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[Guy]

Excellent writing, everyone! Gobsmackingly good.
Great way to end the day!

[Connie]

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.

[Guy]

To season a life
With indigestible food
Is common enough.

[M]

Mishaps and crack-brained
reasoning supplied his life’s
bitter seasoning.

[Ryan]

He dallied so long
with Miss Haps and Miss Terry,
his reasoning fled.

[M]

She watched the evening
news aghast. The suave anchor
seemed to tease in her

an abject lust that
the night’s forecast might be a
hairy reasoner.

[Guy]

[Lol!]

[Ryan]

Hah! Excellent, M.

[Guy]

[Hey! Congratulations Ryan for his 'Unburied Hatchet' making it as a finalist on Amy King's Poetry competition! Well done!]

[Ryan]

[Thank you again, Guy. You are an excellent Crier!]

[Jim]

Congrats, Ryan!!!! You know who I voted for... :)

[Ryan]

[Thank you, Jim!]

[Julie]

From Julie (Continuing the Haiku.)

Smooth, so suave, soothing
Enslavement, obsessional,
World turned digital.

[Connie]

His mouth, teeth and tongue
her heart had won with their smooth
Annunciation.

[M]

Julie and Connie, these are great!

[M]

He was a devil
in Brylcreem, in his streaked eyes
a ravenous gleam.

[Guy]

Eyes gleam and glimmer
with truths best left to simmer,
and lust grows dimmer.

[Julie]

From Julie:

Similacrum's glow,
Love dimming to a flicker,
She turned off the tube!

[M]

She would have preferred
hard use to rust had she not,
by then, rusted out.

[Ryan]

Julie, Connie, M, Guy - these are fantastic!
Very tight writing and a great variation of styles.

[Ryan]

In underground caves
rust devours the golden age
of analogue dreams.

[M]

(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.

[Wordaholic]

standing alone on board of life
hiding deep our poisonous knife
waiting to strike a violent rife

[Ryan]

Thanks, M. I like your continuation-I still cherish my LP's.

[M]

He gaped. How could it
be ignored, the assignment
fate scrawled on the board?

[Ryan]

A challenge in chalk
for all to see: take control
of your destiny.

[Wordaholic]

invisibly present in pack alone
to mark destiny with first step
finding a round table to belong

[M]

Art and Guin--the stuff
of fable. She had round heels,
he a round table.

[Julie]

From Julie:

'Twas all in the round,
Merlin the Hoodie, their sage..'
Their future, the past.

[Guy]

There was a future
Indubitably theirs is
Printed on bright fleece.

[Ryan]

In twilight dwells, in
shadowed hall; with blade abides
'til the merlin's call.

Through dawn's gate launched, a
dragon on wing; awakened
once and future king.

[Nadia]

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.

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Ev'ry high thing had
come down before I could blink;
the tables had turned.

[Connie]

As a record turns
on a table, it's music
creates a new star.

Don't You Remember
she Set Fire to the Rain,
Rolling In the Deep?

[Guy]

The birds of a dell
fill her dale with a song
that inspires the rain.

[Nadia]

Droplets falling down
Remind me of who I am
A life in motion.

[M]

When her moped clipped
a garbage bin, Cora’s life
went into a spin.

[Connie]

Guy wrote: "The birds of a dell
fill her dale with a song
that inspires the rain."

I miss Adele. Wish she'd come out with something new!

[Julie]

Julie (This is a punny!)

Garbage comes, garbage
Goes, regurgitate your life,
Recycling again.

[Connie]

The dead have no rest,
when we just dig up the past
and refuse to move on.

[M]

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.

[Guy]

What is underfoot
Stands beneath understanding
And where the sole lies.

[Connie]

My soul is my soles
as they connect with the earth
running; I am free.

[M]

Soon she bruised her toes
on roots, and rued the hour
she’d forsworn her boots.

[Mark]

Steps insidious,
Moves me to delirious,
My Marina Raye.

[Julie]

From Julie:

So, Deliria
Sister, stepping out on her
Stairway to heaven.

[M]

“She bought the stairway,”
the Mellotron said, “stumbling
where the Zeppelin led.”

[Mark]

But Led Zeppelin soared,
As we rushed the stage for more,
Rush played, we were bored.

[M]

From G sharp we fled
to a diner. Zep ordered
fries in A minor.

[Guy]

From the earth's deep cords
Bits of bright earthly glitter
Sing our eyes' music.