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Alison's Finest Hour
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Post edited by ping at 2015-11-29 11:27:23
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Thanks for this link Ping, I shall listen in to this at bedtime- nice :)
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Duly noted. Thanks for the tip Lou!LOVE tasted CRITICAL
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That really was one of her best radio shows to date. I loved it.LOVE tasted CRITICAL
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I loved it too- very entertaining. :D Hey, let's all do a color/colour poem in that jazzy/crazy/beat style! Anybody up for it? Hmm, I wonder if Pink was done...
PINK
She petals around like her ship don't sink...PINK
Somehow she got it mixed up - she mingled her red with her white, well that wasn't quite right..ya think?
PINK
All day long, singing her song- a pouty, plaintive poetess..in a bow, in a blouse or a dress....PINK
Can I buy you a Drink?
How bout some Kink?
I know a place where it's half off..I was talking about the drink, PINK...it's a double trouble with a sidecar of desire..and if you're bad, they throw in the kitchen sink.
Are you delirious PINK? You're blushing- I think the Rosé's gone to your head,
You're making the Violets shrink-
Heartbreaker, dream-maker...you thought I was gonna say "lovetaker" didn't you PINK. Well I was, so there. You and all your glamorous, glossy fairy floss- I'm on the brink ..PINK-
Don't push it.
:DU R I E L
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Im listening now. It's grreat!
A poem, hmmm? Well, I daren't write myself. But Emily Dickinson does a mean jazzy/crazy/beat stylee. Here's Blue Jay:
No brigadier throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity
Pursuing winds that censure us
A February day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
The snow and he are intimate;
I 've often seen them play
When heaven looked upon us all
With such severity,
I felt apology were due
To an insulted sky,
Whose pompous frown was nutriment
To their temerity.
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder — terse and militant —
Unknown, refreshing things;
His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
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Oh, :x . I really wish you'd write one yourself whisperit. There's so many neglected colours- Scarlet, Viridian, Umber, Indigo, Bronze...pick one whisper- this place needs livening up, for realsies-U R I E L
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VERMILLION
It seemed like they were shimmering, like Vermillion
Riding in the sun, reacting like they're one
In front, one on pillion, like Vermillion
Acting cool as cats, knowing where it's at
Intelligent and sesquipedillion
Upbeat and of the street
Clothing sharp and haircuts neat
Like they're worth a million
Proud and strong; their days are long
Tanned and bronzed
Like Vermillion.Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-12-09 13:03:48The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. -
That was strangely cathartic !The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. -
Excellent, UT!
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White
The paper before the word
The blossom before the bee
The cotton before the blood
A winter sky before the fall
Let it go
Let it grow
Let it flow
Let it snow!
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INDIGO
Indigo, not Pink like Flamingoes
Or Green, like the grass grows
Or Umber, like Toads
But like Dingos in Aboriginal Wolfs clothes
With tail tips accented with bits of
Indigo
A psychedelic trip hop cool dog, not cat
Who know where it's at
Like those Vermillion brats
Only cooler
Antipodian sub zero heroes
Like Cornwells Shakespeareo's
Only they wear
Indigo.
Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-12-09 13:08:13The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. -
Wow, I'm impressed fellas! ...all we need now is a saxophone, a cafe, and some sunglasses B-)U R I E L
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Love the turn this thread has taken! The Dickinson especially, but Pink, White and Vermillion, all quite nice!
Here's my "F'd up " contribution to the crayon box:
Orange...
bright and burnt and bitter sweet...
blood, of the sun at twilight,
juicy navel, a delight to eat...
washed out, but hopeful,
all the passion of a dying star,
doomsday dreamer...
would you be seen, with the likes of me?
You should have had me years ago, when I was perfect and didn't know.
Orange is just the afterglow. Nothing less and nothing more.
Post edited by A_is_A at 2015-12-11 02:49:41LOVE tasted CRITICAL -
Wow, M...really beautiful. I absolutely love your Orange. It's deep..deep Orange. It inspired me to write another- why not.
Ruby
The throat of the hummingbird, a stolen crown jewel
For a delicate king...only seen for a second.
Warm as blood, hot as an ember, cold as stone-
I line my lips and fingertips...with you.
The deepest part of Sun- that does not burn
But only says 'Tomorrow' and sinks into the ocean.
Seeds of pomegranate, some eaten..some thrown away
The dream of the tree it desires to be.
The slippers of a girl looking for home-
A magic that protects her pure heart.
The King, my lips, tomorrow, the tree-
The Magic that protects
A pure heart.
U R I E L
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^ Oh pony, that made me teary eyed. Nice job X
"As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off." - Anne Sexton
Post edited by A_is_A at 2015-12-11 19:31:33LOVE tasted CRITICAL
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