I still come by and lurk sometimes

Can't seem to ever really stay away

A lovely bunch of poets we have here

The Man in Back.

A man in the back
of the bus has passed out.
Taking two seats,
and snoring into his bags.

The bus is full, crowded really,
But...

...He's smelly, unkempt,
and a little crazed
around the eyes.

So no one really
wants to sit there,
anyway.

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Originally posted by TwiliteMinotaur:
Also, thanks for that GR, I thought it was real good as well.

aww thanks
Boog, thats great.

Thanks, that was my ride to work this morning.

When the Angel of Death comes
he will look like a friend.
He will carry two glasses,
one empty and one full,
and maybe have a book
tucked under his arm.

He’ll say, “Here,
take these, while
I put down my book.”
And you will be left
holding the glasses,
one empty and one full
of fragrant amber liquid.
You will naturally
want to take a sip
and say, “This is good cognac
but I prefer Gin.”

Well, what do you do
with the empty glass?
And why, might you wonder,
is it empty in the first place?
You may want to pose
these questions to the Angel.

His reply will invariably be
to lay down his book
and come toward you
quickly and quietly,
to softly take the glasses
from your hands
as he intently holds your gaze,
and you’ll see a vast darkness
in his hard eyes,
a cold universe
that remains silent.

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Brown?


why?


Why brown?

(I really like that)

.

I thought about blue...
I had a dream once where I saw "that void" through a brown eye.
I guess it doesn't really make a difference though, it can just imply personal experience. You could assume I had a friend with brown eyes.

Edit: (I think it ended up giving the angel a human quality.)

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Dear commuter brother (or sister),
It’s nice that you’re so relaxed
first thing in the morning
and navigate the narrow halls and stairs
of New York City subway
with ease and leisure,
savoring the pleasant pull
of crowd’s inertia
slowly propelling you
toward the eager rattle of the train..
Just don’t do it during rush hour -
you’re slowing up traffic!

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You should never apologize but I’m apologizing for this Shakespearean goofiness and voice.

---

Like youth with lives to live, brand new job, Dad,
Half knowing what to do, some kids won’t speak
While others know it all, make the boss mad,
As good intentions fail - time to job seek -
So I feel, introducing her to you.
I fear this won’t turn out well. I will try.
She has a good name, the tradition due.
I thought a Vegas wedding. No. But why?
To hell with it, if this be less than want,
Or a successful life, it is enough.
May Caesar’s ghost judge me, then even haunt
My ass with slot machines; forget that stuff.
Lack of alternative, she is okay,
To me as good as I can ever say.

the ground is cold beneath our bodies
in the shadows
rough grass on our trembling backs
where we touch and are embraced
there is a fire between us
destroying spirits of night and winter
your legs encircle me
and I lsten for the gentle breath of your mouth
this is an old pleasure and always new
I wish for a vessel
to drink
my chalice and my alter


And as I originally wrote it. The two don't really say exactly the same thing. The grammar and spelling don't hold up I'm sure. Out of practise, and my french was never that great to begin with.

La terre est froide desous nos corps
ici en les tenebres
ou je te toche et tu m'embrace
il y a un feu entre nous
pour detruire tous les esprites
de la nuite et du hiver
tes jambes m'encircle
et j'ecoute pour la doux vent de ta bouche
ca, c'est un plaisir aux memes temps toujour vieux et toujours nouveaux
je veux une vers de toi, pour te buver
vous etes ma chalaise et ma tabernacle

Boog, I changed 'brown eyes' to 'hard eyes.'
'Brown' is not working as well as I thought. I think that's what you were trying to tell me, and if so, I totally agree. Thank you!

heh...you're welcome. I didn't want to come out and say what image the word invoked because that would betray me for the weirdo I am, but it didn't add to the peice.

Hard, now there's a word.

what do you call a
fable without a moral
vapid; soulless; life

An Experiment

So you program your pets
and teach 'em how to speak
with neural memory implants
evolutionary tweak.

Cats are speaking English,
giraffes, Vietnamese...
Dolphins using sign language,
Ethiopian fleas.

Differentiation fades
as all blurs into one.

Forms are feelings,
sights are sounds,
reality undone.

It was kind of fun.

sWeet!

thanks!

Maybe we make things silly, fearing change -
I write, you paint, sometimes communicate;
Regardless comedy results, and strange -
Keeping our common elements, you state.
What crazy worlds we make up, show, and why?
On such ideas, look where both we end,
Or start, an ocean that, without a lie,
Dog gone becomes a water bed, a trend.
But does it give us comfort, more to do?
A café lunch, as always, short on time -
Because we like to eat together, stew,
Yogurt, or shrimp, some chips, a drink with lime.
Great people, conversation, art concept,
Or silly us, as pretenses are kept.

That's quite impressive.

Much thanks, Boogerhead. I've had an unbelievable week. Gotta write to deal with everything.