Scriber's Night Game

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Sunday, April 8, 2007

Dahnsing Groom...

Dahnsing Groom... De poetic loves Likes thu dawning sun which steals mu heart, and plays my libido like a mastro; as wind blow blossoms flit away and leaves unfold in gold and yello; as animals awake and do der thang, as doves flew from hearts tender ter you again fo breaded crumbs, I already puts... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Long Distance Love...

She seems serious mien asks de Brome, ” What kind man black nor white or brown say rich nor poor dat calls collect his love or whore? See Brome, I’m involved with royalty calling for love talk on me.” He's nor surprise, broadminded, thinks we's all be times justifies and telling lies on lies. Born... Sign in to see full entry.

Comin From or Going To...

Another day, I'm thinking as I, for decorum sake, wake put on my pin stripe suit and tie right, slip into shiny pointee toe shoes a little tight, but alligator skin win de compliments. I move on ter Big Jim Executive Barber Shop for a power trim...Right, He know ter "Make sure de ear don't show..."... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

My Mistake...

My Mistake... He see dark tone long legs ahead, easily up the steep stone steps into the Welcome room; thru down time ter the Psychology tomb uf Lincoln Library. Intrigued by the heavy covering see encasing her big shapely black legs, he follo, hoping uh chance hello, perhaps question in kind... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Thu Imperfect Bard...

He hone de craft writing under a purple tree with purple ink stains on matching finger bone, now seem tober unfortunate and best been avoided. The purple turn ter blau norways and green leaves gorn on to brawn. The brook by the wayside sure to invade de rhyme start babbling near round din din time.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Down From The Trees...

what fo yer walk upright like a mans, heed de calls of polite conversation, getting on with civilization? See criss cross fum unblinking eye balls. Could be hairy fo de human race; ok ter my lower taste; gots de ability to grunt intelligently, and sound count to three good as yer ner me. Ner tactile... Sign in to see full entry.

A Southern Fable...

The reaction to my poem and comments about "crying in the rain," and "get a room" etc., reminds me of this Southern Fable: In the old days, seems every time a southern politician got into deep trouble, the town courthouse, with all the paper records and evidence, burned down, and the politician in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Morning Comes...

In a day of foolings, and fake feelings, on chocolate party madness, on triteness neer forgivin; he walkin thin line on tippy toes, near living; like de imaginary cretons usually. Demand a hearing in his dreams at night; look with him thru hollow window panes den fade from sight as morning comes...... Sign in to see full entry.

When Opportunity Knocks...

She moved to the bed, in the smallish room and stood now poised just over his head, clean and shivering in de evening gloom, broad thighs spread and for a second seen there exposed the ultimate sexual vision obscene for his eyes alone. She, as if in a take time trance, lean kiss him, full big lips... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Bettern U Stay in Bed...

Wow, did you ever get the feelin, better'n yer had stay in bed? Like take today, please. "Code Red, Code Red." one threatening comment one block, maybe two, surcease and desist de bablin brook poetry. Haven't check de lover poet. But he almost always follo blau thru when de bablin brook do. Well,... Sign in to see full entry.

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