The richochet poet cafe (first poem of 2009?)

brilliant garden of thought
a solitary dance to remember
it sings like skin

your cool cocktail play
as we meander to prison
beside this rain
immense life
and sky

teach the moon and sun
of a day like night

let music soothe

lounge through paradise
when wicked matter does live

time shall hear you wait.

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titled, a boy

I think about his voice
so in love
how he must feel
what luck I have


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and then things just started to get too complicated, because I had used all the connecting words I kept needing. So I wound up with things like "dizzy lizard" and "machine motor murmur."

Hey guy and dolls

new URL taken from the poem I just posted.

www.animmenseanatomyofsound.blogspot.com

thought I'd let you know.

peace

Paradise in the ear

Hey kids! tell me what pitchurs this paints in your minds, kay? I wanna know if they match mine, or if they're weird :P peace

I sing of an immense anatomy of sound

Speak

Murmur

Solitary voices

Ecstatic music

Sound meanders through time

The
machine
breaks

Under the sun

A flash

Her hair in the light

Her voice in the air

I swim
in a sea
of words

Paradise in the ear

Attention, Beeyotches.

We all have talents and we all have skills. And since I don't see anyone getting paid or recognized in any way for any of the content of this blog or our personal blogs, that means that nothing here is anyone's "thing". The whole point of writing club was for ALL of us to be able to just write and post whatever the hell we felt like, and maybe get some feedback. THE POINT IS TO WRITE--nobody cares if you are J.D. Fucking Salinger or not. If you guys keep adding these passive aggressive little, "well I'm not as good as _____ " messages, no one's going to want to post anything. So knock it off.

If you like something someone wrote, tell 'em. If you don't, tell 'em as kindly as possible, with some suggestions. If you can't live with this kind of writing community, GTFO. There will be no snowflakes here.

(P.S. This has nothing to do with any of you personally--it's just a rule for the group that I intend to enforce from now on. If you post something with a qualifier like the one above, I'll delete your post.)

Sorry, Kim...

Hair says poetry is your thing, so probably I shouldn't intrude, but I wrote a poem for the first time since... Jeez. Valentine's Day, 2007, and I wanted to share, maybe get some feedback?

going, going, almost gone
i felt myself fading into the throng
how quickly time passes
when you're one of the masses
until i heard your voice and something in me stood still.
a smile on my lips, a sparkle on my eye
the sun, so long covered, is beaming from the sky
though it's the shortest day of the year
something whispers in my ear
a hope that you, my dear one,
could be sitting beside me when the day is done
your smile, your eyes, your infectious laughter
the moment it's over, i crave more ridiculous banter
there's nothing crushing, suffocating, hurting
and every moment together is only reaffirming
that i am for you, and you are for me
when i look in your eyes, it's pure happiness i see
we're silly, silly, love, every little face you make
and with each look, each touch, there's a little more of me you take
but willingly i'll give, let my heart be taken with a smile
just for the chance to hold your hand a while.

-Cass