all of a sudden passion suddenly

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vBulletin me

hello, goodnight
I hope I made some sense
this time

I never speak
with words alone outside
but all of me
can shine this mind

my portable show case
home page draped with
a muscle web so intricate
the repertoire most infinite

a fine tuned
intuitive device
reduced to 354
yellow bytes
that says "I smile"

yeah, bloody right
but I have 354 smiles
and a tone of voice
quite versatile

and here we sit
in 15 to 21 inches
of CRT TFT HDTV
trying to make sense
of spurious thoughts
a thousand miles away

robbed of timbre
stripped of stance

left with nothing
but a maybe merry dot
and too easily
intepreting minds

a transfer protocol nullified
and we are less than blind

so hello, goodnight
I hope you are alright

sometimes it seems
I find myself
zoned off to wonder

if every :) and :( alike
is you who laugh or maybe cries

and not a Turing script denied
that basic human right

:rose:
 
bethany
had wire rim glasses
and played
steel guitar
on her lap-
short hair
and a boyish smile,
nebraska
all over her face
and she said
you gotta hear
this.

train song
crackling,
shiny
wheels
when
we talk.

then she
gave me
a
kiss.

and the river
will
remain.
 
Hidalgo

Viggo Mortensen
rode a painted pony
‘cross the burning screen
In the end
he didn’t have to shoot the horse
but he couldn’t have the girl.

A man ain’t nothing without his gun.

Cue the dancing Lakota ghosts.
 
Street Party

On the streets of Port au Prince
Aristide has flown away
les Maudites they all smilin’.

Nothing like a bit o’ blood
running down the streets
to get a nation dancin’.
 
Re: Hidalgo

darkmaas said:
Viggo Mortensen
rode a painted pony
‘cross the burning screen
In the end
he didn’t have to shoot the horse
but he couldn’t have the girl.

A man ain’t nothing without his gun.

Cue the dancing Lakota ghosts.

from Colorado into the Wyoming
rumblelands
grass dances
in that
prairie
wind.
 
from Colorado into the Wyoming
rumblelands
grass dances
in that
prairie
wind.


grin dusky Wyoming
rhymes with gloaming

grass dancing

let's wind up some prairie
just for the fun
of seeing them
doggies run.
 
darkmaas said:
grin dusky Wyoming
rhymes with gloaming

grass dancing

let's wind up some prairie
just for the fun
of seeing them
doggies run.

buffalo ghosts
chasing us prairie
dogs back
in our
holes.

(nice to see you DM)

:)
 
Tristesse said:
Joisey goil meets The Clampetts


Brooklyn breeze and nekkid knees
Texas tea and Grannie
Taxis here have saddles on
blisters on ur fannie.

wide horizons no high rise
tumble weed and grit
brutal sun and endless skies
mount ur horse n' git!

:rose:



(put me out of my misery now!)



*big smile*

passion has many forms
wheels ramble on gravel
uplifts and hillsides
open terrain
smiles and clatter
doggies run free
then so should we.

:rose:
 
Dust
abrades skin
and thoughts of you

Thoughts
echo with the wind
and distant bird cries

Distance
stretches out on that flat horizon
as far as you are from me

Coyote
calls echo haunting
as your voice inside my heart

Footsteps
along the prairie path
lead me away from you
 
dizzy hand
drives home
balsam fir
and cedars
climber trees
lower limbs
like ladders
to
up.

clang
goes
boot
music

gong
goes the
hour.


:heart:
 
no cap or gown
or hospital band

cards flowers
prayer song

row in the hallmark store

no gift of jewerly
nor candy

pomp
circumstance
white gowns
casseroles

no fruit baskets
flowers on caskets

my youngest
my baby

called me Mom

put Mommy away
with nursing bras
and wash and wear only

a Mom is born
did anyone notice?

:heart:
 
altitude, high

come giddy up that mountain
'86 cressida runnin' on low O2
barely at a crawlin' climb
need more horse in the power...

holdin' my breath
savin' it for the engine
think I can?
not working for us

might as well set up camp-
here is as good a place
as where we were going anyway

and poor old grey
may see a better day
tomorrow
with a little rest
new tank of high test
cooler empty of brew and ice

not sure what will happen next
 
Lurking passion
Hides
Beneath simplistic dress
Exposed briefly
Leaving others
Wondering
What they really saw

Luscious curves
Lined by translucence
Lace
And shadow
Define the moment
In time
Timeless

The moment curves
A hand
Around almost exposed
Torture
To the eyes
That can’t see
More

Decadence
Upon my tongue
Lets me taste
Forbidden fruit
Hidden flesh
Escaping thought
 
lifting arms to let fall
liltingly luxurious
as softened silk slides
and settles serene
mounting mystical meanderings
moaning inward your name
coaxing crooks and curves
to whisper wintered wetness
on a warming day
dripping dampness
with humidity
hoping this days
hues humbled
heart hits home
with happiness
teasing, taunting
tampering to tame
one so officiated
as you

ok, so i can tease :D :heart: :rose:
 
name the animals
long time ago
buffalo
kitty cats
distant
howl
of train wheel prattle

cant choose the wind
but wool sweater
winds
around my
chest...

cold around the edges
warm in here.
 
yes we might long now
when icicles snap
and mere air bites
at our defensive skin

yes we might wish
for four months away
without remembering
eight months ago

swatting mosquitoes
kicking up dust
and the rain of rays
shining drought

from an unclear blue
sickenly sticky
Kelvin dense coating
of yellowish hue

watching mechanics
the tickle of life
slow to syrupy flow
under stubborn glow

and yes how we longed
for a clear breath
white powdered hills
like in our memories

of childhood ease
warmth and chill alike
in moderate balance
that never really was

or still is sometimes
in any turn of season
if we filter the dips
and cherish the peaks
 
pedal steel
howls,
daydreamer's
caliope and a
ferris
wheel
wind.

Granite
gives
way
to pine
straw
beds,

narrow
slabs
of earth,
and up bust
the trees.
 
she dabbles in hope, being a dreamer
logical directions, outwards and up
away from paint dripping from thoughts
her mind was never a clean place to play

do me a favor, she begged of Odin
take me close to your tomorrow
let me see inside that long narrow house
of old-tyme poet's fear and fame

line it up good with tafetta cloth
and a photo of my mama and favorite dog
but you can bury that box without me,
stand back and watch this ragged life go
~~outwards and up~~
some freedoms are found in flames
and my dear master, Thor

you've always been my funeral pyre,
in one sick way, maybe many moore
 
On safari with she-noodles

So I was chatting nice
it was just the other day
with two young sweet poets
nubiles both they say

we spoke of rhyme and reason
and whether it can be said
that axe wielding murderers
be thought of as well read

Then I was informed
after all the talk of gore
if it’s longer than it’s wide
it’s a phallic metaphor

I thought of Jachin and Boas
envisioned Eiffel’s mighty tower
considered the real genesis
of Eden’s serpent’s power

my fingers flew across the keys
prurient imagery unwind
but they were having none of this
it was a giraffe they had in mind




:nana: :nana: :nana:
 
when I'm stressed and pressed for time
it soothes my soul to write a rhyme

counting beats with focused care
meter matters -- solace there!

sometimes when I'm down or blue
silly rhymes are useful too

there's therapy in forcing verbs
(like sipping tea with ancient herbs)

each mangled dangled yoda-line
like finely stomped poetic wine

oft times it's these rhyming posts
that save my brain from total toast
 
phew...

in the twilight like this
when sixteen hours
became a swift kiss
stretched too thin
to be nothing
but a ghost
of the real thing

finally we sit
excited, exhausted
experienced loiters
for once deserving
the big calm

soothing breathers
kickback satsfaction
of a job well done
 
4 AM psychosis

please,
the pretty kind,
with sugar on top,
just let me dammit sleep

I've lived on breath
and jasmine tea

since eight o'clock
the hours tore
through me

and all I want to do
is space the day
compress the quick stop
in dreamland and roam free

...

and I woke uo
20 minures later
staring a the screen
not comprehending
a single dot

yaaaawn
 
i forget why here
it must be the wide mouth
deep pearlys
dark throat with short skirts
the flavor directly above
flesh puckered
said over nd over again

Lany in a trailor with sun outside
has lots of yard for tan and tease
the workers, young courteous men
mabey too polite
wants that guy falling, oops
tool belt and apologies spill and bleed
he's got tools rechargable
 
Waterfront

Waterfront

smoke swirls up
into squinting eyes
stench of fish at his feet

bitter competitior
glares silently
no fish today

fog thickly grips
a quarter mile out
sun eating edges slowly

pretty child on bench
wide eyes watch
bike wheels roll by

I smile at
blank faces
and speak to their dogs

chill breeze bites
my cheeks pink
bright sun burns

couple holds hands
stiffly, try to force
dying love

sparkling water
dances for me
alone
 
frost heave
clanks,
wakes
me to
Ogalala poem,

radio voice
reads-
black braid
walking in
dingy hotel

I'll carry the bags,
icechest.
Navajo turquoise
like a sunrise
on your back.

Lassen county-
volcano country
Nevada crows off
in the horizon

Link View
room 11
3 fairways over
tight red pants
dew
I'll carry the bags.
 
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