20 Jul 15
Originally posted by Great Big Stees'Two threads diverged in an online forum
that should there be
something after this
hope springs eternal
and I posted to the one less travelled by
and that has made all the difference....'
Anecdotal Footnote: Thanks, Robert Frost, for that last public reading of your poetry at the Ford Hall Forum in Boston on a snowy evening early January of the same year President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. Still reminisce over waiting for you to exit by that side street door when you stopped to smile your wry craggy faced smile then waved to my brother and I while your limousine driver stood holding its passenger side rear door open. By the way, we waited until your limo was out of sight before our leisurely drive home.....
20 Jul 15
Originally posted by redbadgerThe chill ascends from feet to knees,
only to be dashed
upon the shores of death
crimson breakers
staining the sand
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.
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20 Jul 15
Originally posted by nimzophyshIt smacks of words
The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.
I've heard before
But can't quite place it
So let it go
Tonight in bed at
the bewitching hour
I may arise to discover the answer.
21 Jul 15
Originally posted by Great Big SteesSome time ago a crazy dream came to me
It smacks of words
I've heard before
But can't quite place it
So let it go
Tonight in bed at
the bewitching hour
I may arise to discover the answer.
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head
21 Jul 15
Originally posted by nimzophyshto which my alter ego replied
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head
no need to dread
you are here instead
21 Jul 15
Originally posted by coquetteI was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
to which my alter ego replied
no need to dread
you are here instead
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
"When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung up.
Originally posted by nimzophyshI hung up on TIME
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
"When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung up.
she was only flirting
now hung up on this rhyme
I will wake up a'hurting
Burma Shave
21 Jul 15
Originally posted by LEURlicorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
Of this
I am sure
there iss
no cure
of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
but the cops would never think to look in
burma shave
22 Jul 15
"One Line Never Ending Poem"
and so that was the morning and evening of the 7th day
after which all the poets gazed at what they had made,
then relaxed together at the high flying Pegasus Lounge;
and in the wee hours reluctantly strolled down the fragrant
well trodden moonlit path back to their seaside chalets....