GROOVY FICTION

Saturday, May 12, 2018

clicking poems:

Splash Like youth I’ve seen ducks in the suburbs, splashing in the lake and to my shoes they waddle because there’s a lot of fish in the sea, but how much food live in the lake? Old now I walk across the bridge on the sidewalk in the city past the birches and grasses of a park called after the name... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Have you found any supermarket food brands that are really good loves?

I drove my Mazda6 into the driveway with Spring. She was spoiled by the playground slides in Evergreen Park behind Townee Center. We found Willis, jerking around on my front lawn. The USPS SUV was parked in front. The mail of my neighbors and I guessed myself was scattered on it B The Saturday Night... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 5, 2018

when gardens whisper in the wind gossip from lily tulips and lilacs on the make T A THE MONDAY POSTRAKII 🐘 R 🎸🎸🎸 u clicking poems 🍄 THE COWBELL In the 50’s the beatniks in Greenwich Village got off the city street into the mean club, telling the story of their fathers to their age, trashing... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 4, 2018

Can both city and country plantings be enjoyed, shopping, or in a café love

🌇 P Today enjoy my Town & Country theme: I almost had an excerpt! 🌸 The Thursday Times Blog Review A) BILL’S REVUE 🎒 ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ 🚀 P M usicana AT THE MOVIES 👽 Fashion Show Scene 🍁 From Liquid Sky 🍇 (Directed by Slava Tsukerman. 1982. Cinevista) 🍇 (... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Clicking poems: 'Under the Bridge'

Under the 59 th Street bridge Strolling past the Bridgemarket, The browns, and the rust brick façade Like father and daughter live still The family wanders past the balloons On the hospital volunteer with a puppet in his hand To Janie in the Cornell Medical Center With the brown rust brick hair Like... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 30, 2018

clicking poems:

SPRINGMUSIC After the snowing on our winter world of romance after Jack Frost and Mother Nature dance when the snow falls on the yellow crocus when you look cold the first warmth’s my hope for us a robin, stand-in on the thawing ground in February’s as likely as your love I found when the last... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 28, 2018

clicking poems...

Love on street that’s my veins drive me mad Sunday dater, blowing the horn in front seat with road map laid out mentally, going to eat from your menu, doing anything desired by my headlights, dreaming for energy to get ahead. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 27, 2018

clicking poems: 'Ode to the Unrecorded'

Never, going where fate is bluer than the new translucent gear 🐦 Ode to the Unrecorded Robins fly and walk on the green where white Dutch clover smokes a ring on the bluest blue Kentucky bluegrass you’ve ever seen not for any Disney but to feast on earthworms in spring. Radios, TVs, and phones in a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

clicking poems:

The hills are alive with the splash of blossoms, snowy white flowering pears, a cherry pink cloud mast, a blue and white pond of grape hyacinths, and rings of yellow daffodils around chartreuse trees. A 😎 Billy Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

he wears for his own wings an orange woolen sweater

❁ leaving butterfly weed ❁ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asclepias_tuberosa Ah the beautiful butterfly of summer’s quite the Ugly Duckling of Hans Christian Anderson if the gentleman had made a reality show; oh, really the gardener’s companion on a snapdragon so resting and gathering pollen while... Sign in to see full entry.

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