writing live

[butters]

in sun-dappled, reed-shadowed shallows
love hums a solar tune
content
refracting
prismatic

 

[butters]

Nourish my poetic soul
with the words that hurl
fourth from live writes
on the plight of something
the yearning for anything
lust sails and soars
the flames that roar

seek and find a way to say
what you meant
to be interpreted as they will
seek to fill the poetic needs
that take root and bleed out,
in black droplets shaped
by centuries

Ah, those black droplets
crude-thick
blighting the landscape
or bombs dropped at dawn
setting fire to your dreams

 

[Remec]

in sun-dappled, reed-shadowed shallows
love hums a solar tune
content
refracting
prismatic

burst rainbows rain
their seven-hued
splatter upon the
scenery, invoking
wonder and joy
instead of the
sorrow over having
fallen
down

 

[butters]

burst rainbows rain
their seven-hued
splatter upon the
scenery, invoking
wonder and joy
instead of the
sorrow over having
fallen
down

*tastes the rainbows!*


Hello

 

[Remec]

*tastes the rainbows!*


Hello

Hey there...welcome back, btw *HUG*

 

[butters]

Hey there...welcome back, btw *HUG*

Thanks

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Open letter to a bully

I wasn't sure whether to put
this or not before, but perhaps I should
so that you understand
where I am coming from.
I am a Survivor of childhood abuse,
survived yes but it leaves you
with a low self esteem.
I've battled over the years
to hold my head up high
but when someone like you
goes out of their way
to be abusive again it eats me away
bit by bit.
That wall that I have built
starts to crumble.
I don't tell you this looking for sympathy
just understanding
why it has been so hard for me
the last few weeks.
Don't worry I will rebuild my wall,
I know how to build it
I've been doing it all my life.

 

[HarryHill]

Almost noon
Mr. Moggs stumbles home, down the broken cobble stones
takes the tube to Parsloes park and crosses in the dark
past the swans on the lake, a smile upon his whiskered face
for the light that shines into the night, the Missus is awake
waiting for her moggy man to get home soon and safe.

About 10 after

 

[Angeline]

Almost noon
Mr. Moggs stumbles home, down the broken cobble stones
takes the tube to Parsloes park and crosses in the dark
past the swans on the lake, a smile upon his whiskered face
for the light that shines into the night, the Missus is awake
waiting for her moggy man to get home soon and safe.

About 10 after

Great assonance and near rhyme here, Harry.

 

[butters]

Almost noon
Mr. Moggs stumbles home, down the broken cobble stones
takes the tube to Parsloes park and crosses in the dark
past the swans on the lake, a smile upon his whiskered face
for the light that shines into the night, the Missus is awake
waiting for her moggy man to get home soon and safe.

About 10 after

Crazy diamond X

mr moggs. Ha! :-D

'coming home'
feels like long waves of sunlight
across gently breathing water
like the contented curl
of a tail
feather pillows and fresh bread
coffee
and enough room on the sofa
for two

*smiles*

 

[Remec]

He never realized how
much he was missing out
by having merely a
twin bed, but he finally
made the connection when
he noticed how many
hookups began on the
comfy couch in the
living room and wound their
way back to it after a short
visit to the bedroom.

 

[butters]

He never realized how
much he was missing out
by having merely a
twin bed, but he finally
made the connection when
he noticed how many
hookups began on the
comfy couch in the
living room and wound their
way back to it after a short
visit to the bedroom.

there's a reason
couches are pushed so hard
in ads running up to seasonal breaks
with four years no interest
shoes off and buy-me-now come-hither glances
from delighted-looking models
(children sometimes seen but never heard)
...alcohol and sex, honey
never mind the smiling granny
(though ask yourself why she's smiling)
...alcohol hovers in the wings
unseen but inferred
and the till bells ring
and bunnies do what bunnies do

four years down the line
the sofa looks a little jaded
doesn't see so much action
only one seat bears a dent

 

[HarryHill]

(for live) Ah, morning, ragged boy, disheveled hair, missing brush... but there's coffee and the morning mail; a moggy grin from an ill used couch, that should be broken down and stained by life and the remains of years of love making, lust, idle recreation...

Ten and a half
..
Thomas told me about those mirrors
sold for a Crown at the local market
by a gypsy fortune teller
promising that true love was found
within the glass reflection

and a little bit more

 

[butters]

Ten and a half
..
Thomas told me about those mirrors
sold for a Crown at the local market
by a gypsy fortune teller
promising that true love was found
within the glass reflection

and a little bit more

those crazy crazy connections...

doubting thomas
gaze into this crystal ball
sell your mind for a
dubious crown
to wear upon your shaggy brow




*pure play off words, no personal meanings

BUT!!!

guess what i bought on work yesterday...

a crystal ball. So your mention of gypsy/glass? awesome x*

 

[HarryHill]

Earlier
Crystal ball in the boudoir
bright in satin nest
deep inside it's heart reside
writhing reflected images
on a bed of foretold futures
hidden on the north side
not far from travelers rest
Laters

 

[butters]

unexpected return of the net
no zombies
but lordy don't know how long fer
fingers wiggling
brain zooooooming!
a phone's a port in a storm but dayumn
tiddy screens
and this mayn't be a poem
but
i'm damn well emoting

here
have some

 

[Tsotha]

a bundle of words, delivered
thoughts emoted, processed,
returned. a trade, an exchange
quid pro quo
through solvent emotions
mixing, meeting half-way
between planets
in cold void
where strange interference
plays pranks on us all
...

 

[Tsotha]

sneaky violence
makes me miss the loving, truthful
fist to the mouth
and the wise lessons of the
black eye & bloodied lip
você desperta meus instintos
mais primitivos.

 

[Tsotha]

the messenger was shot
despite his best effort
walking a long road
paved with good intentions.
as warm tendrils leave him,
I wonder what message
carried his trembling lips?

 

[Tsotha]

unexpected return of the net
no zombies
but lordy don't know how long fer
fingers wiggling
brain zooooooming!
a phone's a port in a storm but dayumn
tiddy screens
and this mayn't be a poem
but
i'm damn well emoting

here
have some

zoom brain boom
too many zombies
wiggling fingers.
when thoughts crash
an emoting screen
is a port in a storm.
this mayn't be a poem
but damn
this unexpected

 

[butters]

zoom brain boom
too many zombies
wiggling fingers.
when thoughts crash
an emoting screen
is a port in a storm.
this mayn't be a poem
but damn
this unexpected

haha! wonderful

 

[Remec]

unexpected return of the net
no zombies
but lordy don't know how long fer
fingers wiggling
brain zooooooming!
a phone's a port in a storm but dayumn
tiddy screens
and this mayn't be a poem
but
i'm damn well emoting

here
have some

zoom brain boom
too many zombies
wiggling fingers.
when thoughts crash
an emoting screen
is a port in a storm.
this mayn't be a poem
but damn
this unexpected

house is quiet when
I first get in from work,
quiet with the emptiness
of kids and other adults
(actual adults, that is)
gone off to school and work,
as well as the quiet
that comes from the empty
brains of those would-be zombies
who bodily remain
here for much of the day,
although their brains have
long since gone
ZOOM
out to various online venues
And this damn well is
poetry, if only 'cause I say so,
as the writer, and all,
here, have the two best emotes






ps Note, previous emotes not displayed because they put me over the limit

 

[butters]

dancin' nanas!

 

[HarryHill]

What is this talk of Zombies?
and will I ever get a break
from their ceaseless wandering

 

[Tsotha]

What is this talk of Zombies?
and will I ever get a break
from their ceaseless wandering

dead, but still wandering
wiggling fingers, restless
making themselves noticed