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[HarryHill]

Muzzeflash from a BFG

The fighting's been going on for years,
attrition rate high from cheating or beers;
the incessant squabbling over thorium,
to keep the war gears turning.
Elevation!

Craters on the landscape, destroyed bases
casualties gleaned from all creeds, races,
whose craven deeds preordained their demise
to quit these vicinities or abide by the rules,
take up farming behind rage shattered walls.
Load!

And those that aspire to the summit,
survive all manner of life threating tumult,
build armies to crush back the foe,
or walls higher and thicker, guns pushed to the fore
to stay other pretenders from breaching the door.
Fire!

As the thunder rolls over this land that they've claimed,
while smoke drifts deep among the dead and the maimed
way on the horizon as bright as the sun, someone
firing a shot from a big fucking gun
Incoming!

 

[butters]

damn - explosive!

not exactly your big friendly giant, is it?

 

[butters]

..
You have to sub this one.....

ok, i did.

 

[HarryHill]

Oh how they spin, in the small hours,
words flying within like showers of birds
sleep will not come 'til their voices are heard
and Morpheus arrives to take charge,
limes the branches of my weary soul,
traps a few to hold 'til the dawn
..
a large bowl with a handle, thumb held and palm
flakes, milk, serving spoon, barefoot boy in the dawn
walking the dew of last nights fresh cut lawn
picking blueberries, cold breakfast, warm morn
..
Annie's got an emoticon fetish
I saw it just today, posted on a fb page

guess she's spent too long in Farmville'
lettuce pray

 

[butters]

Oh how they spin, in the small hours,
words flying within like showers of birds
sleep will not come 'til their voices are heard
and Morpheus arrives to take charge,
limes the branches of my weary soul,
traps a few to hold 'til the dawn
..
a large bowl with a handle, thumb held and palm
flakes, milk, serving spoon, barefoot boy in the dawn
walking the dew of last nights fresh cut lawn
picking blueberries, cold breakfast, warm morn
..
Annie's got an emoticon fetish
I saw it just today, posted on a fb page

guess she's spent too long in Farmville'
lettuce pray

wonderful line!



*groans and smiles at the same time*

 

[Tsotha]

drop it, cut it
can it, throw into the trash
(this entire line, GONE)
better yet, write it down and burn it
proceed to drop yourself
on your head, cut your fingers off
can them, throw them away
burn those little stumps
sanitize

 

[butters]

drop it, cut it
can it, throw into the trash
(this entire line, GONE)
better yet, write it down and burn it
proceed to drop yourself
on your head, cut your fingers off
can them, throw them away
burn those little stumps
sanitize

so expressive! *looks at fingers... imagines stumps... mind-stumps...*

 

[butters]

oxygen not included

long, rainy morning
head thick with dirty heavy clouds
somewhere there's a bird
its voice calls like drenched plumage
sleep's river is never far away
its tidal draw whispers without lips
pulls thoughts into swift currents
carries them down
to the dark

 

[butters]

last night i wanted to write a line
something about the slow grey wave
warm as rainwater held in hot tarmac shallows
its oily sheen
its turgid movement
wanted to write me stood on a littered beach
write it rolling in and on and over
escape never an option
never sought
and when the wave receded
all the sand lay bare
but instead it seems i slipped beneath
waves of a different ilk

 

[Tsotha]

so expressive! *looks at fingers... imagines stumps... mind-stumps...*

I think I was angry about something yesterday. Now I'm just glad I did 't go on to rant about finger painting. No, wait, I just remembered.

 

[HarryHill]

Yo smithpeter, that's right, I've been in the wine
my mind red as the tipple, hurrah for shiraz
and a poor boy takes another drink,
eats ice cream, examines the finish with another sip.
feels the dull settle in the forebrain
psychic shield against the world, très chic defeat
he aint got no style, just like the Fay,
becomes invisible in doorways and any room
where the why and wherefores' are discussed...
at length(.)

So, a recap might be germane
bin the obvious rhyme because rust must settle
iron hinges to a cheery squeak even in the best of us
held long in salt water and craving the sweet

Slow going, smithpeter, forgive me while I wander,
maundering on airports and homecomings,
red tears of rust unseen by humans,
and only you, old friend, able to see with an Oldman's eyes(.)

 

[butters]

the boy got style....


bin the obvious rhyme because the rust must settle

 

[HarryHill]

the boy got style....


bin the obvious rhyme because the rust must settle

Like ten gallons of water in a burlap sack

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[Tsotha]

pluck open and drill
such a thrill!
bore,
bore
(bored?)
(bourne smeared?)
spear to the core
bung the hole!
and suprise
dam-dam-DOM!
-mesticate all the little animals in the jungle
twinkle, twinkle, little star
we'll have punch and brownies
we'll set traps, go on a hunt
all night long,
party on, baby!
yeah!
it'll be a blast!
just you,
and me
and a million shards
it's dynamite!

 

[greenmountaineer]

Good Night, Irene, Good Night

How goes it with
the Mrs., Smitty?
Life colder than
a witch's tit?

Why then is it
there by Irene
I see four dog-eared
King James Bibles?

Heading for your
downstairs bathroom
for a pseudo-
wifey visit?

Webcam's tracking;
Smitty's wacking
but she's only
blown the circuit.

Good night, Irene, Good night.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PItSzsBFNws ,

 

[butters]

come, magicians,
dream with me...
embark on adventures!

ride the steel dragon
sooty breath sparking the night

face into the wind in the topmost sails
fists and feet fast in the rigging

blow your own trumpets
notes streaming from the parapets

pace the dolphins with a flick of spangled tail
sea-weed locks dancing in the waves

shout sesame!, unfurl the persian carpet
talk with the animals and cross the snowy peaks

dreamers and believers all
write your magic dreams for me

 

[HarryHill]

come, magicians,
dream with me...
embark on adventures!

ride the steel dragon
sooty breath sparking the night

face into the wind in the topmost sails
fists and feet fast in the rigging

blow your own trumpets
notes streaming from the parapets

pace the dolphins with a flick of spangled tail
sea-weed locks dancing in the waves

shout sesame!, unfurl the persian carpet
talk with the animals and cross the snowy peaks

dreamers and believers all
write your magic dreams for me

..
You should get out more often
wander St. Kathryn's quay
caress the foot of a black lion
guarding Egypt's praise
obeisance and tribute sent
in a Queen's colonial days
Nelson smiles from a pedestal
hail Britannia

 

[butters]

..
You should get out more often
wander St. Kathryn's quay
caress the foot of a black lion
guarding Egypt's praise
obeisance and tribute sent
in a Queen's colonial days
Nelson smiles from a pedestal
hail Britannia

i sipped vodka amidst the hanging gardens of babylon, dickensian style
saw ancient skylines pierced by old turrets and new shards
a steel-plate warship dressed in naval grey whispering to the bankside
exposed stone, green meeting darkly stirring waters, tide full out
restless, busy gulls, bobbing between bright red power dinghies
i saw a sky straight from a storybook
the unseen dragon's breath rumbling overhead
waiting for planes....

 

[HarryHill]

i sipped vodka amidst the hanging gardens of babylon, dickensian style
saw ancient skylines pierced by old turrets and new shards
a steel-plate warship dressed in naval grey whispering to the bankside
exposed stone, green meeting darkly stirring waters, tide full out
restless, busy gulls, bobbing between bright red power dinghies
i saw a sky straight from a storybook
the unseen dragon's breath rumbling overhead
waiting for planes....

I'd bet,
the Thames is glorious in moonlight
hemmed in by the old and new
but never so lovely as you my pet
searching the eastern sky

 

[Remec]

I'd bet,
the Thames is glorious in moonlight
hemmed in by the old and new
but never so lovely as you my pet
searching the eastern sky

The water reflects and refracts the
glow of ferris wheel and other
tourist traps, mixing and mingling
the electric light with the soft
colour of the setting sun, but not
approaching the radiance so
inherent in the look of lovers,
even--especially?--separated ones

 

[butters]

The water reflects and refracts the
glow of ferris wheel and other
tourist traps, mixing and mingling
the electric light with the soft
colour of the setting sun, but not
approaching the radiance so
inherent in the look of lovers,
even--especially?--separated ones

sun was in his eyes

 

[Remec]

sun was in his eyes

I imagine it was certainly something bright and blinding in its beauty.

 

[butters]

I'd bet,
the Thames is glorious in moonlight
hemmed in by the old and new
but never so lovely as you my pet
searching the eastern sky

later in the year
when the lazy sun has hurried to its bed
i'll ride the 'lectric dragon westward ho
set down by the slipway licked by sullen swells
look across the spangled river
dreaming you next to me
holding hands
wondering if the stars will fall as white flakes
to hiss as they kiss black water

 

[butters]

I imagine it was certainly something bright and blinding in its beauty.

hark at you! *hands you a cracker to go with that cheese ... shakes head, laughing*