pic-a-thon II

smithpeter

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this has been tried before, this time show yourself

a veil

between spirit and whim,
speak softly to machines

they do hear
 

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Neat pic and poem, sp! I'll go through some of my pics and see if I have one of me that I can add a poem to.
 
Hey, Wicked Elf! Like the new AV already. How about framing that a little lower, girl?

:snicker:
 
JUDO said:
Hey, Wicked Elf! Like the new AV already. How about framing that a little lower, girl?

:snicker:
Judo, you look like a real doll!
I cropped it there so I wouldn't be showing all my delicious cleavage. ;)
 
WickedEve said:
Judo, you look like a real doll!
I cropped it there so I wouldn't be showing all my delicious cleavage. ;)


Yep, I'm all dolled up, waiting for my New Year's limo to take me out. That looks like a slinky little number you've got on as well.

All the more reason to see it, babe.

;)
- Judo
 
JUDO said:
Yep, I'm all dolled up, waiting for my New Year's limo to take me out. That looks like a slinky little number you've got on as well.

All the more reason to see it, babe.

;)
- Judo
It's black and see-thru and if I showed my goodies then all you poets would think I was a naughty girl. :eek:
 
WickedEve said:
It's black and see-thru and if I showed my goodies then all you poets would think I was a naughty girl. :eek:

Naughty & nice season has just passed, and in my household, it's kind of reversed, you know?

;)
- Judo
 
anyone looking to buy a used pair of feet?
 

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State Street Bridge


He spoke of tobacco and old oak.
The ground was wet
and we whispered our names to the willows.
We spoke of the bridge
and those who loved beneath it.
I wrote a poem on a paper sack.
“Cottonwood,” he told me,
“that is the name they gave this town.”
Then the cold came.

We lit a careless fire
kindled by my poetry.
He sang a madrigal to the sky.
I wish they hadn’t taken the bridge away.
So we build our own
and we love beneath it.
 

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Don't listen to her, Eve. I love your little, intimate portraits. Make more. Do a hundred of them. I think it would make a really fun little bit of you that people would gladly pay twenty bucks to take home with them.

;)
 
JUDO said:
Don't listen to her, Eve. I love your little, intimate portraits. Make more. Do a hundred of them. I think it would make a really fun little bit of you that people would gladly pay twenty bucks to take home with them.

;)
I want money. I will take pictures of my toes and nose and slap a price tag on it. I want money. :D lol
Honestly, I just realized I'm too full of foolish most of the time. I can't help it. I like it have fun. I'm like a hyper puppy. :eek:
 
RE: Feet for sale

Proof that some poets really are willing to sell there soles. :D

You might get more buyers if you mentioned that you've only walked on the bottoms. :)

I liked unchanged very much. A nice powerful simple, earthy quality to it. The perfect picture for the words.
 
Cordelia said:
State Street Bridge


He spoke of tobacco and old oak.
The ground was wet
and we whispered our names to the willows.
We spoke of the bridge
and those who loved beneath it.
I wrote a poem on a paper sack.
“Cottonwood,” he told me,
“that is the name they gave this town.”
Then the cold came.

We lit a careless fire
kindled by my poetry.
He sang a madrigal to the sky.
I wish they hadn’t taken the bridge away.
So we build our own
and we love beneath it.
Excellent poem! :)
 
JUDO said:
These really work well -- encouraging, encouraging!

;)
Inside out...
 

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Where have you been hiding this stuff? My guess is SP had already seen it and hence, started this thread. Encore.

;)
 
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