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message 7501: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11249 comments [ :-) :-D ]


message 7502: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11249 comments The sleeping squirrel
Dreamt of trees full of acorns,
Dancing with the nuts.


message 7503: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments The soldiers, shell shocked
from many wars, loudly sang,
waltzed among the huts.

The natives, puzzled,
strummed strange guitars, their women
dancing with the nuts.


message 7504: by [deleted user] (new)

Women are a puzzle,
a dilemma and blessing
much like goddesses.


message 7505: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments She danced the nutbush
naked, loco. Every eye
was glued to Coco.


message 7506: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11249 comments Her brush with the bush
Left her youthful and soft skin
Oozing her ardour.


message 7507: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Lol!


message 7508: by Connie (new)

Connie Jordan (poetseyes) | 7 comments Privilege breeds disconnections
while nuts
lie against the earth


message 7509: by M (last edited Nov 23, 2015 03:19PM) (new)

M | 11617 comments Wex’s wit, uncouth,
uncivil, made all pretense
at manners shrivel.


message 7510: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Haha, very good!


message 7511: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments When the blonde waltzed in,
Wex was decked. Shriveled manners
quickly stood erect.


message 7512: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments Her dark-lashed eyes held
less than desire. “Will that old
musket even fire?”


message 7513: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Hahaha, bang!


message 7514: by Lee (new)

Lee (lee-lette) | 1840 comments Lol!! You're on a roll M!


message 7515: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11249 comments :-)


message 7516: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments Thank you! I see, however, that in my haste I forgot she was a blonde.


message 7517: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments In a bid to help
chestnut blonde defrocked. Wex's
gun went off half-cocked.


message 7518: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments That it had gone off
at all was reason to have
a masquerade ball.


message 7519: by [deleted user] (new)

Glitters and feathers
veiled his pale face--he rocked the
ball with his dance moves.


message 7520: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Haha! Love it, L A O :)


message 7521: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments By fractured moonlight
she writes poems on my skin
in cigarette burns.


message 7522: by Lee (new)

Lee (lee-lette) | 1840 comments She did them to herself too
her story had to be told
and skin was the perfect canvas.


message 7523: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11249 comments Vivid, Lee-lette. Nice!


message 7524: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments In permanent ink
her name is tattooed between
starlight and daybreak.


message 7525: by Lee (last edited Dec 11, 2015 06:46PM) (new)

Lee (lee-lette) | 1840 comments Thanks Guy. It's really hard to write to you guys level.

Ps- Good work Ryan


message 7526: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Thanks, Lee-lette :)

Your tongue on my lips,
cigarettes, a whisper of
freedom and danger.


message 7527: by Ryan (last edited Dec 14, 2015 05:31AM) (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments The sound of his name
on lips that once whispered mine,
nails scrape a chalkboard.


message 7528: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments It's kind of lonely in here...

Spring cleaning windows
a paw print from last summer
fractures the sunlight.


message 7529: by Ajay (new)

Ajay (ajay_n) | 1138 comments sinking ebbs mimic
the flight of swans
and the pier unravels

(Sorry for muddling the beauty of yours, R & A!)


message 7530: by [deleted user] (new)

the distant sound of
a ship's horn drowned the musings
of a weathered heart

(sorry too, hehe)


message 7531: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments What cool company to be in ;)

Clock hands meet briefly,
measure the time they're apart
the way we once did.


message 7532: by [deleted user] (new)

dried leaves tucked in the
pages of an old book made
her brown eyes glassy


message 7533: by [deleted user] (new)

the rain poured down through
the holes in the roof, drenching
thoughts of paper planes


message 7534: by [deleted user] (new)

he used to write her
love letters, until the day
the water ran dry


message 7535: by [deleted user] (new)

Nice, Al! :)


message 7536: by Lee (new)

Lee (lee-lette) | 1840 comments Repentance
that's the way he went
but his soul was already lost


message 7537: by [deleted user] (new)

his poster painted
a face covered with shame; his
eyes revealed his soul


message 7538: by Lee (new)

Lee (lee-lette) | 1840 comments His soul
dark and bleak
the epitome of tragedy.


message 7539: by [deleted user] (new)

she wondered if a
dying toenail was tragic
enough to wear black


message 7540: by Lee (new)

Lee (lee-lette) | 1840 comments It was indeed tragic!
what else could bring such a smell?
hopefully black will mask it well.


message 7541: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Dressed in black, smelling
rotten; that stench the final
nail in the coffin.


message 7542: by Mark (new)

Mark (crawdadddy) | 402 comments seventeen the key
heaven is found in seven
five makes it alive


message 7543: by Mark (new)

Mark (crawdadddy) | 402 comments oops I broke the thread
now I wish that I was dead
"paint it black," I said


message 7544: by [deleted user] (new)

a palette with dried
paint sat in the corner of
his abandoned room


message 7545: by Mark (new)

Mark (crawdadddy) | 402 comments light shatters my fear,
when starry beauty appears,
I cut off my ear.


message 7546: by [deleted user] (new)

"Just a pause," he thought.
He subjected himself to
her endless whining.


message 7547: by Mark (new)

Mark (crawdadddy) | 402 comments Went into one ear
but not quite out the other
the secret of love


message 7548: by [deleted user] (new)

the storm had passed but
left devastation in its
wake, just like her love


message 7549: by Ryan (last edited Dec 20, 2015 02:27AM) (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments He stands on a ledge;
one more tree in a forest
with no one to hear.


message 7550: by M (new)

M | 11617 comments Nor might he now be
a scrub cedar had he deigned,
for once, to heed her.


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