Snow Poem (940 hits)
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Submitted by SpikeGoddess (View user info) at 2005-01-22 18:35:53 EST
Snow
Secret-keeping snow
This is the weather for lovers
It sleeps like thick duvets on the land and
I want to make the whole world our bed.
Deliciously soft it melts into the pink wetness of my tongue
Hot vapor curls upward with every word I whisper
And the falling snow insulates the sound
So that only you can hear me.
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Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2005-08-13 11:24:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
and after winter, comes...
season of amnesia:
wisps of grass sheltered softly,
whispered hyssop rasps rhapsodies benign,
fluttered hearts bemoan gallant falterings.
flower-scented creatures rise
mountains passed over by snowy winds;
helter-skelter skulls grow deep,
dropped asunder at your door.
these dowries for the glaze, christenings of blaze-
brutal the terrible blight will foul
lifted threats and levied fees.
peace lies in the frieze i've trapped
against the arm that lies, bare-sleeved
surrounding moon-pallid grin. and in
the book between my eyes,
amidst the pages of history,
speaks the voice
of something gone.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-01-25 20:26:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Kickass as usual. Are you coming back to us? At least to an extent?
(The correct answer to that question was 'Yes', by the way)
Submitted by screamfeeder (user info) at 2005-01-23 22:59:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Right back at'cha!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-01-23 13:50:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Yay snow!
Submitted by Ainkara (user info) at 2005-01-23 05:34:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked the poem. Pretty.
Also I like the one by TheRef, where did you get that from?
Submitted by TheRef (user info) at 2005-01-22 21:54:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
the liquor was spilled on the barroom floor
then the bar was closed for the night
when out from his house came a little brown mouse
and sat in the pale moonlight
he lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor
and back on his hunches he sat
and all night long you ould hear him roar
"bring out the goddamn cat!"
Well, out came the cat
and they had a little spat
and the cat ate up on the mouse
and the morale of this story is...
you can't drink liquor on the house
Submitted by Donitsu2002 (user info) at 2005-01-22 21:36:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
scary
Submitted by TheRef (user info) at 2005-01-22 21:29:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-01-22 18:56:55 (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked this.
I would also like to know the statics of how many children are born 9 months
from now. What else is there to do during this weather?
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i was born in september......
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww
my parents were shagging this time 23 years ago..
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2005-01-22 19:23:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign
matter may have nestled its way into His mighty throat.
Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point
blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine.
Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator.
Tommy the cat had many a story to tell,
but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did.
"She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit.
The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in
even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days.
The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double
even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the
delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were
known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of
masculinity could only be found in One place... and that was
O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended)
but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into
the heart of the alley. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin'
for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me.
Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee...
Say baby do you wanna lay down by me"
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I don't know that primus song came into my head after reading this.
Submitted by drfeggphd (user info) at 2005-01-22 19:06:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
quietly the last line
*poetic review emergency termination system activated*
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-01-22 18:56:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked this.
I would also like to know the statics of how many children are born 9 months
from now. What else is there to do during this weather?