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[HarryHill]

meh, in truth it hacks me off more than anything: keeps telling me my brit-spellings are incorrect, as well as ay ''foreign'' words. mind you, it does catch typos for me on occasion.

that's what im saying original line in the quote read... Sandra touché ...

 

[butters]

that's what im saying original line in the quote read... Sandra touché ...

oh, lol

still, at least you're not fighting predictive text on a phone - could make things a whole lot worse!

 

[HarryHill]

Touché moi cher,
anywhere, I pray;
stop fencing around.

 

[butters]

Feed me your spirit
constancy of your soul
I hunger

spirit in my fingertips
feed you
one and then one and then one
the power of three
suckle on colours of nourishment
then feed me yours
pressed deep
in the mouth with no tongue
to form words but still taste
the magic of your spectrum

 

[butters]

Touché moi cher,
anywhere, I pray;
stop fencing around.

how touching
but counting one's rosary
whilst sitting on the fence
invites splinters

groups
cluster
tweezer time

 

[HarryHill]

how touching
but counting one's rosary
whilst sitting on the fence
invites splinters

groups
cluster
tweezer time

..
She gets me hot with that English tongue
has me ready to go, init?
Cor! She's a flipping golden linguist'
and when she's finally quiet
Blimey!

 

[greenmountaineer]

Serendipity

You won some contest in Houston,
Run by a widow whose money was used
Until the money ran out.

Penniless Yankee I am not,
But still I leafed through a poem or two
Before I paid my dollar,

Marked down from five,
Marked down from three,
To Messrs. Barnes & Noble,

And I’m glad that I found you,
Whatever the few pennies you got.

So here’s a poem to say thank you.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

"I'm sitting in a railway station
with a ticket for my destination"
vies with the blackbird
sitting atop a lilac tree
singing his heart out for his lady.
Whilst I barely holding back the tears,
kiss your cola tasting lips
one last time, your silken skin
slips away from my love
and is gone forever.

 

[Tzara]

Grocery Store, Pomeroy, WA
10:30 AM, Saturday

The parking lot is empty as the town.
Entering the store, it seems cold,
but that could be the lights,

which seem dimmed, as if the customers
would evaporate or cringe
with more illumination. A woman

stands silent at the register,
a man in an apron next to her.
I imagine the shadow of a train,

smoke curling over an empty piazza,
and note how ghostly
pale the bananas are; yet so pure, so pure.

 

[KathrynWM]

-Fuck My Luck ...or not? (a poem) by Kathryn WF

pt1

It has been sixty seven days since he last spoke
It's been seventy two days since the blow and the exchanged photos
It's been seven days since he said goodbye to the other girl
It's been over one hundred and twenty days since I have been fucked
It's been years since I have received anything selfless and genuine I wanted
It's been years since I have been on a proper date
Time is a son of a bitch with a twisted sense of humor
Sixty seven days ago when he forced me out sewed my lips shut for other chick
On the same day guess what shows up
In a brown discreet box on my doorstep
My dildo that's what
Trying to find a smile in all of this pain
Ironic, coincidence
I don't really give a fuck
I laughed at times cruel little joke
Then got it on with my big, long and stiffer than he's ever been
Purple rubber dick

pt2
.....oh and it has a suction cup on the end of it
and it works great

the last line is for you just in case you track me down
maybe it was you who missed out
I'll let you make it up to me
when I get to fuck you
with my purple rubber dick

-Fuck My Luck ...or not? (a poem) by Kathryn WM

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[KathrynWM]

"I'll get you"...Please do

Bring me a hand full of poppies instead of dahlias. I'll dredge up some luck from the star of the devil. And you can suck out all of the pretty poison it will take to help me sleep. Then we can exchange death and life by mouth and both be in peace.

"I'll get you"...Please do

(a thought) by Kathryn WM

 

[Hypoxia]

Golden poppies bloomed months ago and are now dry husks with the scent of Pacific summer and a memory of eternity. We scurry along a knife-edge (all systems operate near failure mode) and await the collapse of physical and mental structures, castles-in-the-air in poor repair. Fuck me, it's all falling down! Fuck me as if there's no tomorrow! But, tomorrow always manages to creep in as you-and-I awaken in the golden dawn.

 

[KathrynWM]

Talking To The Wall

What you didn’t say is so complicated. I try to discern the look on your face even though you’re not here. It account for something. Asking someone to read how your feeling when your not there.

Can’t somebody make this go away; or devour me, start between my legs and end with my heart in your mouth. But nobody speaks at all. I feel frail and naive tonight. Do you want to know how it feels?

Well, I want to cling to your heart beat. I want to come back in the small spaces where you look at me and tell me my tongue is in bloom. Today is Sunday. I will stay still, while my soul flees, scared of my imagination and what it's been up to lately. The crosses that appear on my body early Monday mornings.

I didn't mean to echo trouble. There's just no way to get there. Even if I talk it up. Even if I were to load the ammunition. Baby, damn it, please stay with me. Don't leave.

-(thoughts) Kathryn WM

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[butters]

his sweet waters

i never have those dreams anymore
those ones where the blue inviting water
of swimming pool or lake
curve me into a slick-fish dive
the lazy crawl
arms slicing, palms pulling
only to find the water's not as advertised
turning brown
full of floating crap and litter
foul
burning eyes and driving me to look for the sides or
banks that are suddenly so far away
and i'm left holding my breath
trying not to swallow shit...
i never have those dreams any more

 

[butters]

hmmn, perhaps too much ambiguity in this one

for H, it should read as 'thanks to his sweet waters i never have those dreams anymore', for his waters hold no fear or shit for me. it was the thought in mind as i wrote

but, having written it and re-reading before posting, as a piece out of that context, i wanted to leave it open to conjecture, the title reading as potentially sarcasm and the final line leaving the reader wondering why not (did she kill him/erase him from her life some other way? etc..., etc..., etc.... or is the dream now the reality and therefore an un-dream)

 

[HarryHill]

hmmn, perhaps too much ambiguity in this one

for H, it should read as 'thanks to his sweet waters i never have those dreams anymore', for his waters hold no fear or shit for me. it was the thought in mind as i wrote

but, having written it and re-reading before posting, as a piece out of that context, i wanted to leave it open to conjecture, the title reading as potentially sarcasm and the final line leaving the reader wondering why not (did she kill him/erase him from her life some other way? etc..., etc..., etc.... or is the dream now the reality and therefore an un-dream)

Yes lol ambiguity runs rampant here, Thanks for the clarification.

 

[butters]

Yes lol ambiguity runs rampant here, Thanks for the clarification.

i didn't want you feeling > about something that wasn't there x

and in case you were wondering, that wasn't the dream i referred to in the other pm. that was about a kid, a tricycle missing its pedal and the snowman (the snowman being a creepy monster thing and not a snowman as we know them, lol)

 

[HarryHill]

i didn't want you feeling > about something that wasn't there x

and in case you were wondering, that wasn't the dream i referred to in the other pm. that was about a kid, a tricycle missing its pedal and the snowman (the snowman being a creepy monster thing and not a snowman as we know them, lol)

Was the snowman wearing a frock?

 

[butters]

Was the snowman wearing a frock?

no - well, it was an idea... i never saw the thing, only heard the fear in her voice and the snowflakes beginning to blow towards us meaning it was going to materialise soon! it might well have been wearing a frock for all i know. a very scary gaga-like creation of green eggs and spam

 

[Trixareforkids]

A Seussical Musical nightmare?
Oh the places you go Butters!

 

[butters]

A Seussical Musical nightmare?
Oh the places you go Butters!

for a 55 year old who's never been out of the U.K i've traveled the world, lived multiple lifetimes, faced threat and faced dilemmas, ridden lifts that travel horizontally, been every gender under the sun, been the breeze that blows the grass and the grass feeling the breeze, and the water, shore, hill and rock, animal and mineral....

i go places. *nods*
oh, to sleep free of dreams

 

[KathrynWM]

Can I come over?

When I find myself in that state between awake and dreaming
I am lying on my back reaching across the divide to you
You are on the other side but you are so close I can feel you
Once in a while I can see you reach your hand out
You will pull me through
It looks like I am walking out of my door and then I am suddenly at yours
Oh, once upon a time
Fairy tales are just dreams that happen later in life
After we grow up and are alone
And our neighbors are no longer home

Free write by Kathryn WM

 

[pensivepoet]

All along the highway
the wheat hobbles
flaccid
disheveled barns
turn tinder
while leather ropes
hang pallid
from taciturn cows watching Mcdonald's yellow
breeze by in prophecy.
The moon, once a longward gaze
becomes bit player
to the myopics
void of horizons.
~I miss the dust bowl,
the Jesus freaks on acid,
bandana'd bandits
thumbing through Winslow,
and the visionary dream
of one last goldrush.
Gypsies and tramps
your Juliette beckons
"wherefore art thou?"
Speak life to these
forgotten trails of blaze
in sanguine whisper,
steal our wealth,
give us reason
to wander
and the wheat
to wave.