fistful of dirt
mouthful of blood
scrapes and cuts
smell of sweat
stench of fear
sting of tears
facedown in a pile of gravel
with your footprint on my cheek
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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
29 comments:
BOO!
Heeheehee...
oops i'm a bit late!!
sounds like some bert mc Love lyrics solly!!
have a good one guys!
RW,
You iz da winner!
Congrats!
FASC,
You was snoozin and you end up in
way down in 3rd! Does it sound like Bert lyrics? Thank you!!
Have a great day porchies!
Me neither, S&V :(
Let's hide!
Hide me.
Let's all hide, Solly! They can't make us work if they can't find us!
Sounds like a fabulous plan, RW, but I guess I must go today.
I have to go help sell some peeps property for not paying their taxes. Just typing it gives me a nice warm fuzzy feeling.
PPU, if you drop by today. This is for you:
Solly ♥s PPU
Seriously! I'll even hide my tiara....oh wait, no. Can't do that.
Hmmm.......
I'm screwed. >_<
Hi everyone. Have a great day.
Bye everyone.
Morning T of Ters!
Socky, my iron exploded in a puff of smoke, in sympathy with your blender!
I never liked ironing anyway!
*PP presently sitting on clothes, making them nice and flat*
*and warm*
^_^
Have a great day everyone!
I'm having one of those days where I would actually laugh if I were to drive over one of my co-workers.
Is it a full moon or something?
I think I need chocolate.
Or booze.
Or chocolate.
Maybe I should just go home.
PPU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I promise I was only joking about burying the unicorn, people. I cross my heart.
Grrrrr! "Walking on Sunshine" is playing on the damn radio.
>_<
Whoever smelt it, dealt it!
Jenn, you need chocolate-flavored booze. Best of both worlds. ;)
Hi, porchites/treetoppers, hope you're all doing well!
It is actually the new moon, Jenn. :D
Sis, I smile everytime I see your name around.
MY FIMBLE JAZZZZZZ!
Is this day ever going to end?!
Solly, you should be home by now!
Princess you too!
*waves* Hi Treeporchies! Or is that porchtrees? ;)
Ahhh fuck it, I totally fail. ^_^
O_O There you are! You totally snuck up on me.
*waves to Anima*
What ya doin?
Hi everyone! *waves*
Hi Lucy!
*waves*
I gott go feed my doggies, but I will be back in just a bit.
***Missing Unicorn Alert****
This is an ALL POINTS BULLETIN!!
If I sees one, Solly, I shall send it your way.
Thank you, RW.
Off for a baff! Be back in a bit.
teeheeheeeee! heeeheee
WOW! My baff excites someone around here!
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