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[Lisa Denton]

Look people, I think somebody just might have got a bit OFF TOPIC here.


Good poem Doormouse, I cried.

 

[Guest]

Look people, I think somebody just might have got a bit OFF TOPIC here.


Good poem Doormouse, I cried.

topic.. testing?

moms blood sugar tonight was 252.. she needed 2u of reg humalog insulin

 

[Guest]

can you hear me now?






can you hear me now?



can you hear me now?


CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?

this is just silly.. its all type

 

[Lisa Denton]

can you hear me now?






can you hear me now?



can you hear me now?


CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?

this is just silly.. its all type

I have this new whip I need to test ... you just volunteered.

 

[Guest]

can you hear me now?






can you hear me now?



can you hear me now?


CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?

this is just silly.. its all type

Cowgirl is waving but you cant see her.

 

[doormouse]

Cowgirl is waving but you cant see her.

I'm...

err. . never mind

 

[Guest]

Stop?
You beg me stop?
When inspiration,
that lifeblood of any poet
surges through me.

Stop?
You beg me stop?
When my thread calls me,
begs me feel what it feels,
see what it sees.

Stop?
You beg me stop?
When your touch
is that
which brought the thread back to life.

Stop?
You beg me stop?
Speak truth
Life-giver,
Stop?

Ok, don't stop then. Damn woman, you're good!

You sure know how to make someone feel good.

Lou

 

[matriarch]

Ok, don't stop then. Damn woman, you're good!

You sure know how to make someone feel good.

Lou

I do my best.
I have a reputation to maintain.



Mat (smooth talker)

 

[matriarch]

Ok, don't stop then. Damn woman, you're good!

You sure know how to make someone feel good.

Lou

Silence,
Calm,
no inner voice reaching for me,
curiosity overwhelms me;
closing my eyes, ears and mind
to naught but the voice of the thread
I reach out.

Nothing.
No sound.
No heartbeat.
No voice.
No call
Curiosity becomes concern.

Seeking the thread in the real world,
I find it sleeping still,
Like the beauty of 100 years
awaiting the touch of love and beauty
to awaken from its slumbers.

The lifegiver
the beauty
is still to arrive this day.
Thread awaits the one touch
the feel of those lips,
to reclaim its life and energy.

My thoughts join with the thread
as together,
Creator and creation,
we seek out the lifegiver
send a hearfelt plea
to the beauty awaited,
yearned.
A plea for The Lou to return.

Until then,
The thread sleeps,
anticipation and longing
apparent in its every line and post,
the shadow of that one touch
burning a timeless image into its memory.

Sleep on thread.



Mat

 

[gauchecritic]

What a gallant invitation, G, walk to where, precisely, and into what, I wonder ???

The What.

Askew and ashen. Droit et gauche. The future. Stumble/limp, gams (those gams), pressing weight and soles (and souls) firmly and once on concrete hardened past, and never walk again. (the same road twice)


The Where.

"No. You said a drink, that's all. What do you mean?"

"You know. Look, how long have I known you? 10 years? 12? And you've never once asked yourself?"

And later, in that limber dark, from one simple touch of lips to this. How long did I walk this bridge? Who turned on this light? Why am I here? Is this what I really want?


"Yes. Oh yes."

And I witnessed all. Did you know?


Gauche

 

[mbb373]

hello...

i just wanted to say hello

 

[matriarch]

Re: hello...

i just wanted to say hello

Hullo mbb.....nice to meet you, feel free to pop in on any thread, but you might just not get noticed on this one.

This is a dead thread,
a sleeping thread,
a non-thread,
an ex-thread.



Why not trot over to the 'hullo-goodbye' thread and introduce yourself, let everyone know you're around.

Mat

 

[ferociouskittycat]

It's PARTY town here!!!!!!!! WooHoooooo!!!!!

Pull up a stool, or push someone off one..... grab a beer and take a seat M.

She's still suffering from an overdose of caffeine... don't listen to her.

 

[matriarch]

It's PARTY town here!!!!!!!! WooHoooooo!!!!!

Pull up a stool, or push someone off one..... grab a beer and take a seat M.

She's still suffering from an overdose of caffeine... don't listen to her.

You nutcase.

I'm leaving for a couple of hours, places to go, people to see.

I'm assuming when I get back, you'll be gone to bed, can't remember if its almost 10 or 11 there. Whatever, I won't be back for about another..........hour and a half, minimum.

If you're still there, I'lll look for you......

bye
Mat

 

[oggbashan]

Matriarch has been gone too long.

I'm waiting for a response (any response) to my three entries to a local writing competition. The closing date was 31 July and those short-listed should hear in the next few days.

I entered two stories and a poem - a triolet. I'm not sure about the triolet but at least one of the stories should qualify for the so-called 'short list'. Last year's short list was one third of the poems and two-thirds of the stories.

Og the impatient.

 

[matriarch]

Matriarch has been gone too long.

I'm waiting for a response (any response) to my three entries to a local writing competition. The closing date was 31 July and those short-listed should hear in the next few days.

I entered two stories and a poem - a triolet. I'm not sure about the triolet but at least one of the stories should qualify for the so-called 'short list'. Last year's short list was one third of the poems and two-thirds of the stories.

Og the impatient.

'Og the impatient'

Sounds like a Norse God.

Do Norse Gods write short stories?

(Good luck, fingers crossed).

 

[Guest]

Some things in life are bad,

They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse,
When you're chewing your life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best,
And.....
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistling]
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle. That's the thing.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life,
[whistling]
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,...
Always look on the bright side of death,
[whistling]
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
[whistling]
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the right side of life.
[whistling]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistling]

 

[oggbashan]

'Og the impatient'

Sounds like a Norse God.

Do Norse Gods write short stories?

(Good luck, fingers crossed).

I'm not as well informed on the Norse pantheon as I should be.

If I really wanted information I'd ask Svenskaflicka or the professional provider of information (if you ask her nicely) Perdita.

I think Svenskaflicka would give the interesting information that has been expunged from school text books.

Perdita would give accurate information and its source.

I love them both.

Og

 

[Fag-Ash_Lil]

“Beware! The time is nigh when all ends shall be revealed.”

 

[Guest]

Silence,
Calm,
no inner voice reaching for me,
curiosity overwhelms me;
closing my eyes, ears and mind
to naught but the voice of the thread
I reach out.

Nothing.
No sound.
No heartbeat.
No voice.
No call
Curiosity becomes concern.

Seeking the thread in the real world,
I find it sleeping still,
Like the beauty of 100 years
awaiting the touch of love and beauty
to awaken from its slumbers.

The lifegiver
the beauty
is still to arrive this day.
Thread awaits the one touch
the feel of those lips,
to reclaim its life and energy.

My thoughts join with the thread
as together,
Creator and creation,
we seek out the lifegiver
send a hearfelt plea
to the beauty awaited,
yearned.
A plea for The Lou to return.

Until then,
The thread sleeps,
anticipation and longing
apparent in its every line and post,
the shadow of that one touch
burning a timeless image into its memory.

Sleep on thread.



Mat

I love you.

I'll be returning sometime.

Lou

 

[matriarch]

I love you.

I'll be returning sometime.

Lou

Fingers moving over keys,
engrossed in a new creation,
a soft whisper in my head
from a previous creation.

"Creator, she came."

Suddenly alert,
head tuned in,
I listen intently.

Returning to the source,
the thread,
my eyes are met
by hers,
the life-giver,
the gaze of the Lou.

Beautiful,
Rivetting,
Intense
Penetrating.

Together,
The thread and I,
Mesmerised,
Held
by the depth of the look,
searching
probing
holding.

Dragging my gaze away,
the breath held in
is released slowly.

Speaking softly to the thread,
"See her words, thread.
She will return.
She loves you and will return.
Be patient.
Rest now."

The thread sighs
I sigh,
returning to my own words and thoughts.

She will return.



Goodnight

Mat

 

[matriarch]

Thread sleeps
Mat sleeps

Blissful expectation lies upon them both.

 

[doormouse]

Testing...

1

2

3

Hey!! Is this thing on??

*bump*

 

[matriarch]

Testing...

1

2

3

Hey!! Is this thing on??

*bump*

*opening my eyes, stretching, looking around to see what woke me up, eyes narrowing*.

Dammit Dor, can't a woman take a nap around here without some rowdy rodent making a noise?


Mat - rudely awaken from a much needed sleep.

 

[neonlyte]

Oh, doormouse. I'll do something nice for you, when the time is ripe.

How does that work exactly - 'ripening time'. Just curious.

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