A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

I was nearly naked outside today. We got caught in the rain out in the midst of nowhere (the north-east shore of our lake) where we'd taken the dogs for a swim. I'll take a photo next time we go out there and you'll see what I mean...

My other reason for popping in to the bar was to thank you, trixafk, for the nice comment on my poem "glutton". Have a good night.

But did you dance? :)

And you're very welcome.
 
Hell. You're up in the UK and I still haven't slept. This is going to be one of those days.
 
How do you know how the weather is here? :eek: Oh, wait, you're talking about yours. Isn't that how it always is in the UK, though? I wish I had your weather. :)

Yes, coffee. *pouring myself some* Thanks. I am well. You?
 
How do you know how the weather is here? :eek: Oh, wait, you're talking about yours. Isn't that how it always is in the UK, though? I wish I had your weather. :)

Yes, coffee. *pouring myself some* Thanks. I am well. You?

:rolleyes: oh no, the weather can be quite lovely - when H visited it was on its very best behaviour! all sunny blue skies, gentle breezes, not scorching but wonderful. of course, often it's the pits so we were really very lucky. being baked alive out there still? :rose:

i'm good, thanks :) apart from working tomorrow i'm off all week - the gardens resemble jungles and i have the will AND time to tackle them back into line.
 
It's cold and blowy with rain in the air, here. At least, for now. It seems we're not allowed a decent winter anymore on the opposite pole.

I recently went into the backyard and managed to get the plant growth under control. Next step: to concrete every green area within five miles of my home and spray it with anti-insect poison. Sigh. If only I could.
 
It's cold and blowy with rain in the air, here. At least, for now. It seems we're not allowed a decent winter anymore on the opposite pole.

I recently went into the backyard and managed to get the plant growth under control. Next step: to concrete every green area within five miles of my home and spray it with anti-insect poison. Sigh. If only I could.

oh, lol, you do have it bad :rose: fighting against the green is a war you'll never win,lol

are you on holiday at the moment?
 
Challenge accepted. :cool:



No — I should be at work in 3 hours. Even if I get there, I won't be able to think, so I foresee spending the day looking blankly at the screen.

hahaha i shall nickname you donnyQ, though your windmills be trees and your mount a mower :rose:

ew. not good. why you no sleeps, man?
 
I was fighting the good fight against something completely irrelevant. Also, insomnia. Ok, I'll close my eyes here and pretend I am sleeping. Night, butters.
 
Got some Mickey Finns? It seems there's insomnia going round.

Oh, and Butters, with your apparently fondness for puns and fantasy/sci-fi, have you had the pleasure of reading Spider Robinson? I think his Callahan series might be to your liking.
 
Got some Mickey Finns? It seems there's insomnia going round.

Oh, and Butters, with your apparently fondness for puns and fantasy/sci-fi, have you had the pleasure of reading Spider Robinson? I think his Callahan series might be to your liking.
no, not had the pleasure. i think i need to become hydra for all the books i need to read :eek:
^^

Like a bombardier ?

I can see it will be morning Tsotha ( think sleep Harry, sleep!

I'z fine how'z youz?
oh! i gettit! :cool:

why are you awake, H? :eek:
morning xxxxxxxxx
 
a poet walked into a bar
a novelist walked into a guardrail
a propagandist walked into a brick wall
Frida Kahlo was run-through by an iron handrail
my stepfather hammered a nail through his left thumb
i almost rode my bicycle into a speeding train
(my mother manged to drive into a train)
of all these impacts, i think i'd prefer...
a poet walking into a bar
if she deserves it

set'em up
on me
 
Mum's the word
the word that I heard
sweeter than any other
that I can think to say
for all of mine are bitter
brine for the regrets that
I can't make palatable
no matter how many times
I taste them


Hmm, think I need a drink
something with some cheer
 
no regrets
I tried entertaining regrets
alas, I failed
not that life is not regrettable
nor behavior not reprehensible
but
what was there to regret, really?
numerous fuckups, of course
but they produced the current 'me'
who is in a very good place
funny
everything I should regret
has turned out well
no regrets

pass the sarsaparilla
let's drink to fate
 
I don't regret the mistakes i've made when i thought i was making the proper choice
I regret the choices i made when i knew they were wrong, and did it anyway.
 
Mum's the word
the word that I heard
sweeter than any other
that I can think to say
for all of mine are bitter
brine for the regrets that
I can't make palatable
no matter how many times
I taste them


Hmm, think I need a drink
something with some cheer

Now there you see the lack of punctuation makes me wonder is that meant to be 'mine are bitter brine' or 'mine are bitter' because without a comma you have made the end of a line a pausing place.
 
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