where's everyone?

[corndog_]

obviously doesn't listen to a word I say ....... try leading him to the midden

Fair midden, clothed
in leaves of brown,
your mound
a treasure-hole trove’d
both sweet and firm
with flesh, that birds
sing of, in words
we poorly translate: worm.

 

[butters]

I do hope she has an orchard, there.

oh, i do, with damson and cherry, pear and apple, peach, medlar and quince ... no oranges, my virtual orchard's more temperate than tropical add black walnut, sweet chestnut, cob and pecan... tress growing in an old-fashioned way, not all in rows... lush, long grass, a donkey, wandering hens and a horse or two and it's set. did i mention the little stream?

obviously doesn't listen to a word I say ....... try leading him to the midden

as if i would

Fair midden, clothed
in leaves of brown,
your mound
a treasure-hole trove’d
both sweet and firm
with flesh, that birds
sing of, in words
we poorly translate: worm.

he even makes a midden sweet

 

[UnderYourSpell]

or composted

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Sometimes it pays to read the comments on old and neglected poems, I have just come across the gem 'Your poetry stinks'!

 

[butters]

Sometimes it pays to read the comments on old and neglected poems, I have just come across the gem 'Your poetry stinks'!

hehehehe

aromatic poetry, eh, annie? meh, did this charmer happen to leave their name by any chance, or was it one of the ubiquitous anons of this world?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

hehehehe

aromatic poetry, eh, annie? meh, did this charmer happen to leave their name by any chance, or was it one of the ubiquitous anons of this world?

Oh this one left a name only I forgot to make a note of it before I deleted, the first time I've ever done that but I didn't think that the added 'have a nice life dear (or words to that effect) constituted a valuable critique ........ what a charmer!

 

[BooMerengue]

My old moniker was flyguy. I used to hang around here and try to look down girls' shirts.

FLYGUY!!!!

*runs and leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaps into your lap! You're one of the ones I was so sad not to see! Hiya Baby! How the fuck are ya' and where have you been!?!? (like I got room to bitch)

Poppin a cork on a bottle of Champagne- here kid- take a guzzle and start talkin...

no no! You first...

 

[BooMerengue]

Hey Fly? We're you ever in Syd's Hot Tub? Pull your pants down- let me see if I know you.

 

[corndog_]

Aww, Boo! You know how to make a man feel welcome!
You, btw, are one of the folks I was picturing in my return poem.

 

[corndog_]

Hey Fly? We're you ever in Syd's Hot Tub? Pull your pants down- let me see if I know you.

Are there photographs? Did anyone get pregnant? Does the baby look like me?

 

[Angeline]

Are there photographs? Did anyone get pregnant? Does the baby look like me?

I let some guy do a jello shot off my belly button there once, but that was in my younger wilder days. Too bad you missed them, huh?

 

[corndog_]

I let some guy do a jello shot off my belly button there once, but that was in my younger wilder days. Too bad you missed them, huh?

I was there, darlin'. You were drunk.

 

[BooMerengue]

Aww, Boo! You know how to make a man feel welcome!
You, btw, are one of the folks I was picturing in my return poem.

Yup. That was me mingling on the stairs. But you didn't feel my hand on the banister, Dear.

Wait... Is THAT what you call it????? roflmbao

 

[butters]

Yup. That was me mingling on the stairs. But you didn't feel my hand on the banister, Dear.

Wait... Is THAT what you call it????? roflmbao

wood's wood, right?

 

[corndog_]

Wheeee!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

beware of splinters .......

 

[corndog_]

There is an outstanding poem that pertains: Albert Goldbarth's The Girl Who Married a Wooden Pounder.

Albert is one of my favorite poets.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

have you every heard of a saggar makers bottom knocker ?

 

[corndog_]

have you every heard of a saggar makers bottom knocker ?

Three parts Laphroaig, one part orange bitters, twist of lime?

 

[normal jean]

My old moniker was flyguy. I used to hang around here and try to look down girls' shirts.

Flyguy!!!!! I's wonderful to see you.

 

[corndog_]

Nice to see you, too, Liver Puddin'.

 

[normal jean]

you wanna dip your corndog in my liver puddin?

 

[Angeline]

I was there, darlin'. You were drunk.

Was that you????

Well I don't drink anymore, but those were the days, eh?

 

[Angeline]

you wanna dip your corndog in my liver puddin?

Omigod they actually sell that stuff in the grocery stores here. Well not *your* liver puddin, but you know what I mean lol. Livermush, eek.

 

[BooMerengue]

Omigod they actually sell that stuff in the grocery stores here. Well not *your* liver puddin, but you know what I mean lol. Livermush, eek.

Have you gone out to a diner at 2am and tried the Brains and Eggs yet? It's actually not bad. Well, I was pretty loaded! Just mix potted meat in your scrambled. Spice to taste. That may be a dish found more southern of you, like New Orleans. But I was in Mississipi.