O spring's a virgin butterfly who doffs her gay cocoon
And naked flies on powdered skies that darken must too soon.
Her fragrant flight desires ignite to light a night's embrace;
With fluttering heart she love imparts while dawn comes down apace
And fiery Sol the skies appalls and maidenhoods must sever;
A woman lies before mine eyes: the girl is gone forever.
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 08-24-2016 at 06:17 AM.
It Would Seem Pat Rafter is an Art and Art History Patron
30 Louvre, 40 Louvre, deuces all.
What can art have in common with a yellow ball?
Pat Rafter I say, that Aussie who has backed…
Uh…backed what?...by Borg, jafranmastila we’ve been hacked!
After putting the finishing touches on his time machine Dr. Brainiak decided to do the unit testing that should have occurred earlier but for lack of funding could not be done until now. Yes! Now! That moment in history when he would show how every past is Now and how every future is Now. He took a deep breath and then another and then another and then stopped. He was in the Now of pure, immoral, t = 0 alpha-omega anti-time generated by his machine proving conclusively that there couldn’t be another t.
He somehow died, they reasoned, because he couldn’t exhale, but how was he able to die being in the Now is still being debated by his colleagues. Hell should last forever. The university did need to get rid of the remains, regardless, which refused to decompose on their own, because he was no longer actively getting rejected for research grants.
He knew people would become irrational when they found him, but he could not get to t = 1 from t = 0. He could not even get to t = -1 although he tried that too. He couldn’t even unplug the machine because, assuming the machine was working properly, he wasn’t actually in the common delusion of time anymore although the video camera which was not in the Now showed how hard he couldn’t try.
By Lily White Luvable
my
which
burning
boyfriend
burns
By Lily White Luvable
thank you
with
(Shh! They can’t see us)gratitude
(Yeah sure)justice
humanity
(Nothing like playing this record backwards)decency
every
(That’s right)ware
belatedly
finally
recognized
i (That would be me)
accept
(lol: Lily White Luvable)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Presenting your rump to the headlights
And asserting your right to be on the road.
Furry, foggy feral.
Braking hard, we sit and wait,
Watching your back.
A marker to other cars.
Horizontally opposed paws,
Adapted for grasping
Clumsy out of place on stony tarmac.
Your prehistoric brain,
Eucalyptus fuddled,
Fails to grasp the doom that dwells on there.
You gain the verge and we proceed.
Silently thanking our lucky stars
No busy, bouncing truck
Swept down the other side
And cleaned you up.
Lily said, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
Jens
Jens
He's one of our best frens
Jens
He talks about Euros, dollars, and pence
Jens
Economic theory can be a little dense
But if you listen to Jens
He actually makes a lot of sense
Jens
And in these days of uncertainty all men ask whence
Came Jens?
Jens
Jens
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 10-29-2016 at 05:14 PM.
Ok that offenses my senses Pompey. Well done.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Thanks, though encouraging me is always a mistake.
Haiku. Many, few.
It's like that with me and you.
This will have to do.
Bagel
Onion bagel
Toasted to a crisp
Something on top
My little friend?
Silence
Cream cheese left
When I became
A man
Happy Bagel
Cream cheese left for good...
No matter
As long as the fridge contains
Butter
Butter the depressed bagel
If you want add rasps
of Provolone
Or whatever cheese you eat
with Macaroni
Toast it upside down
To your heart´s delight
Until it becomes
yellow, golden or brown.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
The assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold
After having put their iphones on hold
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
Although there was some kahki, truth to be told.
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
And they waved them about not without glee.
Ah, we write a good poem Byron and me.
ay up
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