Ophelia's Nun

cassia

ahhness, no you: you're the pretty one ! the one who spins
moonbeams into madness that's spiced and sensual YES and we/girl knights of the empire, shall intercept with greenglossed girdles....and jealousies, at bay--Inspiration's deep withinness,
and with gentle bow, I say, tippingly:

Thankyou. Thankyou once and spun-sat, thankyou once again.
Matchmaker madeyou a jewel, dreamed you a dream and now we are three dreaming and four/then more. Circle unto circle,
if you're up it tightens and widens at the base. It's cruel, this month!! So much verging (and never enough privacy)--to blossom accurately in sweet rain and verities of whispered love!!!

No, you're the maestro, the finesser of gemstones' refractive perfume....the light that draws,

thick velvet curtains, mathematical flirtations, brightredorange
Italian walls, crumbling and beautiful.

Suffusing. Say it again, the good story, the beautiful girl with goldenbrown hair. Carve her name in the same night: with me now: She lives, and because of this, we have known love.
All I have, to the pairbond of limitless possibilities: This then
is in-spiration, the spires of inward breathing (fair hope, sparkled dusted in first, yes, pinkgold dawn). Thankyou for swirltipped rambles and flapdoodlings, too

never enough!!but all, all is contained in love. Spin until the dreams cave in. Tsunami out into evening, be happy oh you're
BEAUTIFUL !!! YOU SHINE!!! thankyou for all good breath, happybirthday, wayyy

FinsburyParkCarrots

I shall tell you of the girl with goldenbrown hair.
She is the light in Newton's room.
She is Degas's dancing Beauty.
She is the serendipitous harmonic, knowing all tones,
made by an arco viola.
She is the ease of shooting buds,
And she is bankside honeysuckle
windkissed in AprilMay.
She is Woman, woman-symbol, a jewel
and the reality of touch;
the kiss of fingertips to lips,
And the warmth of a cradled head to a loving breast.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Cabo Wabo bottle colormatchin'
(Turquoise golden green),
Julie's paintin' up her kitchen
as a vitalogic scene
Of the sun upon Mount Rainier
and noon by Puget Sound
There's not a mind that's brainier
Than Julie's, when she's bound
By emeraldic dreaming
of a ship on blissward seas.
She has her homestead gleaming
Cabo Wabo lovin' ease.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Half moon cuticles
star touch

Recuperative magic
across space

my love
thank you for all you are

DopeBeastie

get better
ditch drinker

FinsburyParkCarrots

I theeeeenk
it was not the dreeeeeenk
from deee deeetch

Mayhappppp
It was deeee kebaaaaaaabbb

Anyway, I got food poisoning of some sort and was really sick for about two days, but I'm feeling a bit better. Thanks, PastaNazi!

anOmis

thats by far one of my fav. threads
and plz keep in mind that i read all the poems posted here...

FPC& his friends..u take my breath away!

FinsburyParkCarrots

You're not unusual flowers,
sophisticated flora,
The one coiling spring of adversity,
The bloom of the slightly ugly exceptional
marking you out for the beauty of singularity.
You haven't grown upwards and outwards
out of a vulnerable quirkiness.
Your heads aren't bowed with the weight of what you claim
to be the burden of life in your sinewy shoots.

You're weeds,
muscly,
packed,
incestuous,
inexorable,
pushingpushingpushing
clamouring
choking the ground.

But then, you would have it otherwise.

Buru

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
Cabo Wabo bottle colormatchin'
(Turquoise golden green),
Julie's paintin' up her kitchen
as a vitalogic scene
Of the sun upon Mount Rainier
and noon by Puget Sound
There's not a mind that's brainier
Than Julie's, when she's bound
By emeraldic dreaming
of a ship on blissward seas.
She has her homestead gleaming
Cabo Wabo lovin' ease.

vitalogic????
Is that even a word?

Buru

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
I theeeeenk
it was not the dreeeeeenk
from deee deeetch

Mayhappppp
It was deeee kebaaaaaaabbb

Anyway, I got food poisoning of some sort and was really sick for about two days, but I'm feeling a bit better. Thanks, PastaNazi!

:(

glad you're feeling better now

FinsburyParkCarrots

It lasted longer than two days...it got a lot worse. I'm fine today though, thanks, Buru. All systems normal!

Buru

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
It lasted longer than two days...it got a lot worse. I'm fine today though, thanks, Buru. All systems normal!

Nasty Keebabs

Nasty keebabs made Finsy sick
He rolled in beds for days,
And cursed his feeding ways
While praying for the end of it

That awful pain of whirling motion
Left him with no other option
Than visits to the bathroom to and fro
Look at him! Watch him go

On and on
And on he goes
Look at that, it just came out
Are those...are those toes?

Nasty nasty keebabs
Maybe Dirty Frank prepared them.

FinsburyParkCarrots

I can laugh now.... but ....

phew


PS Satan invented the suppository.

DopeBeastie

lol

FinsburyParkCarrots

I can just see Sir Philip Sidney in a poet's retreat
having invented the word "Conversation"
suffering the visionary in the loin cloth and the thousandyard stare

I can just see Shakespeare
giving up his Avon speculations, his handy bits of real estate
and his love of merlot and pickled herrings
to worship some insufferable dullard with a Koresh twitch
going all Bagwan Roshneesh on the only cushion in the tent

I really can see so clearly Wordsworth giving up his solitary walks
to talk to a bunch of eejits about how great it is being a bunch of eejits
and is that Philip Larkin I see unclipping those bicycle clips from his trousers
and loosening his beads
to join the teepee? To quote the great man himself, "Is it fuck"?

But that is Yeats I see going into the poet's commune?
Yes,
yes,
it is,
it is,
yes.

After all, he joined the fascists, the buffoon.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Excuse me, Sir, forgive my manners
If I sound like crashing spanners:
When you say you're wonder's warlock,
You talk plural of the bollock.

FinsburyParkCarrots

And now it is part three, I say yo!
Brought to you by lovely dyao...

dyaogirl

Part Three: Don't follow leaders, and watch the parking meters"



I drink my Merlot
with a shot of Tequila
Telescopic visions of guardian angels
Paint pictures of stars
Their Distortions of light
Shine on dimly lit paths

Hey, another shot perhaps
I strain and grope for the bridge to heaven
Oh, but for those dimly lit stars
The heavens unfold into wordless nothings

Knowingly I knock the scope to the ground

Yet, here it is

It’s not them never was

It’s me

I’m reflected in those countless the grains of sand
Illuminating perfection on this beautiful beach
My tangerine toes buried in it’s warmth
I radiate sun and shape the stars
Death is not the bridge to heaven
As I tune in and drink my Merlot
with a shot of Tequila

Forever in Blue Agave Dreams

FinsburyParkCarrots

I will drink merlot with you
outside the teepee
and I will love you forever.

You're enough to make me halloooo
your name
to all the birds above me
and get backing from Eddie Vedder.

:D:D

DopeBeastie

dirrrrrrrtyyyyyyyyy.... but i'm glad it wasn't the ditch... that could have gone seriously worse...