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  2. badger11

    The Knot Garden

    revised No wifely tears to wash away deceit. No court gossip to fret. This counterfeit is safe inside his formal garden. No regrets. Design will purpose him to please, a clipped hedge will sow the cold with thyme. It was a scented night his wife fell down the stairs. He is bold. He plays with royal pearls, unlaces conceit beneath the perfumed bliss; despite that whiff of shame, she shivers - a Queen must have her burning kiss. original No wifely tears to wash away deceit. No gossip breeze to fret. This counterfeit is safe today inside his garden. No regrets. Symmetry will suck from clouds the light, a clipped hedge will sow the cold with thyme. It was a scented night his wife fell down the stairs. He is bold. He plays with royal pearls, withers conceit beneath the bloom of his bliss; despite that whiff of shame, she shivers - a Queen must have her burning kiss.
  3. eclipse

    Sitting Under My Flowering Pear

    a sensual feast
  4. Busking stars summon rose shaped winds in the dark, pages of history float on to thorns. Soil ready for birth-wind blows into flowers, town answers call ready to announce it's worth. The moon masquerades as a rose spraying the scent of Tyler over the earth-the moon's Queen. Dreaming thorns anticipate the night's scheming yawn, feathered darkness flutters away. Clouds above a festival are like coins falling in slow motion to the waters of a wishing well. Tourists surrender to the smell of festival flowers, ladies in costume gather in this carnival which is like a flower left on a river by a man to travel to his lover.
  5. David W. Parsley

    Sitting Under My Flowering Pear

    Tink, this is one of your most sensuous works. Vivid imagery, a fine tactile sense of the balm. Nice! - David
  6. David W. Parsley

    Space

    Barry, anything titled Space is going to get my attention. I have been reserving this one for a time when I could best savor it, but now find that I was perhaps not so prepared after all. I will return and comment again. There is at least one symbolic thread that I find strangely compelling, that of unnervingly foreign forces at work in the winepresses of each individuated celestial body and of the universe itself, a devastating thud and scree of eternity. It appeals to what is alien and alienating about experiencing separation from the familiar Earth to begin a personal journey into that vast emptiness. Who dares call those distances unimaginable when a poet can touch, as here, the hem of their inscrutability? - David
  7. Last week
  8. broken red flower pot more kitty mischief ~~jvg books on a shelf lifeless until read ~~jvg aroma of coffee brewing morning's silent alarm ~~jvg
  9. badger11

    Drawing

    Thanks Tony. If I progress beyond the 'fun' stage, then I will take up your offerπŸ˜€
  10. badger11

    The Motions

    Agree with Tink. A compelling write. Excellent work J.
  11. tonyv

    Drawing

    Well Phil, I could watch this video, but how about some pics of your artwork right here in this topic? Or in the Gallery? Let me know if you need a Gallery album. πŸ˜€
  12. badger11

    Drawing

    I've been practising my drawing recently. This youtube guide was fun to try:
  13. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    Your assignment: Think about some emotion you experienced recently. Write about that emotion from the perspective of some inanimate object. AnticipationThe well-worn teapot,spiffed up for the occasion,began to hum then shimmy with gleeas the time drew near.The vibration came from deep inside,it bubbled upuntil she thought she might explode, rocking out at full boil,whistling her top off.Her guest had arrived. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  14. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    Write a Tanka Change On the Horizon She's labeled "lazy", her habits mimic the sloth, gorging on goodwill, sapping the snap from others. Today new conventions dawn. ~~Judi Van Gorder
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  16. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    Write a Trilonette Dancing with Roses I have red rosebuds on the brain. I sit and write while roses dance around in my imagination. Looking through the window pane of joy, they sway as in a trance, drawing me to meditation There's many flowers I could feign in colors, that engage, enhance allure and elevate their station. But everybody knows the reign- ing bloom for bliss and true romance, the scarlet rose, is love's creation. A symbol for all hope and passion, the red-red rose performs in fashion. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  17. badger11

    27 Years After the Breakup

    That is because you need cold and wet Yorkshire weather...alternatively read a Bronte novel πŸ˜€
  18. dcmarti1

    27 Years After the Breakup

    Thank you, as always. Best to you, too. (PS My attempt at yorkshire puddings failed spectacularly.)
  19. Tinker

    The Motions

    Hi Juris, This is a compelling piece and it has pulled me back to read over and over. The repetition of words was very effective in cementing the movement of the poem in my mind. i really enjoyed reading this. ~~Judi
  20. Tinker

    A Haunting

    Haha Juris, Yep haunting comes in all sizes, colors and circumstances. Thanks for noting the connection. ~~Judi
  21. Tinker

    A Haunting

    Thank Tony, I know it was just a movie but it dramatized a real life horror that has played out in so many parts of the world. The power of art that heightens our awareness not just of the beauty that surrounds us but also injustice and evil. ~~Judi.
  22. badger11

    27 Years After the Breakup

    Not for me. Very much like the poem. best Phil
  23. dcmarti1

    27 Years After the Breakup

    Thanks, Doctor. As always.
  24. dcmarti1

    27 Years After the Breakup

    I am always glad when my Estonian role model likes something. :) Thanks, as always, for reading.
  25. dcmarti1

    27 Years After the Breakup

    NO need to worry about me, but my inspiration was this: https://genius.com/Langston-hughes-suicides-note-annotated The title says more than the poem. (I think.) Thanks.
  26. badger11

    An Abundance of Courgette

    Thanks Tony. I have restored the original ending. cheers Phil
  27. dr_con

    A Haunting

    So, my response has little to do with this well constructed poem, rather the 'Coincidence' it caused -- I was working on a piece about writing someone else, that old trope, and stopped to write a poem --- Uncompleted, whose title 'A Haunting' was reflected back at me at 3am when I couldn't sleep... Ahh yes the loops and loops we participate in;-) TY Tinker for making me take notice! Enjoyed the piece, exactly what I was going for, except more personal, more ex-wifey;-)
  28. dr_con

    My Buddha Drinks Whiskey

    TY all got chewed out (sort of) by my Zen Teacher when I shared but as a work of pure non-dharmic fiction I stand by it and it still makes me smile. Thanks all for your kind and insightful words. J
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