It seems this thread has become somewhat "thread-bare", which is a pity. It's probably my fault. Obviously nobody wants to write about the subject I gave. So here's a new one:
temptation
Better?
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It seems this thread has become somewhat "thread-bare", which is a pity. It's probably my fault. Obviously nobody wants to write about the subject I gave. So here's a new one:
temptation
Better?
The glass is full, thin
trails of condensation slide,
oh so slowly down,
down. On the edge a single
drop waits for release.
Next: Sunday morning
The bells beautiful
In rhythm and resonance
Tell the well-worn tale
The mantra of mind control
Through pulpit propaganda
Millenarianism
The Bible tells us
Christ will walk again on Earth
At the end of time
Judgement day for all our souls
Will it be heaven or hell?
Transsexualism
She is so lovely,
Watch how she dances on the floor
Poetry alive.
I think I'll ask her for a dance--
Whoa! Isn't that the guys restroom?
Spanish Guitar
With strings vibrating
without rest, without absence
of sound or motion
he plays flamenco, and she
dances like the wind.
Next : A long train journey :)
Rhein, Danube, Elbe.
Popper, Wittgenstein's perfect
House. Schoenberg, Mahler,
Europe's longest steel bridge,
Musil, Kafka, Doblin, Mann
Sudoku
Cross-hatched squares glare an
open challenge, confident
in superior
numbers. My best efforts fail
to reveal a solution.
A muddy puddle
Would Sir Francis Drake
So eagerly spread his cloak
On muddy puddle—
For dainty Royal Tootsies,
Had he known of loss of head?
Zorro
A sword? A pen for
A sword. Words come easily
When you write with a
Rapier. Swords are for fools
With more ink than ideas.
Folds of earth, layers of skin
“Dust to dust.” They say
As the folds of earth receive
Layers of dead skin.
Layers of skin must contain
Essence of the folds of Earth…
First faint hint of dawn…
colour spills wetly
at the point where land meets air,
pooling in tones, red,
pink, orange, yellow...the stain
spreads, and dyes the edge of clouds.
The Office.
clickety clackey
banging on typewriter keys...
reach the end of your
line and the bell reminds you
to sweep the lever over.
Mathematics.
Formulas, problems,
exasperating questions—
square root of two?
Binomial Theorem? I
dream calculus equations…
The Grim Reaper
he creeps into the
back row, hidden from your view,
clutching his cloak tight
nothing but darkness prevails,
waiting the chance to take you.
Amazon