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Hearts And Unicorns (Shark Pool, Show and Tell WS)

Submitted by William Saint George on Thu, 2012-08-16 12:32

Of hearts and unicorns,
and fancy clad ladies.

It's all for a game of "Pick and Play",
Under a canopy of crows and rainbows.

Little bells beat in the storm,
and chime like reversed death-knells

calling you from the grave of living,
to the endless promenade,
hand in hand,
under the scrutiny of friends and family.

Of tear drops and split throats,
or worse, of broken hearts and limbs,

your kisses taste like chloroquine,
they're very hard to swallow.

Workshop: 
Show And Tell: Intensive Critique Workshop

precept five confusion

Submitted by judyanne on Thu, 2012-08-16 07:03

they say booze is the great antagonist
abstention needs be sought in earnest
of liver, kidney, brain and bladder
intoxication's the great destroyer

the teacher said to love my enemy
if I desire to be someone worthy
so does it not seem order of divine
that I should love my spirits and wine?
.

Eclipse

Submitted by Rula on Thu, 2012-08-16 02:36

Is it only me
or do you quetch the same!
On my lips the smiles fade and
I am not sure who's to blame

Once I got my mirror,
alone I practised smiling
again and again
but
she tauntingly
repaid me a shabby smile

Have I turned out insane?

L E A N . . . L I N E N

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2012-08-16 00:43

crippled drip
tumbling
its thrust against
its fall

outside the night
fills up with stars

the glitter wall

and a mouth of
hesitation
is dark with teeth
pale headstones
in nocturnes ease

our costume smiles
papery as halloween
flirts

your restless hands
against the bright
automatic pattern
of your shirt

pale fingers thin
the watery dexterity
of the hunt

dirty nails that taste
of smoke

A scratch on the sand

Submitted by t. reflexion on Thu, 2012-08-16 00:42

The dead are forgotten
All they held dear to heart
Dusty distant recall
Gone with them far afield
While we sit on an edge
A limbo of some sort
Pondering on our fate
On what lies beyond here

Beyond the final sill
We can only imagine
Glories of paradise
And the torments of hell
While we struggle so hard
With realities today
Draw and erase or write
On the sand of our time

sympathetic gesture in pennies

Submitted by the_fool on Wed, 2012-08-15 20:46

perched upon a pallet
each powerful pull
prompting further
his pickled pitch of pep

all promises
proclamations
played out
and unproductive

Intimacy

Submitted by Nilmini on Wed, 2012-08-15 15:13

Clock strikes ten
It is time for bed
You lay down beside me
On my pillow you rest your head
On your right shoulder
My head, I fondly place
You lower your eyes
And look at my face

Your eyes look amused
Smile dances on the lips
When I touch the curls
On your chest with finger tips
It feels so perfect
Too good to be true
I tremble with joy
My veins, as it runs through

a r m a l i t e . . . 5 . 5 6

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2012-08-14 22:21

peat fires the spicy burn drifts
the soft smoke
not bitter
not tyres

the quiet in the night

"tiocfaidh ar la"

Nothing to fear

Submitted by BlueDemon77 on Tue, 2012-08-14 16:28

Nothing to Fear
By R W

sexual bliss

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2012-08-14 14:05

happiness through sex....
the whole purpose of sex
if any at all
was to procreate
and
thus create
a new entity
you call it happiness
I call it a kid
love is the essence of all living,
remove sex
and
there would be no need of life
no strife
no need of seeking happiness,
as you shall have nothing to compare
no theory of relativity
and there wouldn’t ever have been
an Einstein
and
a mind
like mine

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