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hester_prynne

Ragdoll

Post by hester_prynne » November 22nd, 2005, 5:31 am

Ragdoll.
Middle aged.
Suction-cupped,
to lumpy sofa.
Disgusting ashtray.
Coffee spilt.
Crumpled papers
strewn cross
wood plank floor.
Frustrated attempts,
to talk to you.

Ragdoll.
Disengaged.
Voodoo connection,
big screen tv.
Crackerjacks.
Necco wafers.
Bewildered heart
bleeding pure
broken dreams.
Pining, hoping, longing,
for a little squeeze.

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Post by mtmynd » November 22nd, 2005, 11:01 am

gawd, Hes'... those times
are times we can all do without
(you expressed them so well)

they really suck
but just on the other side
the light touches us
once again and we
reconnect to self

the clouds must be
the rains must fall
but all
is never what we feel
at that one moment

the skies clear
the light shines
the moods lighten
again we're reborn
after the storm
our roots are fed
the past has passed

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Post by joel » November 22nd, 2005, 8:09 pm

I never liked a Necco Wafer.
I've tasted better medicine;
I've tasted better chemicals;
I've tasted better chalk;
I can struggle with the chocolate ones--
the others have no chance.

I did enjoy to melt one once.
I put it on an iron stove--
a wood burning stove
that burned Necco nasty wafers
just as well.
It boiled and bubbled till it was just a stain.

But that's why I feel guilty.
Mom remembers Necco Wafer treats.
Grandma thought they were something special.
The ones I burned were given to me with smiles
and I changed smiles for stains.
And you draw Necco Wafers into love?
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw

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Post by tinkerjack » November 23rd, 2005, 8:21 am

go gone going a long lonely time
candy korn and jim beam
in the arms of a sugar nightmare
I squeeze my barbie doll chew toy and it squeaks
day to day
night by night
giving it up
this is it
as good as it gets
past present future
a snare and a delusion
six am and I am not responsible
but it gnaws at my heart
I haunt
I desire
I am not
but these are my good old days
christ hester I have no idea what this is
maybe just a go
I o u 1
hug
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hester_prynne

Post by hester_prynne » November 23rd, 2005, 2:56 pm

"All is never is never what we feel at that one moment"
Too true Cec, and very comforting to be reminded of.
Thank you.

Necco stains. Mmmmmmmm. Got Necco stains in my gut for sure.

Still, I have no idea what this is either. When I wrote this I was watching myself from the ceiling.

Thanks for reading me, I appreciate exposing my darker side and not catching hell for it.....

Happy Thanksgiving!
H 8)

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Post by tinkerjack » November 27th, 2005, 2:11 pm

I hardly ever drink, the Jim Beam and kandy korn was just a lonely death wish. I been looking at my self with the eyes of an old man.

Shifting gears
I won't count the years
I am going to live until I die
who knows
how long?
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Post by WIREMAN » November 27th, 2005, 3:11 pm

a lil squeeze....
a bit of got me
down on my knees....
a whole lotta
baby please,

knowing it'll be
my time....
all will flow,
be like a happy
nursery rhyme,

better yet my stock
in trade,
on the top of
my game
in one venture
while in my personal
life everyone's
saying, "ain't it a shame."

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Post by tinkerjack » November 28th, 2005, 1:18 pm

lets GO creative
ragdolls and stretch marks
she was amused because I asked her what those marks were on her abdomen, just above that gut brain of hers. lazy boy can not take the time and effort to google the japanese business man practice of SanyO? sinyo? sonya? no idea but primarlily practiced by men. I would think women would be even better at it because they got so much more in their belly to think with.

a ragdoll for stella, happy Hanucka kid
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Re: Ragdoll

Post by Axanderdeath » November 28th, 2005, 4:55 pm

hester prynne wrote:Ragdoll.
Middle aged.
Suction-cupped,
to lumpy sofa.
Disgusting ashtray.
Coffee spilt.
Crumpled papers
strewn cross
wood plank floor.
Frustrated attempts,
to talk to you.

Ragdoll.
Disengaged.
Voodoo connection,
big screen tv.
Crackerjacks.
Necco wafers.
Bewildered heart
bleeding pure
broken dreams.
Pining, hoping, longing,
for a little squeeze.
your couch is middle aged
you look like-like 16???
thus spoke G.A.P.

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