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[butters]

giblet?

 

[butters]

Sometimes I feel suspended
in a giblet of my own creation
swinging in fly blown winds
created by my hasty words
a warning on the road to paradise
traveler beware.

rollercoaster
we were warned
i think i lost my hat
just don't let go my hand

 

[HarryHill]

Untimed:

Another brace of tickets
Popcorn? a pennant to test the wind
then once more round the circuit
merry attendant will send again
I seen a bow n arrow leaning next his bin
n if he had wings I'm sure
that cupid runs the show

 

[butters]

Another brace of tickets
Popcorn? a pennant to test the wind
then once more round the circuit
merry attendant will send again
I seen a bow n arrow leaning next his bin
n if he had wings I'm sure
that cupid runs the show

popcorn on a 'coaster
sounds a bad idea
switchbacks make me
catch my breath
freeze smiles
tears
on face
heart's an incendiary device
threatening to
boom!
i'm in need of an explosives expert
controlled detonation

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Snide comments of pure venom
painted as green as your envy,
I'm sure you think they shine with wit
when in reality they reveal the horrid truth;
you're not getting any, never will again
and your balls have boiled over.

 

[butters]

Snide comments of pure venom
painted as green as your envy,
I'm sure you think they shine with wit
when in reality they reveal the horrid truth;
you're not getting any, never will again
and your balls have boiled over.

the visuals, the visuals!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

the visuals, the visuals!

your eye looks aghast!

 

[butters]

your eye looks aghast!

aghast, she says
as well she might
for bubbling balls
no dear delight
when framed within
that context, clear;
a scroted fricasee, i fear!

 

[twelveoone]

begin: |12.01|

is this a cue?

"suspend me in your colours" he said
but what if i were to tell you
falling into the blue is to lose yourself
dissolution?
what if i were to say
"white's too blinding,
a blindfold on a rainy day
when all soft-plumage pinks and greys
hold ripples like the thoughts within my hands..."
or
"green feeds me
i can taste it, new-cut grass my catnip"
?
what if i told you
"flamenco reds and lava-glows
drive me wild and
edged with golds
fan like flames that lace a darkened bough"?
yellows are for flowers and sun-dresses
but give me shades of lavender and rose, lilacs and dog-violet -
these make my inner self smile

the black
well
the black can be too softly welcome
maybe that's what comes after
falling into the blue


end |12.13|

Whatever did happen to Donovan Leitch BTW?

I dreamed of a sleepy yesterday of crinoline and parasol, walrus and griffin, ...
and lava lamps aglow and thought I was back in Scotland
not fucking Idaho

too many colours that seem to all be doing what they are color-coded to do

I just my Doctorate from the Ezra Pound school of blue penciling and thought I'd test it out, sorry butters

when all soft-plumage pinks and greys
hold ripples like the thoughts within my hands..."
and this is a brain

 

[butters]

is this a cue?

Whatever did happen to Donovan Leitch BTW?

I dreamed of a sleepy yesterday of crinoline and parasol, walrus and griffin, ...
and lava lamps aglow and thought I was back in Scotland
not fucking Idaho

too many colours that seem to all be doing what they are color-coded to do

I just my Doctorate from the Ezra Pound school of blue penciling and thought I'd test it out, sorry butters

when all soft-plumage pinks and greys
hold ripples like the thoughts within my hands..."
and this is a brain

no, but this was http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=50722229&postcount=1520

you're right, too many colours. it was indulgent.

and yes, the rippled, pinkly grey-wet softness of thought, or brain (visions of Oods cupping their unprotected brains in their hands) crossed with water cupped in hands - the water rippling with the pulse running through the flesh of the thinking human, the colours of soft sky and flesh as seen through water, light oddly bent . . . stuff like that. *shrugs* ripples.


donovan leitch? i thought about him till he disappeared.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

aghast, she says
as well she might
for bubbling balls
no dear delight
when framed within
that context, clear;
a scroted fricasee, i fear!

*applause*

 

[butters]

Annie, hope the sun's shinin' for you
Hope the air's as sweet as a draught of wine
Hope the birds are singin', to keep you company
Descants together...
Put away your cookin' pot
No point in gettin' all steamed up for nought
Them balls ain't gonna make good eatin'
Whosever's they is

 

[HarryHill]

popcorn on a 'coaster
sounds a bad idea
switchbacks make me
catch my breath
freeze smiles
tears
on face
heart's an incendiary device
threatening to
boom!
i'm in need of an explosives expert
controlled detonation

..
7:36
Sounds depressing those words you're expressing
inch near, peer into the nest of wires and switches
determining which is most likely to detonate
your device rife with combustibles
protected by collapsible circuits to rend the hand I send
into your delicate clockwork
searching for that Mercury switch
wondering if you can be defused
or if I should just let you...
*click* blow.
7:54

 

[butters]

..
7:36
Sounds depressing those words you're expressing
inch near, peer into the nest of wires and switches
determining which is most likely to detonate
your device rife with combustibles
protected by collapsible circuits to rend the hand I send
into your delicate clockwork
searching for that Mercury switch
wondering if you can be defused
or if I should just let you...
*click* blow.
7:54

love it!

 

[HarryHill]

6:26
Head in the clouds, a cliché they say
but how else to describe misty daydreams
that play throughout every waking hour
in wide screen Technicolor bliss.

Head in the clouds that spin about
carrying the scent of her smile,
whisper of words soft-spoken
a breath on cheek, a kiss
and the ground is just a memory
from some long ago time
when you were earth bound
one foot following another
on beaten paths long trod

Head in the clouds, I'm blind
can't see where I'm going
but she's leading me away
and I'm following closely,
mostly going by feel
as she walks
straight
to bed
covers me in wispy sheets
a new place to lay my head.
7:09

 

[HarryHill]

6:13
Cover me in a shroud of long dead poets
let their hands drift beneath the sheets
whiteout conditions canceled
someone hits the flippin switch
and all is left in twilight
not knowing which disembodied hand
holds your privates
6:22

 

[butters]

6:13
Cover me in a shroud of long dead poets
let their hands drift beneath the sheets
whiteout conditions canceled
someone hits the flippin switch
and all is left in twilight
not knowing which disembodied hand
holds your privates
6:22

not even going to try to reply to this, i don't have the words. i think this is so good!

 

[butters]

03:34

there's a humming in my ears that's
more than tiredness
a thrumming in my blood that's
more than sound
and eyelids fight the night but know
it's close to when i'll have to go
or else have qwerty imprints on my face all-come the dawn

not a poem, i know, just a thing

03:38

 

[HarryHill]

just a moment ago:
Golden fish in a silver pond
and above is laid upon
the surface water lilied
and if by chance you' drop your hook
fish are gathered by your gillie
..
all done now:

 

[HarryHill]

03:34

there's a humming in my ears that's
more than tiredness
a thrumming in my blood that's
more than sound
and eyelids fight the night but know
it's close to when i'll have to go
or else have qwerty imprints on my face all-come the dawn

not a poem, i know, just a thing

03:38

..
Missed this, qwerty imprints, nice

 

[butters]

in a message to a friend
she spoke of shaking raindrops from their eyes
imagines him reading that, bemused
and wondering just quite how he should reply

answer: with a smile!

 

[butters]

gah, feeling a bit hungry for dinner now

\|17:04|

sometimes she feels just like a big bowl of chili
his own secret recipe, brought on a treat,
spiced warm enough to make him open his coat
full of this and that, colourful flavours he can
wrap his hands around to banish the chill
leave simmering on the stove, gently bubbling
growing only richer for the wait
till he serves a rich measure of her up
dips his hunk of bread
wipes his lips,
dips again...


/|17:09|

 

[HarryHill]

\|17:04|

sometimes she feels just like a big bowl of chili
his own secret recipe, brought on a treat,
spiced warm enough to make him open his coat
full of this and that, colourful flavours he can
wrap his hands around to banish the chill
leave simmering on the stove, gently bubbling
growing only richer for the wait
till he serves a rich measure of her up
dips his hunk of bread
wipes his lips,
dips again...


/|17:05|

Metaphorotic, Damn, I'm hungry again.

 

[butters]

Metaphorotic, Damn, I'm hungry again.

what can i say? your chili's inspirational

 

[HarryHill]

what can i say? your chili's inspirational

you quoted before I had the chance to change my spelling
Save that one for sure