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The flatulent beewas all abuzz with being
on a stage Sting-ing.
From Julie:X looked at y, Why?
Bard replied: Love was so blind!
Get on with thy life.
She was a dream, seenfrom behind, but otherwise
blessed that love is blind.
Perfection is notperfect smile and pretty hair
Beauty is inside.
“Such inner beauty,often missed!” sighed the gastro-
interologist.
From Julie: (bit sick)Intubation now,
Laryngospasms for you,
Don't turn blue, they'll sue!
Beauty was somethingVelda spat into the eye
of the beholder.
The spittle flyingStung the beholders wide eye.
The nerve of Velda.
From Julie,Thus, nerves aquiver,
So Aghast, such front, all that
Glistens is not gold.
.In silver moonlight
Her extended tongue glistened
And it was not gold.
Her spittle lit up the night
And gave him small drops of love.
[LOL! OMG, that was — is — so bad!]
From Julie,Faded love, his dream,
Last romance, warm memories,
Smiles light golden years.
Memories fade outGive way to my emptiness
There is nothing left
What appears emptyis just space waiting while the
indecision ends.
From Julie.Now the stage is bare,
Maybe there's someone there, you know,
'Cause we ain't dead yet!!!!
Here I am waiting,Waiting for eternity
I won't be alone
A silent exchangemarks eternity's ending:
my morning coffee.
My first cup, milkywith drowned stars swirling.
Too soon, the bottom.
In tired dreams he heardprimordial sounds made by
submerged coffee grounds.
His dreaming, darklycaffeinated; his boxer
shorts, percolated.
(I’ll write another one when I quit laughing!)
From Julie,All dreams, awaken
Pristine, symbolism's fine,
Café au lait time!
Her dreams, warped shadowsin a prism, wavered, fraught
with symbolism.
Shadowy figuresFaces from the other life
Stuck in the world of my mind
Great, images, Nadia and Robyn! “Faces from the other life” and long shadows in “the frosty twilight.” What a setting for a story.
Thanks, M!Stiff fingers gripping
Holding me back from waking
Fighting is futile.
The shadow knows allAnd moves with us like the air
we fear may leave us
without fingers to hold truth,
without thoughts to hold off death.
From Julie:Death, beyond the door,
Portal, this side of midnight-
No, mere lucid dreams.
The bell tolls for meIts clang calling me to doom
Closer with every step
I was hale, strutting,and dapper till doom’s bell reared
and swung its clapper.
From Julie:"Fear not, little flock!"
Today's the first day of the
Rest of your life! Smile!
You definitely lightened our dark themes, Julie.Always, forever
My life is in your rough hands
Til death do us part
These old beaten hands Ache to hold familiar tools
Brush your once black hair.
Long hair once ravenhas taken on an ash gray
bottled by Revlon.
His craven ravenWas waiting to be ravished
On wings to heaven.
From Julie,Heavenly highway,
To Hell, down to Planet Earth!
Games people do play!
They called each otherhorrid names in the strange course
of their bondage games.
The kiss of leathergives the Phoenix flight; shackles
slide from virgin minds.
From Julie,Overthinking minds,
Never meaning what they say,
Life's too short, it seems.
Though he hadn’t meantthe things he’d said, that evening
he lay just as dead.
From Julie.Another little
Death of love, afterglow bliss,
Love's pathetique!
Love, lost before death parts us. Dry as the Red Sea,
walls of water, fish.
-o-
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of a honeyed question grew:
to bee or not to."
Awesome. :)