The stream (all workshops)
"girls, we have to go to the firehouse!"
Maggie's mother poked her head through the bedroom door.
Maeve squirmed on the top bunk
as Maggie sat up as fast as she could
while she was still half asleep.
it was 7AM
and hurricane Irene was currently
tearing through the east coast-
no one had expected the mountains to be hit so hard,
and the valley was feeling it most.
she got dressed, gathered her notebooks,
and cursed under her breath when the sink didn't work.
The ground was cold and hard;
i was gasping for air as i ran.
barking, barking was behind me
i dared not to look back
for i was afraid that if i did
i'd be trampled by the dogs that chased me.
i was guessing there were about five or six of them,
all police dogs,
oh shoot, i thought, as i dropped the runaway file.
ahead of me i saw Allie and Ben running for their lives.
i was tired, yet i kept going,
running,
running for freedom,
for a new life.
i stumbled backwards, though,
Some humor aroused
In an otherwise
mundane audience...
Penisculey ...vaginesque poetry
lockingly, loffoblle, ,spermotically
Horgasmically too
Well done can I say
Friendson to you...
Creativity at is maxshimum
Shakespeare shuvverring…
In the beneath colde
There once was a lad from New York,
who could eat nothing but pork.
His insides were burning.
His acid was churning.
Then he threw up and looked like a dork.
Greenery everywhere to be found,
Which will very soon get one day wound,
Cool pure air....,
Will be no more everywhere...,
Beautiful nature with amazing creatures,
In between them exists human who's immature,
His every act leads to destruction,
Which's very difficult for reconstruction,
To save this there's God's brain storming,
As on earth here today begins GLOBAL WARMING,
It's time for we youngsters to play a role,
To protect and save this God's beautiful soul.
Four horses will be foaled today
under a golden rope of sky
they will be riderless
until the end of the world
or its beginning,
judgment creeps in like a thief
and steals hope from the manger
there are tapestries woven with
a thousand green Hallelujah threads, there are lotus blossoms
blossoming in the fire.
Heavenly bodies yearn for birth. Blackbirds darken the sky.
I speak
to the wind,
words blow away.
meeting and falling in love
fighting until push comes to shove
crying until you have had enough
feeling as though anything can be achived
things escalate until neither of you are pleased
trying to pick up the pieces as you grieve
seeing someone everyday for all that time
you whole life changes at the drop of a dime
someone you love has just finised their climb
the feeling that you will never be rejected
sometimes feeling and others not feeling accepted
you hit that point when you feel all together neglected
by the window sits
collecting drops
of day sized thoughts
"its all in the angles"
discerning dusk
decieving dawn
breaths yellowed
lampshade curve
like a hand
turning the sullen
knob
the skein of veins
like the beauty of
lace
"designs of fortune"
your tea leave taste
that lingers like rain
falling in its haste
In this enterprise we call family
My partner is a passionate partaker
Moaning all through in bed like a Billy
And says nothing at all thereafter
Like a ghost in and out of the house
Laid back and contributes nothing
In temper, you need water to douse
Raving when I’ve not said anything
And not bothered by the tick in time
While the kids grow to see us fight
Bring money home, not from crime
My parrot partner plays, what a sight
And forgets that there is work to do
I am quiet; but I know what to say
Notwithstanding the angle of the arrow
Pointed towards Loved...
One who is too much of a narcissist
and egoist,
Incorrigible to the core
Is audacious to call some poets ,of yore
One who knows no poetry?
That’s for sure,
How in hell, Loved produces
A gem off and on,
One can’t be too sure.
But the best chiseller
We have met,
Is our dearest friend,
We all know…
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