Well, not a pun exactly. Just that he is little, and he brings death so...more literal. We could hardly have called him orgasm could we, lol! (although my wife did say she wanted two). Now that's...
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Well, not a pun exactly. Just that he is little, and he brings death so...more literal. We could hardly have called him orgasm could we, lol! (although my wife did say she wanted two). Now that's...
All the stars seem few
Appearance is deceptive
Lucky sky so big
And yet it speaks beyond its function and in doing so clearly defines us to those who may have considered us obscured.
That bloody lingo...always telling tales. ;)
To unconciousness
Are we sent by the surgeon
Just below the pain
You appear to have mistaken me for a French.
Under this sort of pressure diamonds are formed. :D
Haikus that rhyme :(
Destablise you
Bad seahorse, you shall sleep out
On the quarter-deck
No fade
Upon the coin
That fell neath the cushion
On which he sat, undiscovered
For ever
To fit modern modes
The past is once more disguised
Kills fashion victims
In clear morning air
The firing squad as a man
Scorched the paper heart
Ooh, but it's ugly too though. Good ugly.
I have just re-read it and I like it even more. But I've always hated the phrase 'little death'...even though it's my cat's name.
Poetry? Not sure...
Moon, do I dare try
To emulate you on drum
Or on Entwhistle?
It's all a bit direct isn't it? And song lyric-y?
Do you ever wonder whether everything you say has been said before to the point of abstraction?
I think that line deserves inclusion.
For the people serve
Hot dogs, burgers and French fries
For the king, lark's tongues
Grasses blown by wind
Were once the smallest of seeds
Out of the winds reach
It can start with any of the last lines from the previous 5 posts Uncle Lar old bean.
Learn 'the less I know'
And make it yours, your mantra
Here ends the lesson
You? So, don't worry
In time you will be others
Man of the people
I know a laugh is never the required answer but...:lol:
Breaks by a caress
The glass heart and jealous lie
Of winter's embrace
What a very beautiful and moving piece. All life is in there and runs through it like a ribbon in and a ribbon out. It's leaking with life; at the bulging seams.
Cracking.
Ok, due to fleeting interest...and a porcine snouting I will re-submit the literary truffle that is...;)
Where do you go when I知 wrong?
Where do you go when I知 wrong?
Is it with the...
And send me reeling
So I untangle, pondside
The surface tension
Drive a hard bargain
Pull the plug on memory
And ram the point home
There will be no restore point
When we format who we are
A flipped coin