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you’re the kind of high i like,
the one i can’t get enough of,
you are my favorite flower.

and i’ll watch you lay on a blanket,
and wrap your arms to cuddle me in,
let our emotions ride the waves
feelings all so raw and real.

and i’ll inhale you deeply,
hold it in,
plant the seeds to grow a
garden of you.

your aroma, your scent,
it thickens in my memories,
my lungs tastes of you.

and exhaling all that anxiety,
my mind has turned a switch
and all the noise i once drowned in
are muffled whispers going into silence.

and i smile by the way
i’m addicted to you that
all i want is more of you,
i don’t want just the bouquet
but the paradise garden that is you.
on the spot writing so might tweak in the future but you get me as high as a kite
Ken Pepiton Aug 22
It is true one mind sees bloodsport in the heavens
and cringes in dread of feeling
kindly, like if that were me, what would I do but die?

nada, right, pass on

thank y'mam, feeling kinda woozy, ever after
seeing
2020 on TV…

Google the violence, ohshitnoknowknow we all know
enough evil to know it don't work like on TV, ever
after one burn, you know, fire works, every time,
to destroy at the touch

thunder, such a holy sound in the desert summer moment
on earth, around the middle,
not too cold in the winter
makes too hot to work in the summer, just
fine.

That's right. Life is like that, if you live in the right state of mind.

Back to the Future, once more, it is
always on or in the library,
ask libby, who in the whole world
before

my generation… we who did not get
stuck wishing we would die
before we got old…
who among us now is we the people minded?
Post war knower bubblers expand
until we pop like matured
pods of what people can be if we live this long.

Trouble your own house, inherit the wind,
as part of the meek inheritance agreement accepted
with the weather.

Earthlings all, hear ye, severe storms are part of the deal.
Free ticts to ever after on Bucky Fuller's spaceship,
Sagan's pale blue dot,
live to tell

we learned no lie may be belived and be survived.

We first saw earth from the moon.
More boomers blew minds beyond their
own imaginings, back then,
listen in radioman's
morphic broadcasts
from Khai Vinh,
the fishnet factory,
legendary - now ifier loosed for the attention paid

do you hear what I hear?
did we know the meaning in happy Sisyphus,
or did we find it known and tag along?
Like a rolling stone.
I heared once the Rock thunders as it rolls past the apex of a cosmic journey
don’t work no more.

need some kind of distraction.

**** it, might as well try writing

bad poetry.
They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake them up. Song lyrics of trolls, witches, wizards, mysterious deep lakes, twilight skies and moody moons. After their set they gave out a number of free music discs to spread their awe-inspiring music.
Bullet Jul 4
Anytime I start looking up
Is usually when things start rolling down
Maria Mitea Jun 29
I hope someday
I can tell
I am falling in love
while dancing
with you
babe
rock and roll
cause
where I come from
we don't dance
rock and roll,
and it has been about time
to hold hands in
Sokolnikov choir
and dance rock and roll
me and you on a wire.

I don't know how to look
when I see you everywhere,
and the priest is there,
I lose my words and
every move starts speaking
for itself and our hearts
dance rock and roll

I hope someday
I can tell
I am falling in love babe
while dancing
rock and roll
cause
where I come from
we don't dance
rock and roll,
and it's about
dance time.

I am falling in love
with you, babe
with no intention
and no plans
you made me realize
what my soul wants
is not in books, and skies
it only is in our hearts.

Oh, babe today
I am singing again
in Sokolnikov choir
"Ave Maria"
and all I dream about
is holding hands
in rock n'roll mania.
...
Rock N’Roll , BLT challenge
Strying Jun 5
Tears,
Roll.
Eyes,
Roll.
Egg,
Roll?

I fall.
Sad
Poetic T Apr 10
Life at this moment you cant be bullshitting
me. There isn't an April fools that's getting
even close to what we find ourselves hitting
any where near to this.  it's so unfitting.

But no matter the **** hitting the fan,  I haven't got
any bog roll. I can only poo outside before I'm caught.
But leaves are natures wipes and I'm dammed if aught
I'll sleep with skids on my sheets, but if I do I'll just smile.

But underneath I gag as the sweet corn is natures reminder
to wipe before, as they feel like coffee not  put through the grinder.
I feel like crap my legs woefully tanned, not because of the sun,
crap skidding my legs,  as if you lift the sheets its a gross viewfinder.
Bhill Nov 2019
We were expecting so much more
The weather report said it would just pour
The clouds came in and it started to roar
The winds followed next and left it's own score
The thunder made due as it rolled out its snore
The storm was here and it wanted much more

It wasn't as bad as the weather report
The storm sort of fizzled and ran a bit short
It laid down some snow with a hint of haze
It could have been worse as the report displayed
The scare was gone as the storm blew out
Back to clear weather without any doubt...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 298
A scary storm report gone wrong..
Erian Rose Nov 2019
Somewhere across the stars,
Racing in the night,
I saw your face as it beamed back at me,
Rolling upon the hills so high.
We'll take flight someday,
As we soar through the fields of butterflies,
A song dancing in the night,
While watching the stardust in your eyes.
Something about the way you smile,
When the mountains tumble by your window.
It's you and me forever
This frosty midnight.
PUBLISHED POEM
Will be published in late June by the Live Poets Society of NJ
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