Well, Hello, Gorgeous by Very Most Good
In West Texas, you think of a song and you buy it
No not because there might be some rattler at your boot a moment later
There isn't some fear you're gonna die in the desert
I could put it down that way
Make a good read
West Texas desert voice
All boots and belts and hand-worked wooden handiwork
They made a shed that's shaped like a star ship because they could
This town is full of because they could -- that's why you should visit
I could say something about never going home, but I got this girl back east, you see
All kinds of reasons
But heads up, maybe a month?
There'd be a lot of sitting
Mixed in with some walking
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Except for this right here, I'm making it all mine
No not because there might be some rattler at your boot a moment later
There isn't some fear you're gonna die in the desert
I could put it down that way
Make a good read
West Texas desert voice
All boots and belts and hand-worked wooden handiwork
They made a shed that's shaped like a star ship because they could
This town is full of because they could -- that's why you should visit
I could say something about never going home, but I got this girl back east, you see
All kinds of reasons
But heads up, maybe a month?
There'd be a lot of sitting
Mixed in with some walking
+++
Except for this right here, I'm making it all mine
Yeah, Trees by Ada Limon’s
All the stars. All the ugh
of looking up, can't we just
say, "Wow!" with our mouth,
say, "Awe!" and point
to something moving
in the sky like trash
along the mile-markers.
I want to kiss everything.
Apparently that's uncouth.
I'm the after of aftermath
and the match going out.
Oh how all you people
want me to believe in
trees, but all I have ever
believed in was trees.
I say, "Trees!" and,
"Green sweet thing,"
I swear I will focus,
I swear I will try to understand,
about trees and the things
you say about them.
But what I want more,
is only to bow down,
(knees under trees)
and not think of nothing.
All the stars. All the ugh
of looking up, can't we just
say, "Wow!" with our mouth,
say, "Awe!" and point
to something moving
in the sky like trash
along the mile-markers.
I want to kiss everything.
Apparently that's uncouth.
I'm the after of aftermath
and the match going out.
Oh how all you people
want me to believe in
trees, but all I have ever
believed in was trees.
I say, "Trees!" and,
"Green sweet thing,"
I swear I will focus,
I swear I will try to understand,
about trees and the things
you say about them.
But what I want more,
is only to bow down,
(knees under trees)
and not think of nothing.
Remarkable Thoughts by Bloof Books
You
woke with a line in your head.
You
tripped on a root. You lost the path
then
found it again. Stories tend to go
like
this, from simple fact to hairy conflict
and
back, through thickets of evergreen description.
You
wore a cape, inexplicably in the warm evening.
The
woods were scented of cinnamon, pine,
and
something starchy-sweet like pumpkin.
You
didn’t know where the trail led.
You
didn’t really want to follow it.
You
found a book on a rock and sat to enjoy it.
You
forgot about everything else but the story--
thorny,
as dark as pitch, pulsed with the shrill mewling
of
the mammal snared in the loops of your chest.
oh yes you do
for Minnie & Seymour by Comment as Constant
if I can't speak of human love
without wincing
how will I begin to say about
my inhuman loves
what they do
how they love a human
without wince
surely their reason is above
my reason their love
conquers, enfeebling my love
their tempers for change
& unconcern humiliate
my grounding need
of affirming words, looks
I think fond words while mimicking
their little voices as if to say
you can hear my desperate
thoughts please say
that you can
my hole my kept
self mimics their self-kept
whole if I can't speak it
& they go on speaking it
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14 comments:
welcome to JP at Olive Garden,
best Wishes on your writing.
good evening,
hope all is well.
Happy Poetry Picnic!
wow, amazing one.
Thanks as always for hosting this and for a lovely prompt! Here's my Limerick Quest. And here's an old twitter-related limerick:
Twitter Jitters
By Madeleine Begun Kane
I really don’t mean to sound bitter,
But it’s hard to fit humor on Twitter.
Posting tweets so damn short
Is a challenging sport,
Cuz there’s no time for laughs — just a titter.
Twitter Jitters
Can't find the inline to add my piece. I'm delighted to be back here after a long absence. Here's mine:
http://lordemmanuel.wordpress.com/2012/04/22/a-dreamers-tale/
Keeping waaaaaaaay off topic here, but this is what my mind's been doing lately! Thank you, as always, for the opportunity you provide and have a lovely picnic everyone!
thanks for allowing me to submit!! i sub'd the jediSwift link because i dont have a twitter account (im a google+ man)
Gonna submit something else besides the theme, thanks.
Happy Poetry Picnic.
awesome entries so far.
way to go.
have fun.
new here,
Happy Saturday.
a cool prompt.
keep it up.
Thanks for submitting, folks.
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