The Thread Formerly Known as the 6T Thread

Propaganda

Truth and lies dropped like jewels
And everyone is Indiana Jones
Fabricated in a theatre of mystery
Spewed from a firehose of vile intent

Oblivious pieces all in play
A chess match on the world stage
How can they not see their role
All are pawns, even the kings

Breaking the faith of the promise
Of life, liberty, happiness, self rule
Turning us against each other
Making us ripe for a fall

Who will reveal the man behind the curtain
The man who plots and schemes
Those despicable lies that feed hatred
Who will end the madness

Is he so beyond our reach
Him and his psyops culture wars
I know and if I know
Others do too

Your days are numbered
 
Isolation

The isolation breaks us
Breaks the old and infirm
Shortens lives
Stresses staff
Thirty days of protection
Thirty days of isolation
Apartment confinement
Confined apart
Breaks my heart
 
A date with Jack

A date with Jack
waking from a dream
my erstwhile companion
attends me, waiting
his sharp wit cuts
through missteps
undoing
revising

what dream
perfection?
Jack intercedes
ready and willing
pointing where
best efforts
are mere fumbles

misaligned
malformed
mismatched
Jack is my hero
unflinching
in resolve
to revise
my dream
 
Meet me darling
In the land of bluebonnets
Heat and ice
Jalapenos and steak
Red dress swirls
Around my thighs
Dancing in the garden
Dip and swoon
Love me tender
Scorch me with kisses
That burn with bourbon
Leaving me breathless
Your baby darling
 
In the garden of desire

In the garden of desire
Wide stone steps beckon
In the garden of desire
Winter bare branch beauty
In the garden of desire
Organic shapes here coaxed
Into architectural lines
Arching, bending, reaching
as the eye traverses
each branch with delight
In the garden of desire
The yews subdued
Waiting their turn
Deep rhododendron canopies
Where hydrangeas cavort
Flourishing in their shade
Vigorous blooms ready
A summer showcase
In the garden of desire
Winter’s hedge curls ‘round the curb
like a dinosaur’s tail.
Not one branch
Nor a leaf
Is out of place
In the garden of desire
Lead me hence darling
Into the emerald grass
I will leave my pruners by
For a promenade
In the garden of desire.
 
Work From Home

Deep gray haze
Still as death
Lurking in the skies
Heat of its breath
Humid, cloying, dread
A sharp contrast
Against the brilliant green
Lush thick lawn
How I want to lay in it
Feel it between my toes
As the morning birds sing
Their predatory joy
Hunting for prey
Vermin of any description
And the roar of engines
Always busy
Always going
Coffee's bitter hot brew
Welcome and predictable
Today perhaps
Always hopeful
Shelter beckons
The dry coolness
Canned air
Another day
 
So Wrong

Her shrieks fill the air
Heard through the paper thin walls
And into the next county
"Sing for me, baby!"

Moan and cry your favorite tune
How wrong how so wrong this is
How much you love and adore
How I make you feel

Tell me over and over
How much you hate me
How I'm such a pig, selfish, pushy
How I drive you wild with desire

Shriek your song for me, baby
Wail away your wild orgasm
Tell me again how wrong this is
Tell me how much better I fuck you

My hot sweat kissing your hot skin
Biting the sheets desperately
Trying to hold back the next shriek
Decadent hot pleasure erupting

Kissing my hot lips
Sucking my tongue with a fury
More and more you just have to have it
Its so wrong so wrong

Wrecking your hair by the fistful
Driving my body deep into you
Fiercely marking that beautiful ass
With hot rosy handprints

Wearing you out over and over
Pouring my fiery essence into you
"Taste me, slut! Take it all!"
My power welms, taking your breath

"So wrong, daddy, so wrong"
"But I'm yours daddy"
"My body is yours"
"I love it I love you"

"I hate you"
"Its so wrong"
"One more time, slut"
"Yes daddy, always yes"
"I wasn't asking"
How you laugh and shriek once more
 
Yesterday's Kiss

When she walks into the room
With that smile of purest pleasure
Who is the man she adores
Wondering why it is me
Walking with that roll in her hips
Wistfully into my arms
Wishing this would always be
Whispering her passion in my ear
Whole heartedly kissing my lips
With hands roaming my body
Warmly tightly embracing
Wicked sexy gleam in her eyes
With promises of much more to share
When the lights go down
When the music caresses our soul
When the moon rises over the trees
Wild nights of passion and desire
What happened to all that
Where did it all go
What I wouldn't give for one more kiss
 
Free Fall

How is it never enough
When they only want to tear me down

How can I fly free
Surrounded by so much hate and discord

When will anyone see
The gifts I bring are from my soul

How do I find the strength
To be the best of myself always

Who can I turn to
When even I feel weak in despair

Again, is it worth it
There is always someone that says yes

Maybe I really don't know
Just how stupid I really must be

Or is it insanity
To keep doing it again and again

Why does it only matter
To me
 
Good night sweet dreamer
I already miss your eyes
I can't wait to wake you
with a gentle kiss

Good night sweet dreamer
Before the image dies
I'll immortalise you
paint you just like this
 
Good night sweet dreamer
I already miss your eyes
I can't wait to wake you
with a gentle kiss

Good night sweet dreamer
Before the image dies
I'll immortalise you
paint you just like this
Great poem. Thanks for contrributing to the collection. Truly.
 
Curse of Memory

It should not be this hard
To look into her deep dark eyes
And kiss her thick pouty lips
And feel her passion and desire
Giving as good as she gets
Arousal and deepest desire
That overwhelms the senses
Savoring the electricity
Running up and down my spine
How she straddles my hips
And caresses my face
Feeling yesterday's beard
Grinding her pelvis
Hard against me
The destination now apparent
Intensity of her lips and tongue
Moans and gasps
Hands gripping and releasing
Feeling the power of her man
My muscles adrenaline filled
And large fingers weaving
Through her jet black hair
Straight with gleaming health
Gripping and pulling
Baring her supple neck
To more kisses and nibbles
From neck to earlobes
And back to her lips
Captured in my memory
And nothing more
I don't know why
 
This endless winter on the cusp of summer
grey skies leaden and laden
an atmospheric river
cool nights, made cold
buried under blankets

a bed too large for one
even the dog
has abandoned me
is the floor more companionable?

the weeds grow like monsters
in the cold dampness of between
a year of neglect dampens my enthusiasm
the task overwhelms

this endless winter
a mirror of my grief
each week a reminder
of what has been lost
 
Time of My Life

The best time in our lives is now

Making it what we will

Mindful of our history

How we met as names

On a flickering screen

Over a plate of virtual cookies

And how fun and games

Drew us closer

Into a whirlwind romance

With dashes of spiciness

No pepper could ever claim

Or sweetness so intense

Its effects linger to this day

How we fought

How we loved

How we cried

How we shared

How we grew

Together then and now

Till the stars fall from the sky
 
A Privateer Stole My Heart


A woman in red proved playground catnip
A happenstance of curiosity piqued
Found an equal in imagination and wit
A whirlwind of banter – such a feat!
Each line imbued with your warm smile
Keystrokes reaching across the miles
That summer evening made a mark
When a privateer stole my heart


That summer night changed my life
Stretching to amuse, giddy with delight
The seeds of our friendship were sown
‘til our souls met on fresh new ground
Day by day, week by week
Our truths never lost nor meek
Revealing yourself a gentleman and kind
Intuitive, intelligent, a complex mind
The frission of passion, creativity and art
Verily, a privateer stole my heart


Patience and grace, smiles all around
Romance joyfully revealed and found
Fiction and friendship intertwined
You had a beer, I drank some wine
We shared our truth, grew and learned
Heartfelt revelations, trust was earned
Joy and laughter, confessed fears
Arguments too, sometimes tears
But always darling, you proved stalwart
Your privateer stole my heart


The seasons turned, our gardens grew
Work and school, graduations too
Daily chores meet new adventure
A standing invitation to splendor
I will go with you…. somewhere
Indeed I will go with you, most anywhere
Let me count the many ways
Red and purple, may I praise
Romance abounds, your blushing consort
A privateer has stolen my heart


A compass in hand guides our way
Through each new twist on our journey
We nudge each other day by day
Hand in hand, in the right direction
To be your girl remains my mission
Spin me ‘round the dance floor again
Let’s go for another walk in the rain
Tug at my heartstrings, wrap me in rope
Take me to breakfast, buy me a coke
Gather me up and hold me tight
Morning smiles and sleepy goodnights

Connected and loved, watched over by you
Curled in your lap, a daddy’s girl through and through
With all gratitude on my part
My privateer, who stole my heart

happy anniversary darling xoxo
 
Dance with me in the garden my love
Twirl me under the moonlight
Steal my kisses as you steal my heart
again and again

These words are not mere flights of fancy
They are our hearts true desire
My dance card is full of you
Ever since that ballroom dance
So many adventures ago

Dance with me in the dessert
Pull me into your lap
Turn me ever so prettily
and make the sailors clap
Teach me how to dance at sea
And dance among the waves

We shall dance from one page until the other
from dusk til dawn
and from dawn til night again

Grab me by the apron strings
and dance with me in the kitchen
floured hands and messy hair
the dance of domesticity
Morning teases and gropes
Over coffee and scones
as you dance me to our bed again

Dance with me in the rain
on the platform as the train pulls away
all others are inconsequential
as my tears meld with the misty rain
and you kiss my face again and again
holding me and turning me round and round
in your arms
laughing and crying with joy
to be together once more

Dance with me as we go somewhere
a coffee shoppe
a bookstore
a mountain road
a deserted theater stage
a white sand beach

There is no place in this world
where I will not dance with you my love
feeling your body pressed against mine
my head against your chest
my hand in yours
stealing kisses
falling in love
again and again
a little more
with every dance
and every twirl

You know how to set the pace
putting the record on
and rolling back the carpet
sending me to put on that old red dress
you love to see me wear
~ that one that shows off my bosom
and the skirt rises up so lovely as I turn

You smile as you offer your hand
this dance is just for us
Like all the others
my dance card is full of you alone
every line marked for you love
from now until eternity

We dance in love
We dance in sorrow
We dance even when we stumble
We dance every compass point
and we dance to help us find our way
We dance with heartbeats aligned
and sighs of contentment
We dance until our muscles ache
and the music runs in our veins

These memories are indelible
and there are an infinity or more to come
You are my dance partner
My friend and lover
The one who watches over me
who sees me like no other
and calms me in the night

You have danced deep into my soul
and have taken up residence in my heart
My heart beat dancing along with yours.
wow... did I write this? the folds of time unbend me now
 
Lifting the Fog

Those whispers in the dark
Punishing, twisting his mind
How his soul writhed in fear
Doubt nibbling away his confidence
Always wondering if its real
Those sudden surges of anger
Anxiety's drumbeat against his heart
What will he do what can he do
How to stop it quiet it
Just go away today
Please
Tearfully taking the pill
Again
Blessed fog rolls in
Dark
Thick
Endless
And the whispers are gone
And so is everything else
Identity disappears
The cycle begins again
Or did it
Who
What was it
Lethargy
Soft
Cloying
Stifling
And quiet
Is that a friend
Does he know
How can he know
Know what
Giggles
Nothing of course
Nothing here
Ever again
Just done
Forever
Wait
No






dedicated in loving memory of a friend who lost, or maybe won his freedom from a lifetime living with psychotropic drugs. Be at peace Robert, the struggle is over
 
Turn back the clock
Fifty years or more
Turn back the clock
six men now shape our future
the vessel has no rights
break us of foolish pursuits
education
career
independence
just a vessel now
subject to the whims
of nature, man, and luck
unlucky in every way now
resigned to impoverishment
the child only precious
to those powerful enough to decide
until it takes it's first breath
forget the safety net
turn back the clock
break my heart
break my spirit
undo every gain
with one swipe of the pen
 
Right To Life
By Marge Piercy

A woman is not a basket you place
your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood
hen you can slip duck eggs under.
Not the purse holding the coins of your
descendants till you spend them in wars.
Not a bank where your genes gather interest
and interesting mutations in the tainted
rain, any more than you are.
You plant corn and you harvest
it to eat or sell. You put the lamb
in the pasture to fatten and haul it in to
butcher for chops. You slice the mountain
in two for a road and gouge the high plains
for coal and the waters run muddy for
miles and years. Fish die but you do not
call them yours unless you wished to eat them.
Now you legislate mineral rights in a woman.
You lay claim to her pastures for grazing,
fields for growing babies like iceberg
lettuce. You value children so dearly
that none ever go hungry, none weep
with no one to tend them when mothers
work, none lack fresh fruit,
none chew lead or cough to death and your
orphanages are empty. Every noon the best
restaurants serve poor children steaks.
At this moment at nine o’clock a partera
is performing a table top abortion on an
unwed mother in Texas who can’t get
Medicaid any longer. In five days she will die
of tetanus and her little daughter will cry
and be taken away. Next door a husband
and wife are sticking pins in the son
they did not want. They will explain
for hours how wicked he is,
how he wants discipline.
We are all born of woman, in the rose
of the womb we suckled our mother’s blood
and every baby born has a right to love
like a seedling to sun. Every baby born
unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come
due in twenty years with interest, an anger
that must find a target, a pain that will
beget pain. A decade downstream a child
screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched,
a firing squad is summoned, a button
is pushed and the world burns.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes
of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold shares
in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you
I want it back. My life
is a non-negotiable demand.
 
Turn back the clock
Fifty years or more
Turn back the clock
six men now shape our future
the vessel has no rights
break us of foolish pursuits
education
career
independence
just a vessel now
subject to the whims
of nature, man, and luck
unlucky in every way now
resigned to impoverishment
the child only precious
to those powerful enough to decide
until it takes it's first breath
forget the safety net
turn back the clock
break my heart
break my spirit
undo every gain
with one swipe of the pen
((((((((((@cascadiabound)))))))))) 💋
 
Summer

She said it was a Summer to remember
With the silken heat of the day
Warming us to our core

She said I'm going on a trip this Summer
And how I wish I were there with her
To see the world with her

And Summer came and brought it's heat
This years' heat like no other
A heat soaked in madness

She said it was a Summer she'd never forget
As the judge brought down his hammer
And left us all in hellish turmoil

She said it was the Summer of Rage
And they rose up as one and fought
For the rights of their people

She said Summer would never be the same
And how could anyone not believe her
When I marched the city streets

How we marched, sang, and cried that Summer
And longed for those days gone by
When was the Summer of Love

Will we ever see such a Summer again
Not today, or tomorrow, I think
Not until we are free
 
Swirls of emotion and worry
Decades of love and desire
Aching in frustration
Oceans of caring
Helplessness helplessness
Fears I refuse to allow
Listening for her breathing
Where will this road lead
With so much promise in the air
Family vacation plans abroad
Planning a legacy for our progeny
Progeny, descendants whatever
Frustration gnawing at my heart
The silent killer invading my home
Stalking us all
Caught within its grasp
So close, a thread away
Glad can I be glad
I would take it if I could
She needs me now
More than ever
How am I to do this
Wiping surfaces, sanitizing hands
Testing and more testing
Furnace of heat run wild
Gallons of water, is it gallons
Is it enough I don't know.
Another cough and I'm alert
Masks in my own home
Hearing her weakness and pain
Cursed to be an audiophile
I don't know I don't know
I don't know I don't know
We can't get out
Stay steady
Don't blink
Be the rock
Something
Anything
Where is hope
So alone
Just go away
I fucking got this
 
Last edited:
Windows

Thinking about windows
A view just for today
Buck Moon
Steady raindrops
Hawks diving on prey
Windows I want to jump through
When doors close
Lovers flee
Escaping ennui
Windows to the soul
Peering glittering eyes
That one song or melody
Flawed and perfect poetry
Windows of hope
When all seems lost
There it shines
Always there
Gaze through that window
Let it fill my heart
Stepping through
Be the sunshine
 
Back
Top