From the walls
Like wreaths and ribbons
And in paint behind pane
They come collapsing down
To make many eyes
Like stars and dust
And from such thus
They come from beneath
To smile down upon thee
I’ve missed you.
How have you been?
Just cruising on the third rock.
I’ve missed your poems!
I haven’t seen Interstellar yet. Saw the Planet of the Apes movie!!
haven’t they assassinated him yet? I’m expecting it any day now!
noshing on late dinner here.. be right with ya
I hear the oaks produced a bumper crop this year!
broccoli, orange bell pepper, chicken, sharp cheddar, pineapple peach salsa, black pepper and Spike, quesadilla… to be precise
How about a poem on the missing Jackhole, Neb?
I’m not certain where to begin since I have been out of the loop. working though…
Reached within to the top
The perch of home’s vantage in the sting of clouds
And gelatin sun on the cheek
if a star is seen to move away faster
‘Tis the angle beneath our feet
best I could do on short notice 😉
It’s my first slam Normally I have to torture a poem for days.
Ok folks, gotta get my day started, see y’all at the other end!
Hello and good day to you, Fi.
Make time for a sauna.
Oops, lemme fix
This is so frustrating
I have no idea why it is coming out tiny
Is it this?
I have to do a few chores, I will be back tomorrow. It was great to see y’all!
You too, Neb, don’t be a stranger!
We’ll stay weird as ever, Get back soon.
ok, Neb! See you soon. I speed wrote a poem. Alas, too late.
Never too late, backpage? Drop it here!
I will get this.
I feel like the cat
awww….golden doggie…pet pet pet.
My speed-wrote poem for Neb and Realmies –
came the wave came once another
and from the sea cast each asunder
tossed upon this rocky shore
our lives do tumble and yearn for more
thrown upon this wretched coast
where beast-man machines sear and roast
the land withers as forests burn
yet man it seems will never learn
to build anew this planet barren
and renew again this shabby warren
erect by hand, by blood and limb
a shrine, a shrine! to man so dim
reminding him of the man-machines
that tore and ripped and burnt all things
without regard, without concern
be banned from earth, do not return
Wow, very good.
Kinda uppity, I approve!
😆 Had a hot bath and some chillaxin Pandora. That did it.
I have mind twisting Pandora and haven’t bathed in days. I think you’re on to something.
hah!! I do that sometimes, er frequently…not bathing everyday.
ignore hygiene, save water
Wonderful! Great job, Ambassador!
only half the tune though
Darn it, I missed Neb.
Oh, new page…
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