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neth jones Dec 2022
eyes are
quite gelatine
mending bubbly detail
mocking  up  fact   to suit user
/the ears ?  crinkled dishes of pinkened veins
robbing blood to probe the gossip
/digits  bud on the feed
in polyp growth
******
and ****** a
pepper mill from off the
coffee table/tongue  leeches lips
retaining massaged notes from food oils past
/spatting nostrils   puncture the air
punching out breath purling
inhale a stressed
report
Filomena Aug 2022
Irritable bowels.
I'm dressed in only towels.

As my face is scanned,
I have a better hand.

A compliment is hushed.
I guess I'm straight flushed.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 31.
neth jones Jul 2022
i awake from dreams about not eating certain things
and eating certain other things  ....i wake

i dream sub-marine
submariner flossed at sea
dreaming

i lost the race
astronaut untraceable
spaced
pacing out a heartbeat

obscene dreams
by the plunderful
engorging
plentiful

digging like a thirst
carving out a craving
digging like a dog
ever unquenchable
MARK
Zack Ripley Jul 2022
It may seem silly to believe
you can do anything
when someone's always been there
to tell you you can't.
It may seem foolish to believe in yourself
when it doesn't seem like anyone
believes in you.
It may seem cruel to let yourself believe
you can escape
or be more than your insecurities or mistakes. That you are more.
And, while it may seem impossible to save yourself,
while it may seem like it's too late,
stranger things have happened
neth jones Jun 2022
the clown of all creation
      mentors the room
anything goes
      in this 'pie in the face' meeting
somehow
      more productive than usual guff
Daivik Jun 2022
You are entitled to your opinions
And we are entitled to not giving a f..k
I ordered chicken at a restaurant yesterday,instead they gave me duck

I really want to leave this town
On my face i wear a tired frown
Let me tell you the story of the boy who wore gowns
He died

Love is at every corner
Especially if you have money
I love bees,but I hate their honey
The day is rather cloudy ,i hope the night will be sunny
I'm so funny

My imaginary girlfriend
She died in a car crash
Which reminds
I just have no cash
I'm so not funny
But I do want your money

Thank you for wasting your time
I don't care,I'm a hare
I really don't care
Ok
I care
Daivik Apr 2022
So today on news
We have

Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-M­uslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Inflation something something
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Some politician said something political
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hin­du-Muslim
This celebrities dog is a scorpio
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu­-Muslim
"Will the Ukraine war affect Ukraine ?"
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Musl­im
Let's just shout now
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Mus­lim
Inflation something something
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim
Hindu-Muslim

Th­at's all for today
Tune in tomorrow for the same old sh*t
Replace hindu-muslim with left vs right if you are american.
neth jones Apr 2022
that devil Billy Brate got nerve
took me to the green woods all excited
but t'was all for piping like Pan
       just what he was giddy for
             and i a reclined detainee to fawn

hollow reed whittled finger holes
he challenged natures birdsong
      and came up shrill and dry
hollow reed
      and i am boredom fed under duress
(how a girl
      can mock up an impressed
                                       gaze of awe)
it's all exhibit
a picture for his court mates to deride
he can swell his fellas with the media ;
he mistook another girl
           down deep in Foxlease Thicket
Written for a contest. Contest closed early. This would have been the entry. The challenge was to do a poem inspired by an old print of a young guy and girl hanging out in the woodlands. He plays on a pipe whilst she lies there with a neutral expression on her face. The instruction is to channel Silvia Plath. I fell short on that front.
neth jones Mar 2022
now ;                                                                                         
­                                   til the begging of our next death
bragging of our savage past chiming ovations
occupying the company of our hostages
when scavenge is all there truely is
'dealt with' seems a felony
shriney irredeemable
incendiary
trinkets
seeds
to some
quite fertile
and a breeding pulse
taking out our bludgeoning
womb of demoting anger and the elements
and blaze out your heart-pace                                        
in a most volcanic emission                                                         ­ 
                                                               ­              - the ignition
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