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M wrote: "He fled, black and blue,
to pen his weekly column,
“The Narrower View.”"
He threshed his column
while i studied phoneacian
bull horns and chignon
chiggers in love's field
of daisys - asters that bore
the sunshine letters
to pen his weekly column,
“The Narrower View.”"
He threshed his column
while i studied phoneacian
bull horns and chignon
chiggers in love's field
of daisys - asters that bore
the sunshine letters
M wrote: "“He said there’s more fish
in the sea,” Gertrude sniffled,
“more fish than just me.”"
The sea was a tare
that a task force would master
pelf - unending pedimnent
in the sea,” Gertrude sniffled,
“more fish than just me.”"
The sea was a tare
that a task force would master
pelf - unending pedimnent
M wrote: "He fled, black and blue,
to pen his weekly column,
“The Narrower View.”"
My telivision
is the tenderloin we trust
sown on a launch pad
_ on a launch pad plate.
to pen his weekly column,
“The Narrower View.”"
My telivision
is the tenderloin we trust
sown on a launch pad
_ on a launch pad plate.
(Cat, you should write a novel! Your writing reminds me in some ways of James Joyce’s.)Hung a red light oh-
ver my TV. Tube’s the
tenderloin for me.
Rachel wrote: "Darkness dissembles
Faithfulness to moon and stars
But admits to fog."
the incoherent lover
translucent breeds power
breeds shame faced mustard
and a myrtle tree.
Faithfulness to moon and stars
But admits to fog."
the incoherent lover
translucent breeds power
breeds shame faced mustard
and a myrtle tree.
Mustard and myrtleCommingled their blossoms to
Pollinate, perfume.
M wrote: "“He said there’s more fish
in the sea,” Gertrude sniffled,
“more fish than just me.”"
The fish were bright suns
guilty of heeding the flesh
while the threatened blush day
offeeed condolence
in the sea,” Gertrude sniffled,
“more fish than just me.”"
The fish were bright suns
guilty of heeding the flesh
while the threatened blush day
offeeed condolence
Wow! What a feast. You people are amazing.
Supernova seasNeon tentacles explode
From the jellyfish
a spectacle of
false colors underneath the
sparkling salt water
false colors underneath the
sparkling salt water
What is true color?Pink: A rainbow minus green
A trick of the eyes?
The sun rises and
The sea toes the shaky lines
Between grey, blue, green.
Toenails painted in
pink dig deeper in the sand,
enjoying the warmth.
pink dig deeper in the sand,
enjoying the warmth.
Pink fingers of dawnCast golden nets to find me
Caught on a sandbar.
The drinks the bar servedWere much too sandy for her.
Not worth getting drunk
I felt quite saltyQuaffing my margarita
With a sandy rim.
[Rachel, you're on a roll! :)]
mixing her drink, she
finds a salty escape from
her fresh water life.
mixing her drink, she
finds a salty escape from
her fresh water life.
[You too! :D]Fresh water mermaids
Missed subtle shifts in the sound
Suddenly drowning
they got sick of life
under the sea, they started
to crave for a float.
under the sea, they started
to crave for a float.
Fearless, wondering,They hitchhiked on the breakers,
Tumbled in the foam.
An unlatched window,a half-open door, long walks
on a storm-gouged shore.
Eyes gouged by lightning,Zeus regretted his full mug
Of mead before bed.
He met a ladyin the mead, nor went gentle
into that good night.
Dionysus chasedHis ladies into the trees,
Too drunk to follow.
He pined with lustfulindecision, his pursuits
nude, Dionysian.
The Bacchanals knewMany an indiscretion.
They kept their secrets.
When sea wind harrieda tree twisted like runes carved
on an old whale bone,
inducted into
her mystery, he sought her
by the standing stone.
the wind picked her up,
as she stumbled through rocky
shores and scraped her knees.
as she stumbled through rocky
shores and scraped her knees.
“The lengths I go to,”she shuddered, drenched with sea spray,
“to find a Starbuck’s.”
Lol, very funny, M!
she searched high and low,
even bribed a seagull to
take her to Starbucks
she searched high and low,
even bribed a seagull to
take her to Starbucks
Tall Thingamabob Two pumps of sea salt, no foam
(Premature submission courtesy of feline, no edits on mobile app.)Tall Thingamabob
Two pumps of sea salt, no foam
Garnish with conch shell
Where moonlight glistenedon a bleak outcrop, she spied
Hrothgar’s Donut Shop.
(Rachel, I didn’t see yours when I posted mine. Sorry!)
Soon the patrons’ criesgrew louder, stirred to frenzy
by the conch chowder.
Starbucks' seafood wasMet with horror when Scuttle
Recognized a face.
A face that sank a
thousand ships is indeed a
horrifying one.
thousand ships is indeed a
horrifying one.
Helen can launch anarmada or three, sirens
will see them all sunk.
She laughed, gave her heada tilt. A thousand warships
went straight to the silt.
"I drowned in her eyes."No cliche, her pupils blew
and dragged me under.
In Greek modes, the scores:in chains, the screams; flailing oars
of sinking triremes.
(Take a look back at #3163-#3169. This thread is encyclopedic!)
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
Wow, this thread is really amazing. One of these days, I'm going to read from #1 again.
***
a trident pierces
through a snow globe,dispersing
childhood memories.
***
a trident pierces
through a snow globe,dispersing
childhood memories.
Impaled by three prongs,Frosty couldn’t help but smile.
“No more Christmas songs!”
(Baha)As it so happens
Santa's little helpers are
not Will Ferrel fans.
Instead of takinga dive, Frosty showed up on
Saturday Night Live,
promoting, in his
suave and wintry tones, Trident
Sugarless Snow Cones.
Lol! let me see..
Frosty's best flavor
was strawberry with a pinch
of glitter on top
Frosty's best flavor
was strawberry with a pinch
of glitter on top
Olaf longed for somelemon sorbet, but was warned
about yellow snow.
Incontinent manwalked miles lost in snow, rescue
ones found him from the
miles he did go...
(Sorry this one I couldn't fit into the haiku rhyme.) :)
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with only silken smoothness.
Alas, not for me.
My life, woven from burlap,
The life of the poor."
Poor exclamations
tender rapine dollar bills
a bonafide mist
among the matter
that heeds when you shatter glass
your song - a blue toast