Just Another Forum http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/forums/2 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Sun, 08 Nov 2009 09:54:45 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 Yuku http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/forums/2 Yuku - free hosted forums and profiles 88 31 {pics-1.1 "http://www.icra.org/ratingsv02.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (nz 1 vz 1 lz 1 oz 1 cz 1 ) "http://www.rsac.org/ratingsv01.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (n 0 s 0 v 0 l 0 )) Search Search Domain q http://yuku.com/search/direct/ <![CDATA[ the best time ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4696/t/the-best-time.html saturday nite time
flows thru generations
of discontent rules
the dance floor

sparkles, spears
of neon sizzle
wands of swizzle
sticks in your throat

ripples thru curves
of art deco contours
aching for the punch
of fractured shadows

every pots got different thots

just hadda get that out
while it was in town

abuzz with squares
the apex of the circle

surrounds, encapsulates... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hushush8) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4696 Sun, 08 Nov 2009 01:06:32 GMT <![CDATA[ Pussy Cat Rag ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4695/t/Pussy-Cat-Rag.html when I read Tash's cat poem.

Pussy Cat Rag

When the cat glides in
from the rain and rubs
against my leg
I reach down to stroke

her fur; it adheres
in twisted strands
to my skin, which I wipe
on a dish-towel

for you to find
when you are drying
plates and cups
from dinner and you yell

who the hell got cat
hair on... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dragon108) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4695 Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:55:32 GMT <![CDATA[ Identity ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4694/t/Identity.html Chosen Identity:

definition: defining
parameters: edgy
outline: sketchy
edges: parametric: a constant or variable term
in a function that determines the specific form
of the function but not its general nature.

cortex: white star
medulla: Easter eggs
fringe: Mexican bobbles
intermittent extensions: fingertip control
micro-biology: cellular exposure: Non-targeted
and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (justagirltoo) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4694 Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:17:49 GMT <![CDATA[ What We Now Call Don ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4692/t/What-We-Now-Call-Don.html image
(dry celery--a micrograph)


A path
through a field of stardust,
quasi-static
the quantities
keep changing.

A team who
measures magnets
may someday find me,
a crease in blank memory.
]]> feeds@yuku.com (Don Schaeffer) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4692 Fri, 06 Nov 2009 06:09:40 GMT <![CDATA[ my cat is not a puss ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4691/t/my-cat-is-not-a-puss.html
she eats the jalapeno

on

her

bologna




]]> feeds@yuku.com (Tasha1) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4691 Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:30:23 GMT <![CDATA[ Untitled ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4688/t/Untitled.html Salt in open wounds
Cats climb moss covered pillowcases
To a sky of despair

Tuna dinners don't travel well
Stuffed in suitcases of gold

[I'm thinking of adding something about a worn polyester scratching post, but I'm having trouble making it fit just right. Don't want to ruin the flow here.]
]]> feeds@yuku.com (OuijaBroad) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4688 Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:45:55 GMT <![CDATA[ body slam ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4684/t/body-slam.html heaven turns to old fruit
and I am here
in rusted aluminum cans burning in
the ash trays of memory

this ticker-tape parade earth
has no streamers
no confetti
just blank verse
old smiles
artificial steps
cob web wigs

I look to the anchored sky
to graffiti covered sails
where the paint goes farther than the boat

the boot of reason
fits no man's foot
it only walks the tortured glass grass
... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (OCTOGENARIAN) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4684 Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:02:20 GMT <![CDATA[ my first poem in at least 4 months ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4683/t/my-first-poem-in-at-least-4-months.html
Remember to wear a wide-brimmed hat.
Our church family knows absentia's
flowered wilderness. Beyond twilight's
skulking pigeon. Your musts echo.
Trying on the fats. An embrace

embrocated. Yellow tomatoes tremble. A
flush gust flurries. The swollen licorice
whips. Mores the pills swallowed. Solicitous
as auld crass. Runs in my empathy. Dour
perpendicular self. Teas fresh morals.
]]> feeds@yuku.com (Ms Deidre) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4683 Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:30:24 GMT <![CDATA[ got a short? ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4678/t/got-a-short-.html here!


have some fun for cryin out loud!


image


]]> feeds@yuku.com (Tasha1) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4678 Tue, 03 Nov 2009 15:35:43 GMT <![CDATA[ kat ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4675/t/kat.html kat just left
for work after
slacking off till
midnite full moon
pulls at her

addictions

get that sweet ass
polished in neon, hit
the switch bitch, get
back on the stroll thru
slice of shadow, these
thots twist her spirit

just knocked
on my window
on her way
back in. its
the start of
getting late
time of day

to stop writing
at the end
of this poem...

... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hushush8) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4675 Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:08:39 GMT <![CDATA[ Spider in the Window Frame ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4672/t/Spider-in-the-Window-Frame.html image


Even the ones
who say they don't trust
have sticky insides,

tear away at risk
of internal rips. We
never get away easily.

This is a planet
of pull-me push. Sticky
webs stretch and hold.
... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Don Schaeffer) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4672 Sun, 01 Nov 2009 09:27:15 GMT <![CDATA[ Jack of the Lantern ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4670/t/Jack-of-the-Lantern.html trickster of the green, how he called upon
the Devil to pluck the last ripe plum
from the top of the orchard.

Now the Devil climbs and Jack, he burns
a twisted Cross at the foot of the chosen tree.
Now, here's ol' Devil trapped and right
sore pissed for weeks.

Weeks and then a storm, of course
and our old tree, it topples and Devil, why
he runs wild and free. Everything gets worse.... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dragon108) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4670 Sat, 31 Oct 2009 13:39:22 GMT <![CDATA[ black robin ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4669/t/black-robin.html you are my black robin
an undeserved fire
to my trembling eyes

your cracked claw fingers
your hesitant chirp-
the harmony of loneliness

your red breast stabs at mortality
I am pale against this fervor

blue lightning is coming
as dusk rustles in September trees
that already dream of green

little parched bird,
with songs in black water... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (OCTOGENARIAN) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4669 Sat, 31 Oct 2009 07:20:57 GMT <![CDATA[ Self Concept on Halloween ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4668/t/Self-Concept-on-Halloween.html


Bad stuff doer
wierd old man
mad bus photographer
street rider
waiting to be wiped out by Autumn.

I tell the waitress how
I always wanted to be a criminal
or at least look like one
wearing black coat and balaclava
with goggles under my helmet.


"criminals don't wear helmets,"
she says, original and poetic.
I tell her,
"Damn."

]]> feeds@yuku.com (Don Schaeffer) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4668 Sat, 31 Oct 2009 06:15:17 GMT <![CDATA[ goodbye ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4667/t/goodbye.html I prefer
the intimancy
of the blade

up close
& personal
with a quick
twist leaves
eyes lose
focus vanish
with soft
gurgles of life
disappears into
silos of the
point of no
return to sender

address
unknown, drifting
thru fates
of faith, just

another name
for belief systems
of after lives
rigid & waxen

with

embalming fluids
of... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hushush8) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4667 Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:50:58 GMT <![CDATA[ Roadside Barber Certified in Chainsaw But Experienced in Nasty Cuts (revised) ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4662/t/Roadside-Barber-Certified--Chainsaw--Experienced--Nasty-Cuts.html Revised:

See me sitting in a pumpkin patch. If you'd showed up I'd never realized feelings wave long curly leg hair in the night breeze.

http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4662 Thu, 29 Oct 2009 00:59:30 GMT <![CDATA[ Tuesday Poems ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4659/t/Tuesday-Poems.html That's Me
The nuttinesses
hidden away in little things I write and dream
are nuggets of salvation

I'll never give them up.
All my strange theories which hung
together out of childish reveries.

feeds@yuku.com (Don Schaeffer) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4659 Wed, 28 Oct 2009 04:34:45 GMT <![CDATA[ title in text ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4656/t/title-in-text.html to palpitate a dream. to cramp me.
waiting for the centipedes. they chew
my follicles. they don't. exist. waiting
for the day. light. this is nothing new.
I promise to remember what I said.
just having a look. always curious
about this process of chemicals
the starved neurons. synapse
of old junctions, neon lips,
birthmarks. fingernails
boxed in cedar.
temporal.
.
.
.
.
Waiting for the Sweat... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dragon108) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4656 Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:31:41 GMT <![CDATA[ no stealing froot loops ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4653/t/no-stealing-froot-loops.html The border a spherical line, the separation of space and time,
I can see it all with clarity, separation of life and singularity.
"Above the border of this horizon" trapped just above this event horizon.
Nothing shines there is no light, escape velocity greater than light.
No sounds or echoes can be... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Aunor) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4653 Mon, 26 Oct 2009 22:04:28 GMT <![CDATA[ ballad to a familiar stranger ]]> http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4651/t/ballad-to-a-familiar-stranger.html in the music of the hawk
I am a passing stranger
in your crowded mind

where are my pines?
give me their silence
only the dirt has settled across my eyes

do you own my memory?
is it on a quiet mountain
sloped with teeth and yarn?

meet me at resting lilacs
the air here is no longer sweet
like soft June in her hair

who are you lost stranger
with miles in your face
... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (OCTOGENARIAN) http://saltydreamsbook2.yuku.com/topic/4651 Mon, 26 Oct 2009 17:02:59 GMT