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Mark wrote: "Connie, Brilliant!Thanks Mark. Actually I went back and edited it. I had accidentally put over in front of enthusiastic. Now it is 5-7-5 instead of 7-7-5. So much for brillance.
To season a lifeWith indigestible food
Is common enough.
Mishaps and crack-brainedreasoning supplied his life’s
bitter seasoning.
He dallied so longwith Miss Haps and Miss Terry,
his reasoning fled.
She watched the eveningnews aghast. The suave anchor
seemed to tease in her
an abject lust that
the night’s forecast might be a
hairy reasoner.
[Hey! Congratulations Ryan for his 'Unburied Hatchet' making it as a finalist on Amy King's Poetry competition! Well done!]
[Thank you again, Guy. You are an excellent Crier!]
Congrats, Ryan!!!! You know who I voted for... :)
From Julie (Continuing the Haiku.)Smooth, so suave, soothing
Enslavement, obsessional,
World turned digital.
His mouth, teeth and tongueher heart had won with their smooth
Annunciation.
He was a devilin Brylcreem, in his streaked eyes
a ravenous gleam.
Eyes gleam and glimmerwith truths best left to simmer,
and lust grows dimmer.
From Julie:Similacrum's glow,
Love dimming to a flicker,
She turned off the tube!
She would have preferredhard use to rust had she not,
by then, rusted out.
Julie, Connie, M, Guy - these are fantastic! Very tight writing and a great variation of styles.
In underground cavesrust devours the golden age
of analogue dreams.
(Excellent, Ryan! It strikes a chord with me because I still lament the sunset of analog technology.)But when the needle
follows the grooves, Marva’s hips
can make their old moves.
standing alone on board of lifehiding deep our poisonous knife
waiting to strike a violent rife
Thanks, M. I like your continuation-I still cherish my LP's.
He gaped. How could itbe ignored, the assignment
fate scrawled on the board?
A challenge in chalkfor all to see: take control
of your destiny.
invisibly present in pack aloneto mark destiny with first step
finding a round table to belong
Art and Guin--the stuffof fable. She had round heels,
he a round table.
From Julie:'Twas all in the round,
Merlin the Hoodie, their sage..'
Their future, the past.
There was a futureIndubitably theirs is
Printed on bright fleece.
In twilight dwells, inshadowed hall; with blade abides
'til the merlin's call.
Through dawn's gate launched, a
dragon on wing; awakened
once and future king.
Arise from your sleep,the kingdom of darkness, gone,
Brought to light by strength
While you were till young
Fate was set into motion
It is time for change.
Ev'ry high thing had
come down before I could blink;
the tables had turned.
come down before I could blink;
the tables had turned.
As a record turnson a table, it's music
creates a new star.
Don't You Remember
she Set Fire to the Rain,
Rolling In the Deep?
The birds of a dellfill her dale with a song
that inspires the rain.
Droplets falling downRemind me of who I am
A life in motion.
When her moped clippeda garbage bin, Cora’s life
went into a spin.
Guy wrote: "The birds of a dellfill her dale with a song
that inspires the rain."
I miss Adele. Wish she'd come out with something new!
Julie (This is a punny!)Garbage comes, garbage
Goes, regurgitate your life,
Recycling again.
The dead have no rest,when we just dig up the past
and refuse to move on.
Gusts drowned the spades’ sounds,our choked groans, the streaked midnight
we dug up Rahr’s bones.
Lantern light shivered
on rust--his sword--on chased gold,
and bags of the hoard.
Our ox and wagon
crawled: an old track on lost maps
drawn for Saxon lords,
to the moonlit roof
of Aldur’s shack. We dug deep
beneath the floorboards.
What is underfootStands beneath understanding
And where the sole lies.
My soul is my solesas they connect with the earth
running; I am free.
Soon she bruised her toeson roots, and rued the hour
she’d forsworn her boots.
Steps insidious,Moves me to delirious,
My Marina Raye.
From Julie:So, Deliria
Sister, stepping out on her
Stairway to heaven.
“She bought the stairway,”the Mellotron said, “stumbling
where the Zeppelin led.”
But Led Zeppelin soared,As we rushed the stage for more,
Rush played, we were bored.
From G sharp we fledto a diner. Zep ordered
fries in A minor.
From the earth's deep cordsBits of bright earthly glitter
Sing our eyes' music.
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