Updated: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 03:31 pm
back for a little read , and perhaps a little write who knows ? and just one thing , why isnt hebden bridge nearer to wigan ? I CAN'T WORK THE CHAT HERE , I TRY AND FAIL :)
Since my baby left me in memory of my son Joshua. i have put my mind in solitary confinement allow it no contact with memories i cannot think i fall endlessly parachute cord un-pulled, when will i reach the ground? something solid would be a relief just keep falling just keep falling smash my wretched weeping grief. i find reflections of my old emotions amongst the words of other men so sing their songs i watch as people carry pieces of me away keep giving, keep giving take all i offer, then watch me split like prismatic light What's Left I am as a broken mirror no true reflection of myself a shattering of images reflect out at the world did you glimpse a smile or watch the tear run down my cheek am I standing proud do you see me curled, foetal when you look at me do I break you too finding yourself lost in the confusion chasing the broken parts of me cherishing the parts that seem whole piecing together the vitality hoping that will make me feel real deflecting the pain I reflect you without you to see me do I become as nothing. The Laptop dances hot The laptop dances hot The words appearing in the chat box 'Men don’t want that, they don’t want baggy old t shirts With bears on the front declaring hug me! They want silk and lace and breasts ``Breasts offered out against the black sensual fabric' And the laptop dances hot against my thigh And from my black silk and lace imaginings I release my breast I stroke the nipple against his face firming on his cheek His mouth opens like a new born but engulfs like a man Deep and wet , tongue flicking, teeth biting This laptop dances hot My son calls 'what’s for tea mum? ' And wanders into the room I close the chat box against his astigmatic gaze And keep the Arial 12 pt for myself. My breast is slipped silently back into my mind The sensual mist fades and I laugh and say What shall we have for tea? Sausage.
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Mon 2nd Apr 2012 14:09
Astrology and medicine combined bring us a doctor who can ... for the foreseeable future!
Don't forget to write the good write, Ta muchly, Nick.
Mon 19th Mar 2012 13:11
Heh - hello you! Starting to wonder what'd happened to you!
:) glad you like it, I loved writing it, am considering writing a few more I liked it that much :D
Hope to see you real soon, lovely xx
Fri 15th Jul 2011 14:14
Awww, well thank you darlin. I just HAD to write something about the place. And yeh - agree re the communication, but it's the actual punters who communicate, and they ARE different in many ways to a lot of the rest of society. That's one of the reasons I go as often as I can - to plug into that branch of humanity that holds the same beliefs, attitudes, values, morality even, as me. It's a place of peace, love, and unity...not something based on commercial gain, or hierarchy, or arbitrary illogical and dangerous laws...and we LOVE IT! :D
Fri 15th Jul 2011 10:56
Hello lovely - aye, well you know the magic of Beat-Herder anyway doncha? Shame you weren't there this year - truly magnificent it was.
Mon 9th May 2011 20:11
Most paths we take lead absolutely nowhere. There are worse places to end up than the Tudor beer garden, in my experience anyway - Mordor for one LOL x
Mon 9th May 2011 19:39
Beware false prophets eh? LOl - I never factored the Tudor beer garden into it, but then why ever not? Finding the Tudor was a pretty defining moment for me. Hope to see you there on Thursday and I won't be asking you to read ;)x
Mon 21st Mar 2011 09:42
Re cycle haiku - there's a question mark because although we've got to the end of the poem, we haven't got to the end of the cycle. It questions the notion of being complete, because the cycle cannot be so :)
You weirdo, having a clean teen bedroom ;p
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Sun 20th Mar 2011 22:23
ah - dylan Thomas - I see - you're way ahead of me there. Seriously - I've nothing against the Welsh - just a bit of a laugh :D
and churches - I'm not mad keen, but pretty ones like Cartmel Priory are a revelaton. I much prefer old mosques & minarets for some indefinable reason - I dont really know why, as I have no particular like or dislike of islam
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Sun 20th Mar 2011 20:24
Ahh - Dear Old Dicky - not an actor, of course, but an actorrrr!
I can t take it seriously (sorry) puts me too much in mind of the tellings by William J. MacGoonigal (fast fwd to 2.00 )
Paul F Blackburn
Wed 26th Jan 2011 08:38
Thanks for commenting on my prostitute poem.
Wed 19th Jan 2011 11:05
Thanks darlin :)
Sat 15th Jan 2011 02:26
hi carole. thanks for your comments on my stuff.
I have just read your poem for Joshua. A very beautiful, powerful poem ( i had the goosebumps)
i find reflections of my old emotions
in the words of other men
and so sing with them
I know this emotion in your words. Tremendously sad, but so well expressed xx
Thu 23rd Dec 2010 16:42
Ello lovely :)
Thank you re moura encantada. Yes, it does sound very songlike doesn't it? Kinda in keeping with the mouras themselves and their siren songs :)
Oh, and I had to google quite a lot too ;)
Wed 8th Dec 2010 12:50
Ah, he has added it to the list now!
Wed 8th Dec 2010 11:15
Hi Carole. Have you not tagged your excellent space poem with "Space"? As I cannot see it in Paul's list for voting. All the Best, Lynn x
Wed 1st Dec 2010 15:25
I know! So sad... I was trying to post and inadvertently deleted everything because I am on my cell phone! Ughhh! I am without Internet at the moment, so I will re-post later when I go to the library.
Tue 30th Nov 2010 17:58
Thank you Carole, for checking out my attempt at a Fibonacci poem...
Yes, they are fun to write... sometimes the syllable count depends on how you pronounce a word too - enough to drive you mad! I wrote one for you too - not sure if it's comedic, but it's on the blog of my 'Passionate Fib'... x
Sat 27th Nov 2010 11:21
Thank you for your comment, Shoeless. That 4am feeling. Reading your first poem there I am amazed at how well you express the loss, how articulate you are about grief. I was just reading Stefan's blog entry, and you sum up something he may be reaching for in 'watch me split like prismatic light'. Sleep easy tonight.
Fri 26th Nov 2010 13:25
'lo love - you weren't being critical in a negative way though were you? I did ask for constructive comments, and your suggestion worked REALLY well - when I read it back it just worked brilliantly! So thank you again lil witch :)
Sat 20th Nov 2010 16:27
Haven't got a clue how to set up my own blog Carole. You aren't the first person to suggest I should write short stories though. I'm not sure if I could give much attention to a personal blog though - what I love about WOL is the community feel - the camaraderie, the banter, the feedback. Would that be diluted if I started posting elsewhere - I'm not sure. I'll have to do some research on where people blog and what they get out of it. Maybe that's something I'll think about in the New Year. Hope to see you around before then.
Fri 19th Nov 2010 23:27
Carole, not only is the tweed refurbished ... but Ive taken care to have my danglements and attached appendage re mastered . Looking forward, as always to our meeting.
Many Thanks once more
Fri 19th Nov 2010 14:06
I wish! I'm not quite sure where the last few hours went...oops.
Fri 19th Nov 2010 10:41
Well that's very nice dear, but I play Scrabble to WIN! So you can make your pretty patterns, and I'll just...win :) By a ridiculous amount. ;)
Fri 19th Nov 2010 10:32
Yeh I know what it referred to, durr ;p *whoosh* what was that? It was the sound of a joke going over your head hehe ;p
I DO have a competitive spirit, although I don't expect to win on here. Pool, yes, and god help you at Scrabble quite frankly cos I'm a monster at that ;D
Fri 19th Nov 2010 09:53
Win? What is this winning that you speak of?
Hey - I've never had absinthe yer know. Not sure I should, given my appetites! :D
Fri 19th Nov 2010 07:01
Thanks Carole - you are probably right. I dug some out that I'd written in my 20s the other day and they weren't bad - the ideas at any rate. My problem is time - poems are more immediate and I'm lazy - and then it's not so easy to publish them anywhere. All excuses for not getting my finger out. I'll give it some thought. x
Wed 17th Nov 2010 15:55
Empty Space - thank-you.
Wed 17th Nov 2010 13:25
Your haiku efforts were excellent and very well received. I think I'm coming to your conclusion that less is sometimes more.
Wed 10th Nov 2010 18:29
Thank you so much Carole for your comments particular with regard to the subject matter.
To the many of us who are or who have been pet owners the death of an old family pet is more heartbreaking than we could ever have imagined the loss irreplaceable.
In remembrance special moments are poignant such as a family gathering in the garden late at night the air giddy with sausage and burger and where the moon and stars were just a jump away.
Sun 7th Nov 2010 22:02
I've no idea what happens to us after we die and whether we totally cease to exist. Up to a point I would agree with you that we lose our identity when we die. We do live on in the legacy we leave though - the memories, the love. Some people also manage to make a huge difference to other people's lives - a physical legacy I suppose.
I was just thinking how sad it would be to be washed up faceless from a river - a bit like the unknown soldier - for no-one to know and be able to take care of you. This is a bit of a morbid subject isn't it? Sorry if any it has been painful. I was inspired by earlier things I saw on WOL - that's the way it seems to work on here.
Hope to see you at the Tudor maybe.
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