Good Vibes Post

[Angeline]

Oh you sick puppies. I know you all think this is a vibrator poem thread, but haha you're wrong. You want that kinda thing, go read the (yes unposted as yet) Rowdy Ted extravaganza.

Have you fine people noticed that things have been sort of um unhappy of late? (Of course you have, what am I saying?)

Eve, you are like the title of my poem (which I shamelessly stole from a song), too marvelous for words. I personally think you are one of the coolest women I've met online. I hope that helps a bit to know that people (I know I'm far from alone in this) you've never even met think you're terrific.

About your day. Sounds awful. When my son was seven, he needed emergency surgery--a life-threatening thing. He's fine now, but I know sick kids are at best cause for concern and, well, it can be terrifying. Take a deep breath, girlfriend.

I just spent the last 3 hours futzing around with my computer and on the phone with the supposedly new and improved isp to get a high speed connection that I still don't have. My head is spinning.

Too much monkey business. Is there a full moon tonight?

I'm having some wine and putting music on--want some wine, Eve?

So I'll just relax, and write a poem about ten things that make me happy when I think about them.

Watching a hard day's night
the part where they sing
"I Shoulda Known Better"
feels right and the film
"The In-Laws you know
the part where Peter Falk
says "Run Serpentine"?
I laugh like a fool.
Once I skipped school
went to New York saw
" A Soldier's Play" sat
in Row 3 Seat A close
enough to touch Pacino
oooh I almost swooned

(but then the night was ruined we missed
the last train--you should not be in Penn Station
at 4 a.m. it makes one insane, but I digress)

I have this black satin dress
that I look great in like Morticia
only better and I was on an
elevator once with James Brown
and feeling really down with him
said "So, how's the Flames"?
(He didn't look too much in pain.)

god that's only five
I need more wine
this poem is bullshit jive

oh the day my dad taught me to dive
a perfect swan dive was sweet and
always when i hear the beat of jazz
or blues and prez and lady day and
shakespeare dickens poetry neruda
yeats rumi all of you and sometimes
all of me and Ted Berrigan and the sea.


Is that more than ten? I need more wine. Try that. It feels good. Write a poem about something that makes you happy.

 

[WickedEve]

Thanks, Angeline.

 

[smithpeter]

when it comes to the end
there is no end

it must be ricochet.
Soon Eve will need safety glasses, a hard hat and an OSHA certification for Arousal and Fall Protection.
yikes, have you been standing in this line very long?
I'll be here for a while.

 

[WickedEve]

when it comes to the end
there is no end

it must be ricochet.
Soon Eve will need safety glasses, a hard hat and an OSHA certification for Arousal and Fall Protection.
yikes, have you been standing in this line very long?
I'll be here for a while.

I must ponder this post of yours before responding.

(what's he talking about? lol)

 

[Angeline]

well

you're supposed to write a poem listing things that make you happy when you think about them. you into safety glasses and queues, sp?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Kinky...

 

[Floater]

The sag of a certain sofa the shape of my spine,
The chrome spiral flights of Garcia’s guitar,
The gasp of spray from a soft orange peel,
My face in the mirror of Dylan’s proud pain,
The chuckle of Shakespeare being silly,
The purr of a big bike waking up with a start,
The chaotic perfection of the best of Beefheart,
The shiver of the first meeting with an old friend,
A shimmer of light up the spinal stairs,
The intricate whispers of fingertips.

 

[Guest]

Stirred and Shaken

Shaker cup so cold rime forms on the side
Gotta be Bombay gin
None of that Sapphire shit
might as well have vodka.

Big chilled martini glass
lemon twisted to a single helix
run the sunny side around the rim
and throw it away.

Keep your damn olive
I’m not having dinner
I don’t want dirty
A martini must be clean

Over the rim, I see my red haired beauty.
And it's time to quit drinking.

 

[karmadog]

Curses and drat!

That was mine.

 

[Never]

There is a metronome in my heart
Keeping the time
And the time sneaks up on me.
Light fingers fall on my eyelids
I see the delicate web of veins within
The bloody red of my flesh
Am I a caterpillar?
Tucked in a down cocoon
Or am I still the butterfly
I dreamt of in cool darkness?

 

[Angeline]

These are all wonderful (but mine needs work)

I'm really enjoying reading these. Here are some random thoughts about them.

Floater, will you marry me? I love all that stuff, too. Except for one. I go out with the girls when you crank up the Captain Beefheart. Yeah, I know, artist/scmartist. Alternatively, I'll put on Laura Nyro real loud to drown Don out and the neighbors can call the cops.

Kdog baby, that was 10 things. You had one drink and a redhead who, by my calculation, could be the dog or, more scary, you. Unless you had 10 Bombay (I applaud your taste) martinis--by number 5 or 6, I envision you winking at the vermouth from across the room.

Never? Definitely the butterfly!

Where's everyone else?

 

[Never]

Angeline:
"Never? Definitely the butterfly!"

My name is an accident waiting to happen.

I would say I was the caterpillar. I think that reflects great differences in our personalities, don't you?

I’ll admit to being a novice here. It’s easy to mistake what’s plain in my mind to what’s plain in the mind of another when they read my poem. Is it clear what makes me ‘happy when I think about [it]’?

 

[karmadog]

You had one drink and a redhead who, by my calculation, could be the dog or, more scary, you.

Um, neither. I'm not a redhead and my dog has a two-tone melon. I was speaking of an ex.

As far as not having enough things to like, you went over, so I went under. I had to restore the balance.

Or maybe I just like a good martini ten times as well as I like anything else.

Plus, all of those little ritual things that go into the making of a martini are very important, and I love them.

OK, I admit it. I didn't read the directions very well.

 

[Angeline]

True enough, Never

Ok my humor is not communicating. I was just being silly. (Pours my own tumbler of gin and slinks from thread.)

 

[Never]

Re: True enough, Never

Angeline:
"Ok my humor is not communicating. I was just being silly. (Pours my own tumbler of gin and slinks from thread.)"

Forgive me; I’ve never had anyone comment on my poetry, I sought after serious feedback so much that I missed the obvious humor in your post.

 

[JUDO]

Intimate Living Treasures

by Judo ©2002

Waves rolling upon a beach,
The wind in my hair,
The sun on my back,
And oxygen rich air

A smile from a stranger
With just the right bite
Can make my hips rock
And roll through the night.

A joke from nowhere,
A dive from the roof,
My mother on the phone
When she's feeling - so aloof.

But all these can pale
When someone opens to me
And I can be a rock for the sand
That tears at them savagely.

For every down day in Heaven
There's two good days to share.
So, remember your friends
When the wind's in your hair.

 

[Angeline]

Thank You Never

You are kind to be gracious; I am too glib sometimes. I am enjoying reading your posts and poems here.

And Judo, just wonderful...

My mother on the phone
When she's feeling - so aloof.

My mother is almost never aloof. I yearn for her aloof moments.

 

[WickedEve]

Inspired by this thread

Electric Moments

those anticipation minutes
between tiny closed lids
and hungry demands

enticement of lust
the way night
lures forth the stars

the way "whore"
stains your lips
but not my heart

the rush of breath
in empty room
of crowding shadows

our chants entwined
drifting miles
between us

 

[Star At Sunrise]

Good vibe!

I'm against happiness, just on general principle. It makes for crappy poetry!

But I can't resist a challenge, even though I should! I love the poems on this thread so far; good work everyone!

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HAPPY THANGS

being able to sleep in and doze
a field of flowers and a single red rose
cracking open a brand new magazine
finding the public restroom clean
knowing the difference between truth and bull
seeing the library parking is full
being able to play an instrument
finding out where the lost keys went
hearing that someone is talking good behind your back
meeting a girl with a really nice rack

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

[Floater]

Angeline, I'm flattered and flutter with a delight marred only by your weird aversion to that seminal figure of music - Captain Beefheart, who has to the William Blake of the twentieth century. Boisterous cantankerous egocentric and luminous; possibly also mad, but who's to judge?
How can anyone resist a man who, in a song titled Big Eyed Beans from Venus, can write:

Men flop out your wallets
And women open your purses
Because a man and a woman without a big eyed bean from Venus
Are suffering from the wursest of curses.

or, amidst the fragmented majesty of the Legendary Trout Mask Replica:

Light floats down day river all day
Red raft all blood
Night blocks out the heavens
Like a big black shiny bug
Its hard-soft shell shininh
White in one spot, well
It's a hard life that I'm living
But I'm doing well, well.

Laura Nyro's fine with me.

 

[JUDO]

Intimate Living Treasures now posted.


- Judo

 

[Angeline]

Van Vliet

Ok, it's not you Floater. My ex loves Captain Beefheart. Suffice it to say I've heard a lot of Captain Beefheart. A lot. Of course, he loves Velvet Underground, too, and I think Lou Reed is a very cool, albeit demented, guy.

 

[Rybka]

Re: Van Vliet

Ok, it's not you Floater. My ex loves Captain Beefheart. Suffice it to say I've heard a lot of Captain Beefheart. A lot. Of course, he loves Velvet Underground, too, and I think Lou Reed is a very cool, albeit demented, guy.

You guys are forgetting the master!
                               ZAPPA RULES !!!



Regards,                 Rybka