Transient Foolish Blurt Thread
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The_Fool
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Can you reconnect
a name
to the felt curve
of a breast
with a nipple in distress?
Taut.
Held taut by teeth
that stretch it just a bit
past comfort.
Sequence back
or forward,
makes no difference
to her regurgitated moan.
Fingers lanced in his hair
as if she were in control
of his destiny.
Karma laughs
at the whimsy of the moment.
a name
to the felt curve
of a breast
with a nipple in distress?
Taut.
Held taut by teeth
that stretch it just a bit
past comfort.
Sequence back
or forward,
makes no difference
to her regurgitated moan.
Fingers lanced in his hair
as if she were in control
of his destiny.
Karma laughs
at the whimsy of the moment.
The_Fool
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I saw the word debauch
and immediately thought
of her.
Legs akimbo
and clothes in
disarray.
Her taste upon my tongue
and cries ringing
in my ears
add to the memory
of barely minutes ago.
Or was it yesterday.
Maybe both.
And it will happen again
when she smiles
with luscious eyes
that say…
and immediately thought
of her.
Legs akimbo
and clothes in
disarray.
Her taste upon my tongue
and cries ringing
in my ears
add to the memory
of barely minutes ago.
Or was it yesterday.
Maybe both.
And it will happen again
when she smiles
with luscious eyes
that say…
The_Fool
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Who says the Gods shouldn’t apologize. Scuff their toe, hang their head, contemplate their shame, their sins. Just watch that dimly lit mantle clock strike the half-hour of their soul, soul-less wandering. Count me infinite in my resolve, count me finite in my desire to make good being bad. Sorrow has a place in lust and resolution fails to fault the paradigm. Don’t wave your hand over me, I need no absolution.
Scentofawoman
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Ummmmm. Yummy
Hope it last a long while
Hope it last a long while
The_Fool
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Long Distance Whisper
one
I wonder if
she hears my smile
through the words posted
in ether.
Is it flirting when we are talk
about her being intimate
with a man neither of us
have ever met?
Just a hint of jealousy
crosses my mind,
but I know that
I will never whisper
my secrets into her
parted thighs.
Nor hear that special moan
that tells me I did good.
Limited to typing
my long distance whisper,
urging her on her adventure
with a younger man
who doesn’t necessarily
want to play nice.
I bet she wears
his mark proudly.
Two
So was it yesterday?
Yesterday that we whispered words,
of love,
desire?
Long distance whispers
where we talked our way
to bittersweet satisfaction.
I have a memory of a melody
where she lay beside me
skin glistening
while she was catching her breath.
Not even needing to touch
to feel skin on skin
within each other’s skin.
The melody of her words
plays gently in my memory,
ghostlike touches on my skin,
all over me.
Except it’s my touch to her words
that keep me shuddering
while I listen.
Three
So long ago.
So far away.
I still hear her whisper her love
that no longer is.
Maybe never was.
Memories of an ear in pain,
compressed by the phone
for hours.
Listening to the tone
of her voice.
Tiny, tinny teasing voice
That speaks of her laughter
at life.
Across the many miles
and days between us.
We shared a lifetime
with words and smiles
and silence and tears.
Money was no object
at twenty-five cents per minute.
But long distance whispers
are not the same
as those with lips to ear.
And the memory of a kiss
pales to one freshly shared.
one
I wonder if
she hears my smile
through the words posted
in ether.
Is it flirting when we are talk
about her being intimate
with a man neither of us
have ever met?
Just a hint of jealousy
crosses my mind,
but I know that
I will never whisper
my secrets into her
parted thighs.
Nor hear that special moan
that tells me I did good.
Limited to typing
my long distance whisper,
urging her on her adventure
with a younger man
who doesn’t necessarily
want to play nice.
I bet she wears
his mark proudly.
Two
So was it yesterday?
Yesterday that we whispered words,
of love,
desire?
Long distance whispers
where we talked our way
to bittersweet satisfaction.
I have a memory of a melody
where she lay beside me
skin glistening
while she was catching her breath.
Not even needing to touch
to feel skin on skin
within each other’s skin.
The melody of her words
plays gently in my memory,
ghostlike touches on my skin,
all over me.
Except it’s my touch to her words
that keep me shuddering
while I listen.
Three
So long ago.
So far away.
I still hear her whisper her love
that no longer is.
Maybe never was.
Memories of an ear in pain,
compressed by the phone
for hours.
Listening to the tone
of her voice.
Tiny, tinny teasing voice
That speaks of her laughter
at life.
Across the many miles
and days between us.
We shared a lifetime
with words and smiles
and silence and tears.
Money was no object
at twenty-five cents per minute.
But long distance whispers
are not the same
as those with lips to ear.
And the memory of a kiss
pales to one freshly shared.
The_Fool
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Repeat, I think...
In some ways, war is the ultimate decadence.
Gore scattered along the landscape
while bureaucratic bystanders lick their fingers
after fisting innocent bodies locked in rigor remorse.
It devolves into an orgy of consumerism
as commercial fornicates with military
using corpses as a cushion,
a barrier to the scattered bones of history.
All this, a macabre pornography
inflicted on the youth of a new generation.
The experienced know when to turn their head,
not become a pillar of salt encapsulating remorse.
In some ways, war is the ultimate decadence.
Gore scattered along the landscape
while bureaucratic bystanders lick their fingers
after fisting innocent bodies locked in rigor remorse.
It devolves into an orgy of consumerism
as commercial fornicates with military
using corpses as a cushion,
a barrier to the scattered bones of history.
All this, a macabre pornography
inflicted on the youth of a new generation.
The experienced know when to turn their head,
not become a pillar of salt encapsulating remorse.
The_Fool
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Something I wrote for something else but she abandoned me.
I’ve known love.
I’ve known sorrow.
I’ve known loss and grief
and cried for days on end.
There is a sequence of life and living.
That finds us wearing our years as wrinkles
and scars upon our skin,
upon our souls.
I’ve looked, learned, lived
enough
to know I have missed
so much of life.
Some may say it comes down to faith
I can’t say I know faith.
I can feel it, but not sure I know it
other than the warm spot where once my heart was.
I said it once already.
I’ve known love.
I know love.
It’s all that keeps me going.
I’ve known love.
I’ve known sorrow.
I’ve known loss and grief
and cried for days on end.
There is a sequence of life and living.
That finds us wearing our years as wrinkles
and scars upon our skin,
upon our souls.
I’ve looked, learned, lived
enough
to know I have missed
so much of life.
Some may say it comes down to faith
I can’t say I know faith.
I can feel it, but not sure I know it
other than the warm spot where once my heart was.
I said it once already.
I’ve known love.
I know love.
It’s all that keeps me going.
The_Fool
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Thanks. Saying Something Foolish link in my thread has several pages of stuff. goal is to get my head out of my ass and put together the manuscript for book 2.
Violetvixen1
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Scentofawoman
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****i secretly wish he writes about me**
The_Fool
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****i secretly wish he writes about me**
Turn her head
looking back.
Making sure I watch
her walk away.
Walk away,
but not too far.
Just a show,
whimsy,
she knows I’ll follow.
Catlike strut,
feminine grace,
scent of a woman
on the breeze.
Sweet.
Floral.
Tangible to my taste.
Foreshadowed eloquence
or maybe something other than talking.
Scentofawoman
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Yup... I'm putty in your words 
. No shame in admission .. And sin
. No shame in admission .. And sin makinmepurr
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I agree with the other ladies. Wonderful writing. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Scentofawoman
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I want more!
The_Fool
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I mistyped tears for years.
Way more tears than years.
The question is,
do you remember smiles or tears?
Do you count them?
Memories and melodrama.
I feel I’m blessed
by long term memory loss.
Maybe not loss.
Maybe the color has leeched
from older memories.
But then how could I remember
what I’ve already forgotten?
But I haven’t forgotten
sepia-colored regrets.
Better sepia-colored regrets
than sepia-colored tears.
Those would taste bitter.
More bitter.
Not sure how, but they would.
Way more tears than years.
The question is,
do you remember smiles or tears?
Do you count them?
Memories and melodrama.
I feel I’m blessed
by long term memory loss.
Maybe not loss.
Maybe the color has leeched
from older memories.
But then how could I remember
what I’ve already forgotten?
But I haven’t forgotten
sepia-colored regrets.
Better sepia-colored regrets
than sepia-colored tears.
Those would taste bitter.
More bitter.
Not sure how, but they would.
sunshinegirl05
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beautiful
newbiebabe
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very nice.
The_Fool
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BlackCashmere
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Lub you...you da bomb...
