Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

upon flicking to trout litkicks
i discovered a whopper
th----------------is .........BiG
a jota smiling in the waves
shine lovely like a plump mango
to a parched throat

a jota at litkicks
an october conversant
slipping onto a page
making all other words erase their wobbly prints

speaking in the tone of wow

jota's gotta be one athe most suave
inunciators with language skill who i have
ever had the thrill to come by and why
i could never fight the urge to find his words
displayed is a mystery i will never know!

and so,
i will go
to find the smiling wave,
new autumm convergence on the page,
all the rage of other words erased in faded ink...

gonna look now.....
(after i have another drink) ....


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thanks, judih.... for the jota direction.....

jota direction is everywhere
just gotta open our inner compass
and follow our heart

think i'll bubble up my throat
and emote


judih

ha ha
i love you all
yeppers, i am here

missing you all

shaking in my litkick widrawals

night and day
day and night
only you and the moon
and the sun
whether near
or far
the memory of your souls
burns through my heart

you shatter the loneliness
of my longing
night and day

under the height of moon
there is a hungry yearning
burning jota
trying to burst
his red organ bubble

i miss you all

-peace out

jay

miss ya jota man ....come and jam real soon ...would be a blast off to have ya throw words with this gang of cyclones on the cyber waves....peace and well being mi amigo.....wired mark

no need for withdrawal
when da man's back on da street!
no need to kick dat repeat
habit, jota, dude!
but at the riska bein' rude,
i gotta spot, too, for you,
so stop back right here
for a different dose,
kick out da jams
'til yer comatose!

the jo jo hota of an october eve
as ginger snaps
with chocolate chip fervour

ho hota jo brother
skateboarding over mercury
painting a bannister
with coup d'oeuil finesse

a jam to go
hot whole wheat
with breakfast to spare


judih

hey hey hiya hiya

love you all

miss you much

say say say
do do
do reeno

so how do i play and post here? where do i go

i find the ltkick scheme a little obtuse and limiting

i need more space

hope you can find me a home here in your place

just need some direction

one post a day ain't gonna quell my addiction

glad to find you all here!!!!

just do whatchyer doin'
add a few go words
spew 'em out
with a whisper or shout...
pull the pen out and rant
or chant a song and we'll
sing along with yer tune!

whether it's daylight
or under the moon ...
light's always on at the Eight ...
this could be home to vagabonds
and urchins, lost souls and great
wordsmith philosophy buffs

pick a spot,
write what ya got..
we can't get enough!

poet in distress
straightjacket on backwards
unzip the flow


judih

hey, hey, jotaman!
dor' is open and
your fresh words
are always a joy

make this place
a space
for your face
to race
the winds of words
that blow thru your
fan-tas-ticking head


cec'

a lil in-a-jota-da-vida
would brighten anyone's day-o.............

jota da vida
never did understand
why he changed his name
I remember the day I discovered litkicks
it was the day I was barred for life

come on jota da vida feed me
a rose is a rose with a poetic ice pick
pluck my eyes out for me brother
restoreth my mind to the darkness
obsidian poetry
cause only women bleed

we kinda put a daily shine
on the poetry scene, at
least on the cyber side
of the street,

ST i recall you being there
late at night, & i always
imagined you at some truck
stop in the american highway
night tappin away on a
laptop in a diner booth
with mabel bringing u natty boh's.............

.......a jota sighting on litkicks action poetry this morn "the Hustler"