Bantering with Octagons

[rubymystic]

"i offer you a glib nothing
instead,
honestly
with..."


...a sweet viscous fluid
cacophony in silence

shaking the paperweight ...
await another snowstorm

The Earth's reflection
another sigh

 

[sigh]

ruby
tuesday

find the elegant safari
buffalo and the like
trains and porters
three-inch heels

stockings to mid thigh
garters flash
beneath a
too-short
too-tight
skirt

will she eat me?


(I'm only five foot tall, after all)

 

[drown]

such a vision, two
above;

above
above the knee.

the weight of paper
alone,
not two.

an angry promise kept
that blossoms into..

mortal found-bliss.

they'd found a deep spellunk-able void.
found?
hell!
t'was their realm...

'you're soaking in it...', blurbed madge.

spellunking,
post by painful post.​

octopi.

octogenarian octets
oscillating
occasionally...

o cay?

 

[sigh]

o cay

ice and wind
rattling
ratting

the gerbil did not drown

 

[Byron In Exile]

such a vision, two
above;

above
above the knee.

the weight of paper
alone,
not two.

an angry promise kept
that blossoms into..

mortal found-bliss.

they'd found a deep spellunk-able void.
found?
hell!
t'was their realm...

'you're soaking in it...', blurbed madge.

spellunking,
post by painful post.​

I hope you're writing this all down somewhere for a book that will eventually be published.

Write everything down in manuscript, and then declare you want it all burned at your death.

That's what Emily did, and her sister saved it all.

The real jems emerge later, when people have had time to read and think.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Drown, I'm probably posting here because it's the place you're most likely to see it. I'm tied to the old forms. Rhyme and meter. You've mastered the new ones. Your poetry is brilliant. I just wish more people could appreciate it. You understand "being online" -- you should leverage that.

I hope all will excuse me for being serious in a bantering thread.

Something I had to do it. It turned about to be not that hard.

I have no idea how this thread launches back into surreality from this, but I love you guys, and I know you'll find a way.

 

[Byron In Exile]

This is somewhat exiciting.

 

[sigh]

bantering with octagons
serious shit, that
NO place for surreality

serious
clothespins on nipples
glower much?
like
pulling
teeth

actually, clothepins on nipples are for play
strike them from the list

 

[drown]

if thanks
can be appropriate banter;
then thanks,
much thanks
to you...

there's nothing new,
not meter
nor rhyme...

not object
nor piety
nor time.


and yet,
:sly smile:,
we try.


christ almighty,
byron in e...!

jump in,
the miasma's just fine...

 

[drown]

desperation
more genuine:



done yet$

 

[sigh]

desperate genuation
lives beyond aloof
and beyond beneath
so calm the stormdrain sewer
and lift the almighty

bellow the fearsome quack
as you sharpen the pencil of clarity deep within your pussy
where go the shavings?

praise all
sing nothing
fall above the spinning wheel

ben hur alone understands

 

[drown]

the gallows still sings to thee...

:eyes averted:

it does;

and...

...you know it.

so speak of it,
or you shall
expose yourself as...

the one
they profess
they can judge.​

 

[drown]

they placed a moratorium
on the
tardy bastard's rig...

a fine rig, it was;
except for the bug-splattered screen
and the sickly odor
of canned cling peach
that continued to belch
pinkish-green
from just beneath the
hood...

she stood at the door,
expecting the bastard to re-appear..

she'd know him
though she'd never actually seen him..

it was her job to know him.

too bad about the rig.
fine rig, it was.

 

[Peregrinator]

He's quite a rig, isn't he

she said

of course, it was the eighties

 

[sigh]

ballyhoo times, the eighties
a kid in the land of reagan



lacking clarity, she equivocates
just lucky, I guess

 

[Peregrinator]

Dan was young

but not as dumb

as they wanted us to think.

 

[sigh]

young
dumb
think

scary

 

[Debbie]

Scary screams of silent terror
mute mute mute but scared dreadfully
what's your painkiller
mine is thriller horror
fear wearing an aura of fright
cold shivers and goosebumps in the night
knees tremble
new love is scary
large heights
lonely nights
Give more anise, fennel and herbal remedy
love brings you to your knees
red bull gives you wings
magic mushroom sings
out of tune
but a melody none the less
are you a scaredy cat

 

[drown]

he wore a burkha
light and gay
on his head
to work one day...

jimmy thought
that it was fun;
he found such fun
in everyone.

eunice looked
then looked away
as if the sight
contained a ray.

sister sally took the view
that
what he'd done
he should not do.

edgar, over there in sales
dialed the phone
for mister quayles.

certainly
it could not stay;

though the burkha
light and gay
was properly
attached to him.

why
oh why
and why again
asked mister quayles,
arriving then...

what's on your head?
what does it mean?
are you some...
knee-jerk lib-rull
....emmmmmm....

queen?

the intern tittered;
turned away;
then laughed outright
the other way...

'missy sue',
barked quayles, now hot
funny this
is surely not...

suppose some burkha wearing type,
one fired-up with all the 'hype'
came in here now
and saw this... this...
sight?

this sacrilege?
this grievous slight?

then silence:
deadly pregnant silence.


from beneath the light gay folds
he watched them all
the shys and bolds
and those who would not get involved
and some who threatened 'problem solved'
(with heavy hands and bric-a-brac)

then slowly,
even slower still...
he began
to unwrap
the gay light folds...

revealing the familiar

and all was
well
again.

 

[rosco rathbone]

eunice looked
then looked away
as if the sight
contained a ray.

solid gold!

"as if the sight contained a ray" ahahaha

 

[Debbie]

Nonsensical waffling prohibited. XXX

The complaints department has been closed indefinitely due to unforseen circumstances in the form of queue jumping and complainant vs complainant assaults reaching an unacceptable level.

(This post was edited due to exceeding the allowed word count. Please refrain from contacting the moderator. Keep your hands inside the ride at ALL TIMES. Loss of limbs at lit is not grounds for a law suit. We do however have a clause for loss of inhibitions: See the Lost and Found Dept immediately that this happens but be prepared for a dressing down and cavity search.)

CENSORED!!!

 

[sigh]

dark season
cat hops left
cold rain clicks off the window

firewood's five floors down

wavering fistfuls of certainty

 

[Debbie]

Silly season's acoming
Heed my warning do
Glee will soon be spilling on the GB
Like some drunken belle with overflowing DD cups
Corset a little tight to keep them puppies from gettiing out
Happiness will spread and they'll be cyber hugging
And sloppy kisses galore
Damn GB whores spread that Christmas spirit all the more!!!
Ho ho ho's all around.

 

[Peregrinator]

Meh. It's all about the right now and how do I look?

 

[Debbie]

2010 Welcome to the Kiwi zone.

“I went out to the wop wops down to the batch for a brew and a banger or two. It was beaut mate, just beaut, took some of the sheilas and made a bun fight night of it. My Maori mates bust a gut digging the Hangi pit. I was chuffed that even though me mates were chucking back the beers and brewskies and the sheilas their vinos that no one chundered. A good time was had by all, many a yarn told, we shot the breeze, spun some bullshite and mucked around like wallies."

Cheers, big ears, here's to many more Happy New Years.