Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

knees don't need to be instrumental
*consider rhymes decides sentimental *
sit here at my feet my love
rest your head upon my thigh
ease yer' creaky bits

yeah, that could work

love your rhyme choice, y'old romantic

 

[butters]

if i could see the moon to wish upon
i'd wish for smiles to wreath your lips
for love enough to fill a starved heart
strength for arms so they may hold me ever
and a mind tumbled with quicksilver thought

the moon is buried somewhere deep in clouds
that race with ragged purpose through the night
her face obscured, her silence lost; how loud
the wind's own discontented flight

who needs a moon to wish upon? not i
the thoughts are homespun
though no less earnest for that
and with no moon in sight i'll
simply stir your coffee, kiss the cup
and wish my love 'goodnight'

 

[HarryHill]

if i could see the moon to wish upon
i'd wish for smiles to wreath your lips
for love enough to fill a starved heart
strength for arms so they may hold me ever
and a mind tumbled with quicksilver thought

the moon is buried somewhere deep in clouds
that race with ragged purpose through the night
her face obscured, her silence lost; how loud
the wind's own discontented flight

who needs a moon to wish upon? not i
the thoughts are homespun
though no less earnest for that
and with no moon in sight i'll
simply stir your coffee, kiss the cup
and wish my love 'goodnight'

..
Kiss the morrow's sleepy lips
sun dappled waves, mirror sent
heliographed across a room
sends a message, arise,
the day's begun

 

[butters]

moist air ridin' you
thunderstorms keep rollin' over
up on a hill your e-ears n eyes
muffled
like a dry sack over your head

but look with those denim blues
at the roilin' restless skies
what inspiration lies there...
imagination spins dark funnels
flattened grasses mark the journey of rain
ponds forget quite where banks start/end
and the silvery sides of fish
that should have been reed-sleepin' weeks ago
flash beneath the breaking lights
and the old white bear watches
from under the house
listening to the tattoo of drums
turning the world brown

 

[HarryHill]

moist air ridin' you
thunderstorms keep rollin' over
up on a hill your e-ears n eyes
muffled
like a dry sack over your head

but look with those denim blues
at the roilin' restless skies
what inspiration lies there...
imagination spins dark funnels
flattened grasses mark the journey of rain
ponds forget quite where banks start/end
and the silvery sides of fish
that should have been reed-sleepin' weeks ago
flash beneath the breaking lights
and the old white bear watches
from under the house
listening to the tattoo of drums
turning the world brown

..
I've a hankering
to catch the next flight out
sail through star specked night
marking each mud drug hour in exhausted celebration
my prize far over the horizon, distant at this soaring height
unaware that this protracted absence finally got the best of me
sent me rushing to the nearest airport,
passport in a pocket, toothbrush in my hand, no luggage,
hair unbound, meat for DHS,

I've a hankering
to slip through the crowds at Heath Row
ride the tube to Dagenham, walk that mile to her door
Knock politely, inquire,
Is the Missus home?

I've a hankering
to kiss those smiling lips
nibble a while on earlobes, tongue the pulse
beating wild under a hungry mouth
wander hands over flesh so long missed
check the heat and wet of her
sink to my knees, worship
pray for a gasp

but I promised,
never to show up unannounced
never to say goodbye again
so here I sit,
hankering

 

[HarryHill]

The mating habits of Dragonus Americanus

Estrus

You've never seen nutting
like dragons copulating
scaly fuckers on a romp
when the season gets'm rutting
and the sound, terrifying,
rolling from the swamp
where the drake has'er lying
on'er back, writhing.
legs spread at the water edge
screaming in Dragonise
'c'mon big boy, fuck me'

He eases down a'gin the hen
splays 'er with all four limbs
pressed into the steaming mud
n she begins a'pantin
anticipating that first prick
just inches from implant'n

 

[butters]

hehehe

dr doolittle, i presume? since you speak dragonise 'n' all

if there's one topic i never imagined in the context of poetry, this has to be it. i LOVE your mind!!!

 

[HarryHill]

hehehe

dr doolittle, i presume? since you speak dragonise 'n' all

if there's one topic i never imagined in the context of poetry, this has to be it. i LOVE your mind!!!

.. Crazy, I know there was a lot of stuff floating around in my head n I believe there's a much longer write in there, but as I was writing live while waiting for your evening note, I had to stop to check

 

[HarryHill]

I saw you there,
among dips and wings
but now the elegance of the moment
quite escapes me,
startled as I was to see you
but then I thought,
of course

 

[butters]

I saw you there,
among dips and wings
but now the elegance of the moment
quite escapes me,
startled as I was to see you
but then I thought,
of course

 

[HarryHill]

Gonna put a candle out tonight
lure that old worry moth
down out of the ceiling's shadows
where it's been flying about
stealing my sleep with fluttering's
awaking an old mans doubt
that a perfect creature such as you'd
be happy with this wreck of man and house
I imagine our love making in the flickering light
and in the midst of sighs and gasps I hear
Phittt!

 

[butters]

Gonna put a candle out tonight
lure that old worry moth
down out of the ceiling's shadows
where it's been flying about
stealing my sleep with fluttering's
awaking an old mans doubt
that a perfect creature such as you'd
be happy with this wreck of man and house
I imagine our love making in the flickering light
and in the midst of sighs and gasps I hear
Phittt!

yellow n blue
now cavort on a moroccan wall
at the foot of the bed covered in
old roses, forget-me-nots n lilac...
the last of christmas hangs over the head
blue-white icicles trailing across the mirror
reflecting in the night-spun window panes

i sit at this smaller desk
can of lager and your words in front of me
and smile
having first pulled a face over that 'perfect creature'
(nope, not me)
hoping you'll love me despite my imperfections
maybe, even, because of them...
i'll catch that old moth in a jar
blow out the candle and open the window
show it the moon
let it fly away home

 

[HarryHill]

red n blue
now cavort on a moroccan wall
at the foot of the bed covered in
old roses, forget-me-nots n lilac...
the last of christmas hangs over the head
blue-white icicles trailing across the mirror
reflecting in the night-spun window panes

i sit at this smaller desk
can of lager and your words in front of me
and smile
having first pulled a face over that 'perfect creature'
(nope, not me)
hoping you'll love me despite my imperfections
maybe, even, because of them...
i'll catch that old moth in a jar
blow out the candle and open the window
show it the moon
let it fly away home

Perfect
imperfections imagined
while I on the other hand...

 

[butters]

Perfect
imperfections imagined
while I on the other hand...

*shakes head, laughing*

movie showing
'event horizon'
how often we watch dire trauma
for the sake of a few hours' entertainment
*sigh*

back to say g'nite when it's finished

 

[HarryHill]

*shakes head, laughing*

movie showing
'event horizon'
how often we watch dire trauma
for the sake of a few hours' entertainment
*sigh*

back to say g'nite when it's finished

..
Old movie
I expect you'll be asleep
if I remember the plot
long before it's over
sweet dreams Ku

 

[Trixareforkids]

Gonna put a candle out tonight
lure that old worry moth
down out of the ceiling's shadows
where it's been flying about
stealing my sleep with fluttering's
awaking an old mans doubt
that a perfect creature such as you'd
be happy with this wreck of man and house
I imagine our love making in the flickering light
and in the midst of sighs and gasps I hear
Phittt!

yellow n blue
now cavort on a moroccan wall
at the foot of the bed covered in
old roses, forget-me-nots n lilac...
the last of christmas hangs over the head
blue-white icicles trailing across the mirror
reflecting in the night-spun window panes

i sit at this smaller desk
can of lager and your words in front of me
and smile
having first pulled a face over that 'perfect creature'
(nope, not me)
hoping you'll love me despite my imperfections
maybe, even, because of them...
i'll catch that old moth in a jar
blow out the candle and open the window
show it the moon
let it fly away home

The two of you are a treat for the heart.

 

[HarryHill]

The two of you are a treat for the heart.

hi girl. how's trix? thought by now our pm's spilling in to the forum would be getting tiresome, nice of you to say, ty

 

[Trixareforkids]

hi girl. how's trix? thought by now our pm's spilling in to the forum would be getting tiresome, nice of you to say, ty

Not to me, I think it's lovely as is much of the poetry it's produced. People have no problem spewing hate and various other crap but it's rare and wonderous to see love spread before you. I hope y'all never stop.

 

[HarryHill]

*ignores trix peeking over shoulder*

A quarter 'til your six ay em
brushing hair for bed
hopelessly tangled from new years cheer
torn once more to hang free
guess I'll have some new split ends

 

[butters]

The two of you are a treat for the heart.

aw

Not to me, I think it's lovely as is much of the poetry it's produced. People have no problem spewing hate and various other crap but it's rare and wonderous to see love spread before you. I hope y'all never stop.

thankyou, sweet girl

*ignores trix peeking over shoulder*

A quarter 'til your six ay em
brushing hair for bed
hopelessly tangled from new years cheer
torn once more to hang free
guess I'll have some new split ends

*shakes head, smiling over cup of coffee* you remember, then, what i said to you about split ends... lol

dinner's near done
fishies on my plate
with a few pomme frittes
and bright green jewels from the garden
if you peas

 

[HarryHill]

aw

thankyou, sweet girl


*shakes head, smiling over cup of coffee* you remember, then, what i said to you about split ends... lol

dinner's near done
fishies on my plate
with a few pomme frittes
and bright green jewels from the garden
if you peas

Hah! I've got your fish, Trouser Trout with a side of fuzzy beans

 

[butters]

Hah! I've got your fish, Trouser Trout with a side of fuzzy beans

 

[Remec]

Hah! I've got your fish, Trouser Trout with a side of fuzzy beans

sauteed in butters, no doubt?
*cue rimshot*


Sorry...fingers and mind happened to both conspire against me to blurt that out.
hehehe

 

[HarryHill]

sauteed in butters, no doubt?
*cue rimshot*


Sorry...fingers and mind happened to both conspire against me to blurt that out.
hehehe

Hah! I believe that the 3 French secrets of cooking are also applicable to love, butters, butters, butters...

 

[HarryHill]

Whiskey n gunpowder
volatile combination
he's armed and hardly dangerous
cant see or walk
much less shoot straight