chrisja poetry - sharp and sweet

the diving poet plummets from great height to shatter at dangerous speed the surface of words spread serenely below with the mass of a falling body shaped like an arrow arms outstretched hands joined in prayerful supplication a human javelin in gravity’s slingshot smashing the calm of words with... Sign in to see full entry.

in the cave of the heart the mother cradles her baby so carefully the heart is a hidden vault to house the sacred mother and the new life born the mother with child is taken with care into the deeper dark away from public eyes away from celebrations marking the wondrous creation away from noise and... Sign in to see full entry.

me and muscley mary skipped to the dairy the owner's name was thin jim and this is what we said to him milk shake shake shake milk shake shake shake give us give us a milk... shake shake shake _________________________________ happyhappy betty ok, end of week 5, this face is happyhappy betty becos... Sign in to see full entry.

oh how we all love a good story bouncer gets head-butted I hear retold to liven up a breakfast gathering we wake up in the morning and organise our niceties and put everything in order in preparation and readiness for the good story the bashings muggings blastings rumblings stumblings uglies of the... Sign in to see full entry.

I went to Wokka Wokka which is further up the coast and I saw a kingsize crocka eating pygmy toes on toast so I wished very politely that he have a pleasant day and I turned myself quite spritely and tippy-toed away but that monstrous mashy fellow having mealtime on his mind decided to annoy me by... Sign in to see full entry.

what love is this that spiral threads the avenue with untimely stepping picking up and putting down its dainty little hobnailed feet on hoping hearts pulled open and waiting for the crushing boot of delicately dancing drunken laughing love what love is this that twists and curves its cunning little... Sign in to see full entry.

she loved attention she loved touch she loved risk she hated being kept waiting she hated her boyfriend (sometimes) she hated rivalry and I was her conquest (amongst others) [ inspired by a greater and far more delicate poem by anna akhmatova ] Sign in to see full entry.

love victim alone in her nunnery embraced by the virtual arms of her lord caught up in the throes of biological passion evading the wretched itch fighting the urge to scratch maid in heaven on her forehead pasted passion wasted left untasted comfort the habit with the mantle divine Sign in to see full entry.

muesli banana strawberries blueberries mandarin grapes greek coconut yoghurt milk dark chocolate scraped on top YUMMM that'll wake my bowels up while I limber some of my vowels up _________________________________________ hacidic betty ok, end of week 4, betty face #4 is called hacidic betty becos... Sign in to see full entry.

chain me to the steel of the ever-turning wheel make me reel beneath the feel of fantansan once upon a time there were things that shone and things that crawled the Earth was black and the Sun wore woollen overalls tongues flapped around in mouths containing many heavy teeth all through the day and... Sign in to see full entry.