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Drape and veil my dark shadows, I'd like to wear you out, moping motes lifted by mellifluous means, Wordy fur be fur me
Your words I am wearing when I feel cold and grey,
The intention a warming result.
My fingers slip into your warm glowing letters
And tis ‘pinged’ to my elbows with a swift catapult.
The strange stories they fit like a 70’s parka,
Within it I am snuggled when in the right mood.
If things get too grim, well I pull up the hood,
And retreat at speed into a big wordy snood.
My feet become clad in a burning bright poem,
It lightens my load as I lace up my woes.
The soles of my sadness become toasty smiles,
As I wriggle my toes in your furbelow prose.
Esme's Cloud 
So you were a ‘mod’ then? More seriously…a fine piece of work is this
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A strange mix of the two, mod and rocker…’mocker’ perhaps? Certainly rather than ‘rod’, though at heart I am a rock girl. A proper headbanger. – nods enough to show this skill off.
Your ‘seriously’ is very kind Mike, and I appreciate it, though it’s only a wee thing that dashed out of me this afternoon. I like it too mind.- smiles.
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All the best things are written in twenty minutes or less…if only I could do that. I was by the way neither mod nor rocker but a weekend hippie as it happens
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In all honesty that is one hundred percent true of every single poem I’ve produced that I really like. Though not one has taken more than hour. Some only minutes. The fast quill often serves finer fare than the one which corrects itself for hours. Or so the Cloud told me.
I was also a hippie. Some might say I am one now. Some might get a punch in the face too, which would prove there was no hippie on the Cloud after all.
Not really of course, for sonmi is a peaceable sort, who often clashes lentils together whilst meditating. Then eats ’em. All the best people have a bit of hippie in them Mike. (Not serial killers who eat them, just to be specific.)
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Oh that I could write at a pace…I envy those who can for generally the output is better and more honest than the poem dabbled with too long…not sure if scoffed lentils and meditation sit comfortably so to speak…as a veggie myself the gaseous lentil inside me while headphones affixed listening to Cohen does I find ruin the experience on occasion!
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I don’t really eat lentils, they don’t agree with me. I have arguments with kidney beans and a variety of gas inducing legumes too, so I’m with you there Mike. nods
I see people who post poems every single day, sometimes two or three a day and I find it boggling. On the one hand, if you chuck enough words out that way, you will probably hit the jackpot* at some point (*see monkeys and Shakespeare), and produce something good. On the other hand, I think it (usually) makes for a blog full of swathes of crap poems one has to dig through to find said gems. In my humble opinion that is. There are exceptions to the rule there, but not many.
“Oh that I could write at a pace…” – My stories are a different kettle of bananas. I’ve been working on one of those for over seven months, and have around fifteen lounging about all over the show moo-ing for attention. I’m so much more a poet than a writer in the established sense. And you needn’t worry about your pace Mike, I think your writing is brill, each one a gem on its own. You have an unusual style, (I’m always drawn to the weirdos laughs). So much out there is just flaccid fodder. Take your time, we have all that is time in the world they* say.
(*never trust anything ‘they’ say).
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You raise in this reply an interesting combination of the gaseous effects of the humble bean and the efforts we do, or maybe don’t do in the case of the 10 ‘poem’ a day brigade…don’t see such a cocktail too often. But yes I agree there are far too many fast food poets out there (and we all know the bad effects of fast food) generally ones with giant ego’s without any conception of the worthiness of that glorious self-doubt those who try their level best to raise the bar a bit go through – even a Jack of all trades, master of none/perhaps some on a good day like me! It is at these moments I revert to my roots and say bollocks to the lot of them!
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‘Fast food poets‘ – nail on the head there, bollocks an all sir. nods a great deal.
Some things, are most definitely, worth waiting for.
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Just as on numerous occasions in the past I did not (even for a moment) hesitate to ‘click’ on the ‘Like button’. Not only in order to let you know that your efforts were appreciated by me, but to announce to all who may come that I (The President and Founder) personally enjoyed this post and recommend it highly (and without reservation) to them.
Excellent work. Really. Especially the 70’s parka bit. had a purple one myself. Wore it to kindergarten and was called ‘fatso’. I still see that evil child’s face. One day, rest assured, he will pay.
The President and Founder
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Your words have the warmth spoken of in the poem in spades President and Founder, and I really am chuffed by them. Thank you – shakes his hand and bows all smiles
This is added to by the laughter I have at your own parka ‘incident’ – (sympathetic of course) I feel your pain and hope the human in question does indeed pay, and also has a thousand fleas infect his armpits in the meanwhilst.
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“My fingers slip into your glowing ‘about’
And tis ‘pinged’ to my elbows with a swift catapult.”
All righty then. But perhaps I read this like you didn’t write it. Though I must concur with the above, it is a treat, though it spins my head a bit.
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Is it not my usual style then? It’s possible someone else wrote it, my mind is often taken over when writing, and there sit the words afterwards. I’m glad you enjoyed it a bit, barring the spinning mind you. This will be due to sonmi being in a bit of a spin herself just now. Straight lines don’t exist at the moment. Thank you for your words as ever Peter. smiles.
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I think she wants to tickle your furbelow Peter. 😮
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This is slander. Your furbelow, above, and in all nooks and crannies is quite safe Peter. Fear not.
smacks Hariod’s wrist
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Clad feet, elbows & fingers in an about. Simply beautiful. x
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I am honoured you think so Jessie. Words can be cladding often, but many people don’t realise they are wearing them at all. They can be a little revealing mind you…
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Yes, being naked in public is scary!
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And that’s writing in a nutshell. People see you naked. You just have to hope it is a pretty sight – nods.
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Nah, you just have to own it gurl! So many uses of explication marks lately, I’m feeling it though!
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Ha, I don’t own any of it! Once it is out, it sods off into the world. But I know what you are saying and I am always confident that I like them all, so still naked…but proud of it eh? laughs. I had to use an exclamation mark myself then, it must be catching. winks.
Did you get the email? I’ll go through Hariod if not, I shall not be thwarted by the digital world!
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Why thyank you OM. I’m very pleased you think so – beams a smile his way.
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