I’d like to split those two apart
But they are too entangled.
They will not split,
Won’t think of it,
Old-fashioned, not newfangled.
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I’d like to split those two apart
But they are too entangled.
They will not split,
Won’t think of it,
Old-fashioned, not newfangled.
Breaking UpQuote:
Originally Posted by cacian
This frozen relationship, now thawing,
Like the great tundra of the north lands,
Holding contests to guess the first crack,
Is breaking up, soon to float away,
A floe bobbing in a black sea of emotion,
Leaving crystals in its wake.
This time alone, now gnawing,
Like a rat, stowed away, chews the rope, yet
Holding on with each heave and sway,
Is breaking up, little by little,
A moment here, a moment there of connection,
Leaving hope to heal this sever.
ampoule, September Fourth TwoThousandFourteen
Looking around me I saw this word, perfect for the season we are approaching: TAILGATING
Hope a bunch of you will give it a go.
You gotta love your car a lot
To party in a parking lot
With asphalt grass beneath our feet
We’re grilling till we’re full of meat
And full of beer before the game
And after too. It’s all the same.
And when there’s nothing else to do,
We’ll party till that’s over, too.
Tailgating means something different to me:
i love to drive
my car doubles as a bier;
can, when tailgated, speed,
or precipice perceived
breed anxiety; marrying
vertigo, hypoxia, and
palpitation - allowing
neuroses to caper freely
10/9/2014
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
I love both of these!
new word:
DAWN
Today began. The pleasant dawn
Awoke us before moving on.
Stage door East,
I gasp at your entrance,
holding my breath
as you come further in,
spreading your arms,
holding the universe,
I, sitting there wide-eyed,
await your first line.
ampoule, October TwentySecond, TwoThousandFourteen
I was standin’ there in the welfare line
Down in Nome, Alaska, back in time,
When a man come up to me and said, “How do.
You know it’s mighty dark, this time o’ day,
And it’s real hard to find your way,
When the sun don’t come up here
Until round noon.
The dawn don’t break here, son,” he said,
"It more creeps up on you instead,
with twilight lasting longer than I’d like.
A bit like the breakfast show with Desperate Dan.
And though it’s true, I ain’t his biggest fan,
Y’ know, frankly, I can’t stand the man,
The time it takes the sun to come ’s a trial.
It’s cold an’ dark half the year round
And in summertime, or so I’ve found,
It’s equally cold, and although it’s light, it’s dank.
I dream of living where it’s warm and bright,
In a place where palm trees greet your sight,
All a swaying real stately in the breeze—
And Droppin’ coconuts… in bunches…
Now I know I’m buildin’ castles in the air
And life for folks just ain’t that fair
And I’m stuck here, just like you, for the duration.
I’ll still be here when the rapture comes
And I’ll spend my time a-twiddling my thumbs,
Until my time of glory leads me hence.
They’ll take me away in a snowmobile…”
Well I looked at him and said, “That’s sad,”
Although I knew the man was mad
I thought it best to humour him, this time.
I saw that he was smokin’ weed
He even offered to sell me some GM seed
Said he bought it off some crazy woman called Palin
By mail order…
But I declined, though it wasn’t kind,
For I’d already made up my mind
That I’d be moving on before too long.
So I took my dole and dug a hole,
And I’m diggin’ still, though I’m growin’ old,
But by now I gotta be getting’ close to Hong Kong.
It’s a long way down, folks…
very nice entries and reads
and the next word is:
romance
my entry:
romance
is a silhouette
of tense
too much
and it becomes expense
less is enhance
a makeup artist stance.
An image built on mistake
A free-throw without disdain
melody of hex without refrain
always in haste to overtake
A keeper, not born as
A seeker, aims infer
A winner, hopes concur
A loser, fright invites
An end from the haste
A free-lance on May Day
willingness to faux pas
only wanderlust to TAILGATE
Someone other looking out
Aware that we are looking in
Surprised that all there is to find
Is good enough and they don’t mind
To let the play begin.
nice pieces to read
and the word is;
jealousy
jealousy
you sound
fallacy
without
you
I can be new
without a care in the world
but true.
The weekend’s magic had been spent.
They thought their spouses did not know,
But everyone knew where they went.
The way back home got trashed and bent.
What love was left refused to grow.