Home AgainBest Wishes,
poetintheshower x
Doris
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To Jump Off Lovers LeapWe met between rocks on Squeaky Beach. Seaweed stuck to my heal, sand between my teeth. You showed me how to stomp, pop the beach make it squeak. You brought me shells,To Jump Off Lovers Leap
caught me a fish in the Tile River
but it slipped away into the tea tree water before we could kill it. I climbed up Lovers Leap, stripping down to my vest. You just watched me and ran home before I could scramble down
after you.
by ~Poetintheshower
TouristsEveryone and everything here is foreign. The only recognisable sight is the China man and his camera. Streets fall off my map, lampposts wade in water and sky scrappers block out the sun. I am smaller than the ants eating out for lunch and the garbage claiming a seat on the only bench in the park. People howl into telephones, their words mean nothing to me. Lights flicker everywhere and then it goes dark.Tourists
by ~Poetintheshower
ColleagueThe grey ghoul on her wall grins as if it were laughing at me. She smokes because it is going out of fashion. Wind chimes in her hair sandalwood burns on the windowsill, and I watch. Bucket in her lap positionedColleague
on the sofa bed directly in front of the TV, this is where she spends her weekends. The puppy licks her ankles. Four theatre masks lit in four flouro colours watch over her, wondering why I’m here. Four pairs of black shoes wait for her at the door next to the dog meat. Her fridge is empty except for the cans of Jim
by ~Poetintheshower
Burn, Flem and CalFlem sat in the front Burn sat in the back I drove them up Mark Pile. Flem coughed, Burn laughed.Burn, Flem and Cal
Later, down Bloomhill Lane, Cal picked them up, Pushed some tobacco in their pockets And took them to the sea.
Moonlight bounced off Flems’ long nose Burn flicked his Zippo Ankles in the water, Cal took a picture.
Rolling in the sand, Laughing like hyenas, They decided it was time for pie, So crept round to the bakery.
Sitting with the birds They watched each other eat. Flem coughed, Burn laughed Cal t
by ~Poetintheshower
Favourites
White NoiseWarm water Dusty film Bloodshot eyes Onions. The soaps play drama behind me; Yes, she is your mother. Phone ringing – running late Again.White Noise
Acrid, stale burning Sticky spaghetti Clots of meat Tasty? Creaking stairs Slam the door I’m fine. Curl up on the sofa Hot water bottle – stereotype
Apple, cut in quarters Penance for my fast food fix? Mindless surfing; Flick. Flick. Flick. The channels expire –
White noise.
by ~BloodDemon13
Cracked PerfectionThe pottery wheel spins, Curves linger in pressing caresses until cracks split in the sandy surface. Greedy calculations move the right astray until the mold sips sour-honey nothingness from His dripping fingertips as a massive hand presses it flatCracked Perfection
Playful hands christen chaotic sin as more water shifts and slopes along the reemerging contours within the drying clay’s flesh. love gushes from his wrists twisting into the next imperfection, left cooling in night’s whispers
the moon and sun twirl between calloused
by =Infrunitas
Lone Treeby ~kisstherail
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- Current Residence: Brighton, UK
- Interests: Music, Drama, Literature, Viniculture, Travel
- Favourite movie: The Last Samurai, Notting Hill, About A Boy, Crash, The Constant Gardener
- Favourite band or musician: Jacquline du Pré, Bach, Nina Simone, Bob Marley, Radiohead, Faithless
- Favourite genre of music: Soft Rock, Classical, Jazz, Blues, everything!
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
- Personal Quote: All creation is jammed in the selfish soul.
- Tools of the Trade: Write poetry to be spoken & to be read. Always follow your heart.
- Email: pink_jewell@hotmail.com
- MSN: pink_jewell@hotmail.com
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
I also hear i'm seeing you this weekend !
Detracting slighty from my euphoria is the lack of work that I expected to flood in (not that I can talk as my own page is about as dry as a menopausal octogenarian).
What an image.
xxx
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Crawling on the planet's face,
Some insects called the Human Race .
Lost in Time
And lost in Space.
Deviantart has changed and got me all confused.
It was lovely to see you this weekend.
I have be writing but haven't edited anything yet so don't fear, new publications will arrive in a few days hopefully. Things have just been a bit crazy since I got back.
It would be lovely to meet up for a coffee and a catch up soon if you want.
How are things your end?
xxxx
Yeah it has changed, bloody confusing I know.
You too ! Cept I think i'm still full
Woohoo ! Yeah I can imagine everything might be a bit up in the air, no worries !
It would indeed, I was thinking actually, if you like you and me (and your lovely sister if you so wished, your choice) could drive up to the Downs and have a picnic or something ? Seeing as it's such nice weather. Cept you might have to have good navigational skills as I get lost easily...
Things up my end are...strange. Kinda feels a bit like i'm in limbo atm, i'm not doing much, just drifting from task to chore to job and back again. I have so much to do but at the same time i'm not doing anything and am often bored. Peculiar.
xxx
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Crawling on the planet's face,
Some insects called the Human Race .
Lost in Time
And lost in Space.
That sounds really lovely! I haven't been up to the Downs in years (literally). I'll ask moo and give you a ring to rendevous.
xxxxxxxxx
I'm still trying to get to my comments and catch up
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
Thank you for your support.
poetintheshower xxx
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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