not sure how many words

[Angeline]

Well a good goal is enough tough skin to slide up the twelve in the Lute tuning, finding the note that goes with the open chord.

Thats my retreat and I go there again on a nightly sebaticle, mindless off all but the impending sips at your heavenly offering.

Forever in debt, paid and yet owed neverending.

With love. With love. The nights sweet crossing over rivers in the cradle of such tenderness.

You make me blush, T.

 

[eagleyez]

You make me blush, T.

Its the damned farmers tan.

Harvesting the hay as the sun shines.

 

[ruminator]

There's a song in all of this,....I can feel it.

 

[BooMerengue]

BooMerangoo??

Boom chocka locka locka??

I always thought when I had flashbacks it was a private thing, but apparently you two are in them. Doesn't that scare you?

 

[Guest]

neighbours

It is hot and the window
openly prays for a breathe
so their voices carry
in the thick air angry
saying things instantly
regretted but irretrievable
I'm awake in the dark
the unshaded softness
of their bedroom light
on the wall above my bed
shivers through leaves and
swallowed tears silence
then the light dies.
my mother once said
never go to sleep
on a fight and I think
I hope they kiss in the morning.
​

 

[ruminator]

BooMerangoo??

Boom chocka locka locka??

I always thought when I had flashbacks it was a private thing, but apparently you two are in them. Doesn't that scare you?

yeah, maybe you're right.

The summary of events is sorta scary....but I still laugh.
hey,....open and close your eyes as fast as you can for a minute.....it makes everything look like a strobe light is on.




nice words for the neighbors tess,....also said, always sleep in the same bed when possible.

 

[Angeline]

Its the damned farmers tan.

Harvesting the hay as the sun shines.

Yes. That av. That's the one. I'm sleepin with my face attached to that chest tonight. Don't plan on turning.

That is all.

 

[eagleyez]

I get the remote in exchange.

We didnt seem to pay much attention to the Jay DVD last night.

You can rest that head and mane on my chest anytime.

 

[eagleyez]

The Mattering Thing

Wrapped in a hidden shroud
Of Angelwings as
The meteor shower
Dodges the crescent western moon
And your fingers are like fuses,
A current with the surges
That explode across my sky.

Unspoken horizon catching
The heavens fire as it turns the night's earth,
On universe maps
Drawn in that smile that foils
The bluest fringes
Which finds my breastbone middle
As we share the deeper red.

 

[Guest]

overdue at the library

counting the words
to the end of the line
wanting to make them last
a lifetime or longer
marking the page
for rememberence
and a way back from
my future no pictures
can illustrate a feeling
no diagram an emotion
only words will suffice
this time.

 

[ruminator]

Wild grapevine intertwines
becoming one with bittersweet

Gnarled clumps of peeling bark
revealing years of overgrowth

Smooth vine sneaking 'round
corkscrewed leaders holding
with tenacious grip survival.

Mingled wander path I choose
to not miss any sight,
foilage hands caress me
brushing, under luscious growth

I seek the solace, shade retreat
where fragrant greetings dwell
meet me there, by whim or need
where always all are welcome.

 

[eagleyez]

Summer's Fall

White flower tops on the sweetest Basil
Dance with the plumes of the Lavender
While Rosemary hides along side the Spearmint
Everything grows and the dawn farmer
Sleepless at sunrise
Prunes and stretches to the Sun
Carries in cuttings for tea
And waters gently as
Summers fading light
Reveals the first leaves
Blown off the Maples
In the chill of night.

 

[eagleyez]

Barrio musica
Tostadas in the fry ya later
Conga tattoo
White sleevless shoulders
Her eyeliner is blue
Hips dazzle sidewalk boys
Skirts in the colour of all day,
Slow light shuffle in
A chill off the ocean create
Earthquakes in Japan
The wolves feels like bigshots
Leather billfolds chained
To lowrider dungarees
Ten bucks for the theatre
The rest is all for free.

 

[eagleyez]

Bungee the screendoor open
Let regrets
Blow
Like Pink Flamingo Saxaphones
Never a Winner or Loser
Holy Holy Holy this earthquake
Imperfect set of hopeful bones that
Layers of music still shake,
The framing and the roof is new
Paint the front door powderblue
Floorboards postulate bass
And fingers run up your neck
Holy Holy Holy
The minute reasonings
You needn't inspect
Like a mandolin with tiny frets
Like the songs we aint heard yet.

 

[eagleyez]

I fondle the burnt orange
Chrystanthymum
Like mussing up the
Hair of an angel
Its a job
For a trenchdigger
And a thief, while
Riverfishes
Blow past like
Bass Clarinet lines seeking the Tenorman's relief.

The power surges
Thru them
On the way to the ocean
Red rose pedals floating
Towards the eventual deeper
Blue Sea.

 

[BooMerengue]

Wow!! This guy took the whole day off from work just to sit and write love poems to his girl!! How cool is that??

*sigh

*swoon

*thud

I am laaaaid out with wonder!!

 

[eagleyez]

I rose early and got the job done-

Came home in the late morning Sun-

Took my shoes off

And twinkled my toes.

Might go fishin at sunset I suppose.

The almighty of nothing much to do

Sayin sayin hi hi hi to Boo Boo Boo.



T.

 

[Angeline]

I fondle the burnt orange
Chrystanthymum
Like mussing up the
Hair of an angel
Its a job
For a trenchdigger
And a thief, while
Riverfishes
Blow past like
Bass Clarinet lines seeking the Tenorman's relief.

The power surges
Thru them
On the way to the ocean
Red rose pedals floating
Towards the eventual deeper
Blue Sea.

Honey, I'm home.

You're on fi-yuh.

Will you change your tshirt now?

u

 

[eagleyez]

Got the car outa the shop eh?

*sneeze*

aint it a lovely afternoon?

and I will strip off work clothes when the sun hits the crabapple.

 

[BooMerengue]

<<<---- Hiding in the crabapple to watch the girl get the man who's shirtless underneath the tree in the fading sun...

 

[Angeline]

<<<---- Hiding in the crabapple to watch the girl get the man who's shirtless underneath the tree in the fading sun...

i saw the first crabapple fall from the tree today, and it's sunny but there's a definite nip in the air. wind is teasing the mums and the herb garden--autumn is whispering from the other side of the hills.

sun's crossing the barn soon.

 

[BooMerengue]

i saw the first crabapple fall from the tree today, and it's sunny but there's a definite nip in the air. wind is teasing the mums and the herb garden--autumn is whispering from the other side of the hills.

sun's crossing the barn soon.

Wash crab-apples. Do not pare. Remove stems and blossom ends. Cut in
halves. Remove seeds. Cover with water. Cook until soft. Drain through
jelly bag. Use 2/3 cup sugar to each cup juice. Boil rapidly until jelly
sheets from spoon.

Absolutely delicious!

 

[eagleyez]

Wash crab-apples. Do not pare. Remove stems and blossom ends. Cut in
halves. Remove seeds. Cover with water. Cook until soft. Drain through
jelly bag. Use 2/3 cup sugar to each cup juice. Boil rapidly until jelly
sheets from spoon.

Absolutely delicious!

Good call Boo!!

We have an ancient one loaded with fruit so close to my front window I can, well, um, spit on it with a good inhale.

I just throw em at cop cars usually, so this is good.

 

[eagleyez]

Pastoral
The wings of a bluebird
And the toilers digging in the dirt
How beauty is hospitable
To the call of the ocean
Siren voices, sweet
Harmony
Rises like the tide
Slips back
Singularly

The door is wide open
And the toying with the wind
Driftwood disappears
Only to accidently
Find land again.

 

[Angeline]

Blow the crops dry until
no tears remain let something
be harvested between the flowers'
bloom among these few fruits
of his labor where something less
apparent grows more bountiful
than fields of poems than tables
groaning with the promise
of swallows.

I am sleepless and time hurts
behind my eyes, drawing lines
taut with trying. I pray
for satiation, for the river
to meet the sea and empty
itself and roll away this
sorrow, see how the sands
formed new land patterned
in this unexpected beauty.

No one understands
and everyone knows you only
need to read his words.
Something purer has broken
through the corporeal grime
that presses its unforgiving
fingers into the neck
of days. Just read his words
and try to feel what he gave
me when my heart
learned how to dance.