Poetry here.

[duszek]

A brain needs a break
from too much input
which puts him off

whereas

migratory ants
run in circles
in a spell
of migraine.

Emotions need
ironing
from pushy breaths
by a relaxing
dinosaur.

[marjoramblues]

Aran sweaters with matching hats and socks
Life loops patterning
Cast on
Cast off

Tradition; symbols unwielding
Stiff cables, hard diamonds
Strung out unworn
Fit for foreigners fleeced

[duszek]

Poetry is
like pottery
at times

nice flowers
here and there

unobtrusive,

the meaning meandering
on its own

[duszek]

Tell me the tale again, Bird.
I need to hear it every day,
more than once.

The tale about a mountain
becoming a molehill.

You are so good at it,
it sounds new to me
every time I hear it.

Refrain: Wenn ich ein hübscher kleiner Vogel wär´ ...
by J. Brahms

[Pluto]

Way The Forward

[duszek]

Kate Gompert today, aren´t we ?

[Pluto]

Don't know her, is she a poet?

Way the forward
A team of biologists
Stepped out of the steam - clean
Out of the suit and into the jeans
Drinks round the corner at Doug's
The conversation turned to work
It was going to be a long night she thought.
If only she could make an excuse to leave she thought.
Just at that moment her phone rang...

[duszek]

Kate G. felt disgust of the world and life in all her cells.
On same days.

You could also call it "ennui", I suppose.

How to preserve the joy of living ? It is difficult sometimes.
D.F. Wallace, who was not religious I suppose, finally turned to .... prayer.

[Pluto]

Well, it's not a good outlook to have, one would hope that it would be a period along the way that would mature into something else, like say: potential, for instance.

Potential
Potential you lie there dormant
From a future past
In wait. What is it that
we fall upon you.

[attofishpi]

Well, it's not a good outlook to have, one would hope that it would be a period along the way that would mature into something else, like say: potential, for instance.

Potential
Potential you lie there dormant
From a future past
In wait. What is it that
we fall upon you.

Pure genius mate!

[Pluto]

Well, it's not a good outlook to have, one would hope that it would be a period along the way that would mature into something else, like say: potential, for instance.

Potential
Potential you lie there dormant
From a future past
In wait. What is it that
we fall upon you.

Pure genius mate!

Thanks man...

[Pluto]

Art I started you from a beginning
It has gone long over such strange
waters, through cities of rain and fields
of fire. Sat side by side a jacket of light iron.
From here it's possible to see your path as it's
been possible to see your past. What art you in
the present.

[Pluto]

Soldier walking in the mud
For a better world

[bus2bondi]

they say true pussies

walk around some

like a solitary cat

in the night

[bus2bondi]

so tired