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Posted: 10/28/2009 12:48:07 PM | aww Dime thanks again.....
I've read some of your writes....you have great imagery in your haikus
would love to see you post something here...c'mon
dare ya!
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Posted: 10/28/2009 9:51:51 PM | ***at the moment I don't have much in the pantry, the breadbin or even the cookie jar. the cook's been too busy lookin' out a train window the last little while.
i got a couple of meager frozen haiku dinners in the freezer I guess I could heat up***
Homeless. Crumpled leaves
cling to sidewalks lest they be
swept to the gutter.
sodden displaced leaves
pushed hard against the chain link
sudden refugees | |
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Posted: 10/29/2009 10:16:51 AM | "i got a couple of meager frozen haiku dinners in the freezer I guess I could heat up"
That just makes me lol  I dont have to agree tho'
and I thank you Dime for leaving something here. | |
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Posted: 10/29/2009 10:18:17 AM | based off an old childhood 'spooky' story....
The Velvet Choker
High upon a hill, there lived a man
who lived alone and yearned for a wife,
until to his door, there came a woman
one bitter cold, and dark filled night.
The woman was sweet of face and way
though tired and pale from travelling long,
so the man invited her to rest and stay,
for it was too cold outside, to travel on.
She agreed to warm by his fireside,
dressed simple, though well kept,
her shaking chills, she could not hide
she wore a velvet choker around her neck.
The hour by his hearth became a day,
days became months and seasons too,
the man fell in love, asking her to stay,
the two were married by summer’s June.
Though living together, the two had been proper
living chaste until the eve of their wedding,
but when he tried to undo his wife’s velvet choker
she stopped him from doing his heart’s bidding.
“Husband this choker must never come off
no matter the reason, no matter the hour,
please promise me that you will not scoff
you have no idea, of this choker’s power.”
Her husband complied with his new wife’s request
even though he could never comprehend why,
and his thoughts would cruelly taunt him and test
growing desire to remove the choker from her neck.
A year went by easy, with nary a change
for the couple were happy and lived well,
yet the wretched choker continued to plague,
tormenting the husband’s mind into a living hell.
One night as his wife lay asleep in their bed,
he stealthily cut off that hated velvet strip,
but when away from her shoulders came his wife’s head,
he realized immediately the woe of his terrible slip.
His wife’s cry rang out on that horrific night,
her headless body still, in their matrimonial bed,
crippled by fear he could not move in his fright,
as her head rolled out the door, while her corpse bled.
Still to this day he can hear his wife’s voice,
so full of sorrow as her head tumbled away,
“If only my love, you had made the right choice
by your side forever, I would have stayed.”
~E~ | |
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Posted: 10/29/2009 7:08:07 PM | ***cooks night off again, he's out to The Threads, you know the Movie-ola Drive-In just down internet 47 out past the Paradice of Fish? yeah well, he's taking in a fine reinterpretation of a classic black and white chiller called The Velvet Choker...***
The Northern Village
Lunch Counter Menu blackboard
at the Five and Ten
~~~off’ring of the day~~~
..some fried haiku bolonie..
.with some house ketchup.
That’s right, spelt ‘i-e’
Means: “Here it is. It don’t taste
so good, don’t blame ya .”
Just cuz it’s trying
to be cute, it’s still, you know
same ole boloney.
We all ‘preciate
your kindness, encouragement
is a stray with fleas
___
Foggy Roads---grim game
show host who makes us guess while
driving blindfolded.
sickly fogbound sun.
blind alley sleepwalker wants
to find a way out.
dense fog cotton-eyed
stick trees crack oyster shell sky
an elusive pearl
___
***it’s half repost, half bull compost…
thanks for your gracious spaceness or was that your spacious greatness…
well thanks for your indulgence…dime***
*sleepwalker—a heroine addict | |
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Posted: 10/29/2009 9:33:27 PM | "And you don't really want to go down there..."
and I really didn't
the loss of a husband
a love
a best friend
a life of security, comfort, and innocence
pressed inward in diaphragm contraction
like a boa constricting the soul
"You don't really want to go down there"
And I really don't
to shed my skin will leave me raw and flayed
emotional evisceration
I can't hide
"You can breathe the water"
As if stepping out was easy
"You can breathe the water"
I step tentatively, reluctantly
I move forward with a different face
A different heart
A different body electric
"It will be okay"
he whispers
after his soul, breathe, body, heart has stopped
his lips are blue
I smell flowers
and every hair on my body stands on end
"It will be okay"
I still glance back (I can't help it)
and the leaves
shaped like tears
wave good-bye... | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 3:08:44 PM | Those last two stanzas mtnwildflower, are not only well written...but touch me.
Thank you for your beautiful expression.
welcome | |
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Posted: 10/31/2009 7:31:17 PM | Thank you for your beautiful expression.
Yes, they were very beautiful. Almost like I have heard them before?
so they must be written well.
Like from experience.
Thank you so much. You twos comments are a balm upon my "soul"... 
And , again... | |
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Posted: 11/1/2009 9:15:24 AM | were it not for the boy
or the thought of the boy
the man
the entity masculine
the longings that too often go not heeded
would indeed sadden my heart | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 3:40:06 PM | quicksilver
What medium
would render me unchanging
as some mechanized piston, thrusting
within love’s assembly line?
There is none.
Only this momentum, for I am
forwardly charged,
galvanized to the core
of your mind.
Stimulation
you intimately wrought.
My pulse sparks electric, at the
touch of lips or the flick of that
searing awareness,
reflected in your eyes.
Somehow I have become,
precious and new again,
melted and fluid.
Inside your arms,
I feel avant-garde and contemporary;
somehow breaking from tradition
an exemplar specimen of
a blazing woman.
Alive and real,
in your mercurial imagination.
In your mercurial imagination,
I found myself.
Galvanized with honest passion
and direct current.
Quick silvered, I adhered
to the ore of something precious,
segueing easily from one moment
into the next,
liquid movement
of your arms, and the way your eyes
carried me to lustrous places.
Together,
we created a new prototype,
from awareness we had both mined
after the harsh thrust of love broke down,
and rendered us different.
It was then
I became electric and
alive again.
As I melted inside your mercurial mind,
and burned my way home
between your thighs.
~E~ | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 4:53:43 PM | lol
it seems there's a fever that needs cooling 
c'mere...here's a cool compress for your forehead
there...is that better Truthsee? | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 9:41:00 PM | Tropicalgrl... remember me?
Nothing Lasts
Three dismal years
have lackadaisically drifted onward
since his heart had withered and petrified
suffering from calluses
beleaguered by the whisperings of despondency
yet, still
ever so often
he would return to their familiar place
again and yet again
their special place
his and her exceptional place
that place where their adolescent lips first touched
where overwhelming urges grew inside them
impregnating them with the wonders of life
the phenomenon of love
ages ago
they scrawled their initials inside a heart
upon and into a sapling
that had now matured
tall and strong
still wearing their proclamation
her and his juvenile betrothal
oh, such a feeble attempt at immortality
but no thing lasts forever
except, perhaps... forever
yes, they would exist within each other
even without each other
for as long as their minds grasped reality
but nothing lasts
and promises are just promises
simple mutterings of hope
of, well... promise
and surely as the sapling grew
even though scarred and blemished
by their etchings
they, too, must sprout, mature, and adapt
with their own disfigurements and deformities
often leaving behind or discarding childish vows
sometimes
true, they still live
and love
and make vows
but she has yet to return to their special place
and probably will not again
for her name is now transcribed
alongside another's
on another sapling, a parchment
a legal, binding document
a solemn testament
a declaration
a promise to her husband
and his vow to her
but, then again
a promise is just a promise
and...
nothing lasts | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 9:46:26 PM | The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
they say they want good men
well, there is no blame for that
but why they choose these ruffians
says more to the matter of fact
true
they say they want a pleasing man
but that is such a lie
what they really, really want
is a man pleasing to their eyes
and yes, women, men know this
so they treat you as they do
but you don't understand
because you wouldn't behave
the way you do
women, you utterly kill me
with this distortion of truth
and you wont realize
until you've lost your use
and then you search frantically
for a man of outstanding stature
but he has long since outgrown your type
you're simply not what he's after
then you grow wiser, but bitter
you camouflage your shame
and due to YOUR terrible choices
you say ALL men are the same
then innocent young ladies hear that
a countless number of times
from countless women like you
that nourish them to be blind
now the cycle is renewed
and THEY think all men are the same
so they try to pick the prettiest of these
the ones that may bring them fame
not caring that he doesn't cherish her
respect her, and befriend her
she is simply content
to be bedridden with a pretender
So,
many good men go alone in their journey
with no one but themselves to console
because they are not that beautiful...
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Posted: 11/10/2009 10:05:23 AM | should prolly put this here, since well....
you know.
forever.
I only penetrated her outer folds at first, this long
anticipated plunge into a cathartic realm found
me kneeling by the throat tightening clench of
her moistened form, begging a deeper intrusion.
Our eyes drank from tepid waters spilling echoes over
fevered moons exposing a fragmented sanity pleading
for heated lips to swallow searching tongues in
a dance to quell the mortal yearnings of a soul.
By the candle's wane we became as shadows perched;
tied by the fingers of lust starved gods reenacting scenes
of apocalyptic greed slamming fire thrown swords into
the begging womb of all creation.
Her cries became as the phoenix upon a dark rimmed sky
that clenched the air and stole but staggered breath, I
drove deep to feel her voice in longing sighs that
brought my hand to bear upon her breast.
She teased me to her mouth with quenching whispers
that shattered all of lifeless remnants to an ashen ruin
she clenched my whole as measured stokes collapsed
and drew my heart, but with the utterance of a word.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 11/10/2009 12:40:16 PM | Juju youre funny...hmmm maybe you should be writing as well...I know youve got depths weve never seen! 
Dorrian X yup I remember you as a most talented writer in these forums...prevoiusly known as da5thletr. Welcome back! Its great to see you writing again. | |
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Posted: 11/10/2009 12:44:29 PM | and You! Truthisee...well
you know...
"I only penetrated her outer folds at first, this long
anticipated plunge into a cathartic realm found
me kneeling by the throat tightening clench of
her moistened form, begging a deeper intrusion.
Our eyes drank from tepid waters spilling echoes over
fevered moons exposing a fragmented sanity pleading
for heated lips to swallow searching tongues in
a dance to quell the mortal yearnings of a soul."
phenomenally lyrical lines....
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