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Astrid Love Oct 2020
Pay attention to the fascination,
The fascination is the most endless trance of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fascination,
Gently it goes - the sempiternal, the perpetual, the long.

I saw the youthful emotionalism of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the passion.
Now vernal is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the passion is immature.

One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the concept smaller?"
Are you upset by how grownup it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the conception so older?

Just like an imaginative expression, is the imagination.
Does the imagination make you shiver?
does it?
Timmy Shanti Oct 2020
i'm thirty six now
thrice a rat
and i must say
it ain't that bad

you'd think i'd shed a tear
or two
but after all
the sky's still blue
the sun still shines
the rain still falls
my fam would even take my calls

i'm frens with cats
i'm frens with dogs
some people too
a couple hogs

i walk and saunter
skip and hop
taking my time
around the block

i'm looking back
and all i see:
those things i did
were meant to be

i'm looking forth
and realise:
you can't prepare
for each surprise
that life may throw
at you or yours
you can't predict
as to which doors
will blow wide open
unexpected
and which will ever
be protected

no key, no lock
how to get past?
to secrets guarded
fierce and fast...

another thirty six to live?
so full of joy, and toil, and grief...
or, one day, have just what it takes
to boldly go and up the stakes?..

mid-summer autumn
rat three times
feels good as hell!
unshod and blithe...
a moment of self-reflection for birthday boi timz! :)
15-10-20
Andy Chunn Oct 2020
Tickle sweet
Will you
No
Why
Don’t
But
Please
Well
Sorry
Yea
Do you
Yea
Me too
Let’s get a burger
Park Warne Oct 2020
I woke up happy and I'm not sure why
The rain is falling from a sunny sky

It lands in puddles on the kitchen floor
Through a brand-new hole in the roof I’m sure
The dog is hungry and the cats want more.

My organic farming had a business plan
With pretty labels on my candied yams

The crops have failed, and the well is dry
I’m having a drink while the chickens die

The truck is broke and the car won't start
The barn is leaning, I can't sell my art

The sows are rooting in the last few plants
What’s left of my garden hasn’t got a chance

I should be grumpy with all this bad luck

With my soggy kitchen and my garden muck
But I'm still giddy in my ***** clothes
With my last tomato tween my piggy toes

I got running water in the kitchen now
Every time it rains it'll wash the sow
And clean the dust off my broken car
I got no fruit to put in cans or jars
I'm just plain happy and sleeping underneath the stars.
Sydney Oct 2020
We went to the beach

Not a figure of speech

There is lots of beech


Pale peach sand

Oh so very grand

Not too bland


It was very hot

The tiny rocks a dot

And people cooked things in a ***


Swim in the sea

Swimming freely

And we talked about… bees?


Today we had fun

Under the sun

But now the day is done.
Oh, how I could have a day at the beach.


Sydney ©2020
coulorfulSmoke Oct 2020
You're sitting in the room alone, comfortable in yourself.
That's when someone else walks in,
and now you're someone else.
Add on to it with a few lines of your own. Let's see where it goes.
Rob-bigfoot Oct 2020
Red is the mist that too often descends,
Beige alas the colour of my teeth,
Tan, sadly I only ever burn,
Orange my fake perma-tan

Black my mood on a Monday morning,
White are the lies when I ring in sick!
Blue are the films I secretly watch,
Cerise, not a clue but sounds lovely!

Purple my boozers nose,
Scarlet somebody, from Gone with the Wind I think,
Violet missing an ‘n’,
Cream strictly rationed because of my diabetes!

Green my perpetual envy,
Tangerine, something else to hate at Christmas,
Burgundy, sorry ******* at geography,
Lilac, far too trendy for me!

Azure are the skies I miss from childhood,
Sapphire so very precious!
Cerulean, now I am being a smart-***!
Yellow the starting gun for me to run away

Indigo, when my snooker potting is on fire!
Pink, the ball I always miss,
Navy, something the Swiss don’t have,
Chocolate, something the Swiss do have

Brown the awful jumpers Mum used to knit,
Russet, used to be a tiny English County?
Emerald, a lovely girl I once dated,
Aquamarine such a delicate sea-sick tint

Puce, or do I mean puke, something I do after a skinful
Maroon rhymes with macaroon!
Crimson, I guilty blush when I pass wind!
Grey (never gray!), my hated school uniform

Ruby, any glass of port in a storm!
Auburn, I really love her films!
Lime, lovely with gin & tonic, especially in Vienna Harry! **, **!
Turquoise bruises, no stranger to these after a few too many

© Robert Porteus
A bit of throwaway fun!  I started writing a poem called This Restless Unquiet Love but gone bogged down.
Dereaux Sep 2020
Go out and play Son!
That won't work anymore, Dad
the battery's  empty.
Anais Vionet Sep 2020
A party scene, in
Senryus - from last March, when a
party could happen.

He looked at me
like a treat. “You,” he said,
are looking hot girl!"

“I’m only hot in
in the dazzling reflection
of your lust,” I said.

“Then you’re on
FIRE,” he said as he put
his hands on my hips.

“Your girlfriend’s looking,”
I said, - she and I nodded.
His hands retracted.

He brushed his hair
back over his ears, "some
other time.” he said.

“He was set to Jump
you,” My friend Kim teased, "No,
not really.” I shrugged.

"You disappointed?"
I snorted "yeah right,
His GF was watching."

"OH!," Kim realized,
"You were posing!! You're
STILL a ****** - I KNOW!!”

SHUT UP!!” I laughed,
putting a hand to her lips,
“That’s secret info!”

“Sophomores are
ALWAYS virgins.” Kim said, “Not
Lisa, of course."

We turned, smiled,
and waved at Lisa - she
was dating three guys.

Kim says, “She could give
us both one.” "Leftovers," I
said, “should mean pizza.”
remember PARTIES?? *sigh*
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