Poems by PastaNazi

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  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    it's funny... i've actually come to respect that piece, LOL


    :)


    flip the frame
    it's viscosity, baby

    an evolution in glass :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    but... upon your fine advice, i might give 'er a go :)

    thanks hon
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    It only takes a couple hundred years for glass to get hips.
    A warped wish through which
    all things look like they’re underwater.
    Watery and wobbly and even unsure
    like loneliness must mean being alone.
  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    It only takes a couple hundred years for glass to get hips.
    A warped wish through which
    all things look like they’re underwater.
    Watery and wobbly and even unsure
    like loneliness must mean being alone.

    wow that's great!!
    and born from the one line: "It only takes a couple hundred years for glass to get hips"

    impressive! :)
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • rarghrargh-brownstar
    rarghrargh-brownstar Posts: 1,272
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    there is joy and there is green
    in the smallest plants you've ever seen
    across the yawning pond

    whole microcosms live alight
    on dew in sunburnt air
    on red sand rock
    and under lizard feet
    (that might be green)
    that seek a shade in which to rest

    and yet, we daily pray for rain
    for springs to spring
    and water find
    our crevices
    our rushes shake and grow
    while Nature hums "anomaly"

    a tiny tune upon her mouth

    "anomaly, anomaly,
    just wait ten minutes and you'll see,
    your dead rock garden grow
    you wouldn't, but you now must know
    a wish in friendship has been sown
    in air across the sea-ee!"


    :)
    so much talent here

    yum yum for my tum ( thats all i could come up with :p sowwy)
    delicious indeed
    thank u soooooooo much babers!! :)
    Rarghstarfarian.
  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    This is some beautiful inspired writing:

    and yet, we daily pray for rain
    for springs to spring
    and water find
    our crevices
    our rushes shake and grow
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • rarghrargh-brownstar
    rarghrargh-brownstar Posts: 1,272
    Originally posted by PastaNazi



    a tiny tune upon her mouth

    "anomaly, anomaly,
    just wait ten minutes and you'll see,
    your dead rock garden grow
    you wouldn't, but you now must know
    a wish in friendship has been sown
    in air across the sea-ee!"


    :)

    what a sweet and innocent transition in closing
    Rarghstarfarian.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    aww! y'all make me beam :D:D:D:D


    can you hear the little tune in that?
    lol
    i can't help but sing it :)


    thanks ever so


    x
    o
    x
    o
  • EvilToasterElf
    EvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    It only took a hundred years for glass to gain hips
    melted and blasted into curves
    rising in grainy waves from the fertile crescent
    fifty years later they learned to give birth
    and spread small windows across the sea
    though the wind swept around them
    the eyes could see through
    How hollow were the tribes of glass
    who dance on beaches under the heat
    To make love is a toast
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ahhhh.... bravo!

    glass hips
    melted
    blasted
    rising fifty years to give birth
    and spread small windows across the sea
    wind swept the eyes,
    the tribes of glass dance on beaches under heat
    To make love
    a toast


    clink!



    :D


    thank you eviltoasterelf!
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    In my spring's midnight waking dream, she flew into my room with her purpose and landed flat on top of me. She pressed her hands and her arms and her legs to the sides of mine, diligently trying to encircle me yet unable to move through mattress and sheet.
    Eventually, she kissed me, soft, and long, and whimpering... coming to whisper the words "you smell different" as she inhaled me through her nose and mouth. I apologized, calling her "babe", and she said, "It's okay, I like it".

    She always says that.

    She left to undress and returned and in moments (mere moments) we lay sleeping. Dreamed inside the space between, outside ourselves, where We Came to be.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    that's what i get for writing at lunch...

    here's another that's far too short...

    (sorry!)

    Lil’ sweet thing
    knee-high to a barbell
    put her pudgy lil’ fingers
    on the wings of a lady bug.

    She squeezed a little hard
    and then dropped it in the palm of her hand.

    It started climbing up her arm.
    She shrieked and batted it back to the grass.

    She picked it up again.
    Again pinching somewhat brittle wing’s edge to brittle wing’s edge
    and dropped it, again, into the palm of her hand.

    “Stay”, she told it, and smiled.

    Now, everybody knows that a lady bug’s brain, if it even has one, must be very, very small, and this particular lady bug was no different. So, regardless of instruction given by God or by a little girl, it must just move when something seems wrong.

    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

    Be still my heart
    inseparable from God
    allow His great big plan unfold.
    Spin as He lets go.
    Let arms open.
    Slow.
    The dizziness will fade.
    The world may not have changed
    when you open your eyes.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i was going for "Fable", but gave up... lol :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Okay, Pasta, you whispered to me that I should put my deconstructionist's hat on and dig into it, but I liked it too much. I was thinking of little tweaks as I read it, and of course, everyone might disagree with my suggestion below and think your original version far better! Anyway, without further ado, here's my tweak:

    :)

    Knee-high to a barbell,
    A sweet lil' thing
    put her pudgy baby fingers
    on a lady bug's wings.

    She squeezed really hard
    and then she dropped it
    down
    gently
    into the palm of her hand.

    But then, it started up,
    buzzing ticklingly,
    climbing whizzily
    scurrying
    up, up, up her arm!
    She shrieked!,
    and she batted it
    bang with her lil' fist
    back down into...
    somewhere in the grass.

    And all was quiet then.
    Too quiet.

    She looked for it again,
    Prising apart grass stalks
    and twiddling daisies.
    There it was! She picked it up,
    Again pinching that lady bug's
    brittle wings
    together
    wing’s edge to wing’s edge
    nicely
    with her pincer baby fingers
    and opening again that pudgy lil' vice
    she dropped the lady bug,
    once again,
    into the palm of her hand.

    “Stay”,
    she told it,
    and then she smiled.


    (Now, everybody knows that a lady bug’s brain, if it even has one, must be very, very small, and this particular lady bug was no different. So, regardless of instruction given by God or by a little girl, it must just move when something seems wrong.)

    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

    Be still my heart
    inseparable from God
    allow His great big plan unfold.
    Spin as He lets go.
    Let arms open.
    Slow.
    The dizziness will fade.
    The world may not have changed
    when you open your eyes.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    thank you fins!

    love the exclamation point, it's perfect! :D

    those parens were definitely appropriate, too :)

    thank you very much :)
  • bambi girl
    bambi girl Posts: 406
    i have so much to catch up on with you PN.....but little by little i will get through all this....
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i do appreciate you reading, bambigirl... thanks so much :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    laid it at your feet
    turned
    walked away
    the pink stain on a virgin's gown
    and the glow on a cheek
    sashayed through the fray
    through the darkroom
    down the hallway
    a ring tone hand
    touched a hot door knob
    where the otherside firemen
    yelled "don't open it
    you're barefoot,
    you're barefoot
    quite liable to trip"
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    i wish that was my poem

    :)

    amazing, Pasta
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Ooodles of noodles
    And cuddly poodles
    In my zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo Zoodles
    Just wanted to say thanks and bump before I said toodles! :)

    {{{{{{PASTANAZI}}}}}}} :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen

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