His explanation
is his metabolism
I suppose it's true
it simply isn't up to
burning off all that junk food
tracing the movements of a fly
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His explanation
is his metabolism
I suppose it's true
it simply isn't up to
burning off all that junk food
tracing the movements of a fly
Eyes crossed, lazily
slumped at the picnic table,
the fly on my nose
buzzes, licks clean its knees.
The breeze lifts, he drifts away.
fountain
Duchamp's urinal
turned on its head was also
conceptually
ergonomically reversed
when he called it a fountain
a rock group's secret passtimes
Marzipan puppies
Created by leather clad
Rockers in secret,
Occasionally tasted
By laughing virginal girls.
:worrying about siblings
Oh brother! My brother,
You won't believe what he's done.
And in public too!
Remember that cat in Prague?
It's worse; Two buckets this time!!
Finally overcoming your fears.
Redwoods incident,
Hallucinating crawling
Spiders all over.
No more panic, just squash them.
My children are not afraid.
Dawn view over a lake, river, or ocean.
Pink fades into blue
Fades into long black shadows
Sun burns off the mist
Water laps the creaking boats
Warming in the morning sun
New topic: Watching people on a busy street
Lovely post Emily.
As you passed me by,
I wondered how your voice sounds,
And whether you snored;
But now that you've disappeared,
I forget what you looked like.
Oops! Forgot to post a topic.
Next topic: Forgetting something important. :lol:
Thank you, Xamonas (do you prefer "Xamonas" or "Chegwe"?). Yours is beautiful.
Creeping sense of dread
The string fell off my finger
Was it ever there?
I'm scanning my memory
I'm gazing at a white wall
Next topic: Finding out you've done something wrong
As we haven't been formally introduced, perhaps it should really be Mr. Chegwé. But I'm not one to stand on ceremony. So Xamonas will serve. Do you prefer miss 655321 by the way? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by emily655321
I entered my name,
To register and talk books;
well, most of my name.
The oversight is acute,
I have no accent, touché!
Climbing a rope ladder.
But Dad, can't you see
The support is unstable
My hands are burning
All the pulling in and down
Isn't worth the going up
mopping up the light
Leaves flicker in breeze
Their shadows like flakes falling
Upon your face. The softness
Of your skin, your voice against
The warm earth, the well-worn bark.
The photographs of Ansel Adams
Black and black and black
The shadow of a mountain
Impressing itself
So clean and sleek and sterile
Postcard from another world
Distruction of a museum
Holding on tightly
To my sense of quiet calm,
Observing beauty,
I step back, The walls breathe life.
Built so, by reverant hearts.
next topic:
a spirited elderly gentlemen
During the tea dance
He jumped around, squashed a cake
and pulled his pants down
Spirited? He was indeed
His blood was half Scottish malt
joypeg
I love my joypeg,
My gentleman's gentleman,
My red wand of love.
A euphemism by some,
other name; but still as coarse!
Sorry blp, it wasn't my idea - I shall spare the blushes of the guilty provocateur - but she knows who she is! I'm afraid we couldn't find out what a "joypeg" really was; and "that" was all I could think of!
Next theme: Unnecessary crudity
Bump!
Base and odious,
That foul verbiage you spew,
Demolishes me.
Young Fledgling, Do you kiss your
Mama with that tactless mouth?
metrosexual
Excellent post Riesa - worth waiting for (and don't worry, I won't tell them who goaded me into spouting that filth in the first place. Your secret is safe with me.)
My feminine side;
I paint it daily but I,
Am not, not, NOT gay!
I'm just of the opinion,
That grooming is important.
Cribvirgins - See post in Gen Lit - unofficial words for definition.
HEY! unfair, unfair!
Don't worry, I'm sure no-one noticed. Now stop making a fuss or they might! ;)
Her charming French self,
Squeezed in to peer over your
Thin Intellectual
Shoulder, seeking Sonnet aid.
She dallies with your genius.
Son art de l'auto-portrait
Français charmant, serré dedans
Au pair au-dessus
De votre épaule intellectuelle
Mince, aide cherchante de Sonnet.
Elle dallies avec votre génie.
Next topic: Psychological Millstone
Now if the french had been in Tanka form too, I would have been impressed! Btw, did you notice how quickly the "little french girl" disappeared as soon as people started using her "native tongue"? Strange that, eh?
I cannot shake it;
This feeling that drags at my,
Heart and at my soul;
Did I really betray you?
Was your anger feigned, or real?
Next topic: Your CD collection.
Unfortunately, Babel Fish doesn't do Tanka. It does sound pretty good in French, though, doesn't it?
Did she? I hadn't noticed.
My music, at times,
Fails to amuse me. Wish I
Had taken the discs
In lieu of the cat when I
Left São Paulo forever.
Next topic:
Being mediocre at something you wished you were great at.
"Who's hurting that cat?"
They shout whenever I sing,
(In truth, try to sing.)
But I sing because I must,
To get what's inside outside.
Next topic: Having to be nice to someone you despise.
The idiot's name:
Socrates, quelle irony.
I've met wiser bumps
On a fallen tree's fungus.
Oh, bloody hell, He's my boss.
Next topic: Favorite teacher/professor
Not to worry. I invented the word without knowing what it meant. Something like a jpeg I'd say. A rude jpeg maybe.Quote:
Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
This Kantian mind
Wandered through the halls and courts
His stride constant, fixed.
Life was like the road, fields,
Skies all seen through a windscreen
Topic: The early death of a genius
Jeff Buckley
His guitar cried pain;
His voice pierced and tore and soared,
Where others dared not.
River-stolen - snatched in prime,
Grace in music lost to us.
Next topic: Secret gluttony.
I feast upon death
In its decay, there is taste.
Bodies are sexual.
When I eat, I devour.
Skin, flesh, consumed. Renewal.
Topic: Killing someone in a slow and painful way
Nice one, Xamonas, I was going to do Charlie Parker if no one else posted soon.
Oooooh, AP has a dark side, scary. I'm busy reassessing my image of Atiguhya.
Head down, eyes pleading;
Hint of acceptance, dying
Inevitable.
The ties that bind, bound tightly.
Blood zipper, drawn and quartered.
ugh.
feel free to give it another go someone.
next topic:
Tsunami.
Sudden wave of death;
Water power magnified,
By earthquake kick-start.
The next flood, compassion's gifts,
After the deluge, the hope.
Next topic: Meusli
Morning divulges
Secrets, florid blushes pale
As light flippantly
Floods the world; To face this day
Requires nourishment: Meusli.
Next topic:
the microwave oven
The Microwave Oven:
Dawn of the moderns,
Symbol of the vapid age;
The glow of your light
Brings charm to many a home
And kids have a welcome meal.
Next:
an ode to science
Science is over
Now we know it does not end
With no common goal
It atomises and then
the atoms break down too
the evening news
Watch the evening news
All those lives of painful change
Somehow make us feel
Lucky. I always prefer
The weather report myself.
Topic: Withholding love
You claim you love me
I'm afraid this is not love
These quiet ordeals
Love as something to vomit
To make you despise yourself
a plastic box
Why put it in that,
Plastic exoskeleton?
Non-degradable!
When the world chokes it's last breath,
It will be our epitaph.
Contradiction.
Changing thought proclaims
Without a recurrent theme,
And that thought is left
To survive with no reserves,
A solitary sample.
A modern epic.
Original work;
Modern world so full of verse.
Intense the reason
For epic domination;
That grand series of insight.
Next topic:
growing older
I feel myself age,
But I don't mind it at all;
I still have my health.
Ouch, my back shouldn't do that!
Nor my knees, nor my neck, nor....
Next topic: Chocolate