butter's stuff: the good, the ugly, and the incomplete

[butters]

today's short on nerk's ku thread

cries in the night
waves rush, break,
sea foam on black rock

 

[butters]

just adding that last short

ice-broken
moments melt
as vodka-tongues explore

 

[fridayam]

ice-broken
moments melt
as vodka-tongues explore

I love this, Chip (and you know I hate haiku! lol). I vaguely remember the feeling too!

 

[butters]

hey! thankyou

 

[butters]

dug fingers into turf
rabbit-soft and just as sprung
hoping to find a poem

pulled loose a flap
exposing dull-dry dirt

no poem there
not even a worm

 

[fridayam]

dug fingers into turf
rabbit-soft and just as sprung
hoping to find a poem

pulled loose a flap
exposing dull-dry dirt

no poem there
not even a worm

I know this feeling too, lol. Nice words. x

 

[butters]

I know this feeling too, lol. Nice words. x

thanks, friday x i might revise this to the here and now but what i gain in immediacy might be lost with sound. meh, maybe maybe, eh?

 

[butters]

dig fingers into turf
rabbit-soft and just as sprung
looking for a poem

pull loose a flap
expose dull-dry dirt

no poem there
not even a worm

 

[fridayam]

dig fingers into turf
rabbit-soft and just as sprung
looking for a poem

pull loose a flap
expose dull-dry dirt

no poem there
not even a worm

I think I prefer "dug" I did wonder if you needed the penultimate line as it is so implied? Btw, put new poem up a couple of days ago.

Did I send you this link?
http://fridayam.wordpress.com/

xx

 

[butters]

I think I prefer "dug" I did wonder if you needed the penultimate line as it is so implied? Btw, put new poem up a couple of days ago.

Did I send you this link?
http://fridayam.wordpress.com/

xx

think i dig dug better, too. and i think you might be right. *nods* at least, it'll be another version and i'll make up my mind another day

youngest is back to school tomorrow and i'm not working, so i will try to find time to give it a decent read then

i think you did, and i know i've been insanely busy either here, getting school stuff ready or working - been covering some extra days, too, as the asst. mngrss is off now for months. again, i will find time - soon

 

[butters]

dug fingers into turf
rabbit-soft and just as sprung
hoping to find a poem

pulled loose a flap
exposing dull-dry dirt

not even a worm

 

[fridayam]

dug fingers into turf
rabbit-soft and just as sprung
hoping to find a poem

pulled loose a flap
exposing dull-dry dirt

not even a worm

btw, when did I miss you becoming a mod? Are congratulations or commiserations in order? lol x

 

[butters]

btw, when did I miss you becoming a mod? Are congratulations or commiserations in order? lol x

oh, not too long ago. and neither i was just taking up the slack a bit till things sorted themselves out.

 

[butters]

the worm hunt

over on the general board
it's rum to watch the sometimes fun
someone sprinkles words around
like tapping turf, the worms will come

to the surface, to the light
then lift the turf, the work is done
some will hoard them, some ignore
but worms, exposed, will writhe - unsure

 

[fridayam]

the worm hunt

over on the general board
it's rum to watch the sometimes fun
someone sprinkles words around
like tapping turf, the worms will come

to the surface, to the light
then lift the turf, the work is done
some will hoard them, some ignore
but worms, exposed, they writhe - unsure

That's gorgeous--the metaphor continues to bear fruit

 

[butters]

That's gorgeous--the metaphor continues to bear fruit

hehehe - inspired by those wriggly li'l alts there but if it wasn't for that gen board ref, it would be a far better tiddly-pom, with words being worms. still, i was in a less charitable, though smiling, mood.

 

[fridayam]

I've never understood the alts thing--in the sense that it feels childish

 

[normal jean]

I've never understood the alts thing--in the sense that it feels childish

Hello S

good to see you about. Far as alts go, the first person I came upon to use them so extensively was smithpeter. He had a mood and a style for every one of his. I don't think you were around then, good ole days

 

[butters]

i think everything depends upon the intent behind using one, doesn't it? some people using them over on the general board do it to hide behind facades in order to express views or attack other posters, even to support their own username's viewpoints in polls! then there are those who are witty and creative with them, and don't use them maliciously. they can be great fun, but i've never had the time or inclination to make one myself. sounds like this smithpeter guy, and i've heard great things about his writing, used them as a way of developing characters' voices?

i've often used different 'characters' in poems, writing from their pov, which might directly be opposed to my own in some cases.

 

[fridayam]

I just prefer to be the usual boring, prosaic fridayam, who can't be bothered with the politics involved in alts

 

[butters]

I just prefer to be the usual boring, prosaic fridayam, who can't be bothered with the politics involved in alts

tsk tsk, i've never found our conversations - and certainly never your writing - anything near to prosaic and boring

 

[fridayam]

Aw, you are too kind

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

the worm hunt

over on the general board
it's rum to watch the sometimes fun
someone sprinkles words around
like tapping turf, the worms will come

to the surface, to the light
then lift the turf, the work is done
some will hoard them, some ignore
but worms, exposed, they writhe - unsure

Oh, this is great!

I must share it with neci...

 

[butters]

Oh, this is great!

I must share it with neci...

well, great seems a bit generous but i'll take the praise with the spirit it's offered in. ta, lol.

hope she finds it funny

 

[butters]

oh holy crap, found this one from 8 years ago. it says a lot about the marriage i was in at the time, and i guess it was sort of to some heavy metallish music in my head. lordy

crowman


lick my open eyes
cos the crowman's come
lick my open thighs
when the crowman's done

spread those tattered pinions wide
blink that swift grey wink, death-eyed
tilt that shining head just a little offside
summon from within all that's been said
cold slabs of meat to dress your buttered bread

yeah, lick my open wounds
cos the crowman's come
flick those shabby runes
having crowman's fun

carrion fan come pick the shreds
don't be shy cos i'm not kicking
just laying stiff as death here on our bed
that savage breath of life still hidden
lick lick licking thru my flesh unbidden

c'mon now
lick my open eyes like a crowman's son
lick my sweet surprise
with your crowman's tongue
life's a party
death's a ball
get over the smell
cos it comes to us all
crowman lick the putrid fruit
rotten to the very core
lick this dish of flies and shoot
but the crowman's never satisfied
crowman he'll want
crowman will want
crowman still wants
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