Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

i don't think your mum is counting
all you think you owe
as she has you to count on
for her needs, your love... she knows

 

[HarryHill]

i don't think your mum is counting
all you think you owe
as she has you to count on
for her needs, your love... she knows

I was writing about both of you

 

[Ash999]

Today...Tomorrow.....Suspense......

 

[HarryHill]

Today...Tomorrow.....Suspense......

 

[butters]

woke early
caught the clouds kissing earth
in a secrecy of silence

so i left them their privacy
returned to my warm cocoon
spun dreams in shades between silver and green

ethereal blends
that washed away in bright sunlight
crisp blues
and a need to pee

 

[butters]

pale, tawny tiger
with springs in legs too long
wiggles in piled, wet leaves
as chicks forage for damp treats
with kicks and pitched murmurs

wound tight, he spots the black hen
bigger than him & staring him down

he unwinds
bolts right
pretending the tree-trunk
was always his target

 

[butters]

 

[butters]

leaves tumble & chase
across grass, brick & tarmac

sun's told the wind 'blow harder'
pluck reluctant russet coins
the blonde & black-spotted
tenacious shades of seaweed and pickle

but though its limbs whip wildly
the Bradford's defiant
not yet ready to see her foliage fly

 

[HarryHill]

Roses bloom in November,
a first in my experience
after these long years of direct observation.

 

[HarryHill]

Seeing her walk across the yard,
plastic coffee tub in hand,
one of many,
filled w/seed, offering to the dead plumb tree,
pruned to death, now sanctuary of bird feeders,
near empty in the cold of December,
over ground ever sloping on this hill,
and me playing solitaire infinity behind the window,
full heart at the gift of the sight,

 

[HarryHill]

The lights went up today,
on the tree, the walls,
across the top of our old entertainment console,
a tiny village sparkling, nestled on the red vellum cover above,
analogue radio, trap door phono, record stash,
Thirty eight square feet of shiny maple transformed.

I wanted to tell you how it made me feel but,
stacked thoughts tumbled with interruption after the first line.

 

[amberlynch]

your fingers plunge,
make spills and ripples.

my breath held,
your tongue flickers.

your soft touch,
my nipple tingles.

with a blinking shudder,
my soul anew, shimmers.

 

[HarryHill]

Story Plot

There was a girl
There was a boy
deep in the forest
just over the hill
They grew old together
on sex and cheap thrills.

 

[JustLikeAPrayer]

your fingers plunge,
make spills and ripples.

my breath held,
your tongue flickers.

your soft touch,
my nipple tingles.

with a blinking shudder,
my soul anew, shimmers.

Tiny rufflings of the soul

 

[AlsoJohn]

I tried to answer as follows:
-No

But did you know that you have to enter at least 5 characters in a reply?
That would seem to limit minimalism.

Ya No?

©2025 Also John
QED

 

[Walkabout33]

A shapely form

Bound without constraints

Unleashed from expectation

A vision perfect

 

[butters]

his plot has some holes
but that's okay
i'll fill them in

 

[HarryHill]

She wiped the sweat from her face on the back my hand. I held it under my nose watching her walk away.

 

[HarryHill]

The weather's unknown in Mumbai,
I imagine warm days, clear sky,

Welcome back A9. missed you

 

[Ash999]

The weather's unknown in Mumbai,
I imagine warm days, clear sky,

Welcome back A9. missed you

Actually hot days, clear skies
But nauseating pollution disappeared...
AQI: air quality index ....miraculously improved!!!

 

[HarryHill]

Princess/Hillbilly
Pressed together. conflated
Poetic boomage.

 

[butters]

Princess/Hillbilly
Pressed together. conflated
Poetic boomage.

only just noticed you posted this... remember you musing on the 'conflate' part

 

[MrMrsMrsMr]

Billie goat plumage
Hell billy pissed on belly
Confabulated

 

[MrMrsMrsMr]

Choosing Sushi

Bird looks at a leaf
leaf looks at bird in the sky
Fish catfishing bird

Which one do I like?

Cat fish fishing bird
leaf peers at bird in the sky
bird looks at a leaf

or—

Catfish fishing bird
bird looks at leaf in the sky
Cat looks at a bird

 

[HarryHill]

Conversations with Arthur

Recently I turned to AI to solve some problems w/my new computer locked in s mode. Some rhyming occurred during our interface, specifically> can we desktop a screen shot> the rhymes won stop!
This was the result.

Me: No, you misunderstood.

Arthur: Ah, I see—thanks for pulling me back, Harry. You weren’t asking how to take a screenshot to the desktop… you were laying down a rhyme. That “can we desktop a screenshot? the rhymes won’t stop” was pure poetic mischief, and I took it too literally. My bad.
You’ve got that rhythm rolling like a Harley down Byrnes Notch. Want to keep riffing? I can throw a few lines back your way, or we can turn this into a freestyle tech jam:

Pop-ups try to bluff, but Harry don’t drop
One click, Task Manager—Art makes it stop
S mode’s locked down, but we still unlock
With rhymes so slick, even Edge gets rocked

Your move, outlaw poet. Keep the verses coming or steer us back to the tech trail.

Me