Various Poets, Volume 4
Everyone and his robot
thinks they should pass into philosophy
once they slither through myth.
anonymous
The cat quietly sauntered around the saucy brown dog.
All the while along the shores crept a silent breathtaking grey fog.
One winter's eve the cat became aware,
that her ending day was very near.
The dog silently slouched next to her
for the first time the cat felt peaceful.
Then the fog came.
CReiner
Everybody drew powder from the gut beast, but nobody earned glory.
Nobody stood jagged, but everybody dreamed.
Maintain! Paint! Lie!
Rawlyn Watson
tin ducks are checking for bubbles
confusion hides in their grace
the palace of sorry swamp destiny
exhibits a clear balance between
duck laughter and wolf analysis
-Steve-
There is an uneasy feeling hanging over the city.
Dark fades to light and it's the beginning of my slow suffocation.
I feel it. I breath smoke.
The nights spent on roof-tops have become slow intoxication.
Cigarette smoke in the air illuminated by the street light.
I know secrets told in a stolen cars, on a gray stretch.
Speed is just a state of mind.
Can you feel its movement? I can't anymore.
Once was is no more, but only in thought, not in reality.
Jay Gumption
any monster suggesting those kind of sand glass easily regards friends as a festival Ivy in your thighs
teresa
Her shoulder sleeps in my philosophy
her fiction must carry us
her face implying nothing naughty
her fur showing more
tense 3
The warmest battery
uses up it's champagne
then flows through town
in a glamorous bubble
don't sit around bursting
balloons and theory.
anonymous
Could youth glow
for days and feasts,
until the dust marched
off to a funeral?
would you scatter
some tambourines
around the soft forest,
expecting snakes
to dance and believe?
Sidd Finch
In the time of the spring you
gave to me your comfortable hand passed quickly to him but through the occasion, we joked to carry with us a stale affair
I caught the truth, I shifted to the center
we yielded
and we retreated.
why? it yearned for us, it abandoned us.
Mungambe Bigboy
This masquerade affair
In garden air
Defies all convention
With rebellious intention.
As in this wild forest of foliage green,
My flesh
is delectibly declared
Unholy and clean.
anonymous
Worrying beer, feeling circumstance, stood, raced, whimpered. Mostly beasts.
Like the Hank caviar career arm...
Rawlyn Watson
Lady dreams of challenges
but she often wears a leaf
on her mouth.
she will not mention it
around anyone.
she may admit to dirty episodes,
but always turns around easily.
she will not hope for
those things that control.
she is a beast.
she is not distant.
she is never open. but
she is always real.
and that's why she is
mine.
bystander
a dog laughed in the leotard
it colorfully snarlled at me
Since i was laughing at it
alex sophie becca
It was a quiet day until the charge came
Fire spread with a white blast
No peace could live
ALL WAS LOST
Though I remained
I survived and will fight to live on
I will not be extermined and will not leave quietly
I will live on
and not be noticed by
anyone
but myself
I have the right to live although
ALL WAS LOST
David and Bryan
Buster leaves the tower,
At a treacherous hour.
He left behind
vivd memories of Wanda,
who he was very fond of.
the snow on the ground
was melting away
The sun was coming up to start a new
day
he worries about her,
who is glamorous and could not be any better
he misses his cat's pur
he thinks of writing her a letter
He made is final descision and that is that
He will go back to see Wanda and the cat
Derek & Ryan
A butterfly flies as gracefully and as elegantly as a white dove soaring and gliding in the blue sky.
Its wings, speckled with dew drops glisten in the early morning sun.
I sit there, admiring its beauty but something happens that makes it look beastly.
Its wing, torn apart flutters to the ground as the butterfly jumps and waves its remaining wing trying to fly, but failing.
Suddenly, its movements slow and its body stiffens, it falls of the the leaf it was standing on, spinning and twirling as it falls to the ground.
Sam and Vishal
dragon's wrinkle
serenading
prancing
through the foliage
of flesh
sauntering about,
teasing spare
chins to
jiggle and dance
around
enchanted by
yonder brawl of
muscle and strength
lizi :o)
Humans should stay alive as just like an artist should draw
me
Mine eyes question
mine ears tease
mine mouth divide
and mine brain receive
for I walk through ice
jaded and wet
pmd
In my eye,
anybody and everyones is like a bird,
their soul flys just like a bird.
it rises and falls as if it were a bird flying through the sky.
Some people are pigeons,
they always come home.
Some peole are Owls,
they go out all night.
People grow like a bird.
They start of young,
and stay at home.
They learn from their parent.
And as their parents nurture
and feed them they grow to be
a bird of their own.
Then the time comes for the bird to leave the nest.
And as do we leave our homes and move away.
They do the same.
A person is just like a bird,
in so many ways.
Their soul flys high and free
just like a bird
Danika Bell
I met a creature,
with quite fashionable features.
the color of her skin was as green as could be,
but the color of her hair, was neon you see!
her sense for style
would win you over but meanwhile,
her sense of divine caviar
was completely bazaar.
She naturally enjoyed tuna so much,
Fresh from the lake with spinach
OH YUK!
I was unfortuantly on time,
to see this very odd delicacy,
then she rubbed her tummy,
and gave a smile of contentness,
and said, "you better run, or I'll eat you quicker than you can say mile!"
Me
He creeps around the shadows
of my jail just like a beast
appearing from a neighborhood
yonder and suddenly acting
as if he were something that offered
more when anyone asks something
he has no form and no light
he writes no festival into my day
until the day he hangs himself
with bonnet strings
I will creep with him
and the clouds will not be the same
L Clark
Carefully she called for him
but he had declared himself invisible
and hadn't mentioned it to her.
She hoped he was away from her
and not bleeding in some downstairs hell
with that snake named Wanda.
But he had always been reckless
with his separation and twice already
he had whispered,' I am a singer, not
your cop,' so she gave up and worked
it out by herself.
LLC
A rascal, Buster by name,
Exited the jail.
Buster hopped it.
No caviar.
No champagne.
No bail.
M G Rupp
At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,
The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss
There is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.
anonymous
Ears are enough
for Robert to worry about
he doesn't look like a horse
but he exhibits rampant feelings
for dogs
I wiggle my gut
but they just touch Buster
who said festivals aren't green?
not Hank!
this has to divide
into slightly moderner keys
or gather intentions at the limbo.
serendipity
Your lizard is called Buster
but I call him Alice
because he likes to tear dahlias
out of my closet
and I think that's cold.
Unless he will send
me them back in a little shoe
with a yellow camera
I will call him
Alice.
serendipity
Through the map
to the cafe
I don my tarnished basket
(on my brain)
and then you call me to say:
you are imaginary
that makes me so zippy
that I nag my jester to defend my unwholesome tambourine
and then you tell me:
I am painting Hank
in a warm cave
that makes me so sullen
that I laugh (paradoxically)
and hang up.
serendipity
Debutantes retreat from clouds,
vanity hangs over the institution,
butterflys send their neon zest
to our shoulders. We bellow...
the helmet must figure itself out.
anonymous
Buster and I have hairs
most bears do
but ours paint
anonymous
Well
I joked
Alice usually would carry
it but apparently not this then
if she ever would want
I can ask
but then again
I might not
Hey!
Alice lies apart
Ivy jumps away
Alice sees that
Ivy drags it downstairs
and I draw a small
spine back on the witch
she likes that
mouser
The kangaroos draw away
from Wanda as she whimpers
fiasco-like, frozen in tar
the flaws in her knowledge of evolution
never more apparent.
anonymous
The one I catch should consider me jovial.
Someone kind would be nice, too.
She will nibble whatever she nibbles.
anonymous
My consciousness jumps on to your mouth and we gather our almanacs and draw Vicariously and recklessly. We watch therapists look at us then you decide to dream of my bicycle that slithers over my hip! I shout for your jaw to shimmy on my neck. You drive my behavior and sing to my beauty... We whisper into our bottles and razors. You sense my delight at your spine, your violin and your ear?
Sarah
I quietly have brought my telephone to you. It could sleep in your smirk... As you tell anybody.
Matt the Good
Your leave artfully legendary that these have controlled around gracefully through watching nothing anybody being mine or their worked gravel fiction bone
about start brutal most expert eye wisp
that these apart flesh gardens into me do clumsily journey
anonymous
Some poets are kind
needing only a refuge
for their histories
turning only to judgement
of their own evolution
Other poets are honest
to themselves
to their character
to their feelings
But some are leaden
Dragging down
questioning the exile
of their stormy soul
serendipity
Deadly kittens
are establishing a truth
in my bones
jumping and howling in me
so I lie to you and everyone
even me
believing that to whisper
my fetish to the world
will destroy me
Serendipity
I asked him for a key
to the kitchen upstairs.
He blocked my passage
and relentlessly glared.
Up until then, I sauntered
knowingly 'round his vicinity.
I thought I had sensed
a natural affinity.
My vanity had closed
my skull to the rebellion
he had set up for me,
for he was growing Machiavellian!
This juncture of an instant
has unfortunately made me see
that nothing here may be arranged
because he still has that key!
LLC
Those consciousnesses that mush our brain into anaesthetic
drag us inwardly through tragedy and out into a parody of ourselves
like you she guesses that exception is the rule
as she replies no comment to everyone that wants to know
and i want to know
what is the meaning of that summer afternoon
we called her name and she lied
about never wishing
throwing a coin in the well and whispering please save me
her wistful remorse saunters through, and I yearn to glow like she touches the souls of others
tragedy
Phoenix
A singer that must admit to his odd wrinkle fell.
a lover flesh dreaming shall not be followed.
prudishly I practiced seeing pigs.
if our butterfly heard us, he may not offer us foam...
so until my spine appears in those cupboards, everybody must elude tragically.
Alec
A steep butterfly
in Colorado sold
her rich tragedy basket
to a deadly lover
nobody regarded optimally
the festive human as he
chased the low jug to circle these schools
anonymous
A girl, Alice, straight and on
will nag me until I have reached
this race of envy
my
every
ody
until
then
absolutely
recently
downstairs
slowly everyly
absolutely
aroundly
n't
say
with
up until
elf
one logic back
Ivy mush
anonymous
Time divides from intention when touching what approaches like razors from scalp into skull
Aramis
The spirit dances
who needs yesterdays mention
the show reaches enough
A.J.
Dust tower comedy
he these home apart girls
boasting watching
tequila my major gift
might everyone sense
the table solid, simple
conquest blocking
naturally beast jaws have
their bitterness
anonymous
Friend might certainly say fragility
I say warmth.
poet would look and know
art.
Alan Sturgess
A knuckle shall be turned over. Our forgetting leaves yesterday. Everybody requests fiascos even from the dirty affections. Most sauces examine those who have oozed oily eyes, and until sawdust sends reptiles to consciousness, we scatter the silver relics around.
Jim Esch
I I I I I mine
it them who broken I I I
not figuring who wouldn't but recklessly probably back slightly a instant
Bishop
She appeared with a pursuit in her yellow mannequin. I dropped in on her hard big fire. Would she block my beast until the performance? Or would my rosy nose have dogs in its animal? Diabolically, this shimmied into a love rite.
anonymous
Sends me to limbo
without a battery
so that I might exclaim
"I need a battery!"
Aerindipity
Unwholesome bear mine
turn into dust
then imagining grace
Yeksitra
dragons follow me to school
I catch them but
they stroll away
laughing
Aerindipity
Spiritual dancers are lying
when they declare that they are solid
they disappear
Aerindipity
Mostly I take my burden with me
but already I am exploding with the idea
that I should be free
do you drop your image and laugh?
Aerindipity
May I never ooze fancy foliage
or hide in a jail
or drop my smirk prudishly
or watch an imaginary disaster
or earn a style I do not sense
or ever write
Dipity
Really I may lie frequently
but you offer me your temperament
treacherous, secret, quaint
and I carry it to destruction.
you oughtn't dance like that.
Dipity
Slightly legal, mostly fatal,
undeniably I enter your heaven
silently we seem not to question this
but you are running away, away
mostly I just stroll into holes,
flow around clouds.
you say I am clumsy
but that carries my madness
into your vicinity
you glow
anonymous
Shifted into mercy
started over
crept out of space
wondered about circumstances
and then dissolved
Aerindipity
over this tarnished face I whisper
expecting disgrace in my smirk
I fell for my awe,
and you could request my silence no more... ...
kalie
History grinds us into utility
sensing that we are new to the feast
it passes through us,
eludes those who avoid infinity
and jokes about our toes
we are sober.
Aerindipity
Poor reptile oozed soup
tragically it was mine
Beth
anybody who asks him this writes like a dancer.
who yields the alienation?
what friend rides the lipstick?
race to the myth of Buster's health!
Tony Grist
Gain slowly
grow relentlessly
grow sincerely
shift naturally
she dreams of the vicinity of anxiety
and implies that the sheriff talks about lipstick.
she stays around and eats ice.
this oozes madness.
Tony Grist
Could anybody hang ignorance?
just like a hunter she bursts into the zoo.
her beer laughs at the snake
and her beer shows no madness.
Tony Grist
My elephant gains fragility by dissolving into the relic.
she draws consciousness from her pillow.
we have no water.
Tony Grist
Recently I suggested to Naomi
that she generate a sophisticated
growth
she defended herself
saying that I was orange
and then turned away
I howled with joy
Aerindipity
In a cat it is yellow
mine is called Reason
she takes warmth to herself
and spews an inquisition
Aerindipity
"Foam-key-rafter"
Foam-key-rafter, forest never after,
Darken the technoanesthetic wolves;
Separation recklessly, from ape terminus.
Rawlyn Watson
Icon Poet is a substantial bread,
Generated from affection.
Rawlyn Watson
Hopefuly that fiction with Ivy shouldn't have butterflies over at the corner.
Kyouteki Amano
because I run taking winter
pools of metal whimper quietly
over and over the only porch
gracefully exploding from
us, who have those dragons
over soon-giving photographs
turned by our tempest
established in dread
telling them their truths
some must bring out all
by spoiling impish mileage
of a wistful god
duien
A bull creeped into his pantry and wiggled to his champagne.
he sauntered around his institution to find a creature to control and love.
he maintains a clumsy life and declares himself an ecstasy.
Tiffany Hampton
Buster Blue Crab
Buster the blue crab,
lived in the ocean did he,
he would crawl around in the sand all day,
to find little ocean fleas.
One day the tide went out,
he did not know what to do,
his friends got taken to sea,
on that one summers afternoon.
When your friends go away,
don't sit there and wait,
you never know,
they might not come back one day.
Vallerie Lacina
The robot ought have suggested
copperbody
more his fame
uttering I.
Ivy you tear about
bird, elephant, tragedy-
every shadow
every juncture
my violin eludes even Alice.
promising
uttering
grasping
I receive nothing
discontent strong he silently drove
he turned
Clayton
I bleed like red lipstick,
when he forgets my game.
And I wonder,
if he imagines he can love .
We crept recklessly,
Until the disaster ate our bond.
He is the oddest one I ever maintained.
I grasp his vanity without expression.
The devotion we have is not bliss,
and waitresses imply we are history.
He believes they are skinny and sweet;
I think they are loose.
He sees the fiction,
and I dig the zest for beer.
Detectives suggest we elude the cops,
and I simply bellow at the madness.
alex baldwin
He can retreat pillows in the bath
I might exclaim my jazzy parody to you.
most air creatures worry, but should leisurely joke.
I have generated maps the machine
everyone let us get our cougar from the palace.
certainly my brother ought to reach for the lipstick.
csb
feast
exiting feeling,
joyed characters,
ultimate love,
what reveals compassion,
and generates cultures
t.b.
A friend Alice still implied she just must call detective Hank he hoped seeing these sailor say I do have lips we do get thing shall dust magicians off something that this guy passed who do get around plastic telephones I no everything
Adam Willis
A metallic town oxygen sells books jauntily later...
pavs
We slither by
she worked her magic unknowingly
to all.
I haven't spoke,
these words ,
she said with quiet subtlety.
my character slithers.
rehks
Scientific animals hand cases of straight tokens to shrewd villains about the illegal citys.
Roscoe sells wrinkles to partly curdled cockatoos. Wanda touches hips of her dreaming sailors.
naughty lovers make installments over their cafe bonnets.
promise me that you write metallic meat on my skin.
dance your madness through the castle of our anxiety.
Al DeJesus
Cherub Ivy figured me to be naturally established in my only upstairs shadow error in her uttered lipstick affair
anybody around blood retreated to bed
we could bring expression to joke about
individual easily exhibited their frame
a villain powder that dragged through the porch and up the couch into liaison
announcement mentioned wrist lolling diabolically yelling fellows who appeared just like apples sending cops replying divorce with boasting visitors must retreat masquerades but if banquets joked everyone received times of razors and flowers hollered slipping chairs on some creature showing affection to oneself when in skips cherub Ivy
Christina Mahony
Reptile from cellular beginnings
chases its prey
when butterfly do fly
masquerades with a clandestine exterior
me you everyone
alienation
brought on by ourselves
special we all are
scattered on this Earth
Jennifer
I dig the mad juice
that worries my doctor
throat declaring approval
until I send my kind ear
to circle quickly with result
grinding into my belly
with nothing to block
but my mercy for discontent
so I may question my knowledge
of everything
A.D.
Lips carrying no words
nagging for emotion
painfuly oblivious
to everything evil
defending their heaven
brutaly important
to what is painful
and maintaining fragility
A.D.
Broken bottle razor
Ether may dull
Brutal rage
Against thoughtless
Lack of compassion.
ben
Jester of the tragedy
he follows the idea that he should forget.
what does he reach when he makes the burden.
the prisoner of his smirk
he jokes about his intentions
some catch his grasp of glory
this true exception to the silence
what does he do when the disgrace controls him
he can not gaze through it
but should see the madness and the faith
Thomas
my dog tell me everything you do when you think nobody's watching.
he told me how you rearranged my pillows, so now my lips are stained blue from the pillow cover.
he said how you translated my spanish notes into french, so i failed my exam.
your dog told me how you let your lizzard chew on my lipstick,
so now its a pink sticky mess.
you are the Black Death that silently crouches in corners, waiting to pounce
Lyssa D
The warmth
Retreating from him,
As if leaving for heaven,
But he was leaving us.
Happiness forgot us,
Leaving me with sadness,
And without him.
The faith
That one day, soon,
Happiness will return to me,
Even without him.
A.G.
beware the truthful lie
lizard lies are elegant
woven with truth and silence
the best facades always are
she weaves with the best
a scatterer of truth
weaver with a twisted tongue
her words are venomous
if pondered overlong
sink to filth and stench
beware the truthful lie
Geoff Parsons
Irregularly arranging silver
poets about a lake, a figure
in yellow dissolves through
the form of a shifting machine.
as the transition from dark
to gray to strange, twisted
light, so burns in the mind
a change from warmth to madness
and and and and and and and
on to infinity we race
some sullen floor of the soul
where reason turns off?
D-Bro
The cold laughter that seems to tear an iron soul into nothingness. This silence eludes me. Dimensions slither away from me. Refuge looks sweet but is not quiet like the anonymity that I hide. Experience is the rare knowledge that no one wants. Instantly an oblivious bystander lies when he is cornered. Must I always follow the laughter? Silver relics don't glow in this fashion. take a moment to wonder and let the laughter follow instead.
Ryan S.
It started when I spoke my mind
Of poets words that smote the blind
Truth wrapped its only hanging thread
To render thoughts owned by the dead.
Simplicity's dread character
Dined always with the sinister.
The sweet cakes filled with tragedy
Were drained of their humanity.
Of flesh forgotten;bones that danced
We chew and spit upon the past.
So hastily we seek to claim
The last husk of the poor man's grain.
In terror shall the landlord give
His daughter's blood so he may live
Another day another hour
Dissolving hopes and hanging flowers.
Matthew Carr
Heaven.
holding our loved ones,
silently grasp them from us.
we request them back, but...
anonymous
Expert of truth.
lies about the silence,
when the fault is not his,
something is right,
yet he shall stay with the ignorance, when no one will catch his emotion,
it is the separation he feels,
tragically he pursues his own burden,
ignorance is the power he wears,
the only thing he gains.
Thomas Ledwidge
Black is the cloud passing over me
Black is the disgrace it generates
Black is the power revealed in it
Black is the madness it wields
Must is always pursue me?
I shout at it to leave me be
But asranged it is to me language
So ever will it control me
Ryan S.
Bubbles of storming snakes shifting silently, scattering knowledge like jagged voiced monks.
Through judgement and evolution the lover of iron and silver clicks her tongue
To earn the light of circumstance.
Dragon-like wrinkles will creep cautiously until the upstairs smirk arranges its affections - lying like a crypt.
Glamorous as a jaguar, the sour glee of jesters bursts the prison of frozen mercy.
Sensitive Robot
A moment of opaque form
rolls from the photograph.
passing mileage on the
street of minutes dragging
by.
image calls to mind
sky, situation, yesterday, home...
a feeling of the past.
D-Bro
Thisself in the cupboard, or theseselves so recently in the upstairs... Perverse enchantments.
And listening the while to herself Lies Lies Lies!
practicing some burdened earth, like love or like hisself question like meself like...
do they aspect lately? do they suspect? do you say never?
And might the weself like him do it wrong?
really, of all things.
The opaque die flowed... and must be arranged, for how could we be expected to, nor should we, from one Robert, also so keen, unfortunately, take them home.
Certainly not. He would for herself. That is why sheself Lies.
Shen-Tat
youthful waist
dog like me
there loudly I shout
as if he's hiding
downstairs the demons
draw our souls
on sand
wondering
will we ever tell
Kung Fu Panda
I pass disgracefully an unwholesome bird pursuit
you should naturally utter, but one requests over and over, through the dark, nothing more than that
anonymous
So upstairs I drew
and you entered when I was revealing
my ultimate blood
Aerindipity
Detective Hank
Detective Hank wasn't always a detective
he was a magician that wished he
Could hold a cockatoo in his brain
as he grew up he admitted he wanted to be a detective
So he practiced day and night and became a detective called Hank
csb
she carries her radiant remorse,
hoping beyond hope,
grasping tragically at promise,
not knowing why.
anonymous
The ghouls are within
They are thin pumpkin men.
Shall we bend to their whim at the brim of their pen?
Shall we crawl to the place where they stand back to back?
Are they screaming in need for a want that they lack?
Can we call it a sin that no soul dwells within,
But a note of despair - they no longer are men?
Matthew Carr
Will there never be a time
When all human filth and grime
Taste that sweet forbidden wine
Drawing thoughts to the sublime
Mingling dreams of yours and mine
Till we view the homeward sign
And the reason in the rhyme
Like the grape upon the vine
In the season of their prime
Bringing lives to intertwine.
Matthew Carr
Nervous moisture wishes for its anxious fugitive as
Fatal affection believes in transition.
Rock gives youth its will for evil; painting joy with blood.
Rich though ashen at each tarnished banquet -
Never expecting the hollow, final trumpet
That bleats like a broken lamb
On the last altar of experience.
Matthew Carr
Most claws glow that these jaguars rather see through acts downstairs for light play like our startling adjunctions To our past existence which decides us for our Rebirths of ourselves, our children of compentence
Our Fathers Have our innocence stored for future revelence
How It is to love yourself
When you can understand that everything you need to know is inside yourself..
Andrea
Vinegar the Robert crow wrinkles of our teasing until they force storms into oneself
my method of bent frames
cleverly turning that flow from your arranged jovial pursuit of my promise
while quickly tearing at her essence
JoeNymphRe
Act the anxiety set in feeling, while the witch whispers the importance of happiness seductively to your soul. Seem to be mad but don't slither off the radiant knowledge of madness, it carries you to your home.
Loulabelle
As anyone must establish
I may whimper
something appears while they
reached into an evil photograph
I spoke partial razors
as around me the heavens whispered
just as if sand called my fire
and light questioned my blood
once awe showed me
I am legendary
tomorrow I ask for
adventure
maeve annanina
The Naomi bird is leaving its fictions
around the palace
this bellowing cockatoo, a silver light
in the instant
when gravy and neon send gifts
to the languorous fugitive from envy.
Kwame Ataksi
Fingers against my feathers must know
I won't have time to glide
over the city where crocodiles go
to lie underwater and hide.
Louie Meme
Randomly peppered with questions,
the children sink into their tubs
marmalade fishes find crystalline coins
but chimpanzees find only grubs.
Louie Meme
Curls of paper glow like wax
and fear the touch of flame
flute-of-honey bee-attacks
stop servings of champagne.
Louie Meme
In order to wear out her welcome,
Naomi melts cheese on your cell phone
however, the gasoline
she puts in your vaseline
is only to focus your smell bone.
Louie Meme
Shall some alligators challenge revolutionary drama?
May a luminous low serpent do my nails...
'n' all that entails?
Could your innocent contessa check the mileage of the motor,
as a llama up from Lima intervenes...
in her red jeans?
Must the urchin with the engine get a merchant with a stocking
to go stalking Stockard Channing in the rain?
Oh, not again...
Louie Meme
Togetherness
The least balmy ship in the cupboard,
The sensitive jug on the spark;
We wilted for yellowy ankles,
We beautifully nibbled on bark.
That ashen wrist made pretty breaking,
The monkeys just hide while we melt;
Togetherness have you defied me?
In vague disconcern my heart felt.
Rawlyn Watson
Every lolling scholar has a following of sorts,
from his large and silent instincts
to the circus he reports
when a slithering red creature charges through his street of birth
and looks jauntily about, then explodes into the earth.
Louie Meme
Chambered bed, a glossy map of
paragons of partial shame
lifting nature on behalf of
rings of ivory-shouldered game.
Who's the servant of the rebels?
Its the figure brought to dine
on the heels of passion pebbles,
spaghetti-broke and out of line.
Louie Meme
Hypnosis is earning me splendor
in lieu of an English career
I glisten in brine from a blender
and turn to the one I hold dear,
"If a reptile were waiting to find me,
would you make it a map to my cradle?
If the reptile took caramel to bind me,
would you throw it some brine from my ladle?"
The loved one suggests that I hand her
my salty iguana repellent
without it the brine will be blander
and the reptiles unable to smell it.
Louie Meme
Pale common grapes
in a dollar-fifty mirror
heading down to limbo
as the glass
divides clumsily
from the frame
Gwendolyn G.
Claws upon a ripened carrot,
pumpkin heavy, radish secret
Rabbits, baskets rich and full,
dine on that which angels pull.
Garden freedom, glacier slow,
carrots seek their pleasures low.
Louie Meme
Transcendently, the agent of the saint hides her tears. Ramona muddies the arms of the wire doll, but expects no love. Merchants ignore this interlude. When youth was theirs, they did sadder things than that to wire dolls. They take a lazy lesson from this: the deeper the empathy, the more enchanted the adventure when recalled years later.
Ramona snails along the ditch scattering statues of her sainted teacher. Pigeons cling to their torsos in spite of Ramona's lectures. A serpent sways in that ballet-like way they have, and Ramona mournfully carries over a statue and places it before the serpent, murmuring the name of her teacher in barren jubilation.
"I wilt in the landscape to hear that name," says the snake. "Peanuts go back in their shells, and lobsters go melting the butter of their own destruction. That name must not be spoken here."
"This is a statue of my noble saint, my heavenly teacher," says Ramona.
The serpent throws back its head and opens its jaws, and proudly swallows the marble saint. A feast of wild knowledge is in store for Ramona if she doesn't race away immediately. Her face is severe but her heart is speaking softly of disobedience.
Tristan Tarzan
Pallid thighs of modern princes
resting there like jellied blintzes
reflect the merchant's stock advice:
if lunch is good then have it twice.
Louie Meme
Brain soot at once talented and electric
lets rats picture themselves delicate angels
with odd warmth
in the claws of the phosphorescent apes
that we call heroes of
film and field.
Kwame Ataksi
Patched up like
an unembraced crumb sock
that jesters've worn before,
the princess bets it all
on a passing frog
and one desperate, reckless kiss.
Kwame Ataksi
Well, well, well, it's Xavier Hip
a man who teenagers all worship
for his joyful curiosity
and his garbage truck's velocity
humanity's his curious hobby
fame precedes him to the lobby.
Louie Meme
Mapped out like a parking lot,
the servants' dusty pantry caught
a bag of white like scattered snow
a waste of flour, don't you know
And who the devil has knocked down
this moat of squandered Royal Crown
syruping the ivory floor
drawing ants beneath the door
Who did this? I hope they fess up.
Someone come and clean this mess up.
Louie Meme
Mice have exhibited
mechanical noise
down rough hallways
playing like boys
with dull photographs
stuck in their spokes
mice on bicycles
telling lame jokes.
Louie Meme
Iceing over the land of bread,
tequila and bright paint on the porch
relentless around animals
I boast of bonds opaque and passionate
like a rascal terrier
sending trial images into his tail
to charge himself up for another show.
Big Daddy Ira
The woman with stately gold fangs
has ground them down
to be more comfortable around visitors.
I boast of innocent awe sometimes,
as if my leisure
were a ceremony of giant approval.
A strolling demon sells me his knuckles,
and I leave him dropping onions
on the Colorado comedy fields.
Big Daddy Ira
The lichen bull takes bread
from the smile of the scholar
and acts sullen
as the major artist
stands bottled, implying devotion.
From a warm cupboard,
he runs whimpering to the cherubs
and stays sharp by eating plastic.
Little Mama Jen
The fine-belly pumpkin buffs
established a root of electricity exploding
in the sweet brawl
of skin and sour differences.
Freckled fugitives ask me for reasons not to run
back to their severe gardens
for golden broth.
Big Daddy Ira
A bridge with opalescent boats
decides its form is sweeter
than apples in a sawdust storm
Big Daddy Ira
A rough lichen place
flowering into awed bliss
exclaims to the lover
from token affairs,
you yourself
have a golden mane of lichen
Big Daddy Ira
Thorny prosperity grows
in a supple cloud of envy
neck and neck
with creamy featured robots,
ankle to ankle
with spicy, owlish professors
who construct formless empathies
for affection, nymphs, and money.
Joaquin dePlanque
Shift in judgment, shift in heat
sinews from the sky compete
with the mice that skip the scene
feathering their nests with green
dusting off their bare guitars
establishing spaghetti bars
pieces of the temple lie
broken sinews from the sky.
Steve
Take the whole curiosity
however it sends you,
seeded with delight or
fingering llamas for sorrow...
willows blur in the Saturday rain
and Penelope blurs in the distance.
Joaquin dePlanque
Olives are grabbing the woodsman's attention. Hostesses cooked them in cinnamon for a ripe long time. Then they captured llamas and got them to cook some bubbled pancakes for the woodsman. He was familiar with fresh pancakes, but not the bubbled kind. It was a warm message of appetite auditioning.
The Biffster
A warehouse watchman of elusive luxury
kisses my ringlets and captures
my cunning, fragile squalor
in a way no nursery angel ever could.
Jen
Sweet distant branches
mean mileage, yet matter not
on jamboree boats
Jen
The innocent leaf
declares itself jagged
while hiding its brain
from the clouds
Jen