Bantering with Octagons

[drown]

I was wondering why I didn't seen you here earlier.

Um... flying penguins and the like.

there was that of course...
edgar saw through
that, you seen?

well.

 

[drown]

when a thread
permeates
so many
of the others

and yet,
they don't know it?

octagons.

she rests...
can you?

 

[News du Jour]

Up

you go.

 

[rubymystic]

down down
a spiral inverted
is it a bird
a hurricane
or
just
my
thoughts

 

[drown]

corporate glee
erected
thousand foot
paeans.

selfselfselfyouself.

tyranical
glee
infested waters.

sleep child.

yo'
mamma's
a'swiftin...

all on nationwide viddy-pimp.

sanskrit caressed
older icons...
forgotten
in the next next storm

side 7.

 

[cymbidia]

Can one plagiarize herself? I like triangles. Their prickly sides always ripple with phosphoresent clouds just before they gracefully expire.

 

[bg23]

oh my goodness.

here's a face that hasn't been around for a while.

a welcome back from someone you've never spoken to.

and, erm...

donkeys eat pepsi bottles because mobile phones cannot tapdance, therefore i am...erm, grasping for straws, can't do this sorry.

 

[sigh]

plagiarize a thought from the left sided superscript
where the donkey flies triangles that fade into octagons

soften the blight
for a likeness is more aghast than I

 

[Veruca_Salt]

Shapes blend into the white
Light is the colour
white is the flavour
To savour.

Dont bend and blight

 

[sigh]

I too am pleased
at the cymbidia sighting

in her wake
glassy aqua flesh crawls like beauty
phosphorescence ripples
warm comfort twists
and all is sweet

 

[sigh]

flavour
colour
savour

so many u's wandering free tonight

must be an aussie in the house

 

[Veruca_Salt]

Always U's the U

its not Underrated
it gives freedom.

 

[Lioness]

U give freedom to a bound heart
add the spice to my coffee before I fart

underrated your intentions
suspicions lie
hard in the dark
overwhelming, cascading

drops of turbulance
here
there
everywhere.

my heart aches
one more shatter
just to scatter.

blankets come from rock
no comfort will be sought.

promised rainbow birds
drop,
drip,
stop.

 

[drown]

tragic louts
populate
random
cul-de-sacs

searching urchin underthings
in dystrophic blasms.

her eyes
ran freely iodine...
to pool
that roachy purply murk;

and she dove in.
and he dove in.
and pulled the pool in
with them.

 

[drown]

so tompkins sent an email;
to all who cared to heed.
of what he failed to dream about
and things he wouldn't read.

he knew a bit of everything
and nothing quite at all...
so no one cared to read him
sometimes no one would call

he'd sit alone in places
where thousands came each day
and wait to be not noticed
and not be asked to play.

and
he loved it.

 

[drown]

transcendant moments
lapped idyl shorelines.

she knew all this.
refused
to hear the songs.

the interior pestilence
here,
corrupted
reason;
eating all that
she denied...

queen emma,
regent of broken bastions,
smiled;
gap-toothed festering breaths...

the corner's monkey,
in mastabatory glee,
cackle-screached.
furiously tugged.
akimbo.
asplay...

her dominion's voice.
onyx clarity.
one world.

 

[Guest]

I never ventured in here
thinking it too intellectual
because - god knows - Dilly is
the king of intellect.
Now I wish I had because
- in a brief visit -
I see it's not imtellectual
at all.

Now
I have to go back
and read the whole thing.


Kicking myself.


OW!​

 

[Dillinger]

*brushing the dust off*

I never ventured
Dare I?
Here?
There?
Everywhere?

Singing sighing songing longing
long
long

Random Play Doh Sacs.

 

[sigh]

dough roll a pie made
apple?
pear?
there?

anklets drooping
bra snap bent
never noticed that badger there
did you?

dust mote in god's eye brings rain

 

[drown]

tropical mesa's
red haired breath...
ever chilled to frothy delight.

she strode
center stage
to take aim;
then blew away
the rotten
leaves.

smoking jacket
smoking jacket

bring this whore
a biscuit.

 

[sigh]

a biscuit, you say?

whore the biscuit in a dripping cunt
gag the beanpole
lie for me

mischief's revenge is a motorcycle's heat
while everyone's favorite octagon simmers
and prickly sides of cymbidian triangles unite
in phosphorescent splendor

 

[rubymystic]

phosphorescent burst
polishes magenta gloss
holding fire within

 

[sigh]

fire within so very cold
shivers melt
tears freeze on cheeks of alabaster

blood trails slowly

 

[rubymystic]

Will not abandon old memory of
alabaster dolls

crying autumn
Familiar faces ashen
rising again in tears

sad October

 

[Debbie]

A second of happiness is a priceless treasure.
Hold that moment in your memory and remember it in troubled times.

Memories only fade if you let them.
Life is like scrapbook. A collection of snapshots.

Smile more often.


A SMILE


It cost nothing, but creates much.


It enriches those who receive, without impoverishing those who give.


It happens in a flash and the memory of it lasts forever.


None are so rich they can get along without it and none so poor but are richer for its benefits.


It creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in a business, and is the countersign of friends.


It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and nature's best antidote for trouble.


Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody till it is given away!


If someone is to tired to give you a smile, leave one of yours.


For, nobody needs a smile so much as those who have none to give.


-----Anonymous