Poetry Round Robin
#1
Poetry birds are required for this nest.

just chirp away


Billy bird the babe you are
Sweet robin flaunts a reddened vest
You waft and warp inside a dream
Where fabric comes in many guises
Downy soft in super sizes
Wings outflung to task the skies
Where frightful predators never rest
time little man to jump the nest.

jump there the Leanne kite compels
and quality simmers in quantities spell
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#2
In spell, in smell, in daffodil
or feeding some satanic mill
a kite knows wings not held by strings
to warp on any wind it will
It could be worse
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#3
Hmm I like that one!



Moon, sea beyond there wildly blows
His sand filled willie of the wisp.
Where nightingales all flick their tails
too titillate a babes small toes

She rises kites and doves of peace
she rises wind of wills that stirs.
To places where his wild belief
takes robin red in foxy furs.

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Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#4
Instigated by something Billy said to me earlier. now I can go to bed



When thinking of an X

I ponder now on how we were,
your calm, my haste in letting go
to set you free that you might taste
my restlessness, your un ran chase.
You settled on the one who strayed
She conquered you in unchaste ways
I stood, I watched, then turned away
why loiter where you bit her lure
Full knowing that you were unsure
I turned-- yes walked away.

I struggle hard to see your face,
the one you had that didn’t fit
I taste the saltiness of lips
that kissed and held
with youths embrace I wonder now
what of might have been, if I had stayed
and sent her merrily on her way
but that is not my way

what might have come of it, who knows?
in this new game of let’s suppose ,
the day I took away your choice.
before you knew you were her pray.
I left, I moved away

But not before I found the one
Who had the legs to run.
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#5
Remaining chaste is such a waste Wink

The chaste, in haste to end the waste
will frantically become unlaced
in places viewed with some distaste,
emerge dishevelled and disgraced,
with pride and underpants misplaced.
It could be worse
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#6
(08-20-2012, 05:48 AM)Leanne Wrote:  Remaining chaste is such a waste Wink

The chaste, in haste to end the waste
will frantically become unlaced
in places viewed with some distaste,
emerge dishevelled and disgraced,
with pride and underpants misplaced.


you are a riot lol now if that dont fire up billy,, nothing will
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#7
The answer to how long I can remain completely serious? One and a half poems Big Grin

Someone else's turn now.
It could be worse
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#8
I wrote a nest of eggs today
and smashed them one by fuckin one
on rocks of misconceived ideas.
They lay there, scrambled in the sun
over easy, over done, like love;
infertile smears of pain hardened
on a granite ground
do you love me?
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#9
little bird!!


I think I found one that you missed
It was lying in the sand I picked it
gave it a rub, while I held it in my hand.
Its mottled brown and kinda round
I really was surprised.
There are no chickenins living here
just chicken treat panfried.

But this one I placed it back.
Its mound will keep it warm.
I'm wondering how it got to here!
And if a snake gets born
Mind you! It could be a goanna
I’ve seen their kind before
leaving notes like grand piannas,
just like you did before ..

this is a true story I found an egg just like a chicken egg in the garden yesterday! no idea where it came from!! Creamy white with baby poop stains on it.
Could be a snake! could be yours. one never knows do's one!
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#10
(08-20-2012, 03:27 PM)billy Wrote:  on a granite ground
do you love me?


HEHEHE


If I could love you less Love, would you know it?
The weight of the entire world is how it seems
A burden that you set for me to carry, knowing
Love in all its shapes goes to extremes.
In dreams I hold you gently as I sooth you
Your resting head content upon my breast
You sleep un-sensitized to all about us
Content that love is nearby, none the less

You ask of me the question do I love you
The kind of love with needs to be addressed
Love that grows from somewhere deep inside us
the kind of love that burns within our flesh

I loved you in the style and mode of mourning
I loved you on the day that you were born
I love you yet again now that you ask me
Now shout up tooting on your bloody horn!


kids!!
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#11
(08-20-2012, 10:54 PM)Bronte Wrote:  
(08-20-2012, 03:27 PM)billy Wrote:  on a granite ground
do you love me?


HEHEHE


If I could love you less Love, would you know it?
The weight of the entire world is how it seems
A burden that you set for me to carry, knowing
Love in all its shapes goes to extremes.
In dreams I hold you gently as I sooth you
Your resting head content upon my breast
You sleep un-sensitized to all about us
Content that love is nearby, none the less

You ask of me the question do I love you
The kind of love with needs to be addressed
Love that grows from somewhere deep inside us
the kind of love that burns within our flesh

I loved you in the style and mode of mourning
I loved you on the day that you were born
I love you yet again now that you ask me
Now shout up tooting on your bloody horn!


kids!!



I have to say to myself I enjoyed seeing this one emerge on the screen.. it was a hoot. and might be salvageable in another incarnation
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#12
i shall return Wink
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#13
(08-21-2012, 12:00 PM)Bronte Wrote:  
(08-20-2012, 10:54 PM)Bronte Wrote:  
(08-20-2012, 03:27 PM)billy Wrote:  on a granite ground
do you love me?


HEHEHE


If I could love you less Love, would you know it?
The weight of the entire world is how it seems
A burden that you set for me to carry, knowing
Love in all its shapes goes to extremes.
In dreams I hold you gently as I sooth you
Your resting head content upon my breast
You sleep un-sensitized to all about us
Content that love is nearby, none the less

You ask of me the question do I love you
The kind of love with needs to be addressed
Love that grows from somewhere deep inside us
the kind of love that burns within our flesh

I loved you in the style and mode of mourning
I loved you on the day that you were born
I love you yet again now that you ask me
Now shout up tooting on your bloody horn!


kids!!



I have to say to myself I enjoyed seeing this one emerge on the screen.. it was a hoot. and might be salvageable in another incarnation
If you could, could you love me? Could you
love me for something more?
Squeeze me till the juice drips, drip
drop me, not like you always do, but gentle.
lower me like an ebb, and flow your grains
beneath my washed-up ragamuffin pride
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#14
i told you didn't i, a poem from me and the thread pops its cloggs. Smile
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#15
(08-22-2012, 05:49 PM)billy Wrote:  i told you didn't i, a poem from me and the thread pops its cloggs. Smile


I've been busy and too many pots on the boil. but I will get you you little birdie!
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#16
Wink
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#17
Ok this is what I was able to steal from the wordsyou wrote that jumped out an me and the imagery I took as my own.. I told you steal from life .. it is all there for the taking

Such beauty in this reckless world

Lilly gentle would I gather thee
and tenderly beneath
the robber tree of fleeing light
was there you were cut free
white pride was gathered in a cup
you drank, and quenched a thirst
while the alabaster moon performed
was then your heart was torn.
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#18
Oh my Emily, it was you who ripped
a jagged beat from my brick of a heart.
It no longer swings dead within my cage;
but rocks excessive to your ruby reds
that follow who knows what road of magic.
I am the lily no more, but the vine
supporting with tendrils, the moon you see
hanging blue.
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#19
Oh yes, your balls are up in the air at last, no time tonight to respond but as soon as I have some free time I will get you you babe! of yes I will

wont have time tomorrow! so I played tonight, again I stole your words..

Big Grin fanks!b buddy


Ticker-tee -tacker-tee ick-ertee- scratch-ertee
the passage to night descends.
out of the cave and fresh from the grave
creep the ruby eyes brigade.

Tendrils of who knows
all vie for the there goes
that follows the last magic road

Jock Cockerel stands snoring
supporting dead boring
when the blue moon begins a descent.

By the middle of teatime
Respectable sunshine
Got huffy and sank in the west
While over the border in perfect disorder
Ticker-tee-tacker-tee
with icke-teree scratch-ertee
and all of the dead swings and what out of -cage brings
packed up all their books and --- all went
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte

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#20
How you tease and tangle
me in a web of illicit cooing
froing, and toing the fantastic.
Trip across and skip my heartbeat
a tango of moves to groove you;
play a while, stay and slay the clay
man me up buttercup and see the display.
bangers, rockets on fire, the works.
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