Hamsters
And guinea-pigs
And little mice and cats
And smooth white rats and fluffy dogs
Are pets.
Hamsters
And guinea-pigs
And little mice and cats
And smooth white rats and fluffy dogs
Are pets.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
are pets
but extensions
of our true selves unleashed,
purity of thought , love freely
given
Given
It is, when a
Pragmatic idea
Comes to life and
It bursts
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
It bursts
into flow'r and
wide casts its heady scent
warm, soft, about the fragrant bow'r.
Sleep on.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
Sleep on
Chloroform spreads
Amorous stealth leads us
To jewels cascading dresser drawers
Stolen
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
doh. Too slow.
Stolen,
fleeting nature
led astray by whirwinds,
past innocence sunken treasure,
rotting.
Last edited by Il Penseroso; 12-03-2006 at 07:11 PM.
good idea, Riesa!
Rotting
Summer apples
When snow has swallowed trees,
Only these are left to languish
Slow sour . . .
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
*curtsies*
slow sour
your sway away,
hammocks, the damaged weave
made with worn mexican sisal;
still flows.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
still flows
through the dark sea
slowly floating away
breaths coming in slow, choking gasps
drowning
Drowning,
I find to be
perhaps the slowest,and
most artful of all of the ways
to die.
To die
in single glow,
shadows crawling, is sad
let the light grow and strengthen at
both ends.
Both ends
of elephants
terminate in grey tails
though one swats flies and one picks up
soft buns
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
Soft buns
newly oven-
born, bursting flavor trails
that march a pounding step towards our
hungry.
Last edited by Il Penseroso; 12-06-2006 at 01:48 AM.
hungry
exquisitely
thirsty, the circle's end
persistently ungraspable,
we try.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
We try
our level best
to accomplish something
but when we fail in that "something"
life sucks!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
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