Dark Muse, that was indeed a complete throwaway bit. At that point I wasn't really interested in finishing it off in style, to be honest.
Congrats, Pendragon - although surely you meant poplar, not popular
Dark Muse, that was indeed a complete throwaway bit. At that point I wasn't really interested in finishing it off in style, to be honest.
Congrats, Pendragon - although surely you meant poplar, not popular
I always forget about that spelling! We call them Tulip Trees sometimes here in the South...
And that is your next assignment: The South (USA)
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Down below where it is warmer,
Not so far you roast in hell,
There’s a land that’s labelled “southern”
Pretty as a feisty belle
Where the ladies when they’re talking
Wiggling hips like French girls walking
Trap you with a Cajun spell,
Make you reason: might as well.
Pecan rolls could not get sweeter.
Just a nibble spins your head.
Chili without beans as filler,
Salsa spiked. Your mouth goes red.
Forests, deserts, gators, peaches,
Beauties in bikinis, beaches,
Men with laughter, sure but well-bred,
Stars so every dream is well-fed.
Last edited by YesNo; 10-08-2015 at 08:56 AM.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
deep south
reaves about
not one can
see
but the narth
warmth could the reason
for that
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
maybe it's about Lil' Blanche
running up the dusty lane
in her white frill dress,
magnolia bopping in her hair;
maybe it's about
the mossy live oaks
stretching gnarly fingers
over the neat lawn;
in my dreams, however,
it's about that month of
humid afternoons
and about the wind
whistling
'I wish…'
'I was…'
'I wish…'
Last edited by DieterM; 10-15-2015 at 10:19 AM.
"Im Arm der Liebe schliefen wir selig ein…" ("Liebesode" - Otto Erich Hartleben)
New poetry collection available (Kindle and paperback)
Where the Magnolia Blooms
bayou cajun gators
creole about - on a
tobacco spit road some
hot mississippi nights
thick as june bugs searchin'
for peaches - 'neath pecan
skies where the magnolia
blooms amidst charnal light
10/10/2015 r.10/13/2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Last edited by tailor STATELY; 10-13-2015 at 07:50 PM. Reason: no "late"; add - before 'neath; ambiguous re:flight:>light
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
A short poem by some Brit who has no idea of what the South is like
apart from what he picked up from The Dukes of Hazard.
(at least they still have Dukes down there, what!)
Daisy Duke,
Reb's an Ol' glory,
Y'all come back
Y'hear !
Last edited by prendrelemick; 10-15-2015 at 07:37 AM.
ay up
Anyone else? I will post a winner Sunday!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Hold on...here you go:Originally Posted by Pendragon
Another sultry dawn in Oxford,
Maribelle leans to butter Faulkner’s grits.
A dogwood blossom falls,
from her bouffant do.
White petals glide on his chicory.
“Another a warm up hun?”
Last edited by Gilliatt Gurgle; 10-17-2015 at 02:51 PM.
Let's see here: Chicago, London, Paris, California?, Yorkshire, Texas
Y'all done seen too many movies about Southern people!
Taylor, you win! Congrats to all y'all!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
ah haha thanks Pendragon
congratulations Taylor
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Thanks!
I tried to channel a Billie Holiday song from a poem chronicling a terrible Southern past event(s), but couldn't quite pull it off in my estimation during the process; so deviated a bit. (lol) In my defense re: being a California-ite, I have been to the South a 'few' times and enjoy Southern fried chicken beyond the norm.
New topic: (In honor of our friends across the pond)... Paris
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Perhaps the breathing’s better there
Not where I am, but since I’m here
I’ll tell myself that I don’t care
And then enjoy whatever’s near.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Deadline November 10th midnight PDT.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
paris
the eiffel tower
is laddish
to climb it
is to preach
a view
from any angle is
worth a sample
without it
you are humble
unknown to handle
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
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