ask myself
if ever I should meet
a devil that I would embrace
would I have the will
to pierce him with the lance?


Coventry

This is exceptional!

Welcome aboard . . . do stay.

 

[Guest]

I wonder if
I swept up all the shards
from the windows of our life
and stuck them back together
in random patterns
like they did at Coventry
after the bombs had fallen
would it matter?

I’m sure the ghost of Goering
would think the act
a ritual of impotence
but he would like
the statue of St. Michael
hung victorious
over Satan
and I ask myself
if ever I should meet
a devil that I would embrace
would I have the will
to pierce him with the lance?


Coventry

Welcome back - you Blast from the Past.

 

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[LeBroz]

Thank you rybka for your kind words today on my little fun write,
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A Man and A Woman - V
.....~ Novelty ~
Especially appreciative since this was my first attempt in the erotic category, even though it is only of the lightly humorous eroticism variety.

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[Guest]

Beet root zoot suit
made me write another rag.
It's all moot anyway. Neo said
I gotta write a poem a day
if I wanna stay, but as you see

I'm running out of ideas.

Anyway still here. Be a dear
beet and pluck the veil
from my muse's eyes, ok?
It's friggin freezin here today--
by the way before she left
she said she wants a tan line,
that's fine if only I could join her
maybe south of France? Antibes?
Cap du Somewhere Anywhere
that isn't Maine. Not that I
complain: I made my bed and love
my lover. Nothing's undercover
anymore, it's just the snow
that I abhor, and beets

you can lance the devil, only 37
poems to go: it's all in the diction
don't you know. Saddle up. I'm still
in the collection plate.
Chalk it up to fate
and poetry.

Hey now, quit using my name as a curse word. You signed up for it, missy.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

hey Neo, they have creams that will cure that rash you have....

 

[Angeline]

Hey now, quit using my name as a curse word. You signed up for it, missy.

It's all about the love, I keep tellin ya.

You got twenty-one poems out of me so far--how could I not love you? Okay, so three of them are "good" poems, but still....