< silly me >
#1
 

                   < silly me >
                   

                     you turn 
               and speak to me again
                
        (i don't know what to say this time)
                (or any other time)
               
            how can i answer anything at
 
                   ALL when ALL 


                    i see is 
               

                    YOUR FACE
                              

                 i count your eyes                            
                    they're two                              
                 and your one nose
                 and your one mouth
                 and your two lips

                  your lip on top
                      located 
                 quite conveniently
                 above your lip below


                         OH!
            
                       SILLY ME
               
                         to

                         BE

                         so

                        MUCH

                         in

                        LOVE

                        -  -
 
                 

Free Ranging Creative Responses  Encouraged
(especially light, breathless poems about love)


 
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#2
Spot the difference

i. In Love

Brightly polished counter top refracts
bon bon promises
larger than eyes should stuff
into a rumbling belly

but it tastes like pixie dust
going up, up, up
until you’ve forgotten the ground

ii. Love is

the cool kiss of ceramic tiles

the solid porcelain comfort
of knowing
whatever must be purged
will be flushed away with only a trace
of ocean-scented blue

the shh that knows
you shouldn’t have
but doesn’t say it

the crushed grass
that cushioned your fall
It could be worse
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#3
someone has written a poem like it many times before,
which is why I stay away from love poetry,
it is very difficult to find a fresh and relevant metaphor.


Dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#4
(02-03-2012, 11:17 AM)Erthona Wrote:  someone has written a poem like it many times before,
which is why I stay away from love poetry,
it is very difficult to find a fresh and relevant metaphor.

Gosh, if we let that stop us, none of us would write poems
about anything under the sun. And as they say: Fools rush in
where angels fear to tread and nothing makes a fool faster
than love. Besides, it's getting close to Valentine's and,
truth be known, love poems are my very favorite type of poem
so it doesn't matter how many times it's been said. Wait, come
to think of it, by that sort of reasoning no one should bother to
fall in love anymore. Smile

I'm swerving off the light and breathy topic, but if Leanne can
(quite beautiful poem by the way, difference noted, food is always
a relevant metaphor [all those shiny fused-mineral references, on
the other hand, are a bit hard, love upon reflection(s)]),
then I can too:

       < forgotten >

some sort of song is coming out
my next door neighbor's window

and i find myself singing it
not knowing it or anything
just singing it

it mentions you

it mentions you again

and the chorus answers me
as my heart used to
the one i've forgotten
the one i'm embarrassed to talk about
sings along reminding me of you
of how we sang
this song
forgotten
like my heart

         - - -






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#5
YOUR dead FACE


i count your eyes
they're none
and the one hole
where your nose was
once prominent
and your one mouth
and your two curled lips

your cracked lip on top
located
quite conveniently
above your parchment lip below
an aperture to your tobacco
stained tooth
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#6
YOUR dead FACE

i count your eyes
they're none
and the one hole
where your nose was
once prominent
and your one mouth
and your two curled lips

your cracked lip on top
located
quite conveniently
above your parchment lip below
an aperture to your tobacco
stained tooth

butt oh!

silly me

my love it seems
is blind

amidst
the fish
and
yeastiness

your other holes
are fine


fixed



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#7
YOUR dead FACE

i count your eyes
they're none
and the one hole
where your nose was
once prominent
and your one mouth
and your two curled lips

your cracked lip on top
located
quite conveniently
above your parchment lip below
an aperture to your tobacco
stained tooth

butt oh!

silly me

my love it seems
is blind

amidst
your fish
and
yeastiness

your other holes
are fine

fixed


but please
empty the colostomy
bag


refurbished.




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#8
"Wait, come to think of it, by that sort of reasoning no one should bother to
fall in love anymore."

I don't! Smile


""Gosh, if we let that stop us, none of us would write poems
about anything under the sun."

...and though there are a billion trillion plastic bottles on the planet, I guess a few more won't hurt!

But just for you Ray, I'll post something for Violent times day! Smile
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#9

Ray: "Wait, come to think of it, by that sort of reasoning no one should
bother to fall in love anymore."

Dale: I don't! Smile

Ray: I've heard that before. Usually doesn't last long. (But, uh, yes, that's
anecdotal evidence based on my own data which, statistically speaking,
is biased up the kazoo.)
 
 
Ray: "Gosh, if we let that stop us, none of us would write poems
about anything under the sun."

Dale: "...and though there are a billion trillion plastic bottles on the
planet, I guess a few more won't hurt!"
 
Ray: OMG! This needs to be (not really) opened up as a discussion
thread: "Calculating the carbon footprint of poetry."
But, as a guess, the time spent writing the damn things probably
emits lower quantities of greenhouse gases (except for Billy and Mark)
than most other endeavors, plastic bottles included.


Dale: "But just for you Ray, I'll post something for Violent times day!" Smile

Ray: Great! Looking forward to it. And, really, since deviation is encouraged,
you should feel free to be as misanthropic as you desire.




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#10
"feel free to be as misanthropic as you desire. "

It is the only rational attitude to have! I mean, what's there to like?
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#11
(02-04-2012, 07:29 PM)Erthona Wrote:  "feel free to be as misanthropic as you desire. "

It is the only rational attitude to have! I mean, what's there to like?

   donuts



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#12
Light, breathless poems about love go well with good coffee and donuts with the one you love, cheers >Big Grin<
Oh what a wicket web we weave!
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#13
(02-05-2012, 10:10 AM)jiminy Wrote:  Light, breathless poems about love go well with good coffee and donuts with the one you love, cheers >Big Grin<
Dip your darling in your mug
Do it gently
Nice and slow
Now embrace her in a hug
With your mouth
Around her dough


(02-04-2012, 02:46 PM)rayheinrich Wrote:  Ray: OMG! This needs to be (not really) opened up as a discussion
thread: "Calculating the carbon footprint of poetry."

Much scientific analysis has led me to the conclusion that the total carbon footprint of poetry is 7, unless you use an all-graphite pencil.

On Thursdays, applying the almost-weekend coefficient, this decreases to 6.8 less a piece of pizza.
It could be worse
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#14

On achieving this romantic goal
we're left with just the donut hole!
Oh what a wicket web we weave!
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#15


  Dip your darling in your mug
  Do it gently
  Nice and slow
  Now embrace her in a hug
  With your mouth
  Around her dough


Loving, cute, and obscene at the same time. Cool!

Carbon footprint decreases with computer-only poems
(no paper) unless the computer is left on all the time.
(Anyone who does this deserves to die, but not painfully.)


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#16
And if the computer runs on solar power?

Not that I want a computer that runs, it makes it too hard to type.
It could be worse
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#17
(02-06-2012, 07:20 AM)Leanne Wrote:  And if the computer runs on solar power?

Not that I want a computer that runs, it makes it too hard to type.

Solar power would indeed obviate any need for deservation.
(Though it's useless for me, as I tend to write at night.)

Voice dictation software? My wife uses the program "Dragon Dictate".
It works quite well for her. It sounds truly bizarre to anyone else in
the room as she speaks punctuation and editing commands along
with the text.


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#18
Oh, no can do, dragons upset the unicorn.

I couldn't live in a dragon dictatorship.
It could be worse
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#19
(02-07-2012, 05:17 AM)Leanne Wrote:  Oh, no can do, dragons upset the unicorn.

I couldn't live in a dragon dictatorship.

Yes, much prefer the single-minded schmalz of unicorn's to:

Ray's wife Pat says:
"New line, paragraph, capital, Director Oliver Stone's, quotation,
Natural Born Killers, close quotation, deviates from his... "

This can go on for hours.
No, definitely prefer unicorns to monologing dictators.




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#20
"On achieving this romantic goal
we're left with just the donut hole!"

I thought that was the goal! Isn't that why you blow fifty or one hundred and fifty bucks on flowers. That is to say the

Do nut hole

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