#w
have it on good authority
Tommy-boy,
that the the Joni song.
"I could drink a case of you,"
was possibly written for you!
Entirely likely,
Since reality
Is on course, of course,
when one starts down the course
of drinking your word wine,
the hors d'oeuvres
to your poems,
the real 'beat' of you,
who lives in that world,
resurrecting their spirit,
He, The Case,
even kinda looks like
Ginsburg, Allen,^^
the angel incarnate,
(for whom we poets recite the Kaddish),
and should you happen be
doing justice
in the vicinity of,
a bookstore
in his town ("Bass Capital of the West")
you might just hear 'im,
expounding line by line,
his compositions,
hawking his hawks,
selling his talents for free~
dom
how will you recognize him?
by his creative spark,
hidden beneath that hearted head
where his heart resides
and.where he hides
that giant
W
that is his work's diminutive,^^^
as in
wunnerful.
amen
nml
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
have it on good authority
Tommy-boy,
that the the Joni song.
"I could drink a case of you,"
was possibly written for you!
Entirely likely,
Since reality
Is on course, of course,
when one starts down the course
of drinking your word wine,
the hors d'oeuvres
to your poems,
the real 'beat' of you,
who lives in that world,
resurrecting their spirit,
He, The Case, kinda looks like
Ginsburg, Allen, ^^
^the angel incarnate,
(for whom we poets recite the Kaddish),
and should you happen be
doing justice
in the vicinity of,
a bookstore
in his town ("Bass Capital of the West")
you might just hear 'im,
expounding line by line,
his compositions,
hawking his hawks,
selling his talents for free~
dom
how will you recognize him?
by his creative spark,
hidden beneath that hearted head
where his heart resides
and.where he hides
that giant
W
that is his work's diminutive, ^^^
as in
wunnerful.
amen
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
The golden rule
"Do unto others as you wish others to do unto you "
It's easier instead to do exactly what others to you do
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 9:11 AM UTC
I wish you were awake~
Sweet talking
Imagining **********
Hearing my moans that respond to each stroke of love inside my heart.
I wish you were awake~
Knowing you inspire me
Keeping our love completely
Thinking of how we two will be three
I wish you were awake~
With us
You cause me to see
Exist in our love and just be
When you rise with the Sun
A good morning love, you'll see
That your love, my love, our love has awakened me
Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 9:07 PM UTC
I notice you,
You are conspicuous to me
as I think you are wonderful
like a rainbow in a clear blue summer sky.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
The girl caught in the wire
Knows the right way and shows fiery pride
Instead, of taking the sunshine and more
Clasping the delicate rays with her parched palms
Leaving desolate prisoners inside
A dark day made only of steel cages
They will let in the light, those lying in the shadow
It's blazing outside, it is bright
Cold waters will calm, then turn the tide
Soon the cursed world will die
Women can see the sun when it swallows the earth
It is a ball of hope saving them from guns and guards
Their dreams will turn to ashes
Mothers with empty wombs love them just the same
To them their daughters haven't seen the rain
The sun grins from behind grey clouds and sighs
Soon, freedom will come within their reach, fast
And these daughters will get stuck deeper
The dream slips faster than sand in an hourglass
They deserve love from the depths of hell itself
Until one of them dies by the bullet or ****** disease
They don't belong to them, do they?
These pigs moan if their houses are made of gold
The white men want oil fields with them working
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
We worry.
We wonder why.
We wake, we wait, we work
We worry.
We whine wuthering
Whispers, wavering, wasted,
Wishing while wishing
Wanting while wanting,
Wondering why.
We work well,
Well, we work,
While wizardly weaving
Wispy wavelengths,
Weedy wasps of
Wanton whimsy,
Wired well within.
We will warmongers
Without wonder
Who wreak
Widespread waste,
Welcome Wasteland,
Washing with war the
Wounded World.
We will war
War wills we
We wage war
With weird weapons.
We wrestle with will.
Why?
We wait whole
Weekdays, weekends. A
Ways away, the waning
Winter winds of men's
Wisdom's wavering.
Withering winks from
Wistful women,
Widening wingspans,
Wads of we, we,
Wandering westwards
Where suns wane,
Wait out wear of weather ,
Wondering why.
Warm waters will wash us,
We will wake up well.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
what does the W stand for
my 2:00am friend?
left feet touching and yet I am clueless, unsure in what language I should compile the possibilities and
reread my poem and shotgun taken aback
you make my urgency feel so trifling
and I read your are back but you are more gone for,
love’s misfortune has you, graced,
like a hole in the barbed wire fence,
had bled you dry and let the seeds for
the next planting go astray;
this is comprehended for my fences
are so busted in so many places that
all the animals escaped only to return
at feeding time, their curiosity of the outside world
limited
and W has limited infinite answers
for there are no names that begin with W
for farmers in our native tongues
suspect if you are reading this it must be after 2:00,
indeed it’s 4:07am, and the puzzlement is face flushing,
annoying and curiously intriguing...
and i remain,
“sincerely” yours
L.F. Poet
p.s. thanks for reading my stuff
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
Well hello again. Although we’ve clashed,
A new tune rises from the ash
Vermillion chords may paint this song
Ending it all; I hope I’m wrong
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
you've changed things- location is gone, all personality is gone.
no, we haven't talked in six months.
yes, i miss your company; does it have to be more complicated than that? i don't think so.
i'm worried.
are you overseas somewhere bound up after your last trip there for christmas?
are you at a completely different school and every time i walk past your classrooms i get anxious for no reason at all?
have you changed your hair, changed your major, changed the way you walk?
i can't find you, and i know deep down i don't need to.
but i wonder, and i worry.
where are you?
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
If I made a poem that sang to the seas
and whispered to the winds,
Would the winds remember what was whispered?
And when I sang to the seas, should they see the secrets sunk into my subconscious?
The winds won't ever wander where I once have.
The seas never will stare solemnly at the stormy sky.
Seems that it is worthless.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
There's a tale that is told
In the night Yukon cold
Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew
The truth as it's known
Is a legend that's grown
And the truth is known by very few
It's twenty years on
The Malamutes gone
There's nobody left from that night
But there's talk of some gold
That sometimes is told
Of what happened just after the fight
There is word of a bar
"The New Yukon Star"
And a fellow down there who can play
The place it is grand
The best in the land
And it's found down by Old Frisco Bay
Now, remember the poke
Of McGrew's the tale spoke
And what happened when Dan was now dead
From his neck it was freed
And the poke held the deed
To Dangerous Dan's claim it was said
When the Northern lights glow
Bringing life to the snow
They say that old Dan walks again
But twenty years past
Dan took that breath, yes, his last
And left the world of mortal men
Now, the saloon down in Frisco
With a barkeep named Cisco
Had a picture of Dan on the wall
They say that his ghost
Makes it smile when you toast
Dan McGrew when it is last call
A traveller came
And remembered Dan's name
One night as he sat with his drink
The piano was loud
And he saw through the crowd
A face, which made the man think
He once was a cop
And on occasion did stop
At the bar when Dan McGrew died
He looked at the face
But wasn't sure of the place
That he knew it, but **** boys he tried
There's a place saved in hell
For those under the spell
Of those who cheated out old Dan McGrew
In the stories it's told
how his poke with his gold
Was stolen by someone he knew
Think of the name
Of the one living with shame
From Dan's last night beneath the north star
Just who could build
A place always filled
A hotel and a popular bar
There on the stair
With long silvery hair
Through cigar smoke that made the air blue
Was the girl who once danced
And had Dan entranced
The girl known only as Lou
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
[Alright, I don’t know how else to say this, but...
You know Unsafe?
I only made 3 parts.
I keep getting wind that there’s a part 4.
I’m starting to think that SHE continued it somehow.
How she did is beyond me, considering she isn’t exactly real.
Oh yeah.
You might want a little clarity as to whom i am referring to.
Alright. so, the series X is written about a mystery girl that is called (or rather represented as) X, no?
Well, the reason she’s called that is because nobody knows her name.
I never gave her one.
Getting back on topic, it’s supposed to be written by another fictional person, whom for the sake of continuity, we will call W. Now, W and X were in love, very much so. W is offed, X mourns, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera, et cetera. Well, I felt that in order to give X more clarity and depth, that i’d have to write a second series, One that is written in the perspective of X. This premise became what you now know as Unsafe.
But, for some reason...
As I continued writing Unsafe, it felt more and more like I wasn’t even writing.
It’s like she had extended into my subconsious, from the fictional world in which she dwells, and into my pen.
Luckily, she’s easy to identify. I write her in ‘a special way’ as opposed to my [normal] writing.
Wait.
Alright, Don’t be alarmed, but She MIGHT (this is a big might) have escaped the domain I made for her,
Unsafe,
And into my Notes.
I cannot tell if it’s true or not, as this notice is considered it’s own poem. I cannot interact with my Notes until I decide to leave any poem that I am currently in.
But more importantly, this also implies that she is SENTIENT, and no longer needs me to convey her thoughts and actions.
Hell, she might be fighting for control over my account as I write this!
Ahahaha...
I really ******* myself over, huh?
Anyways, if you see her, tell me IMMEDIATELY! Just whatever you do, DON’T interact with her! In her current state, she is most likely extremely hostile.
I do appreciate you reading X and Unsafe, but this is getting a liiiiitle serious here, so uh...
Please take caution! I couldn’t live with myself if one of my readers LITERALLY GOT KILLED OFF by one of my works.
I’ll update you guys if anything meaningful happens.
In the meantime, I think I’ll go somewhere...
Familiar.]
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC