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Untitled Musings

Submitted by Seren1 on Mon, 2011-10-10 05:39

If the day
contemplated a year
then,
I have lived lifetimes
in an hour.

if a moment
could have moulded me,
it was this one

when our atoms danced
at first contact,
the static rubbed
at uncomfortable,
I felt the sting that said
‘stand sharp’

I watched the blue
of your eyes
cloud with a storm,
your fingers twitched

as I unfolded my wings,
burnt, torn and scarred,
you raised your hands
and with the balm of your palms

CLASH OF ID

Submitted by t. reflexion on Mon, 2011-10-10 00:49

Our land, pitched
Between two extremes
Manifest multiplicities of woes
From abject poverty and squalor
A far divide from the few rich
To politics and religion
Forbid I mention names
Lest wanton violence
Destruction of lives
Threaten our existence
Eroded middle class
Clash of identities
Suffer terrible losses
In class and culture
A nation tossed about
Like water in a canoe

Humor in writing workshop- first attempt - Booze Hound

Submitted by lou on Mon, 2011-10-10 00:48

There is an old lush named Booze Hound
When attempting to walk hits the ground
Then pukes and he burps
He goes through the works
causing havoc all the way round 

All Alone...

Submitted by Geezer on Mon, 2011-10-10 00:12

Upon a barren shore he sits
Longing to be free
From there he sees little bits
Transparent to you and me

A lonely howl of frustration
Is all he has to give
Why, in all of "tarnation"
Won't they let him live?

Time and space mean everything
Never get close enough
Not as close as spaghetti-string
Goshdog, It sure is rough!

There is a land, a paradise of love
He smells it, and howls long notes
If there are Goshdogs up above
He'd have her silken little coat

First Love

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sun, 2011-10-09 02:37

 

First Love

 

Just a dream, just a dream

That’ll never, never be

A love lasting more than thirty years

To a man that’s taken

 

A man true and faithful

To a love from his youth

A girl who happens not to be me?

As we lost touch some time ago

 

Some wait a lifetime

Not ever thinking of second chances, but

First love sometimes returns to some

With memories etched in hearts of both

 

The proverbial rocking chair

Sundry portraits of experiences

Carcass

Submitted by lou on Sun, 2011-10-09 02:01

Predator Stalking your prey
hint of a grin creeping out,
from the corners of your mouth.
You are a sinner and I am the sin

Licking lips in anticipation 
closing in by increments
Circling me then backing away
Establishing your territory.

Pressing against me
Your gender is apparent
Your breathe upon my neck.
Sweet heart failure, 

I offer my self up 
to your tender mercy,
Yours to do with 
What you will.

Nicking Nellies knickers

Submitted by shazbat on Sat, 2011-10-08 20:55

Somebody’s stolen her knickers
They were left out to dry in the sun
Why were they so cruel and heartless
Was it done out of spite or for fun
Pink panties, purloined by a weirdo
Did they do it for some sort of dare
Surely they knew, like most of us do
That these were her solitary pair
We watched as she sat down and blubbered
We felt for this big bonnie lass
And then all as one “what is to be done
To cover her huge naked ass”
So we all put in money to buy some
A pair that were pretty, yet strong

When I have left this earth

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sat, 2011-10-08 11:05

Dear beautiful upright flower,
your perfume sweet,
your elegance,
your grace,
your handsome face,
a mother reflected in the eyes.

A life,
a dreamed existence
bloomed
and blazed with fiery colours,

sunrises have been seen,
the brighter sides of life,
now dwindling,
in the autumn of my birth,

not crying,
as my heart is full of mirth.

For now the time has come,
and I succumb,
to sorrows in my stem,
my leaf,
my flower looses turgor;

S U B U R B I A

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2011-10-08 09:45

concrete serpent
in its curl
the moon is a stone
holding
holding the dark
patch in place

I grasp visions
in haze
understand words
put through phase

I can see you waiting
beneath this autumn
at the hour
while minutes sweep

knowing this rain
will subdue this pain
that another yesterdays
bottle will not touch
today

Imaginable Technology

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sat, 2011-10-08 01:30

 

I imagine a world of technology

Where all that I do

School, work, or interest

Would be done from tips

Of fingers tapping on iPads, or

Whatever is designed from its platform?

For the next generation of techies

 

Steve Jobs has left

A legacy of software behind

Software that will be enhanced

Like beginnings of the telescope

That brought stars billions of light years away

To our eyes and minds

 

My laptop was my pal for years

By my side ready to take my notes and poems

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