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[cacian]

in words
capable words
traverse your feelings once
and so your dreams will come to you
in truth

[PutPink]

in truth
devilishly
burdened by the vessel
of origami tales told to
fold two

[Calidore]

Fold two
Napkins, set two
Places, light a candle.
Sit, eat, talk to the empty chair
Across

[mazHur]

Across
the steaming brook
a mouse stands on his feet
squeaks out something impatiently
I watch.

[PutPink]

i watch
deliciously
the hole ant entirety
turn to opposites in manner
i (or i've or i'm) made

[tailor STATELY]

The Tanner's (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanner_(occupation)) Heir


I made
a pot on a
potter's wheel. A pot I'd
tossed. So a pot I have got to
pee in

5/2/2012

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[slipee]

pee in
resisting wind,
"you will end up smelling"
no wish was made... well, untelling
Itching.

[mazHur]

Itching
surely hurts
when it travels from top
of the heart to its chambers four
Ignore!

[cacian]

Hey Mazhur welcome back!!:p

ignore
it is all old
the pasts that held sold faults
life has better bolder newer
strong holds

[mazHur]

Hey Mazhur welcome back!!:p

ignore
it is all old
the pasts that held sold faults
life has better bolder newer
strong holds

Thank you, Cacian. Hope you are keeping fine:)

strong holds
full of treasure
but no Ali Baba
there to chant the magical words
that work.

[cacian]

I am keeping fine thank you nice to see you back.

that work
something for all
that brings songs to a ball
and sings the polka to the folks
the fun

[mazHur]

the fun
is now over
it's time to do some work
it's time to earn some bread for the
table.

[cacian]

table
oh dear table
be swift but solid rif
many books are your pretty wit
do please

[mazHur]

do please
join me tonight
I have bought two tickets
for the movie, Sound of Music,
do come!

[tailor STATELY]

Do Come!

Do come!
(Window opens)
A moth arrayed in white
It flutters and flits in blurred fits
Candle

5/30/2012

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[PutPink]

candle
negatively
signs the nightly need to
operate openly in whirls
in words

[tailor STATELY]

Seal Me Thine

In words
pure and tender
Seal me thine forever
If first I pass Celestial gates
... I'll wait

6/1/2012


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[PutPink]

i'll wait
longingly for
the illuminated
exit i espy partially
hidden

[tailor STATELY]

Hidden Pleasures

Hidden
simple pleasures:
A rose blossom; a smile
A wink that can shiver the knees
Cool breeze

6/12/2012


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[mazHur]

Cool breeze
warms the heart up
livens up the tired soul
the world seems drowned in sea of love
dancing!

[PutPink]

dancing
over fluid
as always dependent
to orchestra of fittingly
if first

[mazHur]

if first
would it make him
lord of the ring or king
when two ride a horse one must sit
behind.

[PutPink]

behind
flashes of force
waiting seductively
fastidious particulars
play there

[ampoule]

play there
before you go
leave your mess if you must
I will await your next visit
come back

[ampoule]

Ummmm....hope I didn't crash the party.

[PutPink]

come back
to me my one
my big field awaits you
you sneeze you, you who is reason
for this

[ampoule]

for this
I have longed for
a tidy life to share
then you come shedding your hist'ry
I like

[PutPink]

I like
the dwelling ways
of blank empty pages
waiting openly for pen to
push you

[ampoule]

push you
beyond limits
I will not go with you
for your fall will bring me higher
let go

[cacian]

let go
sip the remain
undo the pain under gain
see the reasons why it took long
forget

[Maximilianus]

Forget
What I have done?
I can't, though too long now,
Expect a thumb to hide the sun.
I can't.

[tailor STATELY]

After the Tears

I can't
abide the rain
without the rainbow's gleam
to gladden my spirits after
the tears

12/5/2012

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[cacian]

the tears
they shed austeer
they make water steer clear
away from the jolt and tired
her eyes

[tailor STATELY]

Her Eyes!

The eyes
Oh! her winsome,
deep-sea green, beguiling
eyes; tempestuous when angered
Obsessed

12/13/2012

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Melanie]

obsessed
for the artist
fuels expressionism
must cleanse the soul lest fall into
a trap

[Calidore]

A trap
"How do I look?"
"Do you like my cooking?"
A smile obscuring a grenade
Beware

[Melanie]

beware
obamadon
toothy dinosaur grin
over the fiscal cliff go the
lizards

(disclaimer: this is not a political
statement...just light humor. I'm new
and unaware if politics is banned or not)

[PutPink]

lizards
farm from themselves,
non-linguistically,
a learning of the love patterns
preferred

[Melanie]

preferred
free thinking pen
find modus vivendi
somewhere twixt the devil and deep
blue sea

[tailor STATELY]

Blue Sea
Pelicans cruise
the sky - Waves breaking, Crash
in riotous roar; Soothes the soul
Salt breeze

12/19/2012


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Melanie]

salt breeze
bay scent perfumed
kissed her parched weathered cheeks
and whispered a psalm of solace
refreshed

[tailor STATELY]

Refreshed

Refreshed
Dawn's whimsy wakes
Fairies flitting frenzy
Sip from buttercups' gathered dews
Beaming

12/31/2012

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Melanie]

beaming
like cheshire cats
we're all a lil' nuts here
but poets can't be all that mad
can we

[Melanie]

can we
let bygones go
embracing a new year
open the book of blank pages
begin

Happy New Year to my new friends...*clink*

[tailor STATELY]

Begin

Begin:
Coherent light
echoes off time's backdrop
of lapis-lased coherent blue
bubbles

1/15/2013

[Twota]

bubbles
while washing hair
shampoo water trickles
down to my mouth and makes me breathe
rainbows.

[cacian]

rainbows
sings the tarot
are like an arrow bend
to look a shape in colour font
so stunt

[wsww]

so stunt
on bike he went
capturing girls sight for fame, flirt
forgetting essential of girlfriend and starts to blurt
words poisoning

[tailor STATELY]

Ping!
Words ping!
to sing upon
the page being written;
revealing the poet's nimble
vision

1/17/2013

note: "poisoning" too many sillybibbles... truncated to match form; hence ping!

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Melanie]

visions
where dreamers dream
and kite strings tug at hearts
and rainbow hued imaginings
take flight

[tailor STATELY]

Take Flight
Take flight
Adorn your life
with sweet mordents of love
Reap the adagio of days
Rejoice!

2-14-2013

Ta! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Melanie]

Rejoice!
yes please, one more
Blushing-Geisha-Martini
terra firma shaken. Come. Dance
with me!

[Beautifull]

With me
all things confuse
fused in my mind, reversed,
making my thoughts, words, actions,
jumbled

[Beautifull]

jumbled
tumbled, bumbled,
fumbling through my crumbling,
Just trying to find my way back
upright.

[tailor STATELY]

Recital
Upright.
Ivories tapped
by eager fingers - fly
Angelic voices' melody
delights

7/13/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Calidore]

Delights
Are much too bright
In this Chinese restaurant
Can you ask the manager to
Dim sum?

[cacian]

dim sum?
I have had some
delicious wrapped in rice cake
juicy tasty hot or spicy
love'em

[tailor STATELY]

Maple Valley, WA May/June


love'em
cottonwood puffs
wanderers in the breeze
a poplar gift to the garden
fairies !

6/10/2014

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Melanie]

fairy's
breath of springtime
winter's thaw, nature's law
come, we'll spread our wings on march winds
and fly

[Pompey Bum]

And fly
Beautiful child
Beautiful broken bones
Icarus, fearless, foolish, free
Still fly

[Melanie]

still fly
but you go first
entice me from my perch
i'm not so brave to fly so high
the risk

[Pompey Bum]

the risk
and was that all?
the brisker taste of fear
the break of skin and that was all
we shared

[Calidore]

We shared
All that we had
Then you left, so I split
It all. Which half of the kid do
You want?

[YesNo]

You want
too much I told
my belle. She told me I
could go to hell and so I went.
The end.

[Pompey Bum]

the end
and your black space
seem remote on such nights
when ancient fires from stars ignite
this dark

[YesNo]

This dark
contrasts with light.
I might as well recite
the spell that praises sacred night
tonight.

[Pompey Bum]

Tonight,
The shadowed earth,
The primate scream, the dream,
The fear, bright Juno's horn, the thorn,
The birth.

[Melanie]

the birth
of earth and frill
excess born of folly
restore earth's resources...squander
scorned

[Pompey Bum]

"Scorned," um,
One syllable;
Unless it's like "learn-ed"
Or flabbergasted or something.
Who cares? :)

[NikolaiI]

Who cares -
That's a doctor;
In place of a sword, he's
Got a sonic screw-driver. Where?
T.A.R.D.I.S.

[YesNo]

T.A.R.D.I.S
My time machine
is waiting for me then
I’ll get away, but where is it?
Or when?

[Pompey Bum]

Or when?
Is what she said,
The present is our place,
You with your face turned toward the past,
Turn back!

[YesNo]

“Turn back,”
she warned, “or death
awaits. The monster hates
to miss a meal.” I gulp and think:
too late.

[NikolaiI]

"Too late,"
The people say,
Too late for you, for me -
I'm listening to E.L.O.
Today.

[WordsWillCome]

Today
Is just a day
Then dawns a cleaner slate
A new future now awaits here
Awake

[Pompey Bum]

Awake
At your peril
And your beatitude
That sleeper on the latitude
Of light

[astral969]

the cold
cold breath of Frost
tickles the icy air
with the softest touch of a ghost-
Ghoulish.

[astral969]

oops.. sorry..

[YesNo]

Ghoulish
and foolish the
monster is blueish. I
would not go in there, but what do
I know?

[astral969]

of light,
resplendent light
that bathe a mortal's plight
in celestial hues and colors-
Perfect

[YesNo]

Perfect
perfection, my
fate comes to get me if
I cannot stop it from coming
through there.

[Pompey Bum]

Through there
Abandon hope
Through there you may enter
The City of Desolation
(Or not)

[Melanie]

or not
to give up hope
my garden still needs weeding
and my growing season is not
over

[Pompey Bum]

Over
In the clover
We used to sing as boys
You smile at me and I can hear
Our noise

[Melanie]

snore-aholics anonymous

our noise
in night noses
like the Tchaikovsky's
1812 Overture bassoons
good grief

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqANpah7s2k&feature=related

`

[Pompey Bum]

Good grief
Oxymoron
Like ugly pulchritude
But in fact neither fiction is
Wrong, right?

[Calidore]

Wrong/right
Black/white, day/night
One for love, one for spite
Which to accept and which to fight
Now choose

[Pompey Bum]

Now choose
Your sex, your race,
If you can bear a child
If you'll have Pepsi or Coke with
Free will

[Melanie]

free will
to fight for peace
holy wars, lover's quarrels
fine mess when free-will meets insane-
logic

5 oxymorons for you :)

[Pompey Bum]

Logic,
If masculine
Or gynecologic,
Is always arduous to rhyme.
Big time!

[Melanie]

big time
loathe sad stories
still not over all the
dumbos, bambies, humpty dumptys
truly

[Pompey Bum]

Truly
(Or verily),
Let us make merrily!
Come, let us put on happy airs:
Who cares?

[Melanie]

who cares
call our cares fears
Coriolanus knows
the fury of foes and the faults
of fools

[Pompey Bum]

Of fools
Let us critique:
The ones who bray like mules
Are not as troublesome as those
Who speak.

[Melanie]

who speaks
fluent silence
surely draws the listener
but he who speaks fluent noise won't
be heard

[Pompey Bum]

Be heard
Black splinter bones
Neolithic spirits
Invisible your fearlessness
Make known

[Melanie]

made known
the assurance
dawn comes after the night
repeated patterns of nature
solace

[Calidore]

So lace
Your shoes and don
Your hat and start your legs
A-walking. Too nice a day for
Talking

[Pompey Bum]

Solace
Sat in a boat
Flirting with hopelessness
Their love was innocent till he
Drowned her

EDIT: Sorry Calidore. Next one starts with "Talking"

[Calidore]

Glad to see I type faster than somebody.

[Pompey Bum]

Talking:
Blab, babble, chat.
So money does, they say.
But bullsh*t walks they other way.
Ole!

[Melanie]

ole!
margaritas!
cha cha and bachata
as we poets dance a tango
of words

[Pompey Bum]

Of words
I shall discourse.
And if you but retort,
It's called, politely, "intercourse."
Discuss!

[Melanie]

discuss!
sure, if we must
and lust for homework giv'n
though nunneries might well rebuff
i trust

[Pompey Bum]

I trust,
The money read.
But when the bust up came,
They dusted off their cuffs and said:
God's dead.

[Melanie]

"God's dead"
the naysayers said
with their head in the sand
just look around at creation's
wonder

[Pompey Bum]

Wonder's
An expression
Childhood never questions.
Adult repression cannot now
Guess how.

[YesNo]

Guess how
the goddesses
messing and healing there
tease me with gentleness, torment
and care.

[Pompey Bum]

And care,
So we are told,
Is less than hope or faith,
But for me somehow, it never
Grows old.

[YesNo]

Grows old
but cannot die,
at least not yet. That’s why
the rainbow left me wet: to dry,
forget.

[Melanie]

forget
not Darby, Joan
they drank the summer wine
tho' love & devotion were etched
in time

[Pompey Bum]

In time,
So life reveals,
All of our wounds are healed.
But the cobbler cries that time wounds
All heels.

[Melanie]

all heels
satan seeks smite
turning our light to night,
our love to hate, and our peace to
peril

[Pompey Bum]

Peril--
These straits are dire.
We're over a barrel.
Frying pan? Fire? To which shall we
Aspire?

[Melanie]

aspire
lest ye expire
into a stagnant pool
of boorishness and slothfulness
desire

[Pompey Bum]

Desire
Is cupid's barb,
Who, barely garbed, inspires
To stupor chaste and marble saints
By feints.

[YesNo]

By feints
we kept it hid
then we forgave. We did
release our fearful slave, got rid
of it.

[Pompey Bum]

Of it,
Of course, I've heard.
I've thought it, done it, but
I dare not speak the dire "F-word":
Free verse!

[YesNo]

Free verse!
Is something worse?
Should I rehearse a rhyme
to curse the gods who tolerate
free verse?

[Pompey Bum]

Free verse?
Nay, mull and nurse:
Eschew prosaic mess!
Torture the meter till your poems
Confess.

[YesNo]

Confess
They do until
They’re through and I as well
Confess and tell my lies to all
Through rhyme.

[Pompey Bum]

Through rhyme
An act concludes,
A bawdy bum is rude,
A sonnet soars to love untold
Through prose.

[YesNo]

Through prose
I used to speak
my mind till finding that
with rhyme I leak less sense to those
I meet.

[Pompey Bum]

I meet
Her in the dark
Our faces marked with care
Our hearts held to ourselves against
Despair

[YesNo]

Despair,
Delusions of
The opposites of care
When we stay dulled and unaware
By fright.

[Pompey Bum]

By fright
A child's delight
At autumn's chill is piqued
As winter comes, though, every fear
Grows bleak.

[YesNo]

Grows bleak--
The winter wilts
my will. I’ll speak, then I
will keep my opened eyes awake
and peek.

[Pompey Bum]

And peek
At a fairy
If you dare take a dare:
Glamor denuded reverts to
Nightmare.

[YesNo]

Nightmare,
delightware, and
low-down uptightware have
made me start wondering what do
I care?

[Pompey Bum]

I care!
Damn it, I care!
About your sad affair,
About your dirty underwear.
Please share!

[YesNo]

Please share?
The night was dark.
Without good light I was
So unaware because nothing
Was there.

[Pompey Bum]

Was there?
Then was there not?
The buttercup is dead,
Yet lingers on the song of sounds
Unsaid.

[YesNo]

Unsaid
but not unthought.
What’s said in silence is
still led through words that play more than
they ought.

[Pompey Bum]

They ought,
These thoughts, to know
That silence is the cost,
And when love's lost, though gold, it turns
To dross.

[YesNo]

To dross,
but still a win?
Perhaps a lovely sin?
I’m tempted now to pick the cards
again.

[Pompey Bum]

Again?
I think it's been
A day since our night of
Unoriginal sin. Okay,
You win.

[YesNo]

You win.
I’ve won and sin
is overcome within
recycled with the rest then done
again.

[Pompey Bum]

Again?
We'll soon run out
Of things that rhyme with sin.
Let's ban the word, mein Irisch Kind.
Begin!

[YesNo]

Begin,
began, begun.
Though fun, she said she’s done.
There’s nothing left for me to do
but run.

[Pompey Bum]

"But run,
Paramour mine!"
Quoth Circe, who reclined
On skins of tiger, fox, ermine--
And swine!

[YesNo]

And swine!
My favorite!
Of all the creatures here,
The swine is lovely, precious and
most dear.

[Pompey Bum]

Most dear
To me as well:
O beast nose rings scarce quell!
Thy perfume my senses waken:
BACON!

[YesNo]

Bacon!
Omelet! Pancakes!
Coffee, too! This breakfast
lasts a day or two and then I’ll
diet.

[Pompey Bum]

Diet,
For all men must,
Lest dust to dust ensue,
And ushered to the Cheesecake Gate--
Hey, wait!

[YesNo]

Hey, wait.
It’s not too late.
No matter what you weigh
the world won’t end because of that
today.

[Pompey Bum]

Today
Please take away.
I think it's overdone.
Then bring me tomorrow--hold the
Sorrow.

[Ecurb]

Lose weight
If gay or straight.
Whichever you prefer
Your lithesome figure will assure
A date.

[Pompey Bum]

Very nice Ecurb. In this game, though, you're supposed to use the previous poem's final line as your first line. We can start the next with "sorrow" or "a date." It's fine either way.

[Ecurb]

Sorry. I didn't know the rules.

[Ecurb]

Sorrow,
To buy or borrow
Must be paid for with rue
Until one wakes up and greets to-
Morrow.

(Now that I know the rules I made it tough for others)

[Pompey Bum]

"Morrow
Misspells marrow,"
Concludes Clarence Darrow.
But I said "You airhead, it means
Goodnight."

[Ecurb]

"Goodnight,"
She whispered low.
I said, "Before you go,
Your hair is, you should really know,
A fright."

[Pompey Bum]

A fright,
A fear, a dread,
Was when she shook her head
And said, "You know the rabbit? Well
It's dead."

[YesNo]

“It’s Dead.”
“They die,” I said.
Best live these moments well.
The clock will break when matter makes
its end.

[Pompey Bum]

Its end,
My friend, was like
Its making: a hurried
Undertaking and soon forgot.
Or not.

[YesNo]

Or not
to be. He shouts,
“To be or not to be!”
You’d think there’s other things to think
about.

[Pompey Bum]

"About
Time!" I mutter,
Gazing from the gutter,
As darkness slowly sputters out
A day.

[virtuoso]

A day
of reckoning
wool pulled from trusting eyes
innocent are vindicated
judgement

[virtuoso]

Judgement
terminator
Arnold is president
all aliens are deported
fruits rot

[virtuoso]

Fruits rot
immigrants come
minimum wage rises
immigrant's families arrive
job blight

[Pompey Bum]

Hey Virtuoso, the rules say no playing with yourself! (:))

[virtuoso]

Job blight
no insurance
government website down
you must still pay the penalty
stay well

[virtuoso]

Just a few to catch up. Don't pee your pants, Pompey!

[Ecurb]

Stay well
In pits of hell
With Satan's sweet blessing
Carressing you and refreshing
His spell.

[Melanie]

his spell
Neptune's shell
Fontana di Trevi
cast upon tossed coins from hopeful
lovers

[Pompey Bum]

Just a few to catch up. Don't pee your pants, Pompey!

Who says I wear pants? :)

Lovers,
If such we were,
Deserve more love than that;
And more of wit, and much less t*t
For tat.

[virtuoso]

Melanie, I enjoyed the mythical mystique in your poem. Enthralling and enchanting at the same time.

Pompey a nice, witty rejoinder in your latest poem!

[virtuoso]

For Tat
Rat-A-Tat-Tat
The bedroom door opens
She shouts: Joe was giving me a
Pap smear

[Pompey Bum]

Pap smear--
A kind of beer?
Blue ribbon or such boast?
"One thousand years!" or "Fellows, cheers!"
The toast?

[YesNo]

The toast
I made was lame.
Life giggles. Ditch the blame.
Since sad and glad still rhyme, it’s all
the same.

[Pompey Bum]

The same?
Now that one's new;
For so say not a few:
"I non-conform 'cause that's the norm.
Adieu!"

[YesNo]

Adieu.
Mon Dieu prefers
I wished them a good bye.
I do just as I please, but don’t
know why.

[Pompey Bum]

"Know why?"
I asked this guy.
"No, why?" the gent effused.
Why, no," I said, now in my head
Confused.

[Melanie]

confused
inside because
ate some sweet and sour
fed my head some doubter chowder
huh? what.

[free]

huh? what.
To eat or not
Give me the food
That is good for good
Not a prelude

[Pompey Bum]

Psssst, Free! :)

2 syllables
4 syllables
6 syllables
8 syllables
2 syllables

[Pompey Bum]

Prelude:
If lewd, then pray;
If not, then you are scr*wed:
God doesn't look the other way
(Some say).

[YesNo]

Some say
and some refuse
to say. Some choose. Some win
or lose again when clouds come in
today.

[Pompey Bum]

Today:
An illusion
Caused by the rotation
Of forever and never 'round
The sun.

[Pompey Bum]

The sun,
How it shone!
Unless maybe it shined.
Who cares? The important thing is
It rhymed.

[YesNo]

It rhymed.
It had that much.
The meter wasn’t bad.
We’re still alive with time to touch
the heart.

[Melanie]

the heart
weighs the same as
a can of Mountain Dew
but in the end, the downed Dew wins
code blue

[free]

code blue
means I love you
and if you don't love me
go away and let me be free
agree

(huh!! :confused5: I hope the syllable problem is set now)

[Pompey Bum]

Looks good, Free! :)

I thought I posted this before but I guess it's out in space somewhere. Anyway, Melanie's is better.

The heart
Is a drummer,
A player, a mummer
Whose dumbshow runs only a day.
Bummer.
***

Agree
With all I say!
It's what they said to me
So it must be okay--wouldn't
They say?

[YesNo]

They say
what I thought they
would say: some pleasant stuff
In time today to let it flow
away.

[Pompey Bum]

Away:
Past or to come,
Whether future or gone,
Are fated in distance from us
To stay.

[YesNo]

To stay
and spend the night
with a full moon for light
would have been nice were we not made
of ice.

[Pompey Bum]

Of ice,
While it has charms,
Goosebumps rising on arms
Often rise my ire. So I go
With fire.

[YesNo]

With fire
I conquered ice
though briefly on the lake
frozen, waveless, heartless with fish
to take.

[Pompey Bum]

To take
Your meaning, sir,
I find I must concur.
Yes, it is as you say. Now go
Away!

[YesNo]

“Go away!”
She wanted rest,
but for how long he would
not know. Then walls grew. Then he could
not go.

[Pompey Bum]

Not go?
Mais non, mais non!
One goes unto the fray:
The road cannot end and we can-
Not stay.

[YesNo]

Not stay?
No way. I’d be
here any day the sun
would rise to entertain our soft
blue skies.

[Pompey Bum]

Blue skies,
An illusion,
One finds: light blossoms for a time,
Then bent to our minds, it colors
Our eyes.

[YesNo]

Our eyes
see what they will
and give our minds their fill
of mystery, half certainty
and thrill.

[Pompey Bum]

And thrill
(Or what you will)
Sells selfies, sex, and soap;
Shills hangman's rope so all can cope.
Say nope.

[YesNo]

Say nope?
Whatever gives
one hope will let one walk
through walls to yes to take a breath
and live.

[Pompey Bum]

And live
A lie? Fie no!
Not I! I'll walk through walls
After I die; and breathe that breath
At death.

[YesNo]

At death
we rest at least
though some hope we do less
than that with our eternal rest
at death.

[Pompey Bum]

At death
You say we rest.
It's really just a guess.
Confess! We know not if we're damned
Or blessed.

[YesNo]

Or blessed?
Or damned? Or worse,
perhaps, if nothing should
appear. No light. No rest. No warmth.
No peace.

[WordsWillCome]

No peace
Be found within
This broken heart of mine
Wounds frozen in time's great grasp be
Laid open

[YesNo]

Laid open.
Till the Sun has
set. It’s Time that’s done. We
will forget and it will stop-start
the clock.

[Pompey Bum]

The clock--
And is that it?
It chimes. It swings its times,
Its pendulum. Me, I just spit
The pit.

[YesNo]

The pit
where Tim was left
to die was fit for those
who wondered why they were the ones
God chose.

[Pompey Bum]

God chose
To look, to look
Away. Do you suppose
I know or think I know a thing
To say?

[YesNo]

To say
or not to say
is like some Hamlet’s task,
an indecisive way to miss
a chance.

[Pompey Bum]

A chance--
So some ascribe
The workings of all our
Sacred jive and cynical cant.
No chance.

[YesNo]

No chance
and also no
determinism can
excuse what we have done or did
not do.

[Pompey Bum]

Not do?
You tell me now
That somehow it won't do?
Why I made it especially
For you.

[YesNo]

For you
the clouds are blue,
the grass is green and you
are seen by smiling eyes that shine
like gold.

[axolotl]

like gold
my death will be;
like gold in the very blood
of me. a bird tears the red sky,
like gold, nothing i'm

[YesNo]

Like gold (nothing I’m),
as above so
below or as below
so above, take the mystery
and go.

[virtuoso]

And go
take me with you
but your baggage must stay
cage my Id in a RV but
shadow

[YesNo]

Shadow
darkens. Light has
dimmed. Stars will bring the night
and with it rest from anxious ways
and fright.

[Pompey Bum]

And Fright
Flew down one day
And perched at Sophie's right.
And yet I never heard who won
That fight.

[YesNo]

That fight
they had no one
could win. They lost and then
began again like twilight, dusk
to dawn.

[Pompey Bum]

To dawn
The feathers flew
The yielding wax unglued
And so like Lucifer we fell
To hell

[YesNo]

To hell,
to heaven, back
again around we go
forgetting and recalling all
we know.

[Pompey Bum]

We know
And yet the road
Decides for us the time
To wince and stay or bear the way
And go

[tailor STATELY]

the gnome of shaw island

and go-
rillas were in
his keep; in communion -
a higher order of being:
Spirit

3/9/2015 dedicated to uncle john

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Pompey Bum]

Spirit:
Are you near it?
Do you sin and bear it?
Or is it just a bottle of
Claret?

[tailor STATELY]

A Meadowlark Did Chance Upon an Eagle


claret

coloured was his

blood; this royal upon

a carpet of baby's tears did

spill death


3/16/2015

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Melanie]

spilled "Death
by Chocolate Cake"
now have to kill the chef
but we'll serve cake at the wake
crime tape

[tailor STATELY]

A Day in the Life

crime tape
is teased in the
breeze - flapping audibly
to the delight of children pure
in heart

5/19/2015

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

ever, always

in heart
mind and spirit
cleave unto faith and hope
charity most of all; ever
always

8/4/2016

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY