Weekly Theme Poetry Thread

[maxini]

Hey I really liked that poem.. but, correct me if I’m wrong, I don’t think bumblebees lose their sting and die if they use it, unlike honey bees?

[Rich]

I think you are correct, but even honey bee’s bumble

[fata morgana]

Bumblebees squeeze
Past the trees
Slip with eaze
Buzz
buzz
buzz
zing

[Rich]

Guinness

[fata morgana]

Need an iron pint
after this week-end
pling=plong
absorb, ingest
‘eard, ‘eard, ‘eard
laugh meet
play, steal, stone, wind
extremist John Coltrane
Riding Ginger Baker
Albert Ayler, Keiji Heino
Contentporary classical
AnarchistNoizeJazzHappyHour
Minimalist disc
dissonant chordial
breakfast
bad weather
mixed in with
many artists
coldmining the temporal lobe
in extremis

[crazycloud]

all right lets cash in on the
poor mans beer now and
raise the rent a little
youd think we’d have
invented a cheaper better
pint here in the hinterlands
5 dollars a pint!
irish crack!
that toucan is one rich birdie
ill say that much!!

[Rich]

New Orleans

[Annastefka]

In a New Orleans store front window
after midnight
I once by chance
walked up upon a woman
sitting naked
on a small wooden chair.
She had a long strand of pearls
between her legs
and with one hand behind her back
and the other in front
she pulled the pearls back and forth
across her yoni
moaning pleasure
I stood mesmerized
by her audacity
looking up to find
I was surrounded
by men.

As a sidenote this was before the internet and porn everywhere, I was 20 and had NEVER seen anything like that. Shortly after I moved to New York City where I saw plenty of strange things. I did have a Greek landlord who asked me if I would like to come to his apartment sometime and watch porn with him, I declined.

[crazycloud]

new orleans
is a mighty find place
for a lazy

[Rich]

Wednesday In New Orleans I’ll be
Sipping Whisky from a pint glass
In a run down hotel
Ghosts of Pirates
and Shades of Whores
Surround my being
Trying to take all
Succeding for a week
I’ll Come home a Scaliwag

[Robert]

In a gloomy cellar in New Orleans
the ghost of Nostradamus is reinventing long lost dreams.
Styrofoam is new to him
the feel is strangely amusing.
The taste is not enough to refuse him.
Looking up at the poster of the Pirelli Girl of march ’85
he whispers
tonight baby, we’ll come alive.
We’ll dance with the jedis nightly
and if I loose myself just slightly
it’s only because the movement of your hips
are oh so mighty
tempting.
Elusive formulas
for seclusive purposes
are being laid down,
tested back and forth,
poured up,
emptied from the remains of the styrofoam cup.
Mistress Pirelli
tonight is for us
ghosts who come alive and combust.

[crazycloud]

new week
new theme

PEACHES !!!!

(the fruit not the lesbian prefomrance artist)

[likeaghost]

i don’t eat peaches,
not won’t just don’t
know why? just cuz
cause, should paws
press, guess eye
wood whenever
seems never.

[likeaghost]

topic today taco week if peek.

Taco bell gave me hell;
a day only i worked
without glory or even a story
said i’m dead bye buy eye
try true love mexican food
forever forgetting hot sauce
too spicy facts dicy margarita
maddness dollar soon hollar
help i’ve fallin in love with
cinco de mayo this no lie oh.

[crazycloud]

the best kind of
peaches come in
a can ,
cause you can
eat them
in a far off foriegn
land
mmmmmm

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