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black winged fighter
03-08-2006, 06:24 AM
Dammit, boy
I am weary of false hope:
claim or denounce me,
you dolt.
You cannot expect fools' bright
to appease me forever -
and the shine is wearing
thin.

NExt Word: impatient

alanna
03-08-2006, 07:07 PM
Two years old, he shrieks
in anger when his crayons
aren't brought soon enough.

next word: deafening

Larry
03-08-2006, 07:56 PM
True love is gone, church bells will chime,

In heaven till the end of time.

Noise as boundless as the sky,

Groundless sound as time weaves by,

That time not spent with ones lost love,

Can never be, save from above,

With intervention and direction,

A blemish on the soul’s complexion,

Will not be gone or ever heal,

The wrongness and the hurt I feel.

A voice of hearts, fall on deaf ears,

For nothing that I hold is dear.



Next word: Dying

threedogpeople
03-08-2006, 09:00 PM
Why is it that for some
dying is an event;
for others it's a process
'cause life won't relent?

Taken suddenly,
or worn out over time.
Death seems to be
both tragic and sublime.

I'm not afraid,
you may not know,
when pain lives at your house
you get ready to go.

Worn out,
Done in.
Living in grace,
Living in sin.

Ready to grasp
my Saviour's hand,
Ready to go
with Him and stand.



Next word: torrential

Albedo of Zero
03-09-2006, 01:19 AM
Torrential reign sheets
with gilded thunder
across the boundaries
of sacrosanct laws.

Surf and serf pounds
a shore of freedom
with wooden notions,
staffs and members
-until the aftermath
of climax washes
out with flotsam and seed.

Until a new shore excites
and challenges them
to juxtapose old
with fertile.

Then, as now, reign drizzles
only to remind the world
evaporation and demarcation
are just words
and be it with dirt or steel,
someone will stand on the hill in the storm,
and rule.


next word: autonomy

Larry
03-09-2006, 01:42 AM
Things are seldom as they seem,
Skim milk masquerades as cream,
Clark Kent hides as Superman,
Wonder woman as Diane,
Rumor says the Shadow knows,
Where evil lives and evil grows.
To protect themselves from you and me,
A lifeThey live of autonomy.
Next Word: Hero

ddgryphon
03-10-2006, 12:17 AM
If I take enough Heroine
Will I be a hero?
If I push myself through
Abuse of drugs
Abuse of life
Abuse of fans
Will I be a hero?

It was annoying enough
When I thought
R. Kelly should cover
"Shower the People you
Love with Love"

It was worse when
I became obsessed with
Repeating it again
And again
And again
Until someone found it
Funny.

Don't make heroes
It is more pressure than
mere mortals can take.

If you really want a hero,
Go to the Deli

***********
Next Word: Funny
***********

ricahardo
03-10-2006, 05:16 AM
A smile, a wink, a parting grin,
they hang out there in space,
they're waiting to be gathered in
and used on some old face
that hasn't laughed in quite a while
and could use a little honey -
a soothing touch of psyche-salve -
yep - a slice of something funny.

Next word: Salve

Albedo of Zero
03-10-2006, 05:23 AM
Ain't it peculiar
we smooth arguments with kisses
when our lips salve others?

So bizarre
that fluids wash and fluids dirty
in godliness both
in sin cerity too.

I find it humorous
-your tone softens with love
and hardens with business
when you allow me
a pittance
knowing...


next word: joke

Paint
03-10-2006, 09:51 PM
Sit with a smile you silly fool
think you have money to spend.
Just as you are paid that sweet check
You get an unexpected bill in the mail.

Just as the big bucks fall your way
your car begins to rumble, moan
The washer quits; junior brings home
the price of soccer game joy.

Can all this be the fates
playing a reality joke?
Or is it something finer
to tell you to look, wonder.

The happiness that is so
persistantly looked for
so adamantly persued,
is found in the working for
not in the billfold you keep.

next word: persistant

black winged fighter
03-11-2006, 05:29 AM
The persistent beating
of my heart grows
bothersome.

Next Word: beat

Larry
03-11-2006, 05:13 PM
Things that we would like to beat
Coddled eggs, a quick retreat
Drums and pavement comes to mind
But never children, anytime

Giving a much-needed hand
To help them grow and understand
We hold them dear and every night
We pray that they will do what’s right

Along lives curvy path we guide
Standing tall right by their side
For children we must raise with love
With help and faith in God above




Next word: Children

Albedo of Zero
03-11-2006, 08:32 PM
Arms spread as wide as love
reach for the one caring hand they know
-the mother
steps back once
and begins a lifelong lesson.

Love isn't easy.



next word: nest

black winged fighter
03-12-2006, 07:26 PM
Plucked apart,
the nest and heart,
by hands that care.


Next word: hands

Godfather
03-12-2006, 11:01 PM
my hands,
my fists,
unyielding
unwielding,
strong.

my hands,
my touch,
unyielding
unwielding,
gentle

my hands,
my eyes,
unyielding,
but wielding.

Nothing ever works out.


Next word: wrong

Albedo of Zero
03-13-2006, 12:32 AM
Corrective lens
objective view
a wrong and right light shadows
the green of grey
and blue of noon
with moods
both deep and shallow

to whence a prince in dashing dare
slays dragonbreath with yarrow
and marigolds
both wilt and thrive
in Earth's chaotic mellow,

and vice withstands
the pointed joint
that gods consider hallow
because the prayer
within us all
is egoistic callow

next word: prayer

Paint
03-13-2006, 01:13 AM
Whisper
tendrils in the night
sweep ever upward
riding on a star.

Plead
from sweaty foxhole
mercy abounds
gentle touch.

Celestial
voice bends
with a kiss
lends peace.

Prayer
spoken in verse
or thought in
a single word.

Please

next word: riding

Nyna
03-13-2006, 05:25 AM
I'll ride you, guide you
towards the slick sweat slide you
love to touch. I'll lie with you,
tide you over and under, show you
all the secrets of the deep dark places you
love to tongue and taste.

I've cried out for you,
whispered to the pride you
tend with this affair. I'll glide over you
and under you, I'll tide you over
and slip you inside. You
Ride me, hide me, bend me, bind me,
climb me, shine me, open wide for me.

I'll ride you, but if you're
looking for a bride, you
better look elsewhere. You
better open your eyes. You
aren't the right guy, and I'm
not even willing to try for you.

*************************
Next word: affair

dahmnait
03-13-2006, 07:41 AM
blue mists recede,
dissipating with the touch
of rising sun.
morning breeze cool
across damp skin.
gentle whispers of the
first rays of light
tentatively exploring.
colors moving,
beckoning
my mind,
my body

an awareness grows
perceptions reform
reality, deception
the moment breaks,
your reflection
mere echoes of
a single tear.

i awaken

shrouded in blue mists
of dying light
my eyes close to seek
the sunlight once again



next: self-awareness

kdnxdr
03-14-2006, 07:52 AM
self aware a wary self
weary of analysis
turned inside
to try and hide,
used some dope
to try and cope,
ran away
was in a play,
went to a bar
wrecked a car,
a weary self
became aware,
and with self analysis
took great care



(Sorry, forgot the "ness".

Next word: tree

black winged fighter
03-14-2006, 06:32 PM
Brown
she grips him with her
brown
fingers entwining in the
brown
soil and soul were never enough for the
brown
goddess with the
green
hair.

Next Word: green

Stew21
03-14-2006, 08:55 PM
Envy

her complexion of
dignity - flawless
entertwined with confidence
grace
her allure masked with
modesty.
her lengthy drawls
spiral
with delicacy.
I am watching.
I am green.

next word: truth

ddgryphon
03-14-2006, 11:35 PM
Truth speaks slowly
insistently
firmly

Truth
speaks though
pain will follow

Truth
reflects differently
remains constant

Truth is

Lies are

In its
singularity
truth
stands or
falls

Struggling to be
heard

As voices argue
truth

***********Next word: singularity*******************

black winged fighter
03-15-2006, 08:08 PM
I am not a
period
point of singularity
at the end of the sentence
somehow superior
(they look down on commas,
you know -
and hyphens too).
Nor am I words
or letters -
nor rules nor rhyme
nor some grand scheme
or theme.
What is left?


Next word: spaces

ricahardo
03-16-2006, 01:16 AM
Peripheral locations, beyond immediate focus -
there, but hazy.
Not a destination,
merely areas along the way,
of no particular importance.
Perhaps one day,
when all the centers of attention are full,
then they will receive the direct focus
of interested parties.
Until then, they remain gray gaps,
intangible amorphous vacuums,
not clearly identified or indentifiable.
Truly a final frontier.


Next word: Intangible

black winged fighter
03-16-2006, 08:03 AM
Orchids are dreams
intangible
because touch
reality
bruises them.

Next Word: Orchid

Larry
03-16-2006, 01:37 PM
Orchid is the flower she has in her hair
Orchid is the color that her bridesmaids wear
The Groom with all his ushers stepping out in style
Music and eternal love flows up and down the aisle
Roses, Bells and Lilies white in her brides bouquet
Sheathed in silks and satins on her wedding day.
New word: Bride

dahmnait
03-16-2006, 05:10 PM
She steps out amid
A myriad of white and blue
Petals strewn along aisle
Of adoring faces.
For this one moment,
She's waited
For this one moment,
She's dreamed
For this one moment.
With love beside
Before and aft,
Her heart filled
A joyful swelling
And he stands
At the end of her long walk.
In nervous anticipation
He stands
In awe of the beauty
He alone has chosen
And who, in turn,
Has chosen him.



Next: petal

ricahardo
03-16-2006, 05:52 PM
Curling tongues so tissue thin

protect the scented world within

until the sun returns to burn

with welcome rays such fellows yearn.

And as the hearts the world now sees

attract the butterflies and bees

the night-time secrets they caresse

now share with all their sweet largesse,

until such time the dusk arrives

and bees race back into their hives,

escaping with their nectar prize

and unbeknown they too comprise

the pollen's transfer, as it settles

on their bodies, among the petals.

Next word: Nectar

Larry
03-17-2006, 10:03 AM
The honeybee is busy, it works from sun to sun
Gathering the juice of life to sustain everyone
In the hive the worker bees take the nectar sweet
And stomp it into little holes with their little feet
So the next time you have honey sweet from a jar or can
Along with your sweet honey, you may have honeybee toe jam.
Next word: Honey

Godfather
03-17-2006, 01:26 PM
Her words,
they flow like honey.
Sweet,
tempting.
But she don't think it right.
she dont mean it.

His words,
a rattling of inarticulate mutters.
Ear-straining and messy.
But he means and knows
just what he means.

next word: mutters

ddgryphon
03-17-2006, 08:44 PM
At the Door

Paces from the open door
beneath a crying sky
a blaring sound
breaks and bellows

A bright blast blossoms
another petal crowns the
tenebrous flower of war

From this orchid
bloom of anguish
pours forth the bitter
nectar strength

Intangible hope
now remains distant
unnatural as
honey from a rock

It is here the wayward
bride destruction
mutters death and pain
mutters angry in the chill
of a pounding rain

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

Next word: Strength

Paint
03-17-2006, 11:18 PM
Tenacious
tangible and strong
the ant belies its strength
lifts double weight
overhead
trivial?

I think not
rankles my temper
when needlessly crushed
underfoot.

small details
make awareness
perhaps this poet
was an ant
previously.

next word: temper

Unique
03-18-2006, 02:40 AM
Best friend
or worst enemy
Your choice
A mean streak
not terribly wide
but long
and deep
Eyes flash
teeth gnash
an atomic temper
hidden
in the form
of a pussycat


Next word: friend

Albedo of Zero
03-18-2006, 09:57 AM
There is an inner smile
to a heart with a friend.

When it widens,
you stand taller
your tears quick faller
and dry up just as fast.

There is a cloud
only for you
when you walk hand in hand
with that man
woman
or child
who opens your eyes
wide.

There is a friend
just for you
only to
make you
love yourself.

Be that friend
to someone.


next word: eyes

Larry
03-18-2006, 06:13 PM
If you lived in Idaho, you would have to hide
For potatoes have good vision, eyes on every side
You have to be real prudent when you are among
A closet full of work boots with eyes up and down the tongue
Children on the playground, doing this and that,
Know their bags of marbles has the eyes of cats
You should be so careful, no matter what you do,
Cause most of all, now I have, my little eye on you!
Next word: watching

Larry

Godfather
03-18-2006, 06:29 PM
she's watching him.
she wants him.

Through her want of him,
came her loss of Him.


Next word: God

black winged fighter
03-18-2006, 08:43 PM
God;
I have cried my prayers
and spoken my words.
We have nothing left to say
to each other.
I will be good -
but not for You.
If that is not good enough -
would it ever have been?

Next Word: departure

Godfather
03-18-2006, 09:11 PM
im gone.
i gotta ramble
got friends to make
and lives to gamble.

dont hold it against me,
my dear.
im meant to be out
your place is here.

Im gone.
Gotta jump trains
walk, run
take no pains.

Dont look at me so black
suffer your loss girl
i aint comin back,
til i've done the world.


Next Word: gamble

Paint
03-18-2006, 09:25 PM
I am up for it.
I will take the gamble.
I see your windswept eyes.
I feel your glance.

Do not ask for my freedom
My checkbook
or too much time.

We can dance
brushing up against
capture.

I will love you today
conquer me not.

next word: brush

Unique
03-18-2006, 10:26 PM
One hundred one, one hundred two
One hundred three
She sets the brush aside
Leaning into her mirror
Her eyes lost in the shine
She wonders why she bothers
Silky locks, slinky curls
It's all the same
Late at night
with no one
to see.


Next word: Midnight

Larry
03-19-2006, 12:14 AM
My new car is midnight blue
The seats are white as snow
I step real hard on the gas
To see how fast it goes

I took it to a drag strip
And when the light turned green
I took off like a scalded dog
In my midnight blue machine

Next word: Car

Larry

black winged fighter
03-19-2006, 05:45 AM
I drive now
(I never drove before).
No more lonely footsteps -
singled out leaf shuffle
and touching holly-prickle
and green leaf glow.
But
I still got my feet
and those bushes
aren't going anywhere.

Next Word: drive

Albedo of Zero
03-19-2006, 10:46 AM
I push to see how far I can
go on without a rest
Once saw I've seen that maybe I've
gone off without the best
of sense, but that was just because
my common lack of it is true
so mentioned here is honesty
that drives me to find you
I know the reason why I come
it's for your seeing eyes
though blind and gray that doesn't mean
your sight is not worhtwhile
I hear your mind is open, will you help me open mine.
It closed some time ago between
the children and some wine.

The drive was very pleasant, thanks.
I hope you stay nearby.
Your potions can't be made
at home and I think it is a crime
to not have on hand the ingredients
when a case like mine is crucial.
You may hear the same from others but they are
not too very truthful.
Their husbands are all broken,
meaning libido and their money,
while mine is living, breathing,
hot and cold like tea and honey.

I'd never want to harm
him and I'm not so sure you'd let me
but if you can help keep
his pants on,
that's sure to help me plenty.



next word: libido

Eveningsdawn
03-21-2006, 06:46 AM
Karo, you busy?
Gotta talk to you.
Not at the moment,
Libby - what's up?
Nothing really, just
feeling lonely,
abandoned; Crissa's not
talking to me anymore.
Things are a
little broken;
feeling like
no one loves me,
right now.
Don't say that.
Why?
Because, Lib, I do.

Next word: sneaky

black winged fighter
03-21-2006, 06:59 AM
It is not a snake,
though it slithers cool and scaly into
hidden places.
It is not a winter,
though it kills and cools like one,
and freezes all the heart.
It is not a fox
or the Raven
or Anansi...
but it is just as sneaky -
a scar waiting to happen;
doubt.

Next Word: doubt

Stew21
03-21-2006, 10:24 PM
I leave you in no doubt
of my heart.
I Wear it for all to see.
Whether Shining brightly,
or tarnished slightly
It is a crucial part of me.


(eta: I do realize this is a cheesy one: sorry, I just don't have it in me today!)

next word: brightly

threedogpeople
03-22-2006, 01:26 AM
(eta: I do realize this is a cheesy one: sorry, I just don't have it in me today!)

next word: brightly


Brightly shining
brightly burning
season of love
season of yearning

Next word: monopoly

Larry
03-22-2006, 05:13 PM
An unsuspecting dice throw can land us anywhere

Traveling all around the board choosing lots with care

We spend our hard earned money, buying what we can afford

From Mediterranean to Park Place and all around the board

Collecting two hundred dollars each time we get to go

Or to the hallowed halls of jail, depending on the throw

Throwing hard earned doubles or free parking for a rest

We take our chance or chest cards hoping for the best

Those golden 500 dollars bills pile up with glee

As we stalk and wholly decimate in Monopoly



Next word: Money

Larry

Unique
03-22-2006, 05:37 PM
Money is but a tool
like a safety pin
or a bulldozer
Yet,
for far too many
money is a god
like no other
and like a bulldozer
scrapes bare
the sacred ground
better serviced
by a safety pin.


Next Word: safety

Paint
03-23-2006, 01:52 AM
To ensure risk never happens
Choose to be sedated.
Decide a recliner chair
is where you want to be.
Lulled by numbing programs
for your viewing pleasure,
You never need confront
the adrenalin rush of life.
Evaluate your security
persuade yourself
you are safe in a cage.

next word: adrenalin

black winged fighter
03-23-2006, 03:24 AM
They are the money eaters,
colored copper with green tufts of hair
and little yellowed tusks.
They haunt the washing machine
the sofa cushions
the car cupholders;
they snuffle-munch
dollar bills and crunch
coins.
And you only find them
where people know
that money is not life.

Next Word: life

Ilovepensandpaper
03-23-2006, 04:20 AM
At birth, life granted me two poles:
The bright, blaring, exciting,
Hallelujah-I'm God-type adrenaline,
And the black, lonesome, scary pit -
An unswimmable, suffocating pool
For the sick.
Life made me Superwoman,
Doing any and everything;
I bat an eye and it's done.
Whitney Houston has nothing
on me.
I've got it, I was born with it,
And it is easy to see.
Life also made me Nothing;
Whatever I try won't come out right;
My touch will jinx a cat out of its
last life.
I haven't seen the light in days;
Why was I born this crazy way?
For a previous life I must pay?
Don't tell me my life will be okay.
Life is a basketball game;
I'm Sheryl Swoopes sinking
that jumper with 1.8 remaining.
I've got that ankle shattering
cross-over;
That league MVP award is mine-
This game is over.
Life makes me sick;
I'm so tired of dragging through it.
Can I punch my ticket to the Promised Land?
Can I take that extended vacation on God's sand?
Life granted me two poles:
The bright and the dark.
It's a gift and it's a curse.
I ride up, then I ride down;
I endure the better and the worse.
Copyright 2006 Dana J.

Next word: Bipolar

Albedo of Zero
03-24-2006, 11:07 AM
In the darkest room of day, I laugh
or cry
-whatever.

Excited to see you
I am, but for my closed door
inside
outside
does it matter?

Rain dribbles down the pain
with clarity
each drop a world
I wish I could swim in.

The window pane gets wet too.



next word: rain

Larry
03-24-2006, 05:33 PM
Rain rain go away

Come again some other day



No more storms and no more floods

No streets filled with ruin and mud

No levees that can overflow

No more people without homes



When the springtime starts a new

Kiss the flowers with your dew

Let the day be warm and bright

Caress that day into the night



After dusk then lightly treat

Nature’s creations with your sweet

Nectar given from above

With a touch of God’s true love.



Next Word: Spring

Paint
03-26-2006, 12:27 AM
She planted morning glories
Purple trumpets with starry hearts,
under the rusty bedsprings
that lean against the barn.

Soon the springs were covered
with vine and mist of color haze.
Bees buzz merrily on sunny days
butterflies flicker and kiss flower faces.

Her greatest joy and delight,
tiny brown wrens with glorious song
tucked within the covered circles
nests with speckled triplets of egg.

next word: trumpets

black winged fighter
03-26-2006, 01:00 AM
Tarnished silver trumpet
that is my heart,
I will not quiet your song,
nor critique it too harshly -
for be it practice or
performance great,
the notes are there,
and that's what counts.


Next Word: tarnish

Godfather
03-26-2006, 09:56 PM
tarnish my heart
tarnish my soul
tarnish my comfortable life
and this clichéd poem.


next word: cliché

black winged fighter
03-27-2006, 06:11 PM
She intended a third rate hate -
had the shelf space all picked out for
the labeled box.
What she got was a category two romance
with upward mobility a definite
possibility.
Little sighs
she caught in her throat until
she could find a jar;
she kept them there and studied their
behavioral patterns.
Graphite marks on white
didn't quite do him justice,
and she couldn't forgive herself for loving
a cliché.

Next Word: mark

ricahardo
03-29-2006, 02:55 AM
Staves of Yew and cloth-yard shafts,
Arrows nocked and loosed,
Boys of ten or even nine
Stand by the house all day,
Arms out straight and faces proud,
So that their daddies will surely say that
One day they will stand -
English archers bold,
And should England call
In hour of need,
Though the battle may press hard,
They will not flinch
And every shaft that leaves their bow
Will find it's sorry mark.

Next word: Battle

ddgryphon
03-29-2006, 03:19 AM
By walls running red
Are casualties fallen
Taken so young
Taken in battle
Lost to tomorrow
Each leaving sorrow


Next word: leaving

black winged fighter
03-29-2006, 03:56 AM
She looks over her shoulder
in the leaving manner.
"I'm coming now,"
she says to tomorrow.

Next Word: tomorrow

dahmnait
03-29-2006, 04:27 AM
In waves it comes
Flowing through, out
And over again
It comes
On wings of
Elusive butterfly
In heartbeat moment
Here, gone
And back again
It comes
In Fairies dream
Unable to escape
Forever
Forever it comes


Next: Elusive

(Ok, so it's not great, but it is better than my resume, which is all I have been able to work on lately. I'm going through poetry withdrawals. :e2cry: )

Paint
03-29-2006, 09:25 PM
Emerald green fur
appears on forest floor,
peeking through snow.
Followed by tentative
delicate spears of grass
pushing up from under
winter's chilly death.

Upward the path
leafy plants climb,
looking for warm sun.
Now trees themselves
wear crowns of unfurled
bud-ears listening as one
for elusive spring.

next word: crown

black winged fighter
03-30-2006, 06:43 AM
Ground, water, seed,
time,
and a little green
poke -
motor upwards,
scratching at the sun -
leaves and solar panels -
buds, satellite dishes -
red. The rose is
red
and the thorns are green.
Time turns them
brown and hard
luck.
Entwine, wind, bind -
a pretty petalled crown.
It pricked me when they placed it
on my head,
and I slept a hundred years.
It took more than a kiss
to wake me
it took a child's cry.

Next Word: entwine

Albedo of Zero
03-30-2006, 01:17 PM
The day was red, the wine was green
and so my tangled stomach screamed
gurgle, hiss, and catterwawl
in taste, in feel, with tongue hairball.
My mouth it argued tooth by tooth
by roof of palette, so uncouth.
I wish, I wish, I could recall
the day the vine entwined me all.
The air was thin but not my legs
they filled with pain and humoured dregs.
My head still begs for some relief
like hair of dog or guillotine.
Just close my eyes, ignore them all
-I'm pretty sure I had a ball.




next word: drunk

black winged fighter
03-31-2006, 03:16 AM
Rubbing hands together,
she feels a fog-sense of yellow swirl
in her mind
the doors are open and the
sunlight breezes through,
oh-so casual warm and seductive.
Smoothsmoothsmooth
the sound of hands stroking,
and she wonders what it's like to
be drunk
on a kiss.

Next Word: smooth

Larry
04-01-2006, 06:03 AM
Like a little baby’s butt or Casanovas smile,
Fine Kentucky whiskey or black top by the mile
A millpond after sunset, a cold vanilla shake
The backside of a lady or a yellow garter snake

One thing they have in common
One thing that’s all the same
Not a wrinkle or a ripple
Just soft and smooth and plain

I can smile at all of these except the garter snake
And Casanovas smile I guess I can give or take
But the back side of a lady and Kentucky whiskey too
Is the real true meaning of that we know as smooth.
Next word: Common

Larry

Albedo of Zero
04-05-2006, 09:19 AM
He has
blue eyes,
blond hair,
muscles and tanned skin.
I read it in a book.

Then I read it
in another
on a different page,

before the girl fell
in love.

The book still lays
on the floor
by my bed,

because my man
isn't so common
to be
on every page.


next word: distraction

A. Hamilton
04-05-2006, 09:47 AM
pen in hand
I meant well
you know I always
do
first stroke still fresh
I twisted ‘round
then leaned to tie my
shoe
the cat strolled by
tail twirled so
as if she had no
clue
a little tickle
then the dog
asked me for some
too
that itch was scratched
but I forgot
what I sat here to
do.



next word: frivolous

black winged fighter
04-06-2006, 01:35 AM
Love,
Hate:
letters on a page -
Rosencrantz got them mixed up
with 'house.'
Except -
those four letters are frivolous -
and I wish my life had some lace...


Next word: play

Eveningsdawn
04-06-2006, 06:10 AM
Life is a play,
my son,
and we're no more than players
on a spotlit stage.
But father, even players
have breathing-time
backstage,
to change and regroup.
Father,
where's our tiring-room?
In dreams, my son.
In dreams.

next word: create

Larry
04-06-2006, 06:28 AM
Frankenstein made monsters
Sara Lee she made bunt cake

Chicago has its pizza
Hoover dam holds back a lake

New York has its Liberty
Philly has its bell

St. Louis has the silver Arch
Vienna, William Tell

As you travel round the world.
Or travel state to state

All the wonders that you see
Our Good Lord helped create

Next word: Landmark

Larry

Albedo of Zero
04-06-2006, 10:03 AM
Turn left at the first barn,
the one that leans
like it's done its day's work
and is at ease for a chat.

No...nevermind;
it was razed months ago.

Ok, imagine
a leaning barn
made out of the boards,
weathered, worn red paint,
sticking up haphazard
in a pile
like
the cars in a junkyard
all twisted and in measures
of decay.

Turn left there.

Straight on until you see
the longest row
of corn you've ever seen.
Slow driving incase the deer
decide to play.
Keep your foot on the gas
if one wants to tag you.
Wait...
It's a shopping mall now.

Well, keep going.
You know you're close
when you pass the food court.

You should come up on a bridge,
covered.
The...heck, forget that one too.

Should be a sign though,
to let you know you crossed the creek.
About a mile after you reach the top of the hill,
turn into the gravel drive
on your right.

Buy an apple or two.
If you're lucky,
you'll get a story
from our only living landmark.

He says he can't be paved
recycled or commercialized.
But he cries for those that can.



next word: gravel

A. Hamilton
04-06-2006, 10:53 AM
the mailbox seemed
so far away
the gravel path bumpy,
harsh against my knees
should I fall
as I had before.
Daddy held the sissy bar
as he did before
but this time
I pushed my little legs
a lot harder
shifting my weight
and standing up.

let go! I shouted
excitement pushing
the pedals round
fueled no longer
by my want of approval,
courage also only second thought.
for at the end of that
driveway, beyond the mailbox
lay the entire world
and freedom.



next word : childish

Paint
04-06-2006, 08:14 PM
Gravel in my throat
tears on my collar
am I sorry you are
going?
Or is it merely allergy
reaction to spring's
song of pollen.

You swing away from me
heart heavy and strong
determined in your
departure.
No it's the trees
unfurling
they do this,
make me weep.

next word: determined

black winged fighter
04-07-2006, 07:29 AM
Yesterday I determined
that even feathers
fall
into dust.

Next Word: dust

A. Hamilton
04-07-2006, 11:54 AM
the big can
waited
plain metal
stark
against the gilded buffet

no scent
no label
a key
but no keyhole
the weight of it heavy
its number
significant
only to the man
in the white coat

and to my heart

yours stopped
long before i could say
goodbye
you cruel man
always taking the last laugh
as i chin up
and brace myself

i yell and rant
with each handful
of you
sprinkled
amongst lilacs and elm trees
my complaints finally
unchallenged


next word: complain

Paint
04-08-2006, 01:22 AM
Signing up for internet matching
was not so hard, you see.
I found a place called Plain.com
for quiet folks like me.

At least that's what I told em
lying, pure and simple.
My complex personality I hid
like a prom-time pimple.

When I met Mr. Perfect
imagine my perplex
Coming up my driveway
was my onery old ex!

Next word: imagine

black winged fighter
04-08-2006, 07:38 AM
Here and there
in the darkness,
imagine the dreams
that dust -
lying under beds and books -
scatter through the night.

Next Word: scatter

kdnxdr
04-09-2006, 06:05 PM
scatter through the night
airborne ships of life to
fling recklessly
every glimmer
hope and care
believing that tiny roots
will shoot and cling tenacious
to possibilites dreamt, ideas
the bag yet holds
spilling beanstalks that climb
piercing heaven's imagination



next word: morning

black winged fighter
04-09-2006, 10:48 PM
A dream morning, trapped
in the light catcher
crystal of your
eyes.
Sweet light
like freesia scent
and clementine taste.
White gold fold of cloth and hair and
flesh so
supple-iron.
My dark desire made muscle.

Oops! Next Word: muscle

Godfather
04-10-2006, 10:39 PM
the hot stare of the boss
the cold, resolute lounging of the guards

a family man, a tyrant,
he calls on my services.

i am the muscle.

with my fedora
down over my eyes
and my suit well-fitted.
i have a gun in my jacket pocket.

i am the muscle.


next word: fedora

black winged fighter
04-11-2006, 03:38 AM
Dress code clearly states:
NO HATS ALLOWED.
He shows up.
Smoking jacket,
jeans,
fedora.
No one says anything.
He's that kind of guy.


Next Word: kind

Albedo of Zero
04-11-2006, 04:40 AM
Kind to kind from which they come,
kin to kin to kin;
the skin will win in many tests.
Is that akin to sin?
A hinderance bent and aged and worn
with religious bents and twists
should break with the intolerance
but instead it breaks kind sense.



next word: test

black winged fighter
04-11-2006, 05:22 AM
A test,
a breathing test,
focus on the flesh -
skin on skin so salt-cream smooth
like peach-taste
and citrus tang.
The lilac presence -
a connoisseur, stone blue essence -
a test
a taste of air
a war of sense of
tumbling through an abyss of
heat thoughts in the night.

Next Word: heat

ricahardo
04-11-2006, 05:21 PM
It grows.

Ominous and without decrease,
steady, threatening, inescapable.

Like prison guards and their hunting dogs
it pursues you through the intractable swamp,
while you,
desperate to escape,
feel its molten fingers,
clutching, grasping,
creeping upon you,
until,
unable to avoid it any longer,
you succumb.


Next word: Molten

ddgryphon
04-11-2006, 06:58 PM
You left in morning light
determined to shake the dust
of our lives and scatter it
like paper torn and lost
upon a rushing wind

I failed to speak--
why complain–
what could I say
without sounding childish
what words could equal
the imagined abyss of
a life separate from you

Memory
that sad
fedora found while
thrifting at the Salvation
Army Store

Memory
returned to the bin
no longer suiting you
left for others to pick over
kind and unkind alike

I fail this test
my heart hasn’t the
muscle to keep beating
under this weight


this heat of passion
fired by you
has left it liquescent
molten by memories

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

Next Word: beating

dahmnait
04-11-2006, 07:19 PM
Creased and crinkled,
He lays, forgotten
Stale stench of musty cigarettes and cheap wine
Pervade his hollow words.
Mutterings of a bygone era
Memories, fragments
Of a woman and a child
Smiling, laughing
A family.
Broken
Bloodied
Buried
Not by the sweet mercy of a single act,
Rather by the unforgiving deception of anger.

Proud and straight
He stands, a child grown,
Vengeful angry man
Black death of bitterness fills his veins.
Hidden deep,
Silent behind the veil of denial.
Bittersweet moments spent in love
With a woman and a child
Hoping, dreaming
A family.
Shattered
Subverted
Condemned
As the shroud of deception drops,
And the cycle begins again.



Next: cycle

Eveningsdawn
04-11-2006, 11:35 PM
this is less a cycle
than a downspiral;
a deepening of despair
the darkness of the night -
fear and grief twine together,
darkfooted
with sharp smiles
and poisoned yellow eyes.

next word: foreign

black winged fighter
04-12-2006, 05:20 AM
He indicates the world behind
his shoulder -
"C'mon."
"Come with."
A hand on my shoulder -
"No worries."
Surprise:
"You're tense - here - "
touch and go,
feel and free;
I was a foreigner until I learned
a language not my own.

Mext Word: Not

KTC
04-12-2006, 03:02 PM
It's not the same.
red wine stains.
blemishes
where once eyeliner
traced the likeness
of beauty.
Dancing on Yonge,
kilt catching
what little breeze
it could find.
Boots not soiled
not then
not now.
hair askew
awry
turmoil
like the day
you drew circles
with your finger
into a beer stained
table cloth.
not the same.
not now.
Trees still bend
to touch the earth
but not
with the implications
they once had.
silly you
cold to the bone
now
snow covering
your pretty tomb.

NEXT WORD: RIGHT

KTC
04-12-2006, 03:30 PM
how much more?
days of ease
memories.
suggestions.
nights fall
into turmoil
backwards stretching
posturing
like a drunk
on a platform
jumping into
space.
simple.
ease.


NEXT WORD: PHANTOM

Paint
04-13-2006, 12:34 AM
When dark time tumbles
reeling drunken from the sky
now the pale circle of moon
makes shadows under
reaching arms of oak trees.
He goes to stand in high places
arms embracing the wind
a long black cape flutters
around his naked feet and
behind him like inky wings.
Teenage phantom
celebrates the night
into his own, alone.

To Chris,
love mom

next word: cape

KTC
04-13-2006, 12:56 AM
luminescence
the perfect
word
to describe her.
luminary
not so much
she shines more
than she thinks.
just looking into her
eyes
causes pause
making luminaries of us all.

Next word: shake

black winged fighter
04-13-2006, 03:22 AM
Before dreams,
as I'm slipping
into
a sea of not-real
my heart shakes my body
Wake up wake up -
'reality' does not always mean 'awake.'

Next Word: awake

KTC
04-13-2006, 03:33 AM
I'm awake
often
when moon rays
whisper silently
across the fields
of corn.
Awake to the sounds
of wings
shuffling softly
against
the bark of
distant tree
limbs.
Awake to the touch
of dreams--
"in my wild imaginings"
awake to the wind
as it sifts
through
the salt-like
sting
of memory
licking
at my
thoughts.
Awake
watching
the orange tint
in the
disappearing
moon.

Next Word: sting

Larry
04-13-2006, 07:38 AM
The bother of a bumble bee
The notice of a gnat
The meanness of mosquitoes
The bite of vampire bats

Means nothing to a broken heart
That emptiness you find
When true love leaves a feeling
That never heals with time.

With a shortness of your breath
You hope she turns around
You watch the door with tear stained cheeks
You jump at every sound

She never ever will come back
A story old as dirt
The sting of love is tiny
But it leaves a major hurt
Next word: bugs

poetinahat
04-13-2006, 08:17 AM
When I was just a lad, I thought
Encyclopedia Brown
Had better watch his wise-*** step
When real kids come around

Bugs Meany was a stupid oaf
His schemes were oddly done
So any know-all, tell-tale jerks
Would have to spoil his fun

Ol' Bugs would have one fact just wrong
That Brown the Young would spot
And wet the blanket one more time
And that's it... there's your plot

But Bugs could not have got them wrong
Unless he'd known the truth
And this is what has rankled me
Since reading in my youth

I mean, why fake an autograph
"First Battle of Bull Run"
When it would be much easier
to cite the second one?

And so, thou smug Encyclopede,
I've had enough of you
I've seen far more convincing sleuths
appear on Scooby-Doo.

next word: scheme

A. Hamilton
04-13-2006, 01:44 PM
two heads
form a vee
blonde tips against brunette,
private tent.


thin voices
fill with glee
mutterings become giggles,
inside joke.


slick, quick
slight of hand
friendly pat on the back,
sign in place.


wait, watch
this game is grand
swift kick in the rear,
scheme complete.



next word: devious

KTC
04-13-2006, 02:34 PM
she whispers
into the soft lip
of my earlobe,
almost audibly.
for the time being
i listen,
knowing i will
be received
by her.
but the look
in her glistening
eyes,
made weary
by her trade,
affords me the
secret knowledge
that she
can be
nothing
but
devious.


Next word: soft

Albedo of Zero
04-13-2006, 10:29 PM
soft brown-black fertile soil
aspires to -no, lives to -no
is
the mother of everything,
taking seed
through shady and sunny means,
but always with tears
and raises children
who become
demanding,
generous,
killing
or beautiful
like all mothers do.


next word: growth

KTC
04-13-2006, 10:32 PM
dizzy with the breath of spring
I wandered
aimlessly
through empty houses.
enthralled by the growth
of those once stunted
trees
reaching through windows
to steal
the shade
of afternoon
dust mote
laziness
found within
empty living rooms
across the nation.

Next word: found

Albedo of Zero
04-14-2006, 04:53 AM
the last page,
blank,
though imagined blue
tries to conform a time line.
memories
embellish upon themselves
close to, if not,
hyperbole.
words,
found at the last moment,
make their way and their wake
in black ink
with a flourish on every -y-.
the book,
full,
though never to be read again,
is making history.


next word: moment

KTC
04-14-2006, 06:50 PM
in a daze
wandering
amid the morning
shoppers,
hauling their possessions
with hands hungry
on the lips of
plastic handles
chic parcels
costing more
than their
frivolous contents.
I get lost
in the world
of hungry
need
lost
if only for
a moment
in the desire
to enter
one of these
dimly lit havens.
If only to find
that textured prize
I craved
when knees
were scraped
and innocence
meant
not knowing
the desire
to fill
houses
with ugly
momentos
of time.


Next word:

Lost

dahmnait
04-14-2006, 07:05 PM
light fragments
color twists
time crawls
swiftly forward
falling up
standing down
confusion
fear
unknown, known
who knows

i'm lost



Next: seizure

KTC
04-14-2006, 07:09 PM
looking
at her
lying there
still as
ice
in a cold
arctic landscape
i can feel
my body
shiver
in a seisure
of desire.


Next word: ice

poetinahat
04-14-2006, 07:27 PM
that musical tinkle
of cubes in my highball
cheers me
like the door-open jingle
at the drycleaners
but this time
the one-hour Martinizing
I'm after
is Dean.
Bottoms up, baby.

Next word: bottom

KTC
04-14-2006, 07:55 PM
Bottom
that pretty place
where the lines
become fuzzy
merge
into the reality
of stupor.
The amber liquid
hot in the
pit of your
poisoned belly.
Walking
no longer
a take it for granted
type of movement.
bottom
that pretty place
where the bottle
can be thrown
against the wall
and happiness
can depend
on whether or not
you crack your skull
on the way
to the bedroom.

Next word: Bedroom

NeuroFizz
04-14-2006, 08:03 PM
When did the bedroom
become a wedroom?

When did infatuation
become a love situation?

When did logic and reason
become sexual treason?

When will bedrooms be free
for just you and me?


Next: cryptic

Albedo of Zero
04-14-2006, 08:09 PM
his bedroom,
empty
for nights
but for the moonlight
peeking
through an errant fold in the drapes
it renders
cryptic shadows
as if
the cold room
was
a secret

next word: cold

A. Hamilton
04-14-2006, 08:33 PM
go ahead,
make fun
of my insanity



after all
i’m your prize,
since you found me
naked and shivering
on your doorstep.


your surprise that
i wasn’t
hungry pleased me,
my belly already full
of your bull****.


to compensate,
you offered clothes
too large
crowing loudly,
as if wearing your smelly shoes
elevated me.


parading me around
puffing your chest
staking your claim,
me with my
hunched shoulders
and clenched fists,
did you notice?




of course
i play this game well
knowing what comes next
the fun will fade
the door will shut.
alone again
naked and shivering.



next word: glee

dahmnait
04-14-2006, 08:58 PM
In jester's hat, I dance
On graves of king and queen
Majestic in eternal splendor
Of rotting flesh and crumpled bone
I dance

On graves of peasant boy and girl
Freed of earthly toil
They feed,
The worms, they feed.
And I dance

Feet bloodied to bone
Head hung in weary servitude
Yet still,
I dance

On graves of the loved and hated alike
Reduced all
By the inevitable fate
That is I,
I dance

In jester's hat,
In glee,
In sorrow,
In death,
I dance.


Next: Servitude

KTC
04-14-2006, 09:01 PM
Memories inspire
an excitement of their own
bring new hope
to a future
filled with something
other than incipient sadness
nothing, though
will touch
the memory
of glee
one gets
when syphoning
those memories
you once gave me
of you
touching
the madness
inside me
with loving servitude
just long enough
to ease
the pain
to silence.


NExt word: touch

Albedo of Zero
04-15-2006, 03:17 AM
a soft touch on my ears,
your words are
a wash to my eyes,
their meaning
but if you ever
come to me mute,
I will still love you



next word: mute

black winged fighter
04-15-2006, 05:29 AM
wordless, it comprehends:
the mute tongue
has the most to
say.


Next Word: tongue

Paint
04-15-2006, 06:22 PM
The cross
is not the story.
Nor the blood,
flesh or nails.

The Eyes that saw and wept
Tongue that spoke the Truth
Heart that knew us all
Spirit unquenched and alive.

Untouched by death
hatred
ridicule or pain
Glorious Easter!

next word: friend

black winged fighter
04-15-2006, 09:48 PM
She was blind
in my dream
I taught her to dance
swing
waltz
and tango
she laughed
eyes closed against the steps and stumbles
of feet
she learned quickly through
touch
and sound
and pressure
she learned quickly
and then she knew.

Next Word: learn

KTC
04-15-2006, 10:40 PM
It'll be backwards
and inside out
twisted
and yanked
in opposite
directions.
envy of others
whose logic comes
in even lines
directly to the
frontal lobes.
learn,
as i might
in twisted lines
that
fade to black
on empty
tear-streaked
highways...
bending off
in all directions.
endless envy
and
at times
even denial.



Next word: Envy

Albedo of Zero
04-16-2006, 05:32 AM
...and in the midst of our dissent

don't envy me because
i can walk away
with excuse
of work or schedule.
because then,
i would be leaving my heart
in the care
of an unhappy person.


and don't deny me the right
to come back
and look as if all is well.
because if i can't do that
my heart
would surely bleed dry.


next word: forgive

Cassie88
04-16-2006, 07:24 AM
Some words look sad
on paper,
like, falling.
She fell.

Always the ones
who try to fly,
fall,
a clipped angel,
reborn dead,
except her eyes,
that say,
"Who can I forgive?"

Even I turn away,
silent as the city lights
bleeding into the snow,
soft, falling
onto indifferent streets.

Some words lose their meaning,
like, tomorrow.
I swallow it;
choke on it.

And tomorrow,
can I watch again
an angel sipping
water through a straw?

I want to leave.
I need to walk,
like I have somewhere to go,
feeling my legs,
underneath me,
strong.

Some words change,
like, love.
I'm afraid.
I sleep,
dream it's tomorrow.
I can't hold on to the straw,
and my love,
like water,
drains away from my lips,
falling


Next word: falling

KTC
04-16-2006, 09:46 PM
I step off
the rocky ledge,
await your touch.
amber,
turquoise,
a Kaleidoscope
of twisting colours
caressing my fall,
wrapping themselves
around my tangled limbs.
But you no longer
reach out
to rescue me
when I leap.
you're no
longer there
watching me
falling
into
memories
of you
watching
me falling.

Next word: turquoise

black winged fighter
04-17-2006, 08:06 AM
Turquoise
is not the colour of your eyes,
nor sable
that of your hair.
Yet dreams show to me
your imperfections in a perfect light,
and I find you shine
the more.

Next Word: shine

dahmnait
04-17-2006, 11:08 AM
Standing shiny new
Eyes forward
Filled with anticipation
And a little fear
Waiting for the first bus ride
Kiss Momma goodbye
Hold back the tears
As hers flow
"I'll be alright momma"

Dress picture pretty
Hair done up
Curled and primped
Eyes shining
Filled with anticipation
And a little fear
Waiting for the first dance
Momma fusses over last minute fix
Hold back the tears
As hers flow
"I'll be alright momma"

Black and regal
Tassel to the right
Then left
As the long walk awaits
Scroll in hand
Momma stands proud
Hold back the tears
As hers flow
"I’ll be alright momma"

Draped in clouds of white
Veil shimmers
Eyes filled with love
And eager anticipation
Waiting for the words
Momma hugs and holds tight
Hold back the tears
As hers flow
"I’ll be alright momma"

White washed room
Demands to breathe
Push
Breathe
Waiting for first cry
Momma whispers reassurance
Hold back the tears
As hers flow
"I'll be alright momma"

Whispered words
In tube filled room
Eyes reflect the fear
And loss
Kiss momma goodbye
She holds back her tears
As mine flow
"I'll be alright momma"

I'll be alright.


Next: Proud

Unique
04-17-2006, 09:23 PM
The trendsetter strides off proudly
glancing back over her shoulder
she laughs
The gaggle following blindly
never realizes
she's wearing last year's shoes.


next word: laughs

Albedo of Zero
04-18-2006, 12:24 AM
he laughs with his eyes.

with a growl at his lips
and a run in his nose,
he bolts to the edge
of his territory.

his hair bristles
but his tail wags;
he must know these are mixed signals
because,

he laughs with his eyes.


next word: pet

Cassie88
04-18-2006, 12:43 AM
(meant to write "pets his head" - Fixing)

The grandchild lights up
when Poppy pets his head,
if he had a tail,
it would be wagging


next word: contentment

black winged fighter
04-18-2006, 07:53 AM
True love is not contentment -
it is electrical agony
just beneath the skin,
in the nerves
(where they breathe)
and they wait
(breathless)
for that sweet pain
to linger...


Next Word: linger

Cassie88
04-18-2006, 09:11 AM
What the hell lingers these days?
Seems like only bad memories.
Forgotten half of the best ones.
When things did linger,
they were my mother's
Chanel # 5,
my father's sweat
on the boat in August,
cigar smoke in the den,
and stale beer and cigarettes,
prepping the bar for the
Saturday hung over gang.
So what the hell lingers these days?
Some of the poems do.
Yes, some of the poems do.


Next word: stale

Nyna
04-18-2006, 09:43 AM
your taste lingers in my mouth
the feel of stale bread
dry and dusty
requiring something like
starvation
as motivation
to swallow.

i swallow water
spit rinse repeat
do not want you stuck here
underneath my tongue
between my teeth.

*************
next: starvation

poetinahat
04-18-2006, 12:11 PM
Sick and weak and burning
don't torment me with aromas
you say are wondrous
get them away
they burn my nostrils

Don't lie to me - I know your kind
skin-and-bones, you say?
it's flab drab and disgusting
with these batwings and tyre rolls
no man could love me

It's my own fault - weak as a girl
can't open a car door
noplace to go anyway
stay home from work again
don't want to talk about it

just a few more pounds
and I'll be happy

Next word: bones

black winged fighter
04-18-2006, 05:30 PM
Angles are the pretty places
where bone
and bones
dictate the shape of supple
skin
so smooth.
Hips,
shoulders,
knees,
where curves pool in a conglomeration
of corners.
My fingertips know them well,
but he has yet to go
mapping.

Next Word: map

dahmnait
04-18-2006, 05:59 PM
With silken touch, I trace
The contours of your body
A map of delectable delights
Here in the crook of your arm
Italy
A treasure spot of aromas
And taste
Your smooth, flat belly
The Middle East
So beautiful, a holy place
Where life is formed, and yet
Always at war with itself
And these, these wondrous crests of
Sustenance and pleasure
These, my love,
These are the Twin Sisters
To be traversed and explored
For the hidden beauties they posses
Until, at last, that glorious summit
Where earth meets sky
Is peaked

With silken touch, I trace


Next: Woman


Now this one I definitely have to work with.

Godfather
04-18-2006, 08:33 PM
she,
she isnt a woman,
shes a girl.
so sweet,
so innocent.

savouring every glance at her,
singing and writing songs for her,
she is a girl.
she is a beautiful girl.
so sweet,
so innocent,
to kiss her would be the world.

Godfather
04-19-2006, 02:46 AM
sorry, (god why do i always do this)


next word: kiss

black winged fighter
04-19-2006, 05:43 AM
A kiss is
liquid ivory
cream and ice
so warm -
to entice;
sweet salsa push and pull,
dancefloor tapping rhythmn,
the tug-and-shove
of fingers
palms,
flesh and feel
of skin
within.

next Word: within

Paint
04-20-2006, 12:37 AM
Within boundaries
I am safe, warm
unknowing, asleep
callm.

Outside boundaries
I am heart pounding
uncomfortable, alert
alive.

So take me now, I surrender
put me outside the limits
let me live,
breathe.

next word: limit

KTC
04-20-2006, 02:16 AM
sleep takes me
outside
slipstream
moments
disappear
not myself
awkward word
dance
sleep
no limit
awake now
tied
and bound.


Next word: awake

black winged fighter
04-20-2006, 07:05 AM
Awake, she could almost
taste the curve,
the sinew waist;
blue sunshine of the fingers curling
green-laced marroon
of a smile,
waste of a mile
in the middle of nowhere;
she could almost taste the powdered sugar
trivialities -
but not quite.

Next Word: quite

poetinahat
04-20-2006, 07:41 AM
Quite good.

Not rooftopshout excellent.
Not moneyback poor.
Not whatthehell remarkable.

Not quite 'good'.

Unrequited.

Next word: poor

A. Hamilton
04-20-2006, 12:54 PM
change carefully spent
today’s paper in hand
ad circled in ink
one room with a kitchen,
bus fare counted and palmed.


one strand left dangling
from plaited hair
sophistication has measure.


big girl and little girl
travel hand in hand,
only angels can compete.

dresses smoothed
courage gathered
throat cleared
next comes the gentle knock.


only a room with a kitchen,
no room for two!
angry words and a slammed door
are hard to bear
after the long trip.


but life goes on.


hand in hand
pretty chins up,
they travel back towards rest
carrying the paper,

for tonight it will be cold.




next word: determination

Godfather
04-21-2006, 12:03 PM
Through the driving rain,
I drank my sorrow deep.
The only way to ease the pain
And I could not sleep.

My brother took it in his stride,
I didn't know what to do
My mama gone from my side,
and my papa dead too.

It was on the night they died
When I saw Tom Joad
And I knew that if I cried
I'd be giving up all hope.


next word (yes, i remembered): stride

black winged fighter
04-21-2006, 06:06 PM
I went night striding
last night -
followed the street to
the furthest light -
turned left.
Cracked pavement,
a broken smile
stretched out in
the lightning mile -
then right.
A star's nest
I was searching for -
almost made it
to the door -
Dead end and a dead morning.

Next Word: end

Paint
04-21-2006, 08:22 PM
End
or beginning

when a dog
bites its tail?
when a child is born
or an old man dies?
when the sun rises
or slowly sets?
when I meet you
or leave you?

next word:tail

KTC
04-21-2006, 10:39 PM
There is nothing to it.
Just lay still,
James Dean dimple
making contures
in an otherwise
empty smile.
Seductive folds
in your limber limbs.
You are stretched out,
your body swathed
in slats of sunlight.
Dust motes surrounding
the air that you breathe.
Naked,
glimmering in post-shower glow.
A pretty piece of tail,
something to squander
during a lazy afternoon
of nothing else to do.
And I am hungry,
I will disturb the perfection
of your pose.
But only after
a moment of pause,
taking in the picture
I am about to enter.


Next word: HUNGRY

Albedo of Zero
04-22-2006, 02:03 AM
Circles dark
beneath them eyes,
pale skin and breathing...
fingers hold on to anything
warm
or cold, believing
the hunger in its heart
will soon be taken care of.

But it only lives a memory,
an instant without name.
In its stead or past its throes
it will be born again.


next word: unwanted

black winged fighter
04-22-2006, 07:15 AM
"Vile serpent of
velvet perfection,"
she says,
"isn't it? Is it not?"
A question mark
is a beheaded snake,
he knows.
It's a threat,
a hognose bluff
from her ever-open eyes.
"It is not welcome."
Light glints from her eyes.
"Not here."
He reaches out, his shiver touch
elicits a ripple,
and he knows,
there is a way in.
But no escape, for either.


Next word: affection

Cassie88
04-22-2006, 08:04 AM
silly affection me
slobber smooches
raspberry cheek me
nuzzle neck
nibble ear
me
I'm singing
Do you tra la la me
c'mere
affection me
silly


next word: goofy

KTC
04-22-2006, 09:57 PM
A Hymn for Keouac's Hymn

"Make it easy",
Something Kerouac once said
in a poem, a hymn?
an appeal to a higher being
some Eternal Mother or other?
Or was it slow?
Take it slow?
Something about the glint
of a tear
as it sat in the corner of his eye.
But for joy, not sorrow,
Sounds goofy, I know,
Joy at witnessing the simple
everyday
in a morning filled with rain.
Rain washes all things
Creates the illusion of shine
and lifts your heart,
If only momentarily.


Next word: Hymn

Paint
04-23-2006, 12:58 AM
In the spiritual nature
of being alone
I sing a hymn
to the sky and trees
grass and stone

The words are not
words, but sounds
to worship and praise
creatures who hear know
it is a song of love.

In profound quiet
So finely attuned
to the One who is
I feel the vibration,
turn of the planet.

next word: quiet

KTC
04-23-2006, 01:18 AM
Still,
under all that shouting,
I can hear it,
that profound
earth-shattering
silence,
that quiet
that scares me
so much
when all is
hushed
and my mind
wanders
to that place
where overlapping
soundtracks
of my confused
little world
loop
endlessly
upon themselves.

Next word: Confused

Albedo of Zero
04-23-2006, 04:41 AM
Juxtapose the beginning is the end;
the middle goes by sideways,
and we start before they load the gun.

Two feet pairs, toes up, toes down,
we move to make life
worth living.

The song on the radio
-in our heads,
beats too fast for the loving words,
but the coffee is on.

The next day before tomorrow,
we will kiss both cheeks
and say good bye.


next word: worth

Cassie88
04-23-2006, 05:41 AM
Worth every kernel of popcorn
to see you melt under her fire
stupid fvcking needy old man
she will eat you slowly
and lick your bones
after you're dead


next word: foolish

KTC
04-23-2006, 05:57 AM
Don't know about that?
Last time you fell
it was far.
Not dramatic
nothing like a swan
diving for its dinner.
More like
the foolish
face splat
of a drunken sailor
hobbling home
from a night
of whiskey swilling
and dart throwing.
Breaking up
is not so hard
to do.

Next word: swan

Cassie88
04-23-2006, 06:49 AM
We used to pretend
to be animals,
me, up in the tree,
a monkey,
you, by the pond,
a swan, you said
you were.
I liked scratching
my stomach,
but you sat
still,
and I hated that
you could be beautiful
without doing anything
at all.

Next word: rivals

KTC
04-23-2006, 07:14 AM
We were rivals
back then.
Mostly because
beauty had a way
of eluding you.
You couldn't quite
make out
the apple pie
goodness
of your inner light.
Fought to hide it
within the furrowed brows
of your dangling anger mask,
while hating me
for the beauty I possessed.
Skin deep,
not so everlasting.
Like Havisham,
I crumble...
Sitting in the empty
parlour,
watching a wilting cake
sink
to the floor
layer upon layer
crumbling...
just like the beauty
I once possessed.


Next word: Cake

black winged fighter
04-23-2006, 05:45 PM
I wanted cake,
at least some crumbs to taste,
at least a sliver of icing flashing
silver in my mouth,
sweetness rushing through my mouth,
sugar tingle in my throat -
I wanted cake,
but bread was all you gave me.

Next Word: bread

KTC
04-23-2006, 07:22 PM
The blood of life,
What more
do you want
from me.
Tip of the tongue
longing,
desire
burning down
the threshold
of your body.
Bread.
The link
to scoudrels
and demons.
The blood.
coursing through
the generations
left behind.
The murder of men
the cross between us.
And you want more.
More then yeast
can provide
with its
ignorant
philistine
imagery.
Eat your bread.

Next word: tongue

black winged fighter
04-23-2006, 11:20 PM
Make of my body
a heart
to shudder and thump
and glow red with life.
Make of my body
a mane
to wave and fly
free in the wind of nights.
Make of my body
a tongue,
and teach it to taste
the world.

Next Word: World

KTC
04-23-2006, 11:27 PM
Taste the world
with all of its
raw, endentured
slaves.
Taste the plague
the dark
stench
of man.
Taste it
in your mouth
for a moment.
And realize,
with quick
awakening eyes,
that you are
a part of the beauty
found within
the cesspool
of creation.
Such a lovely
swirl
of colors.
Such a taste
manna
pretty to touch
too. velvet
like a painting
not shown
on museum walls.

Next word: Museum

Eveningsdawn
04-24-2006, 11:46 PM
he is an angel escaped
leaving his marble shell behind
in the classical museum
that was to him a prison
and he is searching for mermaids
skimming over the water
with wingtips just-touching
but the waters of the Seine
are too dirty for mermaids.

next word: mermaid

black winged fighter
04-25-2006, 01:18 AM
A mermaid is
the wish
that got away.

Next Word: wish

KTC
04-25-2006, 03:41 AM
They promised
that wishing
would bring
about dreams
promised
a simple wish
would last
an eternity
become fulfilled
somewhere between
now and death.
Then they left,
fled the scene,
discrediting
their promise
with the simple
act of leaving.
Once they left
it was inevitable
that others would
follow.
And now,
alone,
I am left
with an empty
wish.


Next word: Empty

Nyna
04-25-2006, 04:14 AM
Point your fingers at the side of your head
and abbreviate Montana -- MT, MT, MT.

Spell silk ten times, fast -- S I L K
S I L K
S I L K
S I L K
S I L K
etc., etc.

Now what do cows drink?
Hint: the answer isn't milk.
(Unless they're baby cows.)
(If I meant baby cows I would have said calves.)
(Well -- )

When I was young I used to do just what they
told me to, even thought I knew that they would always
make me look dumber than I was -- MT, MT.
**** for brains, nothing there, all fluff and nonsense
(Stuff and nonsense)
I used to laugh when they laughed, because --

Laugh and the world laughs with you,
cry and the world laughs at you -- complete with
pointing fingers and bad jokes. (MT, MT.)
At some ages laughter is the worst medicine, and no amount
of sugar can send it smoothly down.

Think of an animal that starts with E,
think of a country that starts with D --
let me guess. Elephants in Denmark?
(I'm just psychic.)
(Well, I was thinking Emus in the Dominican Republic, but -- )
(Liar.)

And so on, so forth. We all like to feel clever, even when all
we're doing is parroting what everyone else figured out
first. Somebody else always figures it out first.

(Point your fingers like a gun to the side of your head,
and say it with me: Empty.) (There's nothing there but
nonsense.)


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

Next word: Nonsense

Albedo of Zero
04-25-2006, 04:20 AM
I watched a hawk in the empty sky
where before there wasn't any.
A waft of air under its wings
turned it side to side, deciduous.
It turned to dot, to blackened speck,
to memory, to heaven.
I think I may be generous
when painting soft its feathers.


next word: flight

black winged fighter
04-25-2006, 06:37 AM
At night, she holds close,
holds him close,
and tells him sounds
that become words
that become story -
feathered thoughts
of crimson fantasy
that take flight into a
silver sunrise
that reflects in their shared sweat
and tears.
She tells him with her mouth,
with her hands,
and with something fluttery in the darkest depth
of her cage.
She tells him,
and then she joins him
in slumber.

Next Word: Slumber

KTC
04-25-2006, 02:31 PM
That day will come
when I can lie down
succumb to the need
to sleep eternal.
Close my eyes,
invite weightlessness
once again
into my life.
I can almost feel it
crave it
hibernation from thought.
I plead
and still
I walk.
Await my slumber.
And the sun
reminds me
how much I will miss
when that day
finally comes.

Next word:hibernation

ddgryphon
04-25-2006, 09:18 PM
I am told that bears in hibernation
can still be roused to anger when disturbed
And sleeping dogs are better often left
to lie and while the harmless hours by;
but I could never mind such sane advice
when faced with bald and callous thoughtless acts
pushed on undeserving hapless victims
by giants taking more than any share.
Those wasting all that others might require
to simply live and make their life each day.
They surfeit greed through sacrifice of those
thought lacking an exalted state of grace.
In this I find I must provoke the bear.
I must the dreaming dog from stupor wake
to take the burden from a world that aches.
***************************************

Next word: Ache

KTC
04-25-2006, 10:24 PM
It grips me quite often,
this ache of the mind.
Eternal.
Lethargy of thought.
Sounds intriguing
to be dismal
abysmal
in the wake
of sleepless nights.
I'd rather be plowing,
though,
through fields of bliss.
Riding across the unchartered
islands,
holstered to Ganesha
like a dance
of yin and yang.
My elephant likeness
sleek and oblique
but not too much
like the real thing.
Canvas-like
with the paint
still sticky
to the touch.
I guess that best
explains the feeling
of experiencing
this fleeting mind.
Sticky to the touch.
Ungraspable moments
waiting to be removed
from the wheels of time.

Next word: sticky

ddgryphon
04-26-2006, 02:35 AM
Warm, wet, exploding
sticky all over my face
bubble was too big

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

Next word: Bubble

KTC
04-26-2006, 02:29 PM
Charlatans and maniacs
dance erotic
squander days
by the fire
conjuring demons
with pretty eyes
seaweed hair
dimples to hide
the fact
that they don't care.
Thought bubble
rises
above the smoke
solitude
vivid memories
wrapped within
the somber taste
of green velvet
peyote pellets.
Music begins
lifts the angels
from flames
tickles dervishes
spinning madly
in a dance of indifference.
Bonfire explosion,
trickles ashes
down upon the assembled
sleeping devils,
warm, wet
exploding images
trickle to the ground
fortelling futures unlived.


Next word: velvet

kdnxdr
04-26-2006, 07:48 PM
velvet
liquid black
languishing dreams
slipping around
sinewed curves
falling
on the floor


next word:


red

Albedo of Zero
04-26-2006, 11:41 PM
I've seen red before,
in anger,
like the saying.
It was filmy
like my thoughts
-over my sight and my mind.
I wanted to kill.

My husband
at the time...sigh,
could not appease the furor at my hands.

No, he couldn't;
he was the cause.

Behind my sight
I felt the blue clear
of my child's tears
and my anger softened
to a pulpy confusion.

Which would be worse,
his father's abuse
or to see my red.


next word: decision

Paint
04-27-2006, 12:55 AM
Who leaves
when it is time to go?
Who makes
the decision?

When the love
story is over
the plot spoiled
the ending sour,
who leaves?

Does each hope
the other will decide
or the fates intervene?
Something to avoid
the moment it is known
you can not remain
together.

next word: fate

kdnxdr
04-27-2006, 06:37 AM
fate of the world:
right place
right time
to push
the right button
for the right reason

need I say more?




next word

chastise

KTC
04-27-2006, 02:33 PM
I wanted more
from you.
your approval
a nod
contentment.
you gave me
less than zero,
that unequivocal
balance
of ignorance
and bliss.
Shunned me
to invisibility
made vigilant work
of disappearing
my bravado.
chastise me now.
I am strong.
I can take it.
You made a wall of me
with your thin white blade.


Next word: bliss

ddgryphon
04-28-2006, 01:35 AM
Once, walking
into an unknown
town
I went down

Suckerpunched

Lying in the dust
of that
infrequently
traveled road
warm, red
blood flowing
from my nose
over my split
swollen lip

My eyes from
darkness to haze
to clarity
saw that
which, lost
moments before,
went unobserved:

Ironwork arch
dark against the sky
stretched from side to
side of that path
written in archaic
letters the twisted
ferric script called out:

“Welcome to Bliss”

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

next word: Archaic

KTC
04-28-2006, 03:56 AM
languid movements
she made
liquid woman
found namaste
her zen wall whiteness
polishing silver
on stained aprons
lost in moments
sun falling across
her archaic laugh lines
remembering those
bent fingers
always brings a smile
harkens
the aroma
of onions,
fried potatoes
peppery sneezes
in a sunny morning
two generations
content
in a sagging house
and a cat
stretching threateningly
beside the rocker
smiling beatific
tempting fate
for a taste at the pan.

next word: apron

Paint
04-28-2006, 08:44 PM
I cried in grandma's apron
the smell of flour and soap.
Her hand rested on my head
"All is well-Jesus loves you
and I do too."

It is a memory
stirring in my dreams
sorting through my day life
listening to the breeze,
whispering leaves that tell me
"All is well-Jesus loves you
and I do too."

So the children cry
hanging on my knee
little broken hearts
tears that wet my jeans.
Put my hand upon their head
"All is well-Jesus loves you
and I do too."

next word: broken

Cassie88
04-28-2006, 08:57 PM
Broken Battery

Not plugged in,
this woman behind the wall
of her desk.
Her batteries must be low,
the smile switch,
failing,
pulling the corners
of her lips down.
Poor thing,
exhausted, day after day,
hiding the sneer.
I get the hell out of there,
not being passive-aggressive,
myself, and spit
the bad taste in my mouth
onto the cracked sidewalk.
You need a recharge,
b**ch.


Next word: disgusted

black winged fighter
04-29-2006, 08:08 AM
Disgusted by the way
I need you,
my cliche,
just like everyone else -
Love is the death
of difference -
such sweet conformity...


Next Word: conform

KTC
04-29-2006, 05:59 PM
I twisted backwards
away from it,
hung tongue sideways
askew, in thought
danced across
the gritty dance floor
wings meandering
bass notes
squeezing life
out of my manic movements.
I would not
conform.


Next wrod: manic

Paint
04-29-2006, 06:47 PM
moon
full and blue-white
seasons change.

High
giggles and jokes
joy unabridged.

He wakes
depressed, frown
slams the door.

Snarl
foul and furious
manic.

next word: seasons

black winged fighter
04-29-2006, 08:17 PM
She dislikes the
seasons everlasting,
the winter and the summer
and flippant spring
and Fall -
set colours on the canvas -
No.
She prefers
the inky waters, the
murk-made-light and shadow
of mixing times.
The days in-between
seasons
and their bright cliches.

Next Word: bright

KTC
04-29-2006, 11:19 PM
intensity
in her eyes
reminds me
of the bright
blind white
of a sunny
summer day.
I usually
avert my eyes.

Next word: summer

black winged fighter
04-30-2006, 03:22 AM
In summer -
she was not like
other girls
would wear
their
hair
all tied and up
their legs all opened up,
clear. Unambiguous.
Long hair, curled with
sweat so
sheen of
sunlight silver -
a flower and a skirt,
sashay down the street.
Hot in summer - but he could tell
she wore next to
nothing
in winter.

Next Word: nothing

Eveningsdawn
04-30-2006, 04:19 AM
Keyes said:
Death has four postures.
And this is truth,
for she is
before, behind,
above, and below.
Death surrounds life
and so defines it.
For what is joy
without sorrow?
And what is life
without death?
Without endings,
we are nothing.

next word: hurt

Cassie88
04-30-2006, 04:41 AM
When Della Reese sang,
I'm so hurt, even those
of us who hadn't yet
been hurt, understood.
Such a little word.
Doesn't seem big
enough to carry
its own weight,
just like any of us,
carrying around
the hurts
that pile up over
the years.


Next word: avenge

Nyna
04-30-2006, 01:53 PM
our every tragedy
magnified by your malice
breathes with loss

your selfish pain
became rage
aimed blindly

landing
on the man who once talked
my mother off a rooftop
eleven stories
off the road below

sometimes i wonder
why i shouldn't
just

there are lines
people do not cross
you crossed
i should not cross

we are burning
your blood is so much
acid

your veins run
with venom


next word: cross

black winged fighter
04-30-2006, 06:26 PM
Sometimes
she goes up the 999 stairs
goes up the 19 floors
to the top
of Tall Building Block 9a.
Sometimes
she goes up
goes up
up to the brown-flower garden
dustbowl on the roof
top
of Tall Building Block 9a.
Sometimes
she can see everything everything from up there.
And she stands with her arms out
rigid
and her back curved
rigid
a cross
so rigid-brittle
to hold up the world
up on Tall Building Block 9a.

Next Word: rigid

KTC
05-01-2006, 01:53 AM
eyes fluid,
liquid,
enticing me
to greatness.
Lips, rigid,
menacing,
quieting my
momentum,
making regret
of my waking
thoughts.

Next word: regret

black winged fighter
05-01-2006, 06:12 AM
The regret in our
not-touch
keeps me wakeful
in the night.

Next Word: awake

KTC
05-02-2006, 02:12 PM
awake,
the moon's light
trails across the surface
of your naked body,
makes luminous ponds
upon your silky flesh.
entry points
to dive into,
to reach
the sleeping fields
Morpheus has put
aside
for me alone.


Next word: DIVE

black winged fighter
05-02-2006, 04:05 PM
Dive me under;
I dare not breathe-
your sweet suffocation
is all I need.

Next Word: Need

ricahardo
05-02-2006, 09:26 PM
A fine line,

defined - how?

Life threatening lack?

The smack of greed?

Or genuine neccessity?

The simplicity of life and death.

The psyche at war with reality.

Venality versus hunger.

Which is it that you plead?

Need, or want?


Next word: Hunger

black winged fighter
05-03-2006, 02:39 AM
You are:
brown bread with
glisten golden glow
honey
and blue water -
sweet milk with cinnamon
and tuscan grapes green
yellow in perfection -
woodsmoke
in the throat
and the sugar
and the flour -
dark red rice
and spice.
I am:
hungry.

Next Word: spice

KTC
05-03-2006, 03:36 PM
remembering
being in her wake
as she walked down Yonge,
that petchouli blend
made me weak
in the knees,
desirous of her neck,
that sweetly sweat
of her little nape,
drizzled
in the spice
of indian incense.
Madly dancing
behind her,
sniffing the breeze
in anticipation of a kiss,
an embrace
a two lovers kissing
by a Paris fountain moment,
trapped forever
in sepia image,
for postcards
and valentines,
lazy love you letters.
remembering.

Next word: Paris

threedogpeople
05-04-2006, 12:56 AM
I stroll along the avenues
Taking in the historic views

Lovers talking face to face
Eyes and arms in rapt embrace

Do I spend the day drinking champagne
or do I visit Notre Dame?

Do I sit and watch the world go by
or do I visit the Palace of Versailles?

“It’s really spectacular”, people say
“you have to stroll the Champs-Elysees”.

See a Monet or sail the Seine?
Or go where everyone else has been.

I think I’ll just stay right here
I’ll not visit the Follies Bergere.

I’ll just stroll along the avenues
I’ll enjoy the people along with the views.


Next word: Forget

black winged fighter
05-04-2006, 01:56 AM
I forget to bleed
sometimes in the
second half of the night -
it comes with its wet sheen
blanket
dew of desire
and fear wrapped up in
the coccoon of half-whispered
dreams
have nothing to do with it.

Sometimes I forget.


Next Word: sometimes

ricahardo
05-04-2006, 03:34 AM
fear wrapped up in
the coccoon of half-whispered
dreams


This is a truly inspired line!




I forget to bleed
sometimes in the
second half of the night -
it comes with its wet sheen
blanket
dew of desire
and fear wrapped up in
the coccoon of half-whispered
dreams
have nothing to do with it.

Sometimes I forget.


Next Word: sometimes

ddgryphon
05-04-2006, 07:36 AM
The next word is "Sometimes"

Cassie88
05-04-2006, 08:12 AM
Sometimes,
Sometimes is better than always,

And sometimes,
Sometimes is better than never.

But if sometimes is better than always,
it's got to be about eating french fries,
or something like that,

And if sometimes is better than never,
it's got to be about wearing your seat belt,
or something like that.

Sometimes, I like to write silly stuff,
and in this case, sometimes is better
than always and better than never.

Sometimes, I make myself crazy,
like now, and it's taking up
some time, but sometimes,
I don't give a damn.


Next word: cockamamie


which is better than always and
definately better than never.

KTC
05-04-2006, 02:11 PM
of all the nut job plans,
this is the worst,
to test the wings
made in art class,
from the pretty
yet lightweight
tissue paper
we have come to count on.
Cockamamie,
to trust the wind,
rush into air
with nothing
between you and the ground
but a mile of faith.
Your plan will fail,
But I will be there,
standing on the ground...
watching,
watching and cheering
as you take your leap.

Next word: leap


(Geez, Cassie! Could you MAKE it any harder! (-; )

Godfather
05-05-2006, 05:22 PM
Oh yes, yes, yes.
I have made some leap,
or am about to,
in this poetry game.

Oh yes, yes, yes.
the hardest possible word
for the 'Next Word:'

Are you ready?

And yes, it's a real word

Next Word: pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

ddgryphon
05-05-2006, 07:22 PM
When you spoke
I thought I heard diamonds
and sought to
breathe their
value into my life

I listened
transfixed
inhaling deeply
that fine experience
that promise
of richness

Gradually I choked
a dryness on
my tongue
in my throat
My lungs expanded
blackened to
uselessness

Dead as your words
shattered quartz
not jewels
a faux life
of lies

With my last breath
I cursed your eyes
and my hubris
the doctor sighed
and said I died
from pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

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

Next word: Hubris

black winged fighter
05-06-2006, 02:29 AM
Pardon my disbelief,
but no Sphinx came to you,
set you no three-legged
riddle. Thus
I grow tired of you ill-gotten
hubris,
your dead waltz
and your dirge.


Next Word: dirge

KTC
05-06-2006, 02:35 AM
I will sing of thee
a dirge of mourning,
carry your casket
to that place upon the hill,
that lovely place
where the trees whisper
and the sun sets.
I will lament your tongue,
your words, your music,
sing a funeral hymn,
a psalm in honour
of your leaving.

Next word: Psalm

black winged fighter
05-06-2006, 09:31 AM
Sing me a psalm
with your hands -
strum my rib chords,
my nervous strings -
colour me
stained
glass with
your prayer kisses.
Whisper them
to my skin,
to my ears,
to my lips -
confess
and all shall be
repeated.

Next Word: sin

Albedo of Zero
05-06-2006, 10:05 AM
let's sin without
without a doubt
like in like flyn
and breathing out
the tangled web!
we used to shout
or pout or flout
from forth devout
the hail mary penitence
that came about
because our route
of hellious ways
was just found out


next word: tangled

black winged fighter
05-07-2006, 07:27 AM
In the tangle
of his eyes
she found a wilderness
to
tame her.

Next Word: wild

Godfather
05-07-2006, 04:24 PM
cigarette smoke rises
into the light of the lone lamp,

mutters and ideas gain weight
with every stroke of the pen,

a dishevelled appearance
can only add to the untamed ambition,

low light, fists hammering on the table
and the poem is wrought.



next word: hammering

Paint
05-08-2006, 01:47 AM
Up, up a million steps
to the podium in the sky
I reach for your hand
and swallow my hammering heart.

Speak, garbled through
shaky breath, wobbling
on air-jointed knees
I read the poem
that I wrote for you
on that dark thick night.

I feel your warm breath
misting on my face
Even unto this moment
you are gone-
Passed,
but still with me.

next word: passed

black winged fighter
05-08-2006, 08:47 AM
I took my hemlock
with a quiet pride,
passed the iquor,
golden,
beyond my lips,
kissed the juniper woody
taste -
forced my swallow
and your embrace.
What now?
I had not thought to survive
this sweet ache
in my heart.

Next Word: ache

Godfather
05-08-2006, 01:08 PM
i took the sea in my hands
and half-quenched my thirst
with my eyes, i took the lands
my hunger grew worse.

men are out of reach.
my legs can't keep up,
a man, and a man each
my hands can't clasp shut.

"You world will break!"
i roar in anger at the sun
and if it weren't for a soulache
i might have won

Next Word: sun

Eveningsdawn
05-08-2006, 11:32 PM
the word for
the way a rock feels
against your cheek
when it is
sun-warmed and
surf-smoothed,
taste-smelling of salt
yards from the waves
is serendipitous;
unexpected, opportune.

next word: creation

KTC
05-09-2006, 01:52 PM
I could get lost
in the curve of thigh
you let spill
from the tussled sheets
in the wake of our embrace.
I could lose myself
in the slope
of your spine
as it stretches in comfort
cat-like in the slat of sun
coming in
from the parted curtains.
But then again
I am easily amused,
quick to forget you
in the dance of creation
found within the motes
as they move
frantically within the same
errant rays.


Next word: embrace

black winged fighter
05-10-2006, 06:34 AM
Embrace
is too formal
for what I'd like to do.
Hug
is too simple
for what I need to do.
Touch
will suffice.

Next Word: sufficient

KTC
05-10-2006, 02:25 PM
touch...
sufficient enough
for the merging of two beings?
Liquid melding
in shiny amber glass.
In the heat of reason,
two become one.
All in the space of touch.

Next word:liquid

black winged fighter
05-11-2006, 08:40 AM
She bent
she flowed around him
so liquid smooth
inviting
deep under-longing-current
of their love
and longing.

Next Word: long

KTC
05-11-2006, 02:41 PM
Long breaths
will keep them together,
expand their lungs
to orgasmic heights,
allow them to entwine
in an underwater embrace
liquid smooth
smothering the air
above
memories of air
as they sink
to the depths
longing
clinging
to a world of mirrors
seeweed dancing
in the ray of light
entering the crystal pool
giving incandescence
to their dancefloor kiss.


next word: mirrors

Paint
05-11-2006, 11:26 PM
Mirrors grace the walls
in the great hall no more.
They are put away
as the mistress hides
from her ever marching
journey to age.

No reflections
to watch her pass by
in vintage gowns
of yellowed satin and lace.
She will not have to see
the maps of life lived
on a canvas of sheer
blue veined skin.

next word: vintage

threedogpeople
05-12-2006, 08:19 PM
Vintage!
Is that a kinder way
of saying that
I'm getting old?

Back off!
I'm just getting
started but
I'm beginning
to understand.

Short!
Life is very
short but
living is a
grind.

Bite Me!
I've had enough
of age-ism,
sex-ism,
political-ism,
God-ism,
economic-ism.

Enough!
I'm not going
to be
smothered by
what others
think.

I...AM...UNIQUE.


Next word: Slumber

Cassie88
05-13-2006, 02:51 AM
How do you slumber, Mr. Clumber?
Deep, like the grave of your wife?
Uninterrupted, like your rage at dawn,
Or shallow, like your pitiful life?

I heard you, Mr. Clumber,
Your timber full of thunder,
I saw you, Mr. Clumber,
Raise your fist at night.

I went to your home when you
Passed out from drinking.
I listened as she
Whispered in fright.

I would've slayed you, Mr. Clumber,
In your slumber; I would've
Dug your grave deep.

But I'm just a woman, Mr. Clumber.
Don't let my silly words
Pervert your sleep.

Next Word: Coward

Morgansbell
05-13-2006, 07:35 AM
That brave wanderer might by stars make
Or by sham bring tales of his leaving.
He might discover a charm and fortunes make,
But first, steady plans before his leaving.

On maps he ciphers the scriber's notes
And plots his course by rivers weaving.
As the disciples hanging by his bootstraps note,
The outrageous courage of his story's weaving:

"I'll make fortunes from experiences of the world,"
He said, in booming wild gusts of boasting,
"For adventure is the seeker's pearl."
They bathed in the warped truths of his boasting.

But the gallant mark fixed in his nature left,
First light tore naked his deceiving.
Beyond the barbs of jeopardy, because he never left,
His mettle's ghost yellowed from decieving.

Morgan S. Bell

Next word: adventure

black winged fighter
05-15-2006, 07:36 AM
The adventure is in her palms,
where yellow light
waits to pool,
waits to cup
his lifeline
a padlock waiting for
a key.

Next Word: key

(formatting is messed up...not my fault. *smiles*)

KTC
05-19-2006, 10:49 PM
Loneliness,
so much like bloodletting,
the key
is not to drain
yourself to empty.
Soft sobbing and hidden tears
stalk the empty heart.

Next word: Heart

Godfather
05-20-2006, 12:08 AM
my blood.
and the.
pumping.
of it.

rock and.
rolling?
my blood.
pumping.

respect?
nowhere.
help me.
get the hell outta here


next word: respect

black winged fighter
05-22-2006, 07:57 PM
"Love?" she said,
two cigarettes smoking,
grey drift mingling
in the air,
in their lungs,
"I'd rather have
respect."

Next Word: smoke

threedogpeople
05-22-2006, 10:32 PM
Smokin' hot?

Smokin' not!

She says, "cool";
She says, "cool";
She says, "cool";

like a fool.



Next word: Iris

Albedo of Zero
05-24-2006, 12:49 AM
What held that Iris could ride the rainbow,
descend through the prismatic mist
of spring before it floods the earth,
but the swords, green and upright
of a flower with softness and color
uncommon from most seeds
slicing open the thickest of dead air
that churns from below
-a game of pride as Persephone
waves from another time
and Hades allows for life.

Then as harpies shear the sky,
nagging to make men mortal,
Iris, beauty within, without a worry
lets man know there will still be life.



next word: myth

black winged fighter
07-04-2006, 06:58 AM
You are the taste of a myth,
and now every meal
until you
will be
but a fable.

Next Word: fable

KTC
07-04-2006, 02:24 PM
you are a fable
a moral twister
created to lead others
down the beaten path.
I am a lie,
a twisted moral,
created to lead others
down the less likely route,
made easy
by the forked tongue telling.


Next word: path

Nyna
07-04-2006, 09:28 PM
Worn path sludge heavy
under weary worn feet
plodding slogging through the mud
that slips between my toes
as I slide-stumble to the beat.
Head down eyes down
on the road endless before me
rain pounds down drowns me;
turns dusty roads muck muddy.
Worn path sludge heavy
leading on and on and on.
I drudge trudge onwards
through the rain, the cold, the mud.

Mud squishes and mud splatters;
all is mud, mud, mud.


Next word: mud.

black winged fighter
07-05-2006, 06:14 AM
I want mud.
I want dark warmth,
unknown squirming,
wriggle-lives to itch and
twist and squilge
as my fingers seize and squeeze and lock -
but no.
I have clear water.
I have nothing.

Next Word: nothing

KTC
07-05-2006, 02:40 PM
I want nothing.
Nothing to hamper
the whisper of silence,
Nothing between me
and the slippery mud
of my eventual burial place.
Desire is easy
if you allow for failure,
that sweet promise
of nothing
at the end of the day.


Next Word: Failure

black winged fighter
07-05-2006, 07:02 PM
I never had you.
There was touch
and talk -
no promise...
So why does her smile
feel like failure?

Next Word: So

KTC
07-06-2006, 02:48 PM
So true,
the absence of touch
makes hard the desire.
Promises are cards
to hold you at bay,
little tickets to shred
in the minutes leading to touch.
A brush of skin
as it passes you by.
Scintillating, awkward,
the dance of romance
without the fulfillment of touch.

Next word: Awkward

poetinahat
07-06-2006, 04:30 PM
Blather.
Raise a lather
from your oiled lips
and wave a weaving hand
while you shout and pronounce
louder by fluid ounce
what the goddamn problem is
and who should take a stand
but then
just when
you swivel round
to fingerjab the air
above our eyes
the sweaty glass you knuckle
empty of dutch
(not much) courage now
misses the coaster and shatters
suddenly the light ain't so dim
and you see all of us thinking
what the hell's with him?
and you think, what the hell?
and feel a clammy damp
where there should be a laugh
and a lonely breeze
where your zip is down.
A room of faces
looks away.

next word: faces

Nyna
07-07-2006, 12:20 AM
How many faces do you think I wear?
How many secrets do you think I keep?
Do you try to count them while I sleep?
I’ll tell you now there’s things I will not share –
I know you lie to me sometimes; it’s fair.
You sow with what is never said, and reap
what I won’t say. These buried depths aren’t cheap.
What would you pay? Or don’t you even care?

You speak of love as though it means something --
or sometimes do. Then faces change, and you
do not speak of love at all, nor smile.
I miss the face that smiles. I miss the you
I love. I don’t love you always – does it sting?
We kiss; pretend we are not steeped in guile.


Next word: Lies

black winged fighter
07-07-2006, 05:39 AM
No more lies,
I promise,
to you.

I love you
and would like it
if you
loved me
back.


Your move.

Next Word: leap

Paint
07-08-2006, 10:00 PM
What I want
my highest dream

I wonder;
to lean a little each day
cautious
sweated
plotting my move
in tiny unsure
steps.

Or to spread
my dusty wings
leap abandoned
free
breathing the crystal
pure white
air

next word: lean

black winged fighter
07-09-2006, 09:11 PM
Lean in
but don't kiss -
the chance
to miss the mark
is too great.

But the risk in striking true
is even greater.
Friends?

Next Word: Always

KTC
07-11-2006, 02:31 PM
Reaching forward,
hands slice through
the space between,
make softer
the memory of distance.
Always,
you and I
reaching forward,
to fill the void
that can never be
completely absent
between us.

Next word: Absent

Ilovepensandpaper
07-12-2006, 07:51 AM
I sat right there beside you on the couch
Carelessly, raunchily running my mouth
Talking about stuff that'll make my mom blush
Spilling my guts about too much sex stuff
I damn well enjoyed being the center of attention
Telling secrets I swore not to mention
I was friggin' happy and on top of my game
For once in awhile I wasn't docile and tame
Yeah, I was sitting beside you - I was at the party
But I wasn't really there
Couldn't you tell by the speedy, pressured speech?
Couldn't you tell by the nutty talk that wouldn't cease?
I shot passed my flat line, I rocketed into outer space-
Yes, last week at the party I spent
But if anyone wants to reminisce
I won't recollect because I was absent!
Copyright 2006 by Dana J.

Next Word: Mania

Albedo of Zero
07-12-2006, 09:50 PM
a mania from nantucket
started from dropping a bucket
that jack and jill
dried the farmers well
leaving neither a drop
or a plunket

so all of humpty's horses
ran through chaotic courses
to find some rain
but oh! the pain
to find only
deserted sources

the queen was in the counting house
shampooing the sporting dog
while mary-mary oh contraire!
kissed the prince who turned into a frog

and mania runs through that town
with one sock and one shoe off
until comes back the king
with the enchanted wring
to squeeze out some watery drops


(feeling silly i was)...next word: crazy

Paint
07-15-2006, 09:24 PM
Cute nickname
when she was young
and ran the bars.
Some even thought
it could be exciting.

Middleage now
heavy from beer
too much tavern food
Crazy Mary seems hurtful
when it could be true.

next word: tavern

black winged fighter
07-15-2006, 10:00 PM
Until I went
to one,
taverns were not
real for me.

Next Word: real

davids
07-19-2006, 07:57 PM
Real time,
the quiet place that sits in your soul
that beckons to you
out of spirit's hope

spirit's hope

black winged fighter
07-20-2006, 09:00 AM
A spirit's only hope
is for the flesh
to eat it.
Consumption
is the sumptuous
death and delight.

Next Word: consumption

Paint
07-21-2006, 01:53 AM
Over-consumption
debt rages on.
You own nothing
the bank has it all.

loans upon loans
nowhere to turn
simple life calls
some will not hear.

next word: rages