and women astray
in aromatic flocks leave
smocks to cover stems
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and women astray
in aromatic flocks leave
smocks to cover stems
There was god, then there was IP. :)
smocks to cover stems,
holy cliffs bright at sundown.
The lake is my flute.
then that supreme nudger-and-shaker from below, the almighty jon
man that is one is really good, I'm shamed to even follow it
the lake is my flute
my unconscious turqouise trill
mirroring the stars
Oh you poet (gone to college) you, thanks! :p
mirroring the stars.
for woman shatters daylight,
synchronizes whole.
someday to be teacher/poet (gone to college) :p
synchronizes whole,
somehow the present enters
what was thought before
what was thought before,
a girl performed procedures--
to restore my will.
to restore my will
bolster mere velleity,
nudge my bank account
Nudge my bank account
You winked across the counter
Flirting with money
flirting with money
her public asset, scarcely
identifies her
identifies her,
a canyon full of brittle
lashes; eyes can't think.
lashes; eyes can't think:
so they invent sign language,
to think with fingers.
to think with fingers,
they've made a life for them-
instant and constant...
instant and constant
eyes bobble the breeze left by
the crease of absence
the crease of absence
bald pate where straw hat lived once
in his sea of wheat
in his sea of wheat
there was no room for oddly
incongruities
Incongruities
Our ideas-floating platelets,
Detached and drifting
Detached and drifting
numeric equations bore
I need more red paint
I need more red paint
to color me angry, cause
I'm not really mean.
I'm not really mean
red is the hue of anger
just a streak in me
just a streak in me;
run my hand across the page.
I'm a word chaser.
I'm a word chaser.
Balancing the syllables
death is my metre!
death is my metre.
Still, ease the wind in your hair,
as if it were ours.
As if it were ours
We still thunder from the sky
Humid autumn night
(Great, someone else is awake!)
Humid autumn night
Save some of this cold for then --
warming the winter
Warming the winter
Soft flannel sheets on bear skin
His hand warm in mine
His hand warm in mine
his heart was yet to thaw out
I'm working on it
I'm working on it
like planes love destination,
working on going.
Working on going
but the wine was too bubbly
my chair swallowed me
Working on going
Where is there, that, I don't care
A glow precedes me. (changed it as I messed up the syllable count)
...
My chair swallowed me
Aeons ago, never spat out
I made myself home.
Edit: Wow I messed this whole thing up it seems...
A daze leads me,
The old will scold me, the wise,
regret my absence.
Regret my absence
It won't happen as I messed up
This game of poetry.
Jon, where did you pull that beginning line from? ;)
I made myself home
but when my id was comfy
someone threw me out
ARGH ... Etienne, it is not you -- it is all in the timing, ha ha!
This game of poetry
becomes like the cat and mouse
darting all around
My fault! my fault! leave me alone!Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
EDIT: See, still?
Darting all around
So confused, what is this curse?
O! The jester's time!
My humblest of apologies, then, to you, Jon. And Etienne, don't worry, if you go back and read this whole thread, you will see even crazier muddles. :)
Who's next?
Go Etienne Go!!! Yea yea, I love it!!! Kizzer too!
O! The jester's time
shake those bells, adjust the nose
we need to be cute
I did one, but it's edited on the other post... God damnit, this whole thing is more confusing than Al-Farabi's Epistle on Intellect! I am Davus! Not Oedipus!
hey kiz, great minds think alike!
O! the jester's time!
the bell after royal slips
calls all together
we need to be cute
let lava flow from our eyes
melting all we see
Quote:
Originally Posted by Etienne
:lol: :lol: I'm dancing over here!!!
IP, I think that half the fun is trying to keep up with the next guy...
Hope everyone is enjoying this -- I was laughing my guts out a minute ago!
melting all we see
rainbows slipping and sliding
a butterfly weeps