The Club of no Requital

[Cub4ucme]

A journey of my time here:




there are vague nuances
they shiver the bone
when guilt comes calling
so fast denied

in the empty caverns of a hit parade

who dances on this stage?

two hundred years
plastic still LIES
on the sand below the sea
waving at rare fish passing by


I'll C U
in the adolescence of my poetry
the cracks in your disguise
will suck in sand whisped in winds
until you separate and fall

I am not the cumulous cloud
blocking your sun
I don't eclipse your beacon
as fear lights your way


I wonder of the many people caught in bad situations that
starve for a chance, one more chance, to live up to what
they deemed themselves to be.

There is nothing more important than speaking a mind.
These robots that knock at my door, they are starving
to be themselves, nothing more.


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feel free to contribute, or not.

best,
andy

 

[Cub4ucme]

I am akin to:

An Alaskan summer.

 

[Cub4ucme]

the horizon thirteen miles
sun sets on flat water

night rolls in

 

[Cub4ucme]

des trotes

lost syllables

one without the other

ajs

 

[bluerains]

you prompted my muse

I enjoy the patterns of haiku, senryu, tanka in all its form scifiku..being a fav...I like the 575 best. It tends to have a rhythm for me..

man stretches his skin
life catches patterns in time
natures ties their knots

 

[Candith_Arnette]

I enjoy the patterns of haiku, senryu, tanka in all its form scifiku..being a fav...I like the 575 best. It tends to have a rhythm for me..

man stretches his skin
life catches patterns in time
natures ties their knots

vines intertwine
knitting the world together

under a snow quilt

 

[bluerains]

vines intertwine
knitting the world together

under a snow quilt

rain thaws
obsidian silhouettes
abundant harvest

 

[Cub4ucme]

rain thaws
obsidian silhouettes
abundant harvest

Bring on your blue rain.

andy

 

[cherries_on_snow]

For Andy

In the bottom
of the bottle
a fly is trapped

and I want to say get out while you can
because what looks like air is really
thick sticky glass

but noone will tell you that. They also won't say

this is a family place
and you are not family nor will you ever
ever be.

As certainly as I am not you
(I swear on my own good tongue),
nor you
me.

 

[tungtied2u]

open arms big heart
body mind disproportion
learn to be balanced

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Are you saying I got a fat ass, Tung? (muah)
's ok. My boyfriend likes it well enough.

 

[tungtied2u]

Are you saying I got a fat ass, Tung? (muah)
's ok. My boyfriend likes it well enough.

He's a lucky fella
as curves come full circle
love feeds inside out

 

[Cub4ucme]

In the bottom
of the bottle
a fly is trapped

and I want to say get out while you can
because what looks like air is really
thick sticky glass

but noone will tell you that. They also won't say

this is a family place
and you are not family nor will you ever
ever be.

As certainly as I am not you
(I swear on my own good tongue),
nor you
me.

Cheeries on snow is a lovely vision.

best,
andy

 

[bluerains]

open arms big heart
body mind disproportion
learn to be balanced

This reminded me so of a rumi passion pen...so I found it...



STAY CLOSE, MY HEART

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugarcanes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.
O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!
Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!
Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread
That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!
The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the him of your robe!
Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.
And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;
You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Thanks Andy. That is all I wanted people to be sure of.

Some people are really quite strange.

.......and no, you aren't me. That's blatantly obvious.

 

[Cub4ucme]

Thanks Andy. That is all I wanted people to be sure of.

And we reach some common ground!


best,
andy