writing live

[butters]

..
I watched an ambulance
pull close
to rescue workers in snow
drawing from the water
travelers fallen through the ice
All quite horrifying
from a brief distracted glance

But then the eye begins to turn
there's more than meets first sight
for the victims not a human
it's a deer that's in this plight

They roped him by the antlers
drew him lifeless to the shore
performed CPR on the spot
strapped him on a gurney
hauled him up the hill
then put him in the ambulance
and slowly pulled away.
..

was this from a real event, harry?

 

[HarryHill]

was this from a real event, harry?

Was on CNN don't know where the footage was taken and I may have exaggerated when I said CPR but there were a bunch of people gathered close, not sure what they were doing.

 

[butters]

Was on CNN don't know where the footage was taken and I may have exaggerated when I said CPR but there were a bunch of people gathered close, not sure what they were doing.

in a cynical world, i'd say sizing up the cuts and agreeing on a price.

i want to think good thoughts, though, about good, helpful people responding to a fellow creature in distress.

 

[HarryHill]

in a cynical world, i'd say sizing up the cuts and agreeing on a price.

i want to think good thoughts, though, about good, helpful people responding to a fellow creature in distress.

That is exactly the thought that struck me; there may be hope with compassion like that, 'corse I tried to make it a little silly and lost the feeling of pride in humanity that the footage brought me. Those moments of pride, so rare

 

[butters]

That is exactly the thought that struck me; there may be hope with compassion like that, 'corse I tried to make it a little silly and lost the feeling of pride in humanity that the footage brought me. Those moments of pride, so rare

so many small moments go unremarked, harry - there's a lot of unsung goodness out there.

 

[butters]

dancing barefoot
skin communing with the base through the floorboards
feeling the weathered oak sing new songs in old voices
smoothed by this ritual
taking on a soft shine

 

[butters]

the children's playground voices
reminders to get up and go
into the bright world
of cash for goods
noise
hustle
movingmovingmoving
when the warm womb of a bed beckons
a nest to hibernate away the day
the week
the winter

 

[HarryHill]

the children's playground voices
reminders to get up and go
into the bright world
of cash for goods
noise
hustle
movingmovingmoving
when the warm womb of a bed beckons
a nest to hibernate away the day
the week
the winter

quarter 'til the hour
..
bright laughter in a bright world
an alarm clock of smiles,
brings feet to floor, moving
away from nuptial nest
where love beckons with stores of snores
to last the winter
..
one past the median
..
That's not the one what I intended to write, smithpeter'
let me catch a breath and examine Writer's and Cur's

 

[butters]

quarter 'til the hour
..
bright laughter in a bright world
an alarm clock of smiles,
brings feet to floor, moving
away from nuptial nest
where love beckons with stores of snores
to last the winter
..
one past the median
..
That's not the one what I intended to write, smithpeter'
let me catch a breath and examine Writer's and Cur's

love nuptial nest and stores of snores

 

[HarryHill]

Summoned

Do you want winter
to whisper in your ear
all the green things spring is planning

 

[Tsotha]

Do you want winter
to whisper in your ear
all the green things spring is planning

If people enter your life for a reason,
A season or a lifetime, I wonder,
When the season is done, and winter does come,
Will she remember me with kindness?

Help me believe that spring is coming,
With laughter, and bare feet on grass, rustling
And people holding hands, not chasing after
But meeting again in a nest of love

 

[butters]

Do you want winter
to whisper in your ear
all the green things spring is planning

If people enter your life for a reason,
A season or a lifetime, I wonder,
When the season is done, and winter does come,
Will she remember me with kindness?

Help me believe that spring is coming,
With laughter, and bare feet on grass, rustling
And people holding hands, not chasing after
But meeting again in a nest of love

oh, these are both so lovely!
harry, yours is earthy-erotica; tsotha, yours holds a wonderful sentiment.

 

[HarryHill]

dancing barefoot
skin communing with the base through the floorboards
feeling the weathered oak sing new songs in old voices
smoothed by this ritual
taking on a soft shine

Alas the third time must be a charm
to press reply then find with alarm,
there's no way to describe dancing sockless,
a foot above the floor...
So, you press the blue arrow, left turn, try again
to explain your lofty step, but words will not define
or improve bad poetry or fair sentiment except to say
that love is harder than diamonds
softer than clouds.

 

[butters]

sneaky cupid
beguiled me with feather bedding
enchanted me with sweet waters
bright and bubbling
wide skies and heart-wood fires
smoke in my eyes
cocktales
and music enough to bring me to my feet or
lay me down on suppled leather
air and fire
forever the water
always the stones

glancing down
the arrow surprised me






*back to say there should be an extra line break after leather*

sneaky cupid

beguiled with feather bedding
enchanted with sweet waters
bright and bubbling
wide skies and heart-wood fires
smoke in my eyes
cocktales
and music enough to bring me to my feet or
lay me down on suppled leather

air and fire
forever the water
always the stones

glancing down
the arrow surprised me

 

[butters]

Alas the third time must be a charm
to press reply then find with alarm,
there's no way to describe dancing sockless,
a foot above the floor...
So, you press the blue arrow, left turn, try again
to explain your lofty step, but words will not define
or improve bad poetry or fair sentiment except to say
that love is harder than diamonds
softer than clouds.

third time's the charm
oh where have i heard that before? ha
a minute past midnight

the fletchings on your arrow's blue?
that figures -
water-child

*considers*

the dichotomy of an arrow
feather and flint
separated, yet joined, by a shaft

*kneels on the floor
- always the stones*

 

[HarryHill]

Re: Sneaky Cupid

Thought it was perfect before
When a maniacal archer set the wheels in motion
and the thrills began with screams and chills
(This ride ain't for the faint hearted)
coastin' to the exit, an arrow between my eyes
led away to the tilt-a-whirl, spun, circumnavigated,
and as I became cognizant once again,
noticed the blue fletched shaft
protruding from between your breasts, spoke in surprise,
'Damn, Baby, does that hurt?'
you thwacked the one between my eyes, laughed,
made me wonder, 'what ride is this...
that sets the mind to buzzing so.'

 

[butters]

Thought it was perfect before
When a maniacal archer set the wheels in motion
and the thrills began with screams and chills
(This ride ain't for the faint hearted)
coastin' to the exit, an arrow between my eyes
led away to the tilt-a-whirl, spun, circumnavigated,
and as I became cognizant once again,
noticed the blue fletched shaft
protruding from between your breasts, spoke in surprise,
'Damn, Baby, does that hurt?'
you thwacked the one between my eyes, laughed,
made me wonder, 'what ride is this...
that sets the mind to buzzing so.'

the warning was there
and though never one for fairground rides
rendered nauseous by most
i'm scared but game to step aboard the log flume
so long as you hold on tight
so long as the fall is softened
and the wave doesn't knock us right out of our seats

having stolen our breath
the carney counts his arrows
waves us on through
no charge

 

[HarryHill]

Passport

The lady looked up in surprise
'Hey Spanky, haven't seen you in ages;
how've you been?'
I'd forgotten she worked here, nodded,
glanced around at all the customers
dressed in holiday fashions, watching,
waiting for their turn to purchase postage,
hurry away, prepare for the holiday.
I held out my hand for the papers requested,
neither one of us mentioned her sister while I
listened to the instructions in a crowd of silence.
Is it any wonder I want to get away?

 

[butters]

The lady looked up in surprise
'Hey Spanky, haven't seen you in ages;
how've you been?'
I'd forgotten she worked here, nodded,
glanced around at all the customers
dressed in holiday fashions, watching,
waiting for their turn to purchase postage,
hurry away, prepare for the holiday.
I held out my hand for the papers requested,
neither one of us mentioned her sister while I
listened to the instructions in a crowd of silence.
Is it any wonder I want to get away?

spanky? hahaha

but this . . . it creates that certain sense of small-town claustrophobia - as i'd imagine it, anyway.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

She bends at the waist
to unclip sheer silk stockings
revealing a glimpse
of a red lacy thong.
Sinks with a soft sigh
onto the fireside recliner
and wiggles her toes at the fire,
wondering who the night will bring
to assuage this burning need
to be bent, shaped and filled
to a Masters desires.

 

[HarryHill]

Damn it smithpeter

Why do I always get so pissed
perhaps I do need the bottle
to anesthetize a mind gone red
frustration
I'm writing poetry when I should be writing
reacting when I should be reaching
for that place of peace where words flow like honey
fresh drawn from the hive
beez no botherz
thoughts run faster than fingers
tears would run save for the heavy bucket in my chest
that collects tears of sorrow not heartbreak
fuck

 

[butters]

Why do I always get so pissed
perhaps I do need the bottle
to anesthetize a mind gone red
frustration
I'm writing poetry when I should be writing
reacting when I should be reaching
for that place of peace where words flow like honey
fresh drawn from the hive
beez no botherz
thoughts run faster than fingers
tears would run save for the heavy bucket in my chest
that collects tears of sorrow not heartbreak
fuck

alcohol's an easy answer
except it only offers you half-truths
and then, when you'll listen to anything,
whatever shit it can make up on the spot
- no matter how far-fetched

sweet waters
take your cure
no bucket
deep wells refresh
limestone pure

 

[HarryHill]

alcohol's an easy answer
except it only offers you half-truths
and then, when you'll listen to anything,
whatever shit it can make up on the spot
- no matter how far-fetched

sweet waters
take your cure
no bucket
deep wells refresh
limestone pure

but how can the poetry of love exist without the hands between the breasts

 

[greenmountaineer]

The Bottom Line

I wanted to be a center
like big Willis Reed was
of the New York Knicks
whose wide body
truncated 6 feet
7 goes down to
5toes
and isn't 66
inches that
go down to
little feet

*footnote​

 

[HarryHill]

The Bottom Line

I wanted to be a center
like big Willis Reed was
of the New York Knicks
whose wide body
truncated 6 feet
7 goes down to
5toes
and isn't 66
inches that
go down to
little feet

*footnote​

..
Ha!