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  • Stalled, but I like what you have so far!

  • @songoftheheart - :) raises cup to a cheers! you probably should be careful of refills :D

  • wow, I’m amazed by that coffee.  My coffee is just black.

  • @godfatherofgreenbay - :) now I have to edit the boo boos :D but thanks man :D

  • You’ve raised the coffee bar. I. Re. Fuse. To. Do. Ses. Tea. Nahs. 

    Stalled Sestinas! For the finish. 

  • @sleekpeek - lol! I’ve never til this one gotten one recommended- my favorite of course was the boozy recipe for raspeberry coca cola scones.   but the point here is to remind you of a play of sounds
    cess as in cesspool
    not ses
    tea- nice we’ll go with that.
    na? nana na na nana na na hey hey hey good bye.?
    lol hopefully you gimme a whisper of credit before ralphin in the toilet about the form…  i tried for a proper theme through it and thus succeeding in completing the torture :D   ya y me! weeee.
    cess PEE? nahna na na hey hey hey, I’m outta this comment …buh bye.

  • Dang now after reading this I have a strong craving for Starbucks.

  • Ye gods that’s a lot
    of math to write poetry.
    Inconceivable.

    Do you realize
    these replies demand of me
    more effort than posts?

    And thus are my posts
    the sad, ignored, sorry lot
    not reflecting me.

    Where as poetry
    reflects me, I realize,
    Inconceivable!

    Inconceivable,
    a cartoonist’s response-posts
    ask, you realize

    the accursed lot
    as responsive poetry.
    More me-like than me.

    Bloody stupid me,
    stuck with “Inconceivable”
    laden poetry.

    Why sestina posts?
    The whole “by the numbers” lot?
    Do you realize…?

    Do you realize,
    Sestina, haiku and me
    the coffee crazed lot

    “Inconceivable”
    once more, appears in my posts,
    as does “poetry”…

    conscious poetry,
    that can, itself realize
    it’s presence in posts

    without, I guess, me.
    Bloody Inconceivable,
    “by the numbers” lot.

    @_@

  • @Lakakalo -
    just blame mooncat blue
    curse her roundly with kindness
    then me, It’s my choice

    for you see I,I?
    I started poems to woo and just….
    kept on writing them

    interestingly
    i’ve wooed many smiles back
    never got any

    I got an apple
    muddled significances
    rosy, green and tart

    inconceivable
    no twinkle in daddy’s eye
    you’re here are you not?

    a challenge for you
    a.w.f. betternot look
    I’ll sharea surprise.

    bet you’ll see better
    with proof’s beacon  ‘fore your eyes
    truths youjust suspect

    Joke: Xanga’s front page
    same shit squishin’ under foot
    popularity.

    I strove to get there
    in front of all who enter
    what does that make me?

    thinking ’bout my name?
    josh mean humor stop it! NOW
    giggler!  I’ll get you you

    but seriously now
    bet you think I’m popular
    and you might not be.

    heh heh heh heh heh
    I’m shaking my head at that
    you are mistaken

    I’ve been heresome time
    tried some tricks  not road ponies
    some work and some balk.

    conversations made
     many moments of shared smiles
    read of Jericho

    that black-bound bible
    of it’s many stories told
    resonance ripples

    but back to real life
    watch patterns as I do too
    holding keystone truths

    even palmist say
    Josh, you’ve little Writer’s Fork
    I’m still very me.

    if one only knew
    I was thinking and smiling
    II’vesixteen hundred
    letters to and frommy friend
    maybe it is that

    maybe it is that
    I share best I know how to
    and that’s the magic?

    my shitty grammar
    sucks so bad you’re left unsure
    People GUESS i’m all that :D

    interestin hun?
    you’ve got to be joking me
    maybe a little

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