not sure how many words

[chipotle]

for all too long, i was my books' stern taskmaster.
no dog ears, no smudges. and certainly
no lending to persons of dissimilar discipline.

my cookbooks, though, were the first to tell me
each sauce spot, every slight tear,
memorialized bread broken with friends
and hospitality given to strangers.

then my poetry volumes beckoned.
mark us up, they taunted.
celebrate metaphor with crayon
and wisdom with margin notes.

my books told me in no uncertain terms
they have no use for cloistered order,
that the words inside will fade. unless,
they get to dance a slow waltz,
drink until closing time,
serve a lover an omelet in bed.

so i’ve learned to set my books free.

 

[TheRainMan]

*

. . .

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

^0^
We awoke to snow
the birds and I
all food buried under
alien white except
it seems
the suet ball
in the holly bush
as if by an silent
command
bush tits
by the dozen
appear and cluster
on the feeder
a bunch of feathered
grapes with tails.

^o^​

 

[Tzara]

^0^
We awoke to snow
the birds and I
all food buried under
alien white except
it seems
the suet ball
in the holly bush
as if by an silent
command
bush tits
by the dozen
appear and cluster
on the feeder
a bunch of feathered
grapes with tails.

^o^​

Perfect, Tess. What I saw this morning as well.

That reminds me, I need to refill the suet basket.

 

[eagleyez]

Take the bridge over the barrellhouse,
Steady roll rivers and kitchen candle flickers,
Heard about the gaslight square and the drum
Outside the door.

Accordian fellows shine in the sun,
Counting on some direction,
Dropslide thirdfinger holds tight
On the bellows of this fire.

Music of one note two step three...
Click heels.

 

[RhymeFairy]

his hands

touch me when I sleep.
bringing soft, tight breast
into a pucker to be kissed
long, hard. hardly worth the wait. till,
strong fingers grasp,
rounding end to cupped end
introducing lips, tongue
meeting in the middle and capturing
rings of jewels, pressing harder
as wetness seeps, spreads
in clitville. where all the action
takes a front seat. gravitation meets
his master
when pull comes to stick. a snug
flirtation within his cave of juicy
moist kisses. his tunnel of desire
dug deep and fierce
single lane lines, keep it in the middle
of a high long drive. no outs this inning.
homerun, straight to his treasure hidden
deep.


mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Take the bridge over the barrellhouse,
Steady roll rivers and kitchen candle flickers,
Heard about the gaslight square and the drum
Outside the door.

Accordian fellows shine in the sun,
Counting on some direction,
Dropslide thirdfinger holds tight
On the bellows of this fire.

Music of one note two step three...
Click heels.

Together

It's a long way home
and the road is rough
with potholes and pitfalls
but your grip is strong
and you are not alone
no, not alone
take your strength
from those offering,
your comfort from
their love for you
found a rare love
together

for Ange and her birdie.

 

[wildsweetone]

To walk, or not to walk

I give my legs a workout
wanting strength for the walk
along this year's path, knowing
I'll need every muscle,
every energetic rush
and adrenaline pop
to keep up
with the dial's spin. Already
it sounds like too much work,
too much hard work,
and I'm sitting here
looking uphill, watching gulls
glide over the cliff edge
catching the updrift,
wishing I could fly.

 

[eagleyez]

Layers

The Black BBQ wears a funny hat, a frozen robot enveloped in snow,
And Im up before the sun, glad for the mudane chores the storm has left me.

It 4 degrees with -10 winchill.
So the layering begins betwixt steamy sips of fresh ground coffee-
Thick Socks, Thick couduroy pants, long sleeve tucked in. Another shirt over that one, followed by Polar Fleece zipped up high.

Isulated boots with pants tucked in, a wooly hat, that Irish wool scarf I got for Christmas. Lastly, thick insulated gloves and my trusty down vest.

The Deck, the garden, the mountain bike, furntiure-they all wear the shroud.

My car- engulfed and invisisble.

Such simple endeavor-this, as the air freezes the snot around my nose and my lips chaffe-

Layers and layers, the poem for the morning blows steam from a shadowy form-
Such as it always is.

 

[wildsweetone]

Northerners and Southerners

They talk of snow
whilst my ground is cracked
and cicadas seem to scream
the agony of dry days.

They stomp in boots,
shadowed prints left.
My steps leave no mark.

Soon we'll mellow,
seasons mixed, muted
as the sun sorts strength.

And then we'll swap
and switch our grizzles
to suit.



poetry? yick. lol

Hope y'all are having fun up there.

 

[tungtied2u]

Lifeline

Just a simple thread
Lines of letters spun
Into words, plain and simple

Yet woven with emotion
And intent, until a lifeline
Extends, a handhold of hope

To friendships past and possible
Whose existence stays
the noose from slipping my neck

 

[eagleyez]

Rumors of snow
Like rumors of war
Has the multitudes
Flocking to the store

Beans, extra beans, chili beans
Rice, soup, eggs and cheese
Meats, sausage, pups galore
A veritable coniption in the day before store

Ruddy nosers with baskets of beer, wine, beer, pints-
They buy little else-crash into little old ladies weaving the lane
Like ten pin gutter balls-

Beans, ice cream, breads, rottiserie chickens,
Liverwurst, head cheese, cereal, rice.

You dont see krishnas this far north
Feeding the masses, the lepers, swollen cows float the Ganges,
Just beans, dry beans, canned chili
Taters taters taters.

I think a nice sourdough with sharp cheddar and apples-
Perhaps Zinfandel or Cabernet
Will suffice-
Conspiracy of weather aint nuthin but a thing.

 

[wildsweetone]

mmm sourdough with sharp cheddar and apples... i'll be right up!

cold for you... hot for me...

...

Not only the tropics have heat waves
that blast across the parched earth
and scorch souls that leap ahead
as if to outrun the raging heart
of mother nature herself.

You make a study of snow, and I
wish I could feel its cold kiss
against my heated cheek,
bathe in its ice
to cool the tumultuous thoughts
crowding my mind,
smear its white
across my brown land.

 

[eagleyez]

Ive heard of a place where wild fishes are wetter than wet-
Cone shaped mountains capture stones and boulderfields-
In the highlands downdunder.

 

[tungtied2u]

Cold coffee

So many mornings
We would share coffee and words
Blend cream with conversation
Stir sugar and emotions
Taste the sweetness and heat
As we sipped from a bottomless cup
Or so we believed

But the coffee grew cold,
the conversation became stale
And bitter, both of us
Overwhelmed by obligation
Sought other sources to slake
Our parched lives, unable
To find a common brew

 

[wildsweetone]

Ive heard of a place where wild fishes are wetter than wet-
Cone shaped mountains capture stones and boulderfields-
In the highlands downdunder.

i wonder if fishes are wetter
than Weta's that stay outa the rain.
there are upside down ice creams
with icing on peaks,
boulders like cream puffs
planted on a beach
and highlands neatly wrapped in lupins.
All are surrounded
by oceans so deep
that fishes grow wild
and possibly...
wetter than wet.

 

[eagleyez]

She Dreams

In jazz,
Monktress all night shaded
And A-trained thru unpredictable
Solos back and back on joy rides
Where question answers glide in murmurs breath.

She Dreams
In jazz,
Lady Blue steams a harlem shadow
Under marqees of memory
Gershwined and Basied
Her heart swing blows loss and death
Where question answers glide in murmurs breath.

She Dreams
In Jazz,
And laughs bout them feet too big
Fats and Diz and the Prez eyed blue
Stories poems and plays and the rest
Where question answers glide in murmurs breath.

She Dreams
In Jazz,
Jumpin jive in her daddy's car
In the nick of four four time
She's my funny valentine.



for Angie.

 

[eagleyez]

Old Mick the Irish
Drank to the gills all year round,
Till Ash Wednesday came and for lent
He gave it up cold.

Come Easter he would start up again,
Parking the car on the lawn, bottle under the seat
And another sequestered in the woodpile.
Granmother would call by summers middle
Brogueing thru the phone to her son, who was
An executive and also housed every night,
But respectfully.

The lineage of these and other great Uncles, Brothers in Law, distant tin type photos,
Come over during the Easter rising and the troubles,
Now cousins all lined up in the program,
Friends of Bill All smiling and healthy.

When you get on your knees on the ice
Alone,
"The cold slowly turns to Spring,"
Repeat it over and over

 

[BooMerengue]

wow... don't say I said so, but this guy is great!!!

Hiya Toots! How're ya' doin???

 

[eagleyez]

wow... don't say I said so, but this guy is great!!!

Hiya Toots! How're ya' doin???

Hey Boo!!

Doin fine. So nice to see you hangin round.

 

[BooMerengue]

Hey Boo!!

Doin fine. So nice to see you hangin round.

Done hangin' around for now. Headin back out to the boonies. And I'm ready to go. It's nice being around folks, but it's nicer gettin away from them! lol

Take care, and take care of your Jewel. Love you both!!

 

[wildsweetone]

Lunar eclipse

The sun kissed the moon
and the moon left with gold
blushing its face, gilt
edging the eel road, framing
the forbidden path. I tried to walk
but found my foot caught in cracks
where the parched land captured my soul
and the sun simply laughed.

 

[eagleyez]

On side-hill scree
Dangerbirds scratch and claw,
Pulverize granite and shale
High above the timberline.

Landlocked sandpipers
Blown in from shores forgotten,
Junkoes in migration,
Albino sparrows sandblasted white
Bleached all, beached since fall.

Down below in a pass,
Men shake the snows off cedar and spruce,
Tune mandolins and gather squaw wood for fire.

A pair of redtails circle high, lovers for now and they
Spy sawbones creeking from a deeper cave,
Miner of sorts glad for the turning.

Around necks hang arrowhead treasures,
Powerful for prayer,
Held up the agate one to see the sun eclipse the moon while
A mournful violin comes upcanyon where the water is so cold
It wakes a years worth,
Shakes a tear forth,
For this is all and ever shall be.

Meteor showers of Perseus spans the horizon
Flame stands 5 foot 10
Begin the begin.

 

[Angeline]

You universe
over porcelain night I danced
from fire, from eternity
for delicious fever. I am
a daughter of Jerusalem,
a ferocious flower of desire.

You universe
embrace my liquid kiss. God
is here in our willing ocean,
in your velvet rhythm. Listen
to the sacred woman web,
the warm perfume melting smoke.

 

[champagne1982]

You universe
over porcelain night I danced
from fire, from eternity
for delicious fever. I am
a daughter of Jerusalem,
a ferocious flower of desire.

You universe
embrace my liquid kiss. God
is here in our willing ocean,
in your velvet rhythm. Listen
to the sacred woman web,
the warm perfume melting smoke.

Hello lovely lady. I've missed you.

You, Gaia. Daughter, mother,
womb-dark ocean; dance
over the face of heaven
and leave the pungent perfume
of blood, seared in your desire.

You, child of woman, infant;
hasten to hear her voice
in the blackened red
that is her birth gift. Soft
and steady she waits
for you to dance across
placid, ocean-wet stars.