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April Moo's
Out in the fields
I saw them slip
then try to trip and stumble on,
before these mornings make the day
they'll feel the wipe
of fresh laid hay.
Yet now content on unsure legs
that buckle under weighted heads,
that nod and dance a ponies prance,
these minstrels from the gallery.
I pull the line and punch the time
to face another paid up play,
on this my first of April moo's
on this my first of all fools day.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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Everyone's doing so well...and here I am trying to catch up. Oh well!
Harlequin
You, Melinda,
have always seen life as you want to.
Green persimmons,
toilet seat battles,
and years of premature ejaculation--
I know I've been let down so many times before.
Each days' heat swallows you whole
and your skin begs for touch.
Got to him, if you must.
Just don't pretend I don't know.
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(04-05-2015, 03:07 AM)bena Wrote: Everyone's doing so well...and here I am trying to catch up. Oh well!
Harlequin
You, Melinda,
have always seen life as you want to.
Green persimmons,
toilet seat battles,
and years of premature ejaculation--
I know I've been let down so many times before.
Each days' heat swallows you whole
and your skin begs for touch.
Got to him, if you must.
Just don't pretend I don't know.
Cunning little poem you've got here (i.e. I liked it.)
Should the 'got' be a 'go' or am I not reading enough levels down to get the real meaning?
P.S. While "
a stitch in time saves nine ", those nine stitches (especially the ones
near the end) are better ones as "
practice makes perfect ".
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
Mummy
I know what I believe I think. I hope
the thoughts I think are mine, that these beliefs are true.
But, when I slip and tumble down a slope
all my thoughts twist and turn so black and blue
that I wonder: ''Are these thoughts really mine?''
If not, this fool wonders who's thoughts are they?
The voice inside my head that spoke this time
so unexpectedly had lots to say.
My secret voice is strong and commanding.
It sounds quite like my poor mother in tone,
but this defies logic's understanding
because it's years since she's been dead and gone.
I am afraid she's living in my head!
Her ghost haunts me. Mummy's not really dead!
just mercedes
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(04-05-2015, 03:07 AM)bena Wrote: Everyone's doing so well...and here I am trying to catch up. Oh well!
Harlequin
You, Melinda,
have always seen life as you want to.
Green persimmons,
toilet seat battles,
and years of premature ejaculation--
I know I've been let down so many times before.
Each days' heat swallows you whole
and your skin begs for touch.
Got to him, if you must.
Just don't pretend I don't know.
Powerful poem.
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05-06-2015, 12:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-06-2015, 12:40 AM by Todd.)
It's a lot of fun to go back through these. Everyone contributed so well this month. Here were the ones that stood out most to me.
Mercedes dragonfly poem might be the most intimidating way to start a NaPM I can remember. That one was one of my favorites of the entire month. The drogonfly/narcissus conceit was really wonderful.
Billy's made me laugh the most, especially with the lines: the pony too, what can i say/
i fed it rotten apples; neigh! Funny and irreverent. He even did the e.e. cummings lowercase i's that I hate.
Milo's fable actually read like a fable. I loved the content in that one.
Paul's frentic cadence was also fun to read.
There were moments I liked in a lot of others "throwing tomatoes at the page, toilet seat battles, and years of premature ejacuation, story's of pranks, "redemption", and good imagery. But those were the ones I liked from this day.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
