Poetry Game, Anyone?

[davids]

street signs off on that damn bastard drunk
the language of effervescent idiosyncratic tumult
go ahead sign off again-you never had the guts
to show the way.

street's bar and grill
mahogony maidens holding up half-filled glasses
surface scratched with lunatic prayers
that piece together scotch and beer
and buddy can you spare a dime

Buddy Street signs the tab
You bastards ever pay?
No traffice passed in Buddie's soul
the light was stuck on red.
***

I apologize to you paint-just could not resist
next word -rages-in honor of pink

[LimeyDawg]

What is it within us that, when faced with the
prospect of caged chickens,
rages against the
injustice of their existence
to demand
"Free-Range?"

Yet
at the same time,
allows me comfort in knowing that
three minutes from now,
I'll have their free-range children
perfectly hard-boiled?

Next word: hypocrisy

[black winged fighter]

The hypocrisy
of your touch -
"I love you -
don't get too close -"
spills oily fire
in the skin
of my heart.

Next Word: oil

[LimeyDawg]

A soft touch,
a warm smile,
are oil in the engine of change
that drives the bitterness from
our hearts
only to leave us
in a state of bliss.

Next Word: bliss

[poetinahat]

bliss in a packet
promised the
rickety tin
mensroom dispenser
the lowlit photo showed
a moaning coupling couple
haircuts dating poorly

still, their magic moment
thirty-odd years ago
earned them posterity
in a hairstrewn truckstop head
if they're still joined
it was a quarter
as well spent
as they would've been.

Next word: haircut

[KTC]

I still remember our first bliss,
how it careened off the edge
of that brittle place,
how friends and lovers
became lovers and friends.
The confusion of those
surrounding us,
you with your new Jam haircut,
me with my uptight mohawk,
laughing on the bed
drinking vodka from each other's clothing.
Him, unsuspecting,
rolling joints for the masses,
not caring that his hearts
were melting,
entering one another,
leaving him behind.

Next Word: Melting

[Eveningsdawn]

centaur

the sun is melting-hot;
so too is the black horse's back,
from his morning outside.
mounted saddleless, i feel
as if the heat glues us together,
my legs to his sides.
horse and human becoming one,
becoming myth.

next word: mythos

[KTC]

Horse and human,
melting to one,
the mythos of many a tale.
Why not something more serene,
more inviting than the sublime?
The melting of two bodies into one,
Arms and legs,
the limbs we use for grappling,
grasping for each other
in the heat of passion,
melting.

Next word: passion

[davids]

Passion is as passion does
to fill the world with love or hate
to stress the righteous toils of those
that never chance for passions peal.

Next word: always

[Paint]

faint whisper
sure as the
water borne
on the wind

hisses
on silver
sweet wings to
soul of man
always,

revolution!


next word: hiss

[Unique]

Listen to the blade
As it slides in
Wicked little hiss
Like scales on skin

Next word: Snake

[SpookyWriter]

Slither he did
while the sand glittered, and
dust bittered his lids

Next word: bitten

[davids]

Bitten by fleas
bitten by mees
if I stand for a while
I'll get bit on my butt

next word: revel

[black winged fighter]

That last night
when my hands reveled in your
touch (again, please, right there)
and glowed yellow with purple thrumming
in the centers...
I knew it was the last night,
and my hands ate it
up,
hungry for clematis and pollen,
melted butter and lilacs.
They tingle as I type this,
remembering,
and remembering is not enough.

Next Word: enough

[SpookyWriter]

The cup, brimming of poision nectar,
was full enough, as
we haste not to waste,
not such; as is, we surely did, and
we, fair man, bronzed and sturied,
take not this taste brazen by a lighten mind, and yet
while tiss we delve pitiously in disgrace, and
soon we must leave this place,
of enough with posthaste, and
a never forget our disgrace


Next word: quiver

[KTC]

I shake, treelike,
denying my bones,
crying tribal mantras
across the abyss
of time lengthening the shadows
along the thin edge of grime
blanketing the dusty dancefloor.
I quiver,
emancipated from my skull,
that confining prison
forbidding my electric intake
of air, the simple pleasure of breath.
Hyperbole surrounds me as I leave my limbs,
make true my promise of flight,
as I awkwardly dive through blistered glass shards,
preparing to leave this place
with the haste mentioned in past poetics,
tipping my tiara to slightly askew,
I find the door,
limber myself for escape,
and kiss the air with the promise
of my unlikely return.

Next word: ESCAPE

[black winged fighter]

Late in the night
she would jerk awake,
shake
and rattle her bones to upright thought -
she would run outside,
over moor
and hill,
to rocks and the stump of her
favorite tree (a long time ago) -
on her knees
she would cling to it
and cry.
But she knew:
there is no escape
from dreams,
No, not even in
nightmares.


Next Word: cry

[KTC]

I too knew of a favourite tree,
Clung to its roots and cried.
Falling from its limbs
was bliss,
like liquid nirvana.
Swimming to the bottom,
I would whoop,
stretch my arms in swan dives
and prepare for the certain crunch
of breaking limbs.
But it was worth it,
falling from grace
from my favourite tree,
reaching for nirvana in the air between.

Next word: Grace

[davids]

Grace, pungent, flowering love,
came to me as I lay, so cold so damp with sweat.
A desperate Angel at my side to help her fill herself,
and somehow no, it mattered not as I looked toward the screen
to see myself, this crumpled mass
awaiting Grace to expiate, to honor all our sins.

The Angel laughed, she cussed then spat, asked me for a drink.
What's the matter, where you been my lovely Angel B!tch?
Aint you ever seen, a poor and lonely dein' man?
She held me up, she held me tight,
she laughed once more then let me drop.

Oh Christ, oh heaven, where you bin?
My lovely, Angel, drinkin' B!tch.





Next word: Justice

[Paint]

Elusive
justice
must be ridden
like a wild, screaming mustang
thrown down, written
in infallible ink
enforced.

Only then
will she submit
and be true.

next word: submit

[Eveningsdawn]

I watch him submit
to bit
and bridle.
Even after
so long I am awed
by this animal,
who is tall,
and strong,
who is willing
to submit
to bit
and bridle.
and how a cue
from my hand
(or leg or voice or seat)
will make him run -
or stop, and wait,
one ear cocked back,
waiting to submit
to bit
and bridle.


next word: stop

[Godfather]

another blow landed
on her once-pretty face
she tries to hide in the open
but she can't hide no place.

and her throat screams
to anybody who can hear
to heaven and to hell
but there's nobody near.

her beautiful face bruised
nothing left of her pride
her dignity, burned
now, she's stuck inside

she takes another blow
from bottom to top,
but she can't take anymore
good lord, stop!


next word: blow

[black winged fighter]

He lands a soft blow
on my shoulder.
I laugh.
"Punch harder -
tickling me won't get rid of any of that
agression."
He says no,
ashamed to have tapped a girl
like that.
I understand.
"Hit me." I smile as I say it.
"I want to see what you're really
made of."
So he punches me a bit
harder.
Not full strength -
never full strength.
And I understand -
I always understand.

Next Word: understand.

[ricahardo]

Ah yes, I see,
It's clear to me,
I'll make no bones -
it's in the stones,
I got the feel -
it's really real!
no need to say -
I've found the way
Self explicit
indeed implicit,
the signal's strong
I can't go wrong.

But what you said
is in my head -
are you sure?
Wait - let's explore..
No - not exact
it's more compact
Just like that!
Right off the bat.

What's that you say
it's not the way?
Our lines were crossed
the signals lost.
How could I make
this sad mistake?

I really planned
to understand.

Next word: Listen

[black winged fighter]

"Listen - "
she says, breath
half-caught, heart
half-beating -
"I understand. You dont have to
explain anything.
It's okay."
Inside her, a black
crack
just opened up,
and it glows in reverse,
stealing her
light.
She's fading,
and she understands,
and she doesn't want to hurt him.
No, she'd never hurt
him.

Next Word: him

[ricahardo]

Him

Him.

The word resonates,
an echo of character
like the sound of an old oak bench
being firmly dragged across the ancient stone floor
of a fine cathedral.

It stands resolute,
challenging all comers.
Not arrogant, but firm.
Defying hatred, defending frailty.

'Pass friend!' It seems to say
'and welcome, under my protection.'
'Join my family and eat at my table.
But sit at my hearth only if you come in friendship
and woe unto those that would march in treachery.'

There stands fortitude and security.

Him.

Next word (yes you guessed it!) Her

[black winged fighter]

There wasn't much he could do
to her
that she hadn't already done to
herself.
But -
he didn't want to smother her;
so he stayed away.
He didn't want to smother her,
and couldn't if he tried.
After all:
she never let herself
breathe.

Next Word: breathe

[Eveningsdawn]

Her.

There have been three -
no. lie. four -
hers that shaped my life,
me, and who I am.
the first (and oldest,
and most important)
is the closest, still,
although not
in a geographic sense,
and is the only one
I did and do not love that way
(you know the way I mean -
romantically).
she brought me to writing;
I owe her the world for that.
the second (the one who
loved me built me broke me),
is different, dark-haired;
I called her lover once.
she made me realize what I am
and who I am not.
the third (the strangest,
most deeply enigmatic)
manages to both scare
and fascinate me at one stroke.
she's a writer too - just like
all the others,
and her way with words
inspires me to greater heights.
but again, she's teaching me
(without realizing it)
about who I am and what I want...
and what I don't.
the fourth (although I've
known her as long as the first,
it's only these past few years
that I've truly discovered her)
is clearer-cut than all the others,
easier to read, and
something about her makes me
calmer, freer, more settled in my mind
and in my skin.
she's the one I love right now,
enough to give up things for her,
enough to say,
this is my girlfriend.
she makes me speak the truth,
no matter how hard it is
or how little I want to reveal it.

there have been four hers
that shaped my life,
me, and who I am.
lone-wolf, dragon, demon,
and the unexpected love.

next word: unexpected

(wow, that was long.)

[black winged fighter]

That night
she looked into those eyes;
he looked back,
and they didn't kiss.
That unlooked-for night,
when they did not kiss,
and she learned to
unexpect his ligner-touch.
That single night
in a long line of many past
and yet to come,
when they lay so close,
but never touched,
and could not expect to.

Next Word: linger

[Nyna]

Lingering aftertaste. Sensation of spiders
where there are no spiders, the brush of a hand
when there's no one around.
I heard your voice the other day, and turned
to face another empty room.
A shadow without shape, a body without life.
Life without hope. Half present.

Leave me here while the water rises,
your footprints in sand washed away by the tide.
Leave me here while the water rises,
your voice lost between sea and sky.
Leave me here while the water rises,
an itch I can't scratch in the back of my mind.
Leave me here while the water rises.

Linger on a moment longer. Wait
for dawn, for the tide, for the sun to rise.
Not much longer. I can almost see you, now.
I can almost touch you.
Linger on a moment, Love, while the water rises.

Next Word: rise

[black winged fighter]

There's a curve
at her side
she's quite proud of -
a single up-down scoop curve.
When she lies in bed,
she lies just so;
when she rises up,
she comes just so
to better show
a curve that no one else
has ever seen.


Next Word: proud

[Paint]

They stand in a line
small children
hang
from legs and arms.

Proud
weary
sisters together
at the County Clerk
office.

Hope
prayer
the papers they hold
against
a deadbeat;
the man they once
loved,
will feed the
hungry.


next word: hang

[Shiraz]

Sheets of white linen
Flow in the spring breeze

Fresh and cool
It sifts through the weaved cotton threads
Working in unison
With the warmth of the sun

All unaware of the cable above
Where the robin is perched
Waiting

Next word: surprise

[davids]

She was a surprise package
a bolt of lightning for my heart
some fizzy sparkling sugar
to melt on tip toed tongues

Next word-chasm

[Paint]

when it is about money
we fall into a word-chasm
large blank spaces
that we drop
tumbling down
until we come to rest
on the hard bottom
of our angst.


next word: money

[ricahardo]

It's not that we want it,
great gobs of the stuff,
burning proverbial holes.

No,

We just don't want the lack of it.

This is what makes us accept other peoples'
- a perceived need conveniently fulfilled
by faceless organizations,
so friendly in their marketing
and yet souless in the collection of debts
that they, in their enthusiasm,
made ludicrously easy for us to accumulate.

We don't want money.
We just don't want to want.


Next word: Want

[davids]

We want you want they want
to fly and fulfill our sweet dreams
the times that pass are swiftly gone
and dreams fly on alone

next word: coral

[LimeyDawg]

A single moment captured in my mind's eye,
stored for whatever definition of eternity
this life offers me.

A man and boy, by a slow river, testing the depths
of the water with invisible strings
hoping to find luck there.

Until this point they lived as neighbors,
separated by green hedgerows and
homespun half-truths.

Now, in this moment, they are separated by
nothing but ignorance
of each other.

Then, in a brief moment of clarity,
the boy notices the reflections
in the slow, cool waters.

The neighbor, oblivious, does not notice
the boy's surprise at how similar
the two reflections are.

Suddenly it all makes sense,
there in that fleeting moment
between sideways glances.

Why mum was so adament
that he go fishing on
that summer's day.

Not, to the river, were
the lines cast in hope
of a catch,

but sideways, across time
and lies from father
to son.

Next word: father

[LimeyDawg]

Oops, sorry Davids, we must have posted at the same time

[alanna]

word: coral

Liked this poem so much I'm editing it for submission. If you're curious, PM me!

:)


next word: impact

[Paint]

Our Father
not me or mine
Our
Father
Can Our Father
be our mother too?
focus
impact the moment--
Our Father
Is it okay to pray
for what I want
not need?
wait
Our Father
oh
You have been waiting
all this time?
Our Father
please.

next word: focus

[ddgryphon]

He speaks to me
words sweet
dangerous
breath heavy
with absinthe

Harm will come
destruction flow
worlds will end
with love

His warmth washes
me with each syllable
focus lost
with him

He speaks to me
blind I follow
giving myself over
with him

*********************************
Next word: follow

[davids]

We must follow the dagger that bleeds our heart
for remorse is a privilege accepted too soon
for our hearts never thought that the soul could deny
as hearts and minds live in unequal harmony

next word: leitmotif

[ddgryphon]

You could say
that destruction
and the sound of
thunder passing
is the leitmotif
that plays
beneath my
life's shadows.

**********************

Next word: Thunder

[davids]

I rode Thunder into oblivion
the little town of my soul
it rattled, dusty streets inside
till Thunder threw me down
on the little road of dusty souls
to sip a drink and feel renewed
to start down the trail once more

next word: monolith

[black winged fighter]

She was the frailest
monolith
he'd ever met,
draped in saffron curves
to disguise
the rigid
and the brittle
beneath.

Next Word: beneath

[Unique]

Beneath the waves tonight
I'll sleep
gaze up at moonlit skies
and all the days
as they float past
look the same through
pearly eyes

Seaweed for my locks I wear
and barnacles for teeth
the crabs and fish
have had their feast
my coraled bones
became their reef

Next word: coral

[emeraldcite]

Her fingers are as hard as coral
and draw dark, red streamlets from my skin
just as Moses who called water from rock.

Her voice is breathy in my ear as she pleads,
wind through rushes in the evening, whistling
between the teeth of rocks.

My limbs are frozen by her touch, my muscles harden
in rigor mortis and i cry out,
but my vocal cords are as brittle as my ego.

She strokes that ego with her bony hands,
playing the ivories of my heart,
a syncopated rhythm drummed out of my chest.

I sigh and disappear, a fragment in her vision,
a whisp in her dream. I am the smoke
of that last drag on her cigarette.

new word: fragment

[black winged fighter]

and in the darkness
overhead
the storm fragmented into
a million butterflies -
knife-edge wings flutting
this way and that -
and the story never ended,
and thus did not begin -
the run-on sentence of life
spiraling away
in a mad rush
of colored wings and wind

Next Word: end

[Unique]

And in the end
the hollow echo
of the last great groaning
was heard by no one

The earth split wide
the seas lost their shorelines
and all life vanished
into the swirling vortex

And in the end
it mattered not
those with ears to hear
had long since disappeared

Next word: vortex

[SpookyWriter]

The sunset was swallowed
by a single fellow
who turned yellow, and
like a vortex of past pretext,
became a periphery of what was to follow

Next word: scare

[KTC]

Eating sunshine,
at first a scare,
After digestion
I see more clearly
those images
that once burned
with an afterglow of pain
in the corner
of my watering eyes.

Next word: images

[Albedo of Zero]

I wish for another touch
just one
but instead I have these images
black and cold,
gray and hollow
memories, flash-frozen
frames of mind long exhausted

just another touch
to feel warm
one more time


next word: melt

[black winged fighter]

She has been trying to forget
how to melt -
sitting next to strangers
on the bus,
at the park,
at her work....
she works on staying rigid-self,
on not thinking about
him,
on not wishing for
his touch,
on not craving
his presence.
It's not working.

Next Word: crave

[KTC]

Crave, though she will,
she cannot face his touch,
Her liquid shiver
as he approaches,
hot from the field,
intimidates her longing,
makes quick her flight.
She reaches,
stretches fingers to glass,
as he turns the soil,
burns with desire
through the safety of windows,
but cannot allow herself
the moment of embrace,
as he enters her proximity.

Next word: windows

[black winged fighter]

The windows had bars
when she was little -
not to keep her in,
but to keep the world
out.
Separate from winter
and summer,
and that one Spring day
of rain birds and gun shots -
she sat in her bar cage,
dangled her leg into the world, and
waited.

Next Word: wait

[ddgryphon]

Knowing I
wait--
I must always
wait--
for you to notice.
Your blind heart will one day know my love.

************************************************** *******
Next word: Blind

[davids]

We played Blind Man's Bluff
on a hillside where smoke deferred
to screams of loss.
Where my friends and comrades
plied their trade,
and thought of a life which died
as friends and comrades plied their trade

Next word: melee

[Paint]

I want to be in a Thrash Band
stomping around
in leather hip boots
on stage
in a hoodie with horns.

I want my hair to be thatched
with purple spun string
green teeth and tattoos
so intense I don't need clothes.

I want to be in Melee
grind my vocals and scream
get it all out, break stuff in
anger and musky blood.

I want to be a rock star
but I can't get weekends off.

next word: tattoo

[ricahardo]

Tattoo


In a word there are great distances,
great journeys oft unseen
and so it is with this one
as I think you'll see I mean:

For how can this uncommon word
mean such disparate things to folk -
where some would see a marching band
that plays old 'Hearts of Oak'

and others yet a parlor
of uncertain cleanliness
where artists of the underground
apply their painful ink finesse.

Next word: Edinburgh

[davids]

A young man went to Edinburgh
full of sauce and hope was he
Across the Firth to butchers heaven
where whisky flowed
and children listened

The Scotsman lifted up his glass
to toast the New Year in
there's the tall dark lad
to be sure to first foot in

The clock struck midnight
as I carried the coal
a lump of dirty junk
to bring the luck
for joy abounds in the town
where butchers souls do thrive.

The blonde sweet lass
that looked at me
at sixteen full of hope and glee
died that year in auto terror
to smash the first footing
of my soul

Next word: sorrow

[KTC]

Sorrow creeps
lightly into every day.
A whisper, at first,
a sublime shiver
causing me to hunker
ever closer.
The realization
that I am a tree,
with leaves quickly falling,
brings my sorrow to me,
a hush, at first,
then whisper turns to scream.

Next word: tree

[davids]

A tree that grows in Loveland
was proud and tall but sad
My father said to do so,
to cover, give and love

I have spread my roots
to cull the places
of holding peace for you
then something came that
caused me pain
so now I sit with you

No longer proud or tall, but sad.
I stand with brothers tables and chairs
to rot one day in discarded dread
I shall never stand tall or proud again

Next word: waste

[black winged fighter]

She wastes breath
murmuring to herself
three words
over and over - and
over time,
she will forget
to inhale
for her own sake.

Next Word: sake

[davids]

For your sake and mine
don't give me no fried beans
for to sit with my love
and endanger her nose
would be like
flying and farting to hell

Next word: cantankerous

[Shiraz]

Cruel accusations
Dismissed

Hurtful words hard pressed
To make me cringe
In agony
Dissipate in mid-air

Unwarranted anger
Ignored

You are only an irritant

Indignant resentment non-existent
For my own sake

Next word: Bitterness


Oh crud - another post made while I drafted this. Now what?

[davids]

I have tasted the bitterness
of my soul's black-hole delight.
Sucked remains
of discarded hate.


To sit back,
cherish the thoughts,
love which I love,
fills me with joy.

The Bitterness River flows far far away

Next word:rudder

[ricahardo]

They glide smoothly,
Pre-programmed missiles of complex emotion
heat seeking the warmth of satisfaction
which some modern masking device
refuses to reveal.

They enter many portals,
rarely straying from their chosen coordinates
but like interstellar spacemen
they stand in danger of
dying on the way.

If only they were human
and freewill gave them choice to guide the journey,
perhaps they'd find the target zone
before last drops of living fuel
should burn away.

But wait! Of course they're human -
these mindless drones are men in middleage,
locked upon their target dreams
and sleeping as their 'could be' lives
surround them every day.

Oh - but for a rudder
And the inspiration of sudden change of plan
then the tank that's nearly empty
might find a destination
and a waiting 'welcome home!'

Next word: Derelict

[KTC]

It is run down now,
quite derelict to look at.
But, once,
not long ago,
it was nirvana...
a little rendezvous nightclub,
hot with the motion of bodies
on a sea of dancefloor,
foam green
and melting with movement.
All those little havens
once travelled in the blackened night,
are now rotting slowly,
slipping into the distance
of time.
And I,
with my mangled and aging frame,
want less
the movement of limbs.
Derelict though I may be,
I shall always dance
in the heart of the world,
that place in my memory
where bodies still shiver into one,
mold to the beat of the tribal drums
as they sail across a sea of green
in a time now frozen forever
in a nirvana of the aging mind.

Next word: Nirvana

[Angelinity]

I read it in their eyes, you see,
(That night I well remember)
'Nirvana' - there, it winked at me!
They begged to be dismembered...

Of what I stand accused, do say,
That I obliged their yearning?
Their secret wish I did obey?
Nirvana's what they're earning!


next word: Persephone

[davids]

Persephone with an I
a red head blaze of fire
a girl to love and to obey
for fear of wrathful rage

Next word: fun

[Paint]

She worked too hard
at her regimented life.
Never got enough sleep
providing for her family.
Always paid the bills on time
got the laundry done, late.

He slept late most days
after a long night
of television and movies
he was rough on the children
complaining loudly
they would not do a thing.

He wanted her to drink
with him that Friday night
just get a little fuzzy
maybe just get a little
when she told him no
she was working the next day
he sneered in her face
"you're no fun, and you never were."

next word: regimented

[KTC]

I have never felt so stifled,
so regimented by the hefty,
yet somehow sublime
use of word prompts
being used of late
in this game of fate!

Next word: sublime

[black winged fighter]

Long day.
Work.
Home to
more work -
and then the refuge of a pillow,
the sublime and subliminal thoughts
so ready eager
to flow forth
and spill on the pillow,
sheets,
duvet -
stain them crimson black and silver
and chai -
sweet spice dreams that ache the legs
and the arms,
and the chest -
but glint the eyes -
when waking creeps up.

Next Word: subliminal

[freazbrd]

without knowing we hear
without hearing we see
without seeing we do
in doing we have heard

next theme - content

[persiphone_hellecat]

I like to be obeyed, it's true.
I enjoy telling others just what to do.
I give orders, but only just once.
Simple to follow, unless you're a dunce.
But just in case you should happen to slip,
I'll be right there with my crop and my whip.
You, see, you'll learn this red-headed Mistress
Demands a whole lot more than just adequateness.
But you'll find that I'm really not that hard to please
When you're down on the floor, looking up from your knees.
If you want this Dominatrix truly content.
Just kneel there quietly with no dissent.

Next theme -egg salad

[KTC]

No themes. Just words.

[KTC]

Taking salad from the above.



In a dream
I often have
we are sitting on a bench,
you and I.
Tall grass surrounds us,
the dog at our feet
chewing sublimely on an alder branch.
I watch closely
to the movement of the grass
try to decipher its message.
You, at my side
tell me tales of your day,
reaching such platitudes of excitement
all I can do is sigh.
We are eating salad,
packed for the trip
a pseudo-picnic,
complete with doggy treats
and lemonade.
Later in the dream,
after darkness enters,
I am on my deathbed
remembering the whispering grass.
I look to my side
and there you are.
My final words,
a whispering lament,
a requiem for our time together,
"My son. My son."


Next word: lament

[ricahardo]

Cry for the loss of innocence,
the stuff of yesteryear,
where words meant more
than they do today
and colors burned more brightly.

Cry for the loss of dignity,
the days of a friendly wave,
where everyone on sunday morn'
would tip their hat and smile
a greeting to the neighborhood.

Cry for the loss of creativity,
of a simpler time and place,
where poems read in solitude
would others then beget
and imagination found such friends.

But smile that we remember
those gentler times back then
and let us not forget them
but fight to carry on,
reviving both the spirit and the song.

Next word: Song

[ddgryphon]

I thought I'd sing
a sweet refrain
a song to clear
the air

I thought I'd dance
some happiness
a soft shoe slide
to share

I thought someone
might notice and
their day would be
more fair

but no one smiled
all the while
face to the ground
they stare

I wonder
were they deaf?

held by shadows
beyond the sea
beyond you
beyond me

locked from desire
to love

to love or even
care

*********************

Next word: desire

[davids]

A desire so secret
to pull at and fight with
to throw high with hope
to sorrow my soul
in pleasure denied

Next word: twinge

[persiphone_hellecat]

I get a twinge within my soul every time I see
People making life more complicated than it needs to be
I learned a long, long time ago life isn't so mysterious
and it goes a whole lot smoother if you don't take it too serious.
Young people who don't learn to chill and roll with all the punches
End up as old farts in bars, enjoying liquid lunches.


Next WORD - symbiosis

[davids]

No takers for symbiosis
the threat would lead to mitosis
A thistle of mistle
to polish my gew-gaw and gimcrack

Next word-heirloom

[persiphone_hellecat]

It was a family heirloom
Packed away with care
The kids would like to play with it
But none of them would dare.

It belonged to Grandma
And to her Grandma as well
A precious piece of history
With its own tales to tell

Then one day Grandma died
And much to my surprise
It was left to me in her will.
Mine - at her demise.

I cradled it and took it home
To proudly display for all
It sat there for years and years
On a shelf upon my wall.

Then one day watching PBS
I heard exciting news
Antiques Roadshow was coming to town
To give antiques values.

I carefully took it off the shelf
and packed it in a box
And what the appraiser told me
Knocked me off my socks.

I sent it off to Christies
They listed it for sale.
Six weeks later came
A check by US Mail

Two hundred and seventy thousand bucks
I could hardly believe it was true
Great Grandma's aging piece of junk
Turned out to be worth beaucoups

Now I drive a Cadillac
and my hubby has a Benz
Last summer we took a cruise
with six of our best friends

Heirlooms are OK I guess
But I am here to tell
Wait for Antiques Roadshow
And tell them you want to sell!

sobriety

[KTC]

It should be easy,
like wrist slitting
and jumping,
Just a matter of will.
That final taste, though,
the drop at the bottom,
such an elixir,
a promise of hangovers
and mai tai umbrellas
poking into the flesh
of my dreams.
Sobriety,
such a dubious goal.
I'll get there tomorrow.
I'll get there tomorrow.

Next Word: Will

[threedogpeople]

Will I
or
won’t I?

Can I
or
don’t I?

Should I
or
couldn’t I?

Who cares?
She sighs.

Next word(s) - paper angel

[KTC]

One Word

[KTC]

Taking Angel from above.



Spinning down
concrete meets
the arc of my dance,
slaps amusement out
of an otherwise perfect day.
Nostrils hollow
from the inhalation.
Tickle in the throat
the only reminder of the release
brought forth
before the fall.
That and the angel
hovering over my shoulder.
Something I can bat at
on my way back up.

Next word: Hollow

[threedogpeople]

One Word

No worries....

[KTC]

No worries....

Sorry folks. I never know when my OCD is gonna strike! (-;

[threedogpeople]

hollow echo

rhythmic B..E..A..T..

fear in my heart

panic in my feet.



Next word: Heart

[KTC]

Is that my heart,
soaring above the heat
of my scattered dream?
My sullen rhythm
shattered again
to a hollow drumbeat,
disappearing in the pinking dawn.
Circadian dance
moves lethargic
through me,
offers its awkward breath
into the ghost of my mind.
And the noise
in the background?
The thump of a bassdrum?
The edge of my dream
reaching forward
with lunar angst?


Next word: Dream

[ddgryphon]

morning light
spills random through the alleys
and another day’s meals
are picked from
other lives
discarded

dispossessed
you search
for mother
or father

tatterdemalion
mucous framing
swollen lips
dirt crusts your eyes
wandering

who has brought you here

what angel lies beneath
clothing stained torn
what language finds your voice

when the night covers you
shadow-sheltered in some
peeling boarded doorway

what worlds do you dream


*******************

Next word: Shelter

[KTC]

I rise above
these idle circumstances,
find shelter
from the rain of curses.
You can't touch me
the way you once did.
Dead, you are no longer loud
when screaming in my ear.

Next word: LOUD

[davids]

I sought shelter from some storm
that bruised my soul and dimmed my mind.
The place was blue
small light to filter
through prisms deep but fine

My hands reached high
but felt no thatch
a roof designed for whisps
of black coal's smoke
to hold my spirit from here to there
upon the souls wings set free

A shelter came within this dream
to grace my loosened id
an energy drawn from and to
sit with God in Shelter's calm

Next word:iceberg

Sorry KTC beat me to the punch

[KTC]

Like the iceberg,
your emotions,
though ever-present,
are seven-eigths submerged.
One eigth is plenty
for me to mess with.

Next word: emotions

[persiphone_hellecat]

People have a lot of notions
When it comes to dealing with emotions
We've all got them - no denying
Some are laughing, others crying
But if you dont want to wind up deliriously
Try not taking yourself too seriously
Overemotion just spells doom
Unless you enjoy life in a rubber room.

Next word -- hootenanny

[KTC]

The fire blew smoke
to the Gods,
black, thick, filthy,
a turmoil of messages
rising against the wishes
of the chronic river winds.
Tractor tires burned
with the efficiency of leather,
right on target
to report the news of your arrival
to the people upstairs.
Though you left us on your bareback
elephant journey,
we were filled with hope
that wings would soon replace
the fly swatting limbs
of your glorious struggle.
The hootenanny we held
at the time of lowtide
would be lost in the morning,
all traces of burnt rubber
removed to the depths
of the rumbling river,
sucked from the shore
by the moon's angry arms.

Next word: Struggle

[black winged fighter]

Sometimes,
she struggles to fall off
the sidewalk into
the oncoming traffic - it
rushes by, leaves
her stranded in
her own little shadow-noon.
And sometimes,
she gets it just
right.

Next Word: right

[KTC]

Right are the days
she stays home,
imagines the traffic
that will one day take her.
Her dreams, then,
are no longer filled
with the weeping
of loved ones.

Next word: Traffic

[persiphone_hellecat]

How I hate to sit in traffic.
It's worse than bathing beagles.
But the one good thing about traffic jams
Is no one knows your doing your kegels.

shennagins

[KTC]

Those stupid tricks
you did me,
flipping in my head
those things that would be dead
line broke
monkey got choked
rhythm don't cut it
when you're falling down a hole
silly f*ck
with your lipstick sideways
and your paraffin eyes
melting down the sticky
sidewalk
covered in chalk outlines
the outrageous marks
of your childlike shenanigans
I won't relax
until the heart that breathes
inside your twisted skull
is silenced
and all music
coming from the great white light
hums with the silence
of your was-not-was existence
I'm here to guide you
one more step
and you'll be gone.

Next word: skull

[KTC]

Bumpity Bump Bump!

You people are not playing fast enough. Faster Pussycat.

The word is skull. The word is skull.

[Paint]

Skull
hung on a pine tree
by a single strand of
dried leather flesh
empty sockets look
trying in vain to see
blue sky
one more time.

next word: strand

[KTC]

Just a strand of hair
remained,
making mocking gestures
to the wind and trees
screaming,
We Shall Overcome,
even as the corpse
rotted to dust
from the bouncing limb.


Next word: Limb

[black winged fighter]

She spent her sunny afternoons
just watching
the glisten,
the sunlights play on his
limbs.
The chores went quicker,
that way,
when the sun boy came -
but on the cloud days
her dreams made her idle -
sunlight only for her eyes.

Next Word: eyes

[KTC]

eyes.
window to the soul.
nobody watching.

Next word: soul

[Stew21]

lyric-licked music
slinks deep in pools
of thought,
sneers at an
angry world.
makes giddy
a listener.
sets a new heartbeat.
breathes out
so we can breathe in.
becomes a life
to fill one.
then receives
a soul.
We witness
Birth of rhythm.

next word:birth

[KTC]

I took only shallow breaths
at first,
so afraid I was
of breathing in the poison.
Until the exhale,
watching it float past me,
giving birth to the reality
that all things poisonous
come from within.

Next word: Poison

[ddgryphon]

death
frees
at last
the chained soul
from flesh suffering
chrysalis withering away
dust and sure decay
bestowing
at length
sweet
birth

***********************************

Next word: crumble

[KTC]

death will crumble
despair,
make harsh the blow to ego
nothing will remain
in the glint of light
escaping from the sleeping eye.

next word: ego

[ddgryphon]

slow
sure
poison
so cruelly
consumes each poor piece
of my crumbling life and leaves spent
fragments burnt black
useless shells
all lost
all
lost
****************************

Next word: mislaid

[ddgryphon]

my ego
lost
mislaid somehow
gone
and the sad truth is
I'm the only one who misses it.
***********************************
next word: adapt


(Tag KT -- You're it.)

[KTC]

I can easily adapt
to not having an ego.
Though, in truth,
who would I count on
to lift me up
when all is lost?

Next word: Lost

you're it.

[ddgryphon]

there
see
where that
last bomb fell
behind swirling smoke
crawling from out blast scarred walls
clutching her small doll
stunned crying
among
those
lost

**************************

Next word: chase

[KTC]

chase the latest victim
to another wretched dream.
envy will make us better
if only we can forget
the lost ones
playing idle games
of circumstance
on the graves of all the little pretties.
The sidelines,
empty shadows
where games of chase
are played.
Every victim
smiling
for the chance to win the game.


Next word: game

[laurel29]

I hope I'm playing correctly.

Devastation,
the stubble all that remains.
Scapes barren,
their fruit devoured.
Doomed, out of time,
to sit unripened
in the wretched bellies
of those filthy vermin.
Do not be fooled,
hiding behind those dewy eyes
a monster lies in doe’s clothing
you may weep for his mother
but tonight I hunt for wild game.



Next word - Unripened

[ddgryphon]

dreams
can’t
be left
unripened
ensure they receive
plenty of moonlight love song and wine
on the windowsill
or hanging
still on
the
vine


******************************

Next word: windowsill

[KTC]

I left love
unattended
on my windowsill
one lonely night.
Forgot to nurture
that unripened fruit.
I queitly watched
as it sunk into itself,
unable to move
for fear that it would escape.

next word: fruit

[laurel29]

The buzz of tiny wings hovers
over the basket
on the table.
Like an island in a sea of fabric
a landscape of gingham,
of blue and white.
Eggs lay hidden,
like secret treasures,
buried in the recesses
of the swollen fruit

Next word eggs

[ricahardo]

Pregnant with thought,
the magi gazed upon their students,
the as yet unhatched eggs of
their alter egos.

Next word: Magi

[davids]

Three or four Magis
waiting next door
hoping to find
a baby to adore

next word: gravestone

[Eveningsdawn]

Saying Goodbye to Talia

I put up a gravestone, once
(Rest-in-Peace, my darling),
wrote Deceased by her name
and deleted her,
slow keystroke by slow keystroke,
from my life.
They asked me why I grieved.
She's just a character, they said,
just a girl you built in your mind,
one you didn't even make up.
It's not something that's easy to explain,
I tell them, myself barely understanding.
She was real to me.



edit: next word sacriligious

[KTC]

It's sacrilegious you know,
to dream a soul to life.
It's not yours to create,
not yours to enjoy and
wrap your thin arms around.
Though, with unbidden abandon
you continue to do it...
make the whisp of an idea
into a living flesh,
in the everyday characters
passing through your breathing mind.
Keep it up,
keep the sacrilege alive...
we need more imaginated people
walking like ghosts in this world gone mad.

Next word: mind

[laurel29]

Mind

Random bits,
pulled from everywhere
and never - where.
kneaded
and pounded flat,
now rising -
making form
from the formless.
straining
catching the pieces.
Molding the detritus
of ideas broken,
half formed,
now forgotten.
left to wander,
until swept up
through the baleen jaws
of our minds

Detritus

[KTC]

Detritus befalls the broken
eggshell mind,
makes laughter of its liquid vision.
The pieces that break apart,
flow through the passage of time,
jumble the thoughts
of sidewalk preachers,
dance through the images
askew with the romance of time.
Detritus,
those little thoughts
that jumble the quiet mind,
kill the genius of vision
and dance on the graves of awkward dancers.
But such fun,
to lose yourself
in the detritus of thoughts.

Next word: dancers

[ricahardo]

There was a time when colors rained from LSD
and needles too,
when strobes were more than flashings on the wall,
but blurry visions of a parti-colored reality
gave way to pathetic shell-like beings
who'd used their treasures quickly
and having no reserve
could only fall.
Rejoice then in an ordinary mortal
who, from time to time,
brings forth that kaleidescope within
that thought alone provided with a palette
and paints for us, in such vivid tones,
the colors of the mind.


Apologies - in the time it took to write this two of you beat me to it. I'll try and go for the next one and give you vivid then - if you don't beat me again!

Dancers

Circling each other delicately,
as if to some unheard chamber orchestra,
they dance.
Their wings are lovely
and they are not coy,
but flutter at each other
as they dance the dance of instinct
that nature in her wisdom has given us
to ponder and enjoy.
Such is the wonder of two butterflies.

Next word: Vivid

[black winged fighter]

I see you finish dancing -
and the memory is so vivid -
and you ask,
"Wanna share a Chai?"
It's my firts sip
of that particular green earth brown blue
nectar,
and I like it.


Next Word: Chai

[KTC]

We drank chai latte
under that softly dripping canopy,
listened to the April rain
with ears perked for sunshine.
Those mugs, earthenware soft,
large enough to wrap our hands in warmth.
We whispered, snuggled close
to conversate,
afraid of missing the message
in the falling rain.

Next word: WARMTH

[davids]

Warmth thinks the hearth
that glows within
to light a devil's delight
for smack and crack
in a haven for lost souls denied

Next word: simon-pure

[Paint]

Eliza
tiny, cute and sassy
grandma whispered loud
sit still Eliza Simon-Pure!
sit still or its no dinner
but she couldn't quit squirming
on the hard church pew.

Be quiet! the teacher told her
as she smacked Eliza hard
on Eliza's tiny knuckles
with her wooden ruler
Be Quiet!

Her daddy loved her
put her on his shoulders
way up high
so she could see the parade;
didn't complain when she
cheered the loudest
laughed the longest
did cartwheels
at the office picnic.

Eliza Simon-Pure
was a happy little girl
she wasn't quiet
and she didn't sit still.

next word: cartwheels

[emeraldcite]

You're doing cartwheels through my mind,
like I'm high off your action.
When your skin wrinkles, I scoff at the
approaching darkness
because it can't get us.
We're too far up.

next word: wrinkles

[laurel29]

your eyes
keep returning
following paths
etched
in my skin
both those creases
easily visible
and those hidden
-interior wrinkles-
unfailingly
unearthed
by your probing
attentions

next word - unearthed

[Eveningsdawn]

college farewells

i have said my
almost-last goodbye,
and though I thought
that my tears were finished,
that I had no more left,
the feel of her arms
holding me tight
unearthed the ones
that i always knew
i would shed for her.

next word: trepidation

[KTC]

My trepidation
is in leaving.
This cocoon we have created,
sound, womb-like and still.
We are tender,
breathe through the holes
like water
through a cheese cloth mask.
Arms wrapped within arms,
we are comfort
in this space.
And yet,
to fly,
to reach higher than
the stagnant air
of earth-level gazing.
My breath,
upon intake
forgets trepidation
as I slice through
the web-sticky cocoon
and finally
take flight
to a world more enchanting.


Next word: cocoon

[laurel29]

Liquid
body parts - moving
then still.
Fluidity stands rigid,
encased in itself.
A slowly solidifying mass
of soft flesh
turned to armor -
still delicate
enough to crush
underfoot.
A patient transformation
with impatient watchers.
Eyes tuned for your movements.
who are you?
Chrysalis or cocoon?
The difference between
night and day.

oops forgot my word :) - Chrysalis.

[KTC]

They waited for ever
for me to shuck off
that seemingly weightless
dreamcoat.
I, mildly amused,
enjoyed the comfort
of my chrysalis stage,
the warmth of the cocoon
surrounding my shattered mind.
Not until I was ready
to greet the melted days,
with their indistinct similarity,
would I leave the comfort
of my prison.

Next word: prison

[laurel29]

This black shell
of pigments congealed
and concealing,
hardening over me.
A chemical concoction,
a witches brew
from my mothers pod.
A coating of
my embryonic state,
serves to protect
and imprison.
Dual purposes -
not so much at odds
as one would think.

new word - pigments

[KTC]

I use the dull ones
to portray you,
the greys and browns
steering clear
of pinks and blues.
You, like those before you,
with your colourless eyes,
are not worthy
of my brighter
much more valuable pigments.

Next Word: worthy

[ricahardo]

My unctuous friend cracks his knuckles
as he calculates in greed.
Ingratiating himself, he worms his way
into my confidence,
day by day making himself
a little more useful,
a little more dependable,
a little more secure,
until one day,
apparently,
I cannot manage without him.
'You are a great support to me Uriah,'
I sigh.
To which, barely able to control his excitement
and salivating like Pavlova's dogs,
he replies:
'Oh no your honor, I am not worthy.'
It is only a question of time before
there is no way out of his
cunningly woven web.

Next word: Salivating

[laurel29]

dang and double dang, I have been beaten :(-
ok well I was going to post this-
Am I not worthy
of your tender ministrations?
Passing me by,
yet again,
in favor of those others.
Their cots, occupying
the bright side,
drawing you in.
Leaving me here,
in this shadowed corner,
far from the window
with its streaming light.
I can only watch
the dust motes dancing.
Swirling about their heads.
Miniature angels
to match your own
larger frame.
But perhaps, it is not I
you detest,
but the darkness, I inhabit.

but now I'll post this -

Outside
In the garden,
the dirt
on my clothes,
under my nails.
On my knees,
fingers searching
for your base.
Your roots
dug deep within
soft earth.
Bird song overhead.
And when at last,
that point is found,
I pull you
from your home.
Soil torn asunder
by your passage
and those unseen,
yet heard,
watchers-
waiting
and salivating above
swoop down to claim
the wriggling fruits
of my labours.

next word - wriggling

[KTC]

I used to spin
with you,
on that rugged dance floor,
Help you kick up the grit
of the previous nightingale feet.
I remember the way
your vision
would lock,
first upon me
with my glistening limbs,
and then off in a distance,
onto the eyes
of your next victim.
I recall your salivating,
and me wishing
I could somehow
keep myself within your sights.

Next Word: Victim

[KTC]

Damn...I was too slow.

Wriggling is the next word then...

[ricahardo]

Too tight! Too tight!
I am bound,
and no-one is there to help.
I've made my bed
and there must I lie,
separated from death
only by my own ministrations.
The confrontation of fear,
my constant companion -
exhilirating,
pulsing the perhaps final
quarts of blood through my veins -
unless,
wriggling free,
and digging through,
I can escape -
and once again
the name Houdini
will echo around the globe!

Next word: Escape

[davids]

To escape life's sweet kisses
to rest and not think
my bliss has settled in
to ignore my soul's delight

Next word:fingers

[black winged fighter]

I miss your
clever
fingers, though
they were never mine
to miss.

Next Word: clever

[ddgryphon]

If I were clever
and you were kind
our love would have a
different mind

But as I'm simple
and you most cruel
it comes out twisted
as a general rule.

*******************************

Next word: twisted

[KTC]

My body, acrobatic
comes out twisted
every time
I attempt to move
in a liquid motion,
straight and narrow,
or is it arrow?
Pirouettes at breakfast,
ballerina banquet,
aphrodizziac of the mind.
Road trippin' afternoons,
moods manic
like the arms and knees,
bobbing antics.
Twisted,
and then, with drama,
frozen in an act
of sustained grace,
awaiting the morning
motion, an injection
in a limb made solid
by a comatose night.

Next word: morning

[davids]

Morning frozen limbs
biting black nails
fur that sticks to cheek and lip
and rips the blood out cold

If morning were a summers day
so full of warm lights love
then one day sooner than never
perhaps to feel your love once more

Next word: improvident

[KTC]

I spent all my time
waking and non
kissing your naked limbs.
I never thought
the improvident touch
of lips upon flesh
would come back to haunt me.
Until you tired of my lust,
made perfect your escape
and left me with lips wanting more.

Next word: haunt

[davids]

Why does this face haunt me
at night and in the brisk of day
and flay my heart with dismal lust
to rape my soul in hearty thrusts

Next word: melodious

[laurel29]

Alone,
in this bed
draped with dusty shadows,
I lie awake.
Staring at nothing.
Ears straining,
tuned to the melodious sound
of your car pulling in the driveway

[black winged fighter]

Next word, please?

[laurel29]

OOOPS! Sorry :(
New word - dusty

[davids]

If I have gangled along a dusty road or two
then fate has never washed my shoes
it's time to buy a nasty pair
of good old walkin' shoes

Nest word: profit

[persiphone_hellecat]

Who’s to say we profit, my love,
If all we gain is so soon lost?
Things that once we were proud of
Gone, but at what cost?

The love that we once cherished,
The passion we one shared
Is gone once trust has perished
And nothing can be spared.

What can be left when truth is gone
And hope has gone away?
Alone and scared I face the dawn.
To live another day.

But you will be sweet to remember.
When the snow falls in December.


Next word -- Purple

[davids]

I filled my loins with purple ambergris
to the whales chagrin
I wanted to heave a perpendicular oval
on the plight lebido chagrined to death
by purple ambergris

next word: serge

[persiphone_hellecat]

You did say "serge", not "surge" right??

Sitting in the waiting room,
dressed in pinstriped serge.
Preparing for the interview
Life hanging in the verge.

I need this job, I need this job
My mantra and my prayer
My dreams of independence
Hung heavy in the air.

I waited 'till the called my name
I confidently walked in
I knew that I was qualified
It was my job to win.

I walked out minutes later,
a frown upon my face.
Ready to strangle someone
and tear apart the place.

They outsourced my job to India
I wanted to scream and hollar
Some guy in New Dehli has my job
For pennies on the dollar.

Hey Dave, you didnt think I could be serious twice in a row, did you? I scoff at the idea.

Next word - insurance

[davids]

Insurance assurance what can you do
drop the hat and get in the queue
if you smash me again
you'll find the pen
and never be pompous again

Next word: effigy

[Unique]

They burned my man in effigy
as if all his life were counted naught
He taught with patience
everything he knew, he shared
And then one day -
He had a need and dared ask
for just a tuppence of time
a moment to speak his mind
And then the fire -
Shallow, callous, petty,
so many pretty rainbows
burnt black
And my man was burned in effigy
today.
There was no one left for their taunting
Tomorrow -
they come for you.

next word: burning

[davids]

Burning passion, corny slut,
how come I love you so,
you swarthy gutted wench.
So I shall dispatch your needsome lust
to reap, havoc on my loins,
and cast my soul to hell!

[ricahardo]

Next word?

[davids]

Sorry ricahardo

next word: forgetful

[ricahardo]

It's over there
in the closet of my youth,
that now is closed -
just like the door to the front porch of my memory,
which slams shut, as the breeze of bad
recollection blows in from
my ancient walled garden of nostalgia,
the flowers of which were of many colors
that I can't remember, but were rich,
oh so rich, like
the salt in the tear which runs down
into my mouth, on
the face
that I no longer recognise
in the mirror.

next word - reflection

[persiphone_hellecat]

Is it so wrong to be forgetful
when memories hurt so much?
Shall I say I am regretful
and I miss your gentle touch?

I thought love was forever
Could I have been so wrong?
Can't love go on whatever
as in many a love song?

Isnt forgiveness a part of love?
Why can't you even care?
Where's the trust you once spoke of
Was it ever even there?

You're gone and I'm not ashamed to say
I'll always, always regret that day.

Next word ... ocean

[persiphone_hellecat]

I am my love's reflection.
I see it in his eyes,
That unending affection
In eyes blue as summer skies.

I am now a part of him
and he's a part of me
We share each thought and tiny whim
For all the world to see.

I'll never be alone again
I've found my home at last.
He shares my joy, he shares my pain
He healed my troubled past.

I feel safe in his embrace
My world is easier to face.

Next word ... ocean

[ricahardo]

Womb of the world,
your uterine warmth harbors
the unborn.
Mysteries await discovery
and mysteries undiscovered transpire
and are lost.
Yet new mysteries are in embryo
and will hatch years hence.
The moon is your lover
and you gaze lovingly into each other's eyes
nightly,
he with his silver promises
and you, gently lapping as he finds comfort
in your arms.
You are kind parents
and we are your children.
We do not know the depths of your
love, nor the limits of your anger,
but we are grateful for your generosity,
Oh fruitful mother!

Next word: Mother

[laurel29]

Mother

If he is the father, who is the mother?
Sprung from whose womb are we?
The seed with no home
cannot bear fruit,
it must fall on fertile soil.
Whose soil has nurtured this bramble then?
Are we to believe this,
that we are conceived of seed then?
no soil - only air?
The empty space,
echoing within
like a child’s whisper.
Where is she?
Our mother.

Next word - Whisper

[davids]

I whisper often to myself
no one here to blame.
The still small voice that sometimes screams
to let me know the right from wrong,
the ego understanding self
to rip and toss and throw.

A lifetime seeking pleasantries
that sat and whispered back,
"Come my dear and sit with me
to fill your cup once more.
So time can fly as winds soft creep
as love once was,
so long ago."

Next word: pogrom

[ricahardo]

It starts with the boys and a few quiet drinks
and gets steadily out of hand,
boyhood pranks and churlishness turn
ugly.

There are no legitimate targets.

But no-one minds
if they let off a few rounds at them.
Harmless fun,
look at em run,
'til one of them turns around
and fights back.

The arrogance!
The impudence!

He knocked a fellow down!

Come on let's get them!
Form a scrum!
Kick him! Kick him!
Rip the bloody clothing!
Smash them to the ground!

- the next morning -
A body,
congealed blood on the head,
broken teeth chewing
a muddy puddle.

Does anyone know what happened here?

A sergeant shrugs his shoulders
at no reply.


Next word: Neighbor

[davids]

Hi there neighbor
I'm gonna slit his throat
he's got a wife, three kids, and a white picket fence
no gutter for a friend

He's home at five
me 'bout whenever
can't seem to find the keys
that damn car sure is a quiver
plus his wife must be a slut
surely his kids are trouble


Damn that neighbor all to hell
he picks and cleans and bathes himself
in arrogant I am so perfect
can't see my problems can he?
So what he has a nip
never throws caution to the wind
what kind of man is that
with his damned picket fence?

Nice car he's got
no scratches there
he'd fix em' if there was
and me I'll sit in damnation crap
just to show him who's a man
he sips at beer
and never fears
at least it seems to me
that whores are whores
and men are men

I hate that damned picket fence

Next word: lambaste'

[ricahardo]

The howling torrents of the conformist world
knocked me down repeatedly.
I stood defiantly and shouted back
into that relentless tempest
of common sense:
'You will not beat me!'
'I am your equal,
'though you blow your worst tornado -
through it all, I will prevail,
for eternity!'

Ah, the arrogant ignorance of
tenderfeet!
Like all before me,
in time, I emerged,
weary,
a chastened oldster,
lambasted by reality.

Next word: Insecurities

[ddgryphon]

I
hear
again
the whisper
insecurities
subtle, then pressing and screaming
destroying all will
brain bashing
at last
my
hopes

********************************

Next word: aegis

[Paint]

Unicorn,
charge willingly
to my side.
I will ride
unsaddled.
For I wish
protection
against
swirling mist
of indecision.
I step
fearful, alone
unaware.

next word: step

[davids]

I step and stoop
was that a nickel or two bits
rubbed my eyes
the glass apart
did not mean a damn

The trigger squeezed
God my knees
the aim was at his heart
it felled him in a step
and me-I lost my soul.

Good job there soldier boy
the slap was on my back
no need to slit his throat
the slug had pierced his heart
they did it just to slice him up
that useless tiny boy

Need a trophy there soldier man
slap that blood up on your face
another gook to ponder why
he'd died in love's sweet grasp
while we played a game together
and slapped each other's palms

Great shot there friend
let's try again
maybe this time I'll do better
we laughed and bent to friendships need
and sipped the soda
one can bonding

I said come on
we've gotta go
our Moms'll give us hell
but then he turned and wept at me
as blood adorned my face

Next word: steadfast

[ddgryphon]

The lemon sky was raining pearls of marmalade;
While chocolate teachers stood, steadfast near the glade.
The soda poppies froliced and the cotton candies swayed
To a tune the Goomba Gumdrop Pipers insisted must be played

Motorcarts of madness swooped swiftly down the grade
While Dick and Jane watched, Susan's Bunny began to fade
Father Cola blessed while the lollies turned and prayed
For Banana Chews in mango shoes resting in the shade

The sun was in hot cider--his departure was delayed--
And all the little liquorice wands displeasure soon displayed
The mellow moon came out, shining yellow she sashayed
Despite the cherry knockers and the Apple Sweet Brigade.

Thus the night danced ever on, and nothing more was made,
As the Great Gobstoppers shouted and hoorayed,
To the bubble gum barristers marching on parade.
And so it wends, and so it ends, upon your pillow laid.

********************************************

Next word: Candy

[Paint]

candy colored clouds
cannot hide the
brown treetops

fall whispers
in ripe grass smell,
in dry leaves song
winter waits
with a chilly kiss.

next word: grass

[black winged fighter]

Blades of grass
are never
alone.
But

orchids are beautiful.




Next Word: are

[Eveningsdawn]

Names

They twine together in my mind
girls all, and close,
with names strange to the tongue,
diverse and flowing.
Aurelie sits, bolt upright,
left foot pulled up and under
and used to gain
an extra bit of presence;
and the words she speaks are French.
Kitten stands, slight and strong,
green eyes in a round face,
metal wings light upon her shoulders,
holding a demon's hand;
and she wears her name around her neck.
And Talia lounges, lazily,
claiming seniority among them,
with a seer's gift and her sister's eyes
which reveal little, or perhaps nothing;
and the choices that she made were hard ones.
The twine together, like sisters,
and perhaps, in a way,
they are.


next word: beloved

[davids]

My dear beloved
do not squat before me in that pool of blood
offal disconfiguring my thoughts of you
the plagiarism of self defeat

Spring up
why not jump at me
I sure don't mind the blood
how's about a drink or two
to find our purpose place?

Oh beloved square it up
we gotta find a hole
to fit your guts and pulchritude
into mindless convivial bliss

Next word:axiom

[emeraldcite]

Taking axes to axioms,
I divine out my own methods,
where madness does not reign
and I do not weave baskets
from memories.

Sweet words of wisdom,
fill my ears,
postulates from philosophers
whose wicked ways
influence the very fires
of sin.

In the night light of moonbeams,
I dance naked under the sky.
I am clean now and I offer my
own words in supplication:
fear only who you didn't become.

new word: supplication

[persiphone_hellecat]

Kneel before me, dear heart, in humble supplication
Bend your will towards mine now with perfect abdication

There's freedom in surrender, love
and soon enough you'll learn
The tender stroke of my leather glove
Rewards for what you earn.

The servility you give to me I gratefully receive
It forms a bond between us that no one else can cleave.

From now on your place will be
at rest before my feet.
Your love and respect you willingly
present to me, my sweet.

Let go, my love, let your soul free
as willingly, you yield to me.

New word ... climate

[ricahardo]

At fourteen years and whiskers not,
he clung upon a sheet,
his fingers frozen from thick ice,
that caked all surfaces.

Fifty feet above the deck
and oft the boiling sea,
he wondered at the fear of it
more chilling than the cold.

But this was life he chose himself,
a willing volunteer
and with pride he warmed as
once again he clambered on and up.

For never mind the sleet and snow
nor yet the driving rain,
the sphere he'd entered willingly
was the climate of a man.

Next word : harsh

[davids]

Oh the harsh reality
that springs it's ugly throbbing head
to wield a sword
and cut my cheeks
in frivolous retribution

Next word: groupie

[Unique]

They bang their heads and
wear wild shirts
The follow the stars from
concerts to the the bars
Like lemmings over a cliff
They all seem the same
Can you tell that I think
that groupies are insane?

Next word: wild

[davids]

It was a wild night over at Joes.
Blood and guts and manly throbbing.
Souls searching for justification
in a wild and windy world

I cuddled up to some wierd old pimp
said he had a colorful stroke.
He smacked me in the mouth,
I spat my blood into his craw.
"Daddy why don't you just go way
I gotta cover my rings in old decay?"

"Hell," I said jumping up.
"Kiss my a$$ you black wierd sh!t!"
"Don't call me brother we aint got no mothers
the same," as they wept and cried
threw their hands into the air,
the arms did have to follow.

No use hollerin' at me
I just stopped by for a little drink.
The one and two became the one too many
so I smashed my face into Pimps brown fist.
His Mommy and mine sat down at the table
wrung their hands-it gotta be a fable.

Never mind my dear
the soaps are near
let em end up where they might.
Hell we did a good job didn't we?
Don't know my dear, As The World Turns, Here!

Next word:bestow

[Angelinity]

if i closed
my eyes as i do
when praying you might think
i ran away afraid
or blinded by your brilliance
when in fact my aim
you'll never
guess i see it now
eyes closed as i bestow on you this
last moment
of silence you will
hear

next word: synchronicity

[davids]

Ily dear heart-next word-come on now-do we have to beg such a bright light?

[Angelinity]

:D
okays

next word: shaggy dog

[Paint]

Spikey
silver-black hair
tickles your nose.
Large and lumbering
like a great shaggy dog.

Synchronicity
that we finally met
when the door had closed
on that part of my life-

next word: door

[Angelinity]

:D

it may look seamless
dare to turn your eyes just so
there will be a door

next word: vision

[davids]

Future vision a thing of the past
when rocket-man soared in the hearts of kids
as Mom cooked meats and lots of treats
and I lit Dad's pipe each night

the music still tingles in my memory
of a fond and precious time
where right was right
and time passed justly
to sit with all of us

The mirror stands before
a husk of what had been
but do not fear
for God is near
vision's new and clear

He held the child
a gentle touch
to wet its hunger need
and reasure in firming Grace
the vision past without some trace
of bygones surely done
and futures full of joy
in God's sweet
lulling love embrace

Next word: trial

[Ilovepensandpaper]

Trial
Everyday I am put on trial
for something i did yesterday,
yester-week, yester-month,
and yester-year;
Prematurely you've got me guilty,
so why my version of the events
would you want to hear?
So I change, remold myself, try again,
but you keep trying to force the
old on the new;
You make things hard for yourself,
this hanging on to someone gone,
when I'm just trying to make things
easy for you!
You do know you are the reason I'm
trying to change;
You said I must take another path, but for
some reason I must remain the same!
You know this ain't even fair,
all this wishy-washyness;
All you're doing is destroying me
with stress.
If you want the new me
then pardon my offenses;
But if you want the old me,
stop complaining and
accept this rebel part of me.

Copyright 2006 by Dana J.

Next Word: wishy-washy

[davids]

My brother Tran
a laundry he ran so what
except you might say he had some life
he spent in fields so long ago

You wishy-washy?
Not really just dry clean'll do
so he asked once again
and I sliced off his ear
don't you get it brother Tan?

I watched as he fell
gripped at the blood
laughing I told him once more
dry-clean you fool
can't you understand nothin'
so I filleted him as he fell!

I ripped him again
and splashed me with his blood
in a field quite far away
somewhere he could understand
and foreign his speach reached our ears
as I raped him
a wonderful blow
the language of love and desire
his comrades all new
that I did not understand
so how else was I s'posed to react?

My brother asked me once again
wishy or washy what you want sir
but I turned and walked out the door
the choice had been mine
to kill or be kind
but damn it they said

no matter what you see
no matter what you hear
to hell with that voice
that screamed stop right now
I've been ordered
how simple for me
to cut and to strip
all the washy away
to wishy that hell was afar
but Jesus my Lord
it's at the laundry next door
why can't I just wash it away?

Next word: patricide

[Eveningsdawn]

Your daughter commited patricide.
That's what was whispered to me
as I lay cold-dreaming
in a doorway at midwinter.
Cold does terrible things to a mind;
I know it's not true,
for I live still.
I say it anyway - but truth is
I'll say anything
and everything.
My daughter may as well have
committed patricide;
the father she knew
is gone,
replaced by a ragtag man
who begs for money
in the street.

next word: homeless

[Paint]

Homeless
proud of it
she beat society
at its own game.

Lives in an old bus
in a yard of skeletons
the owner knows,
quiet there.

She named the rat Jazz
fed him crumbs
now he sleeps
under her chin.

No person comes
to hang around
its the smell you see
she likes it.

next word: jazz

[Angelinity]

jazz me up, lover -
or have you forgotten the notes
on your saxophone?

why are you standing there,
staring into space?
did you have an epiphany?

you were doing so well,
hitting the spot,
every time on cue,
as i spun the air with my wings
thinking you had found the way.

and now?

there is no music
to dance
to.

next word: denial

[davids]

Denial my friend took my hand
to walk me through the square
to help me find a reason why
then never to look it in the eye

Next word: flycatcher

[ddgryphon]

Red pumps
leather mini
and boustier
on the garter
net stockings
long and formed
for catching

*********************
Next word: Temptation

[Stew21]

**

[davids]

The town Temptation whistled me
it threw some thoughts my way.
I did not want to stop a spell
but Temptation was too great

For a swell like me
who did not need
to feel the pull and twitch.
She stood, the bitch,
fingered me,
come on Bub stop and rest a while

The good Lord thread the thoughts
of lingering pleasures false fulfilled.
Not me I said in righteous quack
Hell to pay for promise here

The last house in Temptation thrust
it's ass at my departing rush
The dust filled up my thirsty crotch
and tightened in my groin.
No, this time
I'll fight for sure
to show you not to drive
in Hell's fulfilling prophesy
of hate and lust and fun filled thrusts

But God it would be nice
no fear to rush in me.
To stop a while
and thrust and poke
Temptation with a Smile

Next word: subway

That Trish got me with another great poem so go with her word: Arch

[KTC]

I'm goin' with subway...because it calls to me. Argue semantics if you want to...I will only hit you with a rubber mallet.


That subterranean bus,
Hauling liquid-like
Through dark tunnels
Of twisted night,
Lurks languidly
Amid tortured sleepless visions,
Zombies of the marauding city music,
Dancers from the midnight halls,
Collecting soulless
Upon the midnight train.
Wind sweeps the detritus
Of days collected
Causes a canvas of semblance
Daylight manic rehashed
Lifted in a siphon of dance.
Subway lurches forward,
Opens in invitation
To those with broken promise
On their twisted grins.
Leaving night behind
They prepare, with malice intent
To scurry from the bright
Of city lighted night
To warm beds
Of promised amber
Glistening hope filling
Burning lungs
As travelers prepare
Their intimate destination.


Edit to add next word! : VISIONS

[davids]

Visions of anything viable
they smashed me in the face
hatred was one and it was not
so i tried to wash it away
old soap never quite right
not enough to lather up
so I threw it away
and continued to hate
oh why don't you wash all my hatred away?

Next word: polyester

[Stew21]

Beer light scrolls a river scene
and in yellow bulb darkness
men in polyester salt their beers
crooked fingers shaking.
Ignore calls from nagging wives,
until they have a drink with the men
to the left, to the right,
and a special raised glass to each
on the wall.
names etched on plaques
faces immortalized in black and white
forever climbing out of a jeep,
standing on a deck,
sitting on a crate, and still holding Aces.
Lean, just-oustide-teenager, shirtless
with dog tags gleaming, cigarette perched
in dry smirk.
Immortalized, remembered, talked to;
toasted,
every day.
Body gone, spirit stayed
at the Post,
with the boys.
who stick around to say "goodnight"

New Word: Medal

[davids]

Heavy medals on my breast
that once I wore so proudly
to show not tell
of other valour
of dedicated men
who saved my life
in blood filled searing fear

They pinned it on
said well done
the soldier stood
tall and straight

That night I wept a silent scream
tears that only I could bear
for friends that stood
and died for me
and found in death
life's sweet peace

For the truth is written
in heavenly books
that all I did was good
but really all I ever did
was accidentally stand
in a place where fate
threw me in
where Angels fear to tread

The medal is in a box somewhere
beneath the quilt of life
it shines alone
no light it needs
for the souls of men who died
in needless, heedless total rush
to save a man who did not know
what hero's seldom know
that love is not a thing
in need but truly a spirit deed

Next word: rain

[Rivana]

(Removed by Rivana)

Next word: harmony

[persiphone_hellecat]

What?
Did you say something?
I circle you slowly,
the sound of my heels
echoing in the hollow space.
I stop and wait.
Your head is lowered,
hands behind your back.
The perfect pose of acquiesence.
I smile at you.
You shyly return it.

We understand each other, you and I
To some, my love,
your surrender is weakness.
They do not understand
the strength it takes to submit.
They see only the inequality
as I stand over you.
They do not see how
beautifully we fit together.
How we compliment the other
and create the perfect harmony of love.

Next word ... persimmons

[P.H.Delarran]

Inside my yard
Behind the shed
Beneath the shade
of a Great Redwood

Collected with stealth
Heaped with care
Guarded with pluck
by a Spunky Squirrel

Lies a heap of red gunk-rot
That once were my neighbor's
Prized Persimmons.

next word - rot

[Rivana]

(Removed by Rivana)

Next word: mistaken

[davids]

I was mistaken
she was taken up in love
and threw me down,
a roaring miscreant deed

How could she thrill me so
then let love's flame in dwindling embers
taunt me with hope and lust denied

I will tear out my soul
and die for her
as she calmly sips at life's sweet latte
Oh could she, would she, once again,
hold me like mother's arms once did?

Fear not dear heart
for mommy is here
not a woman which needs much more
but a crutch for a man
he called himself
not willing to touch her heart
but needing to crawl inside
sweet vineyards
a Eucharist of suckled
primal thrusts
and discard the woman,
useless meat
for a man's great need
to praise himself
as God's only
first and last

New word: dumb-head-sorry guys and gals-if you want you can change that to forgetful-be patient please

[Stew21]

psst...davids...you forgot to give us a new word.

[NeuroFizz]

forgetful
Closed doors, do they push or pull?
Itchy clothes not cotton but wool?
Meds down the hatch or up-rectal?
Liver and onions, still so awful?
Could I do it, when I was able?
And just where’d I put that snorkel?

Depressing it is, to be so forgetful.


Next word: urchin

[KTC]

Maybe in the after glow,
sitting leg-splayed
upon the stunted curb wall,
I contemplated shame?
But in the act of doing,
I merely sang,
chanted my street urchin mantra
to the passing crowds.
Penny, Nickel, Dime,
Quarter, Dollar.
Lost in the melody,
I often forgot the act
until later, sitting coffee in hand,
counting the tinkle of change
falling to a stained countertop.
Looking at the mess
of profered money
I began to feel that first hint
of flush
as it rose from the neck
colouring my face in humble.
But still, I sipped that hot java
with a smile on my urchin lips.

Next word: NECK

[davids]

sadness surrounds my heart
time to say goodbye
to love's sweet trembling pain

an arched neck
held my eyes not high
but threw my spirit to the wind
as pity gripped my burning heart
and pride defiled all love and gain

I said goodbye
not feeling more
than you could bless me with
simple and true
goodbye to you
my restless painful
sorry heart

Next word-goodbye

[Rivana]

(Removed by Rivana)

Next word: open.

[laurel29]

Open

fibers curled
unfurling
straightening,
slow - sensuous
the motion
of dew drops
glistening
in the slanted rays
of the dawn's sun

next word
unfurling

[black winged fighter]

An emptiness unfurling
within,
expanding to the skin -
I remember
how to forget
him.

Next Word: forget

[P.H.Delarran]

There's a pretty silver locket
sitting on a nightstand
in a small apartment
across town.
A winsome girl clicks the latch
and smiles at the face
gazing out.

She tucks the locket away
to keep it safe,
knowing it was left there
so she
would not forget.



Next word, secret.

[Unique]

There are secrets in my pockets
I like to rattle them like spare change

Those tinkling sounds remind me
I can spend them at any time

When I roll them like bones
across the mausoleum floor

The world steps back in horror, yet
secretly longs for more.


Next word: rattle

[Rivana]

(Removed by Rivana)

Next word: sex

[emeraldcite]

In your sex I confide
my deepest thoughts and anxieties.
In the dark we become
secret people with secret lives,
our breathy whispers nothing more
than vague wishes for a better life
through pleasure.

Somewhere in your voice, I can hear
the creation of your sex, the definition
of your gender, the ruination of your species.

In your sex, I confide my deepest fantasies,
the ones where I hold you,
choke you,
kill you.

new word: secret

[laurel29]

Secret

These nights hold me
as I’m unfolding
in memories - both joyous
and sorrowful.

The liquid sound
of stone and water
The soft scratching
of driftwood on silica
The wind swept taste of salt
the evidence of land and sea’s affair
licked from my lips.
Sand encompassing toes
that dig deeper against the tide.

And those messages on the shore,
our brief inscriptions,
the confessions of our souls,
- our secrets -
read only by moon and stars
then washed away
by another tear stained kiss.

next word - confessions

[davids]

True confessions
what ever you want to hear
just don't hurt me anymore
please oh please

Next word:live

[sharra]

live

They went from
Fire to ashes in a whisper
In a heartbeat
Half-faded memories in a forgotten box;
Lost in dust; a moment to live for
Sepia kisses and solemn eyes.



Next word : Thunder

[Angelinity]

Blue rain in your eyes
God's own arrow in your breast -
Won't hear the thunder.

[ddgryphon]

Blue rain in your eyes
God's own arrow in your breast -
Won't hear the thunder.

next word?

[Angelinity]

oops!

hm, like it! :D

next word: oops

[davids]

OOPS I just dropped a load of
Cranberry-Branberry-Danbury
fruity loops
should I bend to pick
should I stoop to conquer?

Oh what the hell,
I'll just sweep up and under the counter

Next word: gamut

[Angelinity]

when i was young the darkness
held the gamut of fear
then i knew fear held me
in darkness

i traded fear for courage
when your eyes
held the gamut of love
then i knew love held me
fearing your loss

when i lost love my world
held the gamut of silence
then i knew no fear
if i can live without your love
i am immortal

next word: underground

[davids]

Dear Heart we are going to have to have a little spanking here me thinks-once-alright-twice-spanky spanky!!!!

[davids]

Stepped in front of some thundering underground
smashed me up into tiny sparkles that only God could see
He told me watch yourself
but unfortunately I lost the mirror
so I recognized him in myself
that's when I decided to jump

Next word: wampum

[Angelinity]

wampum??

dang! now i gotta look that up.

geeze, okays...

never will i take this pearly
wampum
off my neck
it does so remind me of you
choking my adam's apple when i try
to swallow

next word: pimple

[davids]

Yah know like there was this zit!

Next word: absolution

[Angelinity]

God have mercy my sins
have percolated i repent
there is no way to hide
the zit on the tip of my nose
Pray, Absolution!

next word: morning star

[davids]

Crap-I am starting to actually enjoy the thought of spanking Ily-next spank please!

[Angelinity]

ouch!ouch!

well... ya know-in the passion of creating somethin' so grand...we forget 'bout the lil things :tongue

....morning star....

[davids]

Morning star
how the hell are ya?
Me?
Not so bad.
Little the worse for wear.

My britches aint broke,
and my tokes still bright,
so what the cactus?

A friend is a friend is a friend!

You'll do just as good as the rest
till your light fades slight,
in love's small requite,
and another takes my souls,
faint light delight.


Next word: SPANK

[Angelinity]

when mr. d dares come around
lurking in the corner -
he lurks coz
he ain't sure he got the address right -
you keep that baseball glove nearby
smile sweetly
let the bible fall and when
he bends to pick it up
-a civil gent he is-
give him a good SPANK across
that bony a$$

next word: crappity-crap

[davids]

crappity-crap
caint beat thet
hanky spanky
bloody brawls
not bra's you dope
a fist for hope
to dig at mammarian blossoms

Next word: indignant

[Angelinity]

dignified
you look
perched on your pedestal
holding the holy book
and the sword
together

how will i ever appease
your mighty wrath
can see you're peeking
over the page
staring me down
indignant

next word: bliss

[davids]

The bliss of childhood love
please God
let me hold the memory tightly to my heart
that love that was a sparkle kiss,
intimidating-painful lust.

I lie here now
all creaked and cracked,
no muscle on the bone,
but oh that first blissfull
kiss-Oh God let me hold it close.

For memories that are soon so closed
not written in grown-up books.
But the prose of poets
thinking-back-to lustful painful
shameful bliss,
in heaven's first awkward,
blessed kiss.

next word: unsure

[Angelinity]

a few things
i am sure of
a light will fade
a star will burn
your love will mellow til it's gone
the hunter kills
the prey will die
whatever judgement is in vain

will hope remain?
is love the key?
which door this opens
i'm unsure


next word: sleep

[davids]

Sleep?

A lovely thought,
a dream not far away,
of joy so raped
in fury's hate
of piece, fulfilled in Angel dust.

A sweet Vermouth to quell the thirst
of sleepless-dreamless knights.
Who fight with rage
and passion's false,
to fill the Monarch's sleep with dreams,
of sugar plums, and fairy queens.

Next word: lemonade

[Angelinity]

sweet-tart lemonade
as kids we made
and sipped under the oak tree shade
a little sourness
when tamed with sugar
wasn't so bad

next word: dream

[davids]

Dream on young lover
you've lost her forever
a tip on the scale
puts you up like a whale
so don't dilly with thoughts
put on your shades
and get on with the gelatinous praise

Next word: beatnick

[black winged fighter]

Hey beatnick boy
I can't stand how you try to stand
out
so much
too much
for one soul:
let me be.

Next Word: much

[Nyna]

well it
isn't much
but i made it myself
and i know
you know
how hard that can be
to give away
parts
of yourself


next word: homemade

[Unique]

Dollars were in short supply that year
though momma worked very hard.
Every meal she made used simple
ingredients from our farm.
Struggle was our companion
We met in the morning when we'd rise up
and in the evening calm
after chores were done
A blessing was said before we ate
and we thanked our God for our
struggles.
They made us stronger
and even when we were hungry
We knew our struggles were homemade
and not storebought.
That made them ours you see -
Our struggles united us as family
They did not conquer us, only
gave us a new way of looking
at the world and ourselves.
Homemade is not so bad
When you consider our alternative.

Next word: companion

[davids]

Companion a sturdy friend
a buddy to ripple my face
in laughter delight
spread sprinkles of bright
on a dark gloomy night

A tickle a scratch
a long silly walk
digging for junk
lost by the way
he smiled up at me
and showed me the trail

What of the day he wandered away
purloined by a rabbit so bold
it was only in jest
that rabbit so cold
who stole my Companion away

Next word: forgery

[Rivana]

(Removed by Rivana)


New word: Effulgent