Everyone is gay.
What else can I write?
I don't have the right?
I feel All Apologies for sqeaking past this thread, itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, yellow, poke-a-dot coleeny.
You've been so kind and encouraging with all your, well, kind encouragements, and here you go peomizing and I missed out. :(
Stupid short attention span. If a post has more than two pages to it, I usually skip it. Super sorry with a bottle of boogers on top.
Hey, it's me. You weren't expecting something lemon-fresh, take-home-to-mother, did you?
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley Sorry, but no new stuff until Rot Episode 2: Attack of the Clones is finished. And, no, it's not going to be called that. I think........
well whatever you decide to name your next book - please, please, please be sure to give us all the details. i promise to be among the first in line to purchase one.
its not as bad as all this really - i'm just desperate and bored in this cubicle wasteland...but in my mind i'm free
silly little metaphysical me
stifled by three and a half prefab fabric walls
minding the time while it exists on my wrist - plodding tediously on
finally to find that the magic hour arrives just in time to road rage blaze a manic pathway home
shelter me in my white-walled chamber
to fasten my focus on the telehypnotic waves
with big brother eyes trained on the live as it late-breaking happens
filling with every sight, sound, image
filling up as full as the bloated landfills with my
empty plastic nothing soul.
Originally posted by coleen silly little metaphysical me
stifled by three and a half prefab fabric walls
minding the time while it exists on my wrist - plodding tediously on
finally to find that the magic hour arrives just in time to road rage blaze a manic pathway home
shelter me in my white-walled chamber
to fasten my focus on the telehypnotic waves
with big brother eyes trained on the live as it late-breaking happens
filling with every sight, sound, image
filling up as full as the bloated landfills with my
empty plastic nothing soul.
see what happens when you write...it turns out full of real live chunky real life and that's always the best stuff...
but still if you quit your job you can play tamborine in my band...
Originally posted by Goulet see what happens when you write...it turns out full of real live chunky real life and that's always the best stuff...
but still if you quit your job you can play tamborine in my band...
now that sounds like something i'd be much better suited to....me and my tamborine.
i'm leaving now - not sure which direction i should be heading but i'll try west eventually i'll find you. wait for me?
maybe by the time you're hear my "band" will have more people in it then myself and everything will make much more sense...
and be sure to head west until you hit chicago and then stop right there
maybe your band really only needs you in order to make sense.
but i'll start heading west to chicago and i'll be sure to stop right there. and thats lucky for me because i've been there before so maybe the finding you will be a little less confusing.
Originally posted by coleen maybe your band really only needs you in order to make sense.
but i'll start heading west to chicago and i'll be sure to stop right there. and thats lucky for me because i've been there before so maybe the finding you will be a little less confusing.
it'll be like hide and seek, but with more sexual tension...
and why is it so dead in the poetry hut today,
its like everyone vanished
or got a little bored
Originally posted by coleen i'm sure it will be bubbling over with excitment tomorrow and i'll miss all the fun. but i guess that leaves me loads to catch up on when i get back.
Where are you going and can you bring me back something?
Originally posted by coleen radar i would gladly bring something back for you - but i doubt you'd want something from the hospital. its mostly icky stuff they have there.
All the better.
Why are you hospitaled? Are you pregnant? Is it mine or Goulet's? Perhaps even Gita's........
poor goulet and gita, sullying their good names with imlications that they sired my child. that would make for pretty intriguing poetry on the forum wouldn't it? but if i'm pregnant than i must have missed out on something as well.
in all seriousness though, it isn't anything interesting or dramatic and not very much fun. i'll try to find something to bring back to for you radar.
being of water you crave more water.
the ebb and the flow drifting forever past
your lips, over your tongue, caressing your throat
and i am only air composed in part by mere droplets of moisture
which i will absorb,
which i have synthesized momentarily
in hopes of quenching your thirst
but i wonder would it be enough?
i would wring myself dry for you
until my mouth is dry,
until my eyes are dry,
until my heart is dry,
and i would rain down gently over you if you wanted me to.
you are fluid and you are form
and i am scattered and invisible.
you are heart and i am mind.
you are touchable, kissable, warm, soft flesh
i am simply intangible, malleable, ideals and abstracts.
you are part mars, part pluto - the passion and power
i am just venus - love and harmony
you live in the eighth house and i in the seventh
and they are close,
so close - sex and partnership
so close they are almost just touching
and always if they choose to they can feel the electricity of their proximity
you who are of water - are the ocean
i am of the air
and given the chance i might be your......
we'd make a mysterious pair you and i
but which two are more suited to each other than the ocean and the sky?
when they look at you, they see your beautiful blue
they stand on the shore remaining just beyond your reach
and they recognize your strength
but they are content to be hypnotized by your surface
and they resist ever so subtly the pull of your tide
they are drawn to you by their lust
but in the end they stand on the beach
and maybe they stick their big toe in you
or wade up to their middles in you
and its at that point they begin to register
just how far they are outside of their depth
and the gravity you possess
that's when it begins, either they retreat or you retreat
leaving nothing but your waters swirling around their ankles and kissing their toes
but i the infinite sky, know better
your surface emanates your beauty and your strength
and the tide upon the shoreline carries in it a whisper of the beating of your boundless heart
your emotions run every bit as deep as the immeasurable bottoms of the ocean
and the secret that exists at the core of you
is a universe unto itself
its the place where you create and destroy
where you live and you die and are reborn
and you dream and you hope to one day make your inner world a reality
and being of the air and of the abstracts
this is where i see you most clearly
though you don't see me swirling above you and
gathering your dreams to myself
but when you are churning and swelling
with despair or desire
those are the moments that i absorb you
and your heart and my thoughts become one
it is then that i open myself and rain down with kisses
and caresses
and hum sweet and low until you are drifting and dancing with your dreams
that is as intimate as you and i will ever be
but sometimes when i look off into the horizon
i see the one place where we sometimes meet
and it gets me to thinking of how it could be
we could love like a tempest
wrap our selves in and out and around and through one another
with no regard to anyone or anything else around us
we could tear down our old lives and moan and twist until we've exhausted ourselves and each other
it scares me to think of the damage we'd do.
its only then that i remember we can transcend all of the destruction
and maybe find a little taste of redemption together
Originally posted by Goulet coleen, who the hell are you?
i'm not sure how to respond to that?
i was just bored here at work yesterday and took your advice - wrote whatever came to mind and didn't edit or think about it. thats what came out - craziness isn't it?
Originally posted by coleen i'm not sure how to respond to that?
i was just bored here at work yesterday and took your advice - wrote whatever came to mind and didn't edit or think about it. thats what came out - craziness isn't it?
no its not craziness at all, its poetry in the pure form,
or rather "emotion" in the pure form,
whatever that means,
and you got it sister,
you got it.
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
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E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
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Comments
What else can I write?
I don't have the right?
I feel All Apologies for sqeaking past this thread, itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, yellow, poke-a-dot coleeny.
You've been so kind and encouraging with all your, well, kind encouragements, and here you go peomizing and I missed out. :(
Stupid short attention span. If a post has more than two pages to it, I usually skip it. Super sorry with a bottle of boogers on top.
Hey, it's me. You weren't expecting something lemon-fresh, take-home-to-mother, did you?
ps You wow!
And how!
i really appreciate you taking the time to read them, it means a lot to see that nearly all the poetry forum all-stars have looked this over.
but you know what would be even better? new poems from radar! yep thats exactly what we need around here.
Every reply I make
is glazed poetry cake.
Every claim you stake,
you happy widdle phantom,
I'll be watching you.....
Sorry, but no new stuff until Rot Episode 2: Attack of the Clones is finished. And, no, it's not going to be called that. I think........
well whatever you decide to name your next book - please, please, please be sure to give us all the details. i promise to be among the first in line to purchase one.
YES!
Coleen is sexy AND semantic all at the same time.
Goulet is correct. You had better post more. It is now a requirement.
Much love,
seta
*blushing*
aww....semantic? you really think so?
silly little metaphysical me
stifled by three and a half prefab fabric walls
minding the time while it exists on my wrist - plodding tediously on
finally to find that the magic hour arrives just in time to road rage blaze a manic pathway home
shelter me in my white-walled chamber
to fasten my focus on the telehypnotic waves
with big brother eyes trained on the live as it late-breaking happens
filling with every sight, sound, image
filling up as full as the bloated landfills with my
empty plastic nothing soul.
see what happens when you write...it turns out full of real live chunky real life and that's always the best stuff...
but still if you quit your job you can play tamborine in my band...
now that sounds like something i'd be much better suited to....me and my tamborine.
i'm leaving now - not sure which direction i should be heading but i'll try west eventually i'll find you. wait for me?
and be sure to head west until you hit chicago and then stop right there
but i'll start heading west to chicago and i'll be sure to stop right there. and thats lucky for me because i've been there before so maybe the finding you will be a little less confusing.
it'll be like hide and seek, but with more sexual tension...
and why is it so dead in the poetry hut today,
its like everyone vanished
or got a little bored
it is very quiet in the poetry corner today.
i'm sure it will be bubbling over with excitment tomorrow and i'll miss all the fun. but i guess that leaves me loads to catch up on when i get back.
Where are you going and can you bring me back something?
radar i would gladly bring something back for you - but i doubt you'd want something from the hospital. its mostly icky stuff they have there.
All the better.
Why are you hospitaled? Are you pregnant? Is it mine or Goulet's? Perhaps even Gita's........
wait, did i miss something?
in all seriousness though, it isn't anything interesting or dramatic and not very much fun. i'll try to find something to bring back to for you radar.
Maybe you could snag me one of those dressing gowns that doen't quite cover your tush all the way. Better yet, the only thing I want back is you.
I feel so ooshy for saying that.
i will do my best to liberate a gown for the ooshiest gooshiest boy around.
i smiled into your eyes last night
placed my head upon your chest
i breathed the breath you gave to me
then laid my soul to rest
your heart sang me a lullabye
your words - a starlight gleam
i'll never wish to wake from you
perhaps, my sweetest dream
i want more water
i want some water
my throat's dry
and i'm old
and wrinkled
and my hands hurt
i want more poetry
the ebb and the flow drifting forever past
your lips, over your tongue, caressing your throat
and i am only air composed in part by mere droplets of moisture
which i will absorb,
which i have synthesized momentarily
in hopes of quenching your thirst
but i wonder would it be enough?
i would wring myself dry for you
until my mouth is dry,
until my eyes are dry,
until my heart is dry,
and i would rain down gently over you if you wanted me to.
you are fluid and you are form
and i am scattered and invisible.
you are heart and i am mind.
you are touchable, kissable, warm, soft flesh
i am simply intangible, malleable, ideals and abstracts.
you are part mars, part pluto - the passion and power
i am just venus - love and harmony
you live in the eighth house and i in the seventh
and they are close,
so close - sex and partnership
so close they are almost just touching
and always if they choose to they can feel the electricity of their proximity
you who are of water - are the ocean
i am of the air
and given the chance i might be your......
we'd make a mysterious pair you and i
but which two are more suited to each other than the ocean and the sky?
when they look at you, they see your beautiful blue
they stand on the shore remaining just beyond your reach
and they recognize your strength
but they are content to be hypnotized by your surface
and they resist ever so subtly the pull of your tide
they are drawn to you by their lust
but in the end they stand on the beach
and maybe they stick their big toe in you
or wade up to their middles in you
and its at that point they begin to register
just how far they are outside of their depth
and the gravity you possess
that's when it begins, either they retreat or you retreat
leaving nothing but your waters swirling around their ankles and kissing their toes
but i the infinite sky, know better
your surface emanates your beauty and your strength
and the tide upon the shoreline carries in it a whisper of the beating of your boundless heart
your emotions run every bit as deep as the immeasurable bottoms of the ocean
and the secret that exists at the core of you
is a universe unto itself
its the place where you create and destroy
where you live and you die and are reborn
and you dream and you hope to one day make your inner world a reality
and being of the air and of the abstracts
this is where i see you most clearly
though you don't see me swirling above you and
gathering your dreams to myself
but when you are churning and swelling
with despair or desire
those are the moments that i absorb you
and your heart and my thoughts become one
it is then that i open myself and rain down with kisses
and caresses
and hum sweet and low until you are drifting and dancing with your dreams
that is as intimate as you and i will ever be
but sometimes when i look off into the horizon
i see the one place where we sometimes meet
and it gets me to thinking of how it could be
we could love like a tempest
wrap our selves in and out and around and through one another
with no regard to anyone or anything else around us
we could tear down our old lives and moan and twist until we've exhausted ourselves and each other
it scares me to think of the damage we'd do.
its only then that i remember we can transcend all of the destruction
and maybe find a little taste of redemption together
thank you netters
i'm not sure which made me smile more - your kind words or the fact that you very first post is on this thread.
in any case i appreciate you taking the time to read it and also for your kindness.
and i'm pretty hopeful that one day it will happen.
i'm not sure how to respond to that?
i was just bored here at work yesterday and took your advice - wrote whatever came to mind and didn't edit or think about it. thats what came out - craziness isn't it?
no its not craziness at all, its poetry in the pure form,
or rather "emotion" in the pure form,
whatever that means,
and you got it sister,
you got it.
but i'd much rather read one of your poems.
didn't a week of unencumbered hedonism shake loose even a little poem from you?
i really really liked this!
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!