Poetry exercise: Theme - Scent and memory

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  • Kwyjibo
    Kwyjibo Posts: 662
    whiskey, mixed with stomach acid
    poured all over the cement
    reminds me of that time last year
    when I held you in my arms
    and for once in my life,
    my God, I had nothing to fear.
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • burtschips
    burtschips Posts: 734
    My scent is heat
    searing moist heat
    artificial cool in a cabin
    a blanket sledge of heat
    moved into from an air curtain
    crushed under its intensity
    branded by its conviction
    weighted into descent
    heat that scents itself
    Salut baloo
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    stale cigarettes,
    ashes in a dish,
    try to sleep next to that..

    can't move,
    nights of black stains,
    stun the sciatic nerve..

    convulse with discontent,
    grasp at the miles ahead,
    the green grass above you has been freshly cut..

    and it's another night in middle america,
    steaks seared to a sizzle,
    another bottle of Syrah please..
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    Intensive care unit smells of cold,
    and darkness smells of a new feeding tube
    or a freshly sanitized linoleum floor.

    This sterile inhalation (through the mouth only)
    cleans out thought
    of leaving
    the same
    as you
    were
    bef
    or
    e
    .
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Great sig, Bibliobella.
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    ISN wrote:
    this is great!!!!

    olderman is a man for all seasons.....and he knows all the reasons
    boys and girls go to play......and he's very very gay!!!!

    it is true ..
    i am a lesbian trapped in a man's body...
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • lengthy
    lengthy Posts: 21
    olderman wrote:
    it is true ..
    i am a lesbian trapped in a man's body...

    Finally! My Dream 8er8 Person! The best of ALL Worlds and what the truly evolved will be.

    I can't even begin to TELL you the fantasies I've had about having a lesbian manbody ravaging me - "is that your arm or mine, are those my toes or yours? No matter, we love us!

    ~ D.D.
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    a white hot pill box on an oily beach in the south of Spain,
    wherein youngsters pretend to be soldiers,
    defending the old world from an invasion of salted sea dogs,
    whose tempered leathered skins,
    once ruled the seas and coastlines,
    twice ruled the southern plains..

    the bodegas now are filled with wine,
    gypsies stomp upon the grapes,
    such is the scent of Andalusia,
    this is my memory,
    of the beautiful Senoritas,
    dancing Flamenco,
    clapping Castanedas,
    smiling at me,
    a young man,
    enthralled
    and
    in lust
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • pearlmutt
    pearlmutt Posts: 392
    olderman, that's breath-taking-ly fabulous, a gorgeous partnering of words.

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