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M wrote: "He smiled at chatterof wind and rain, munched hors d’oeuvres,
sipped a Hurricane."
Clever!
Thank you, Connie!He watched her approach,
pull out a chair, smile, and slide
the scarf from her hair.
She walked for a dayTo her surprise and dismay
All her guys were gay.
[Sorry, that is so so very very bad!]
No dismay at allFollowing day, she came with the girl
She has been looking for
LOL! Nice continuation Jocilene!The truly best find
Is the one that catches you
Looking the wrong way.
thanks, I'm having a lot of fun over here :)
she missed the best when
she tried to get rid of the
pebble in her shoe
she tried to get rid of the
pebble in her shoe
A sight for sore eyes,she bent to take off her shoe,
and all eyes were sore.
Callused and bruisedMisshaped feet from walking by
gross toes hide once more.
A man who grunted,“Who ordered rump?” had to dodge
a flung high-heeled pump.
The cook picked a toothas patrons ducked or scattered.
A stammering cry
rose from the third booth
as the flying shoe splattered
a woman with pie.
The apple pie splashed in her facecreating a terrible mess.
Face covered in pie she turned to stare
at the lady who ruined her dress.
Oh how lovingly at each other they glare.
If looks could kill, wellGoodbye world, I won't miss you
But I'm still here. Run!
She ran so blindly,so fast, she never noticed
the man she ran past.
Pushing through the crowdsDon't cry over spilled coffee
white blouse is no more
She had that Vogue look--the boots she wore, the white shirt
(coffee-stained Dior).
Time to go to workstained or not the clock ticked on
Confidence comes through
Thumbing her pug noseat fate, she wore a pink slip
and sneered at her boss.
He eyed her weirdlytaking in her attire
Her coworkers hiding to laugh
Hidden behind doorsA day in seclusion.
Until six o'clock
Here stomach growls, disagreeing with her mind
To stay indoors and avoid
the lunch line til' she goes home
Mind over body,The grail dream of the well schooled
Who yearn for new gods,
But mocked with ease by kidneys
Doing what comes naturally.
Consume sustenanceInhale heaven's aroma
My mind will not stray
My mind like a beeStays not loyal to the bloom
With which it dallies.
Dimly remembered,the dogwoods’ blooms, her footsteps
in high-ceilinged rooms.
Guy wrote: "My mind like a beeStays not loyal to the bloom
With which it dallies."
Wow. This totally describes me!
Connie wrote: "Guy wrote: "My mind like a beeStays not loyal to the bloom
With which it dallies."
Wow. This totally describes me!"
Lol! Really? Well, it describes me too. And, I suspect, many of us who are open and curious and filled with wonder and trepidation. :-)
I clearly recallThe day her dress tricked the bee,
Flower print, bee sting.
The Nature of Man Windows, walls, food, clothes;
To secure and defend them,
we destroy our home.
(This was supposed to follow 8145 regarding high-ceilinged rooms, I do not know why it keeps posting out of order)
Destruction of hopeIs the first step to the end
No defenses save
Her skill with shampoosand cream rinses dropped his jaw,
wrecked his defenses.
Defenseless at the mercyof shampoos, he stood
Inwardly cursing himself
Hers a thirst no winecould quell, with smoldering eyes
she cast her dark spell.
The wine on her lipswas dulcet to his soft touch
gentle on his ear.
By Julie, new member:Whisper, sweet nothings
Entwine, moist so tender soft,
Fantasia divine.
Welcome to the W.S.S., Julie!Sweet nothings, of leaves
a frost dropped, of a shy spring’s
impetuous blooms.
Colors bursting outThe world in perfect cadence
Spring time sings her song.
She woke from petalsthat scattered remembered lawns
the dewed mornings flecked.
Julie wrote: "By Julie, new member:Whisper, sweet nothings
Entwine, moist so tender soft,
Fantasia divine."
Nicely done and a good introduction to the WSS. Welcome Julie!
On the wings of windA fresh start has come about
The blank page waiting
The sheet awaitingimpassioned verse bore the ring
left by a cold draft.
By Julie, new member:Cold, who gets the pets?
Divorce family pizza,
Fido's zilch toppings!
The tired oak treewatched as they zipped by as if
they were important.
Buzzing bee fly bySearching for the nourishment
To help them survive
The indigestionof a honeyed question grew:
to bee or not to.
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of wind and rain, munched hors d’oeuvres,
sipped a Hurricane.