I've got to say, Haunted, if I could write "trash" half as good as this stuff, I'd be feeling pretty pleased with myself! Keep the "trashiness" going, is all I can add!
I've got to say, Haunted, if I could write "trash" half as good as this stuff, I'd be feeling pretty pleased with myself! Keep the "trashiness" going, is all I can add!
Dafydd Manton, A Legend In His Own Lunchtime!!www.dafydd-manton.co.uk
My Work Has Been Spread Over Many Fields!
Dafy, you are too kind. There will be more trash and I hope you'll return for the next one! I edit the first post each time I add a new entry, just hover your cursor over the thread title. See you soon on the next trash day
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
overnight snow
we weren’t aware
the rain changed
over to snow
and snow melted
into slush
my boots squishy
socks soggy
all the while standing
on tiptoe
for the longest
goodbye
kiss
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
How gracefully this moves. Thank you.
I may be miles off the mark, and I may be reading too much in to this, but with a combination of the poem and your avatar, I can see a fond farewell on some awful, winter railway station, then a long absence. Done a couple of those! No matter whether I'm right or wrong, it's a beautiful piece of work. Thanks for sharing it. (Trash, indeed!)
Dafydd Manton, A Legend In His Own Lunchtime!!
My Work Has Been Spread Over Many Fields!
I appreciated it, Prince!!
Dafy, I adore the visual you described and the storyline, why didn't I think of that! When I was writing this I was thinking of my driveway and then the scene moved to a New York City side street. The slush there is something else!
I love it when you talk trash! Thank you for your nice commentOriginally Posted by dafydd manton
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Ah my Haunted once again, you show class and style.. Keep those trashy treasures coming. Mwah.
Ahh its trash day again
Loved the unexpected kiss at the end. There is a whole world of pleasure in an unexpected kiss.
thanks Mary, be careful what you wish for, there will be more.
yes Jerry, it's trash day again! I'm so pleased that the unexpected ending worked for you, thanks!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Some things are worth every second...and they would make the most miserable conditions worth remembering...and cherishing
I wish I had it in me to write right now...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Bien thanks so much for taking the time!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
This goodbye kiss goes into eternity as if by the power of levitation, at odds with the law of gravity totally inadequate to bring and keep the moment down to earth....
Beautiful. Bar
Thanks Bar! I must say that your comment is way more beautiful than the poem you were critiquing.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
the little dancer
she waited
till everyone’s out of the house
then ran into her parents’ room
pulls out their bedsheets
within seconds
she’s in a white gown with a very long train
waltzing with Prince Charming
the love of her life
focus.........
she waits
for her cue
Massive Attack’s Angel
ta tata ta dat
ta tata ta dat
from the heavens she descents
in a jet black patent leather bra
she’s a sensation in slow motion
her sinuous body waves
her soft and firm tongue rolls
on hands and knees she moves
along the edge of the stage
right into their fantasies
they wait till they bust
just to feel her in the flesh
they stuff 20s in her string bikini
still they want to give her more...
every tom dick and johnny
but tonight
the pole
is her only lover
Last edited by Haunted; 08-23-2010 at 01:35 PM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi! A lovely poem about a fall from grace. Or is it? I wouldn't like to judge the girl! Thanks, Haunted.
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My Work Has Been Spread Over Many Fields!
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