Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#406 Jan 25, 2013
CYP
Orginal

Sitting at my desk with papers piled high

Pencils and pens littered across it

My trash can full of writings that I have deemed no good

I am drawn to the window by the newly fallen snow

Snow has collected on the branches of the trees

Tugging at their limbs

And

Nothing grows in the garden

Life is in hibernation

Under the cold hard soil the Tulip bulbs lye dormant

Daffodils sleep

As snow weighs beautifully on the Pines

The Northern Cardinal sitting among its branches

Propping my feet on my desk and drawing my wrap tighter

I sip from my hot toddy

And

Listen to the fire crackling in the fireplace

Drinking in this moment

Allowing myself full participation in this experience

Detaching from the clutter of my mind

My satisfaction growing

As I watch each snowflake fall
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#407 Jan 26, 2013
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Woman, you can taste like the sea,
you can love I can see,
your body is the sea,
you are creating,
there are no limits,
you are enchanting,
your sex has the color of warmness,
your love, my madness......

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Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#408 Jan 26, 2013
Is an encounter
with vibrations so deep
that now I can not,
I do not wish,
it is not possible
to blow them to the wind.

In your eyes I can see sparks,
more than stars,
much more brillant,
in your eyes I can see
a constellation.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#409 Jan 26, 2013
I miss her kisses
that transformed
into laughter,
a creation that only her lips
could have conceived.
Her laughter appeared in waves
like from a water fall,
in the middle of the tender kiss,
or the passionate.

It is not possible,
to live without kisses.

Color of gold, solar perfume,
coral colors, heat's hues,
golden love...
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#410 Jan 27, 2013
It is often difficult
to remember the color
or reality.
When three lines
and a dozen dots
are all that is needed
to change the shade
of an angle.
That fades
like the distance
found at the edge
of every infant world.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#411 Jan 29, 2013
Written By

CYP

Silver tongue devils and their words

Words full of rancor

Taking aim at whomever with their hardness of heart

No one in particular

Spewing venom from their forked tongues

Hiding behind false friendships that they have made

Or

Ones in which they have been rejected

Because it is easy to prattle

Jabber

Cackle

Gibber

Burble

Prattle

Mutter

Prate

Patter

Drivel

Gable

Twadle

They are back fenced talkers

Who do nothing but

Yakkety Yak

Since: Jan 13

Location hidden

#412 Jan 29, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Written By
CYP
Silver tongue devils and their words
Words full of rancor
Taking aim at whomever with their hardness of heart
No one in particular
Spewing venom from their forked tongues
Hiding behind false friendships that they have made
Or
Ones in which they have been rejected
Because it is easy to prattle
Jabber
Cackle
Gibber
Burble
Prattle
Mutter
Prate
Patter
Drivel
Gable
Twadle
They are back fenced talkers
Who do nothing but
Yakkety Yak
Don't talk back!
ADRIAN DeVINE LeORIGINAL

Brisbane, Australia

#413 Jan 29, 2013
I watch you slide

through golden links hung

like a fly-curtain across the maw;

even the metal’s brilliance

can’t disguise the reality of your journey



perhaps he waits for you-

you’ve been a long time coming,

but then, he left too soon

and you like that devoted

duck, on and off the curb

exhorting her dead drake to rise from the gutter…



the lengthened shadow

of a cross

falling

falling



never to touch

your flowerless box, no

six-pointed star to lead the way

the lick of flame

his gold ring

on your fourth finger still
ADRIAN DeVINE LeORIGINAL

Brisbane, Australia

#414 Jan 29, 2013
as Hotere can write across his art

and cause a splash

so shall I find fame

by hanging

paint drizzled poems



and as artists fill their foyers

with elucidating words

so I shall place a picture

or a hodge podge of buttons

straw cutouts beads etc.



and in a sunlit space

a skeleton

suspended upside down

to drain away the flesh

sculpted poetry

and the spare words

will be painted white

framed with heart rimu

poetic illumination



and there will be

a dark poem

a wall of letters

black on black

in a room unlit

unlit so you

can flick the light

and check that there is none

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#415 Jan 29, 2013
Written by
CYP

Insomnia

Though I wish for sleep

My mind will not have it

It seems to ramble on and on

And

Only I can hear it

Running through a hundred scenarios

Each intruding on the other

Until it all becomes a blur

And

Begins again

I smoke a cigarette

And

Then another

I look to the clock

Cursing the time

Each second my misery

Each minute my agony

And

The hours drag on

Tick Tock

Goes

The clock

Mocking my insomnia

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Goes the damned clock

There will be no sleep tonight

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#416 Jan 29, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Written by
CYP
Insomnia
Though I wish for sleep
My mind will not have it
It seems to ramble on and on
And
Only I can hear it
Running through a hundred scenarios
Each intruding on the other
Until it all becomes a blur
And
Begins again
I smoke a cigarette
And
Then another
I look to the clock
Cursing the time
Each second my misery
Each minute my agony
And
The hours drag on
Tick Tock
Goes
The clock
Mocking my insomnia
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Goes the damned clock
There will be no sleep tonight
Take a sleeping pill and a shot of whiskey.. tgat'll put ya out..

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#417 Jan 29, 2013
Sounds like a great idea CC, think I'll give it a try:)
Camilla

United States

#418 Jan 29, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
Written by
CYP
Insomnia
Though I wish for sleep
My mind will not have it
It seems to ramble on and on
And
Only I can hear it
Running through a hundred scenarios
Each intruding on the other
Until it all becomes a blur
And
Begins again
I smoke a cigarette
And
Then another
I look to the clock
Cursing the time
Each second my misery
Each minute my agony
And
The hours drag on
Tick Tock
Goes
The clock
Mocking my insomnia
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Goes the damned clock
There will be no sleep tonight
Eloquent!

If it's of any consolation - your moniker says "think like an animal"

Many animals are nocturnal, so they're up too - meaning .........
It's all good.
ADRIAN DeVINE LeORIGINAL

Brisbane, Australia

#419 Jan 29, 2013
Her emerald dress exuding sensuality,
wrapping tightly a timid body
and a girlish fragrance
unprepared for exposure
yet, very slowly,
as if against her own will
she opens herself and
virgin curves began to appear—
so cherry and so tender;
her protective shield sliding
down, her maiden body
seems less embarrassed now.
Rapt, I watched her rapturous
petals open like holy water
sprouting out
from a fountain for the first time;
seductive expressions,
a cute lollipop
relishing pleasure while
giving pleasure.
Her stem bending here and
there in the serenading wind,
I know she’s the rose blooming
into the smile of my Valentine—
so pure and beautiful.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#420 Jan 29, 2013
Camilla wrote:
<quoted text>
Eloquent!
If it's of any consolation - your moniker says "think like an animal"
Many animals are nocturnal, so they're up too - meaning .........
It's all good.
Thank you Camilla:) I'm feeling very nocturnal tonight, lol. It happens from time to time with me.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#421 Jan 30, 2013
Written by
CYP

Your voice always brings calm

Calming the storm surge inside me as if the great Poseidon

Your touch brings comfort and healing

Equivalent to the God Apollo

Offering rebirth comparable to the God Attis

Filling me with flowing wine and Pleasure parallel to the God Dionysus

You offer strength and power akin to Kratos

And while you are none of them

You are a God

In your own right

The God of my life
ADRIAN DeVINE LeORIGINAL

Brisbane, Australia

#422 Jan 30, 2013
Think of journeys /
disconnected
pictures in the mind.

Nothing
to do with reality.

Flash of dark
glass in reflections.

Your own floating
beside you,

Excited as wind
cutting corners
on sharp streets

Opening
into fragments of blue sky
you can touch
in all directions

On these shining
surfaces you walk.
ADRIAN DeVINE LeORIGINAL

Brisbane, Australia

#423 Jan 30, 2013
Already the settlers arrive to ruins

When her heart beats

It also measures

While their eyes measure the desert's dark

The wheat's ear

The crow's feathers

Their chisels are eager for heroes to sculpt

The length of dock-root

In Galilee

They settle on headstones

The strength of rock-salt

From the Dead Sea.

The dark ripples over the shoulder of the hill

She is nameless

Like the cry of the wild

But she loves

Bhat underweight son

Stand by your brother

With the lantern

Heavy in his left hand

Be he oppressor or oppressed'

Its light cannot neutralize

The dark inside

Outside the light

The barrel.....


So strong is her will that it can produce a simulacrum of patience, prudence and fortitude at those moments when she feels most exposed, fragile and erratic.

The stronger her attraction the more extreme her reaction, so the closer she is drawn the further she withdraws.

Of course nature does not acknowledge whatever's absent - it is prodigal with species, variations, effects - so any withdrawal is artificial, a perverse tearing of the world's fabric.

This is how it appears, and she knows that if a bird does not believe in trees, it will not rest;
she believes in the tree that is there yet, ultimately, she hopes to rest in the tree that isn't there.
ADRIAN DeVINE LeORIGINAL

Brisbane, Australia

#424 Jan 30, 2013
We can believe in miracles,
easy a day like this.

For five minutes at sunrise the sun
broke through, first time in weeks,
a kiss......

I took to mean arrival
and five minutes up
fucked off.

But it is
the year's shortest day
when anything can happen,
miracles 'not a problem'.

The sun five minutes with us
came and left with a kiss.
We believe in miracles. That, love,
is all we have.
ADRIAN DeVINE LeORIGINAL

Brisbane, Australia

#425 Jan 30, 2013
Out walking I saw a child
Flying a kite, and I thought
About the strings.

Always the strings. Attached
To his kite were strings.
And this child.....

Knew he was having
To pull them to make the kite fly
To wherever he was heading.

And, likewise, I
Thought of you, too,
always pulling strings,

Seeking me out,
at night,
Or by day,
but never letting me back in
To see you. Like this child

Running the beach;
just him and his kite, solitary -
And so I remain watching you,

no string's attached.

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