2:49 a.m.

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Vintage Words

  

Five users and thirty-five guests

on line at such an early hour. I

forget that the site is world-wide

and that it is morning or afternoon,

out there in Postpoem reader's realm;

and a great time for reading poems.

  

I'm going to go soon, drank coffee

late and decided to spend time

reading. Found some good ones. I

always do, only not at 2:49 a.m

as a rule.

  

allets

02-24-13

249a

  

 

 

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SSmoothie's picture

Ive been there. Lots! Im on

Ive been there. Lots! Im on my phone mostly cause productions femand so much of your physicality and instant clarification and feed back. I get worn out some days my lips just wont move anymore. I get in on pp during brakes during rare longer breaks i even get to comment. But late late late at night when im irked with ink syndrome i write them as a good night prayer. :) hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

allets's picture

Poem Prayer

A poem as a prayer
works as an answer
to any blue day
today or any day.
.
Praying in verse
there is a reply near
that answers that
practice. It goes:
I ain't mad at cha!
.
We are cursed
with being busy
meeting the toil
of our choices.
A prayer poemed?
I'm sure God
is a fan.
.
Lady A
06-22-15
859p
.


 

 

bishu's picture

Just had brunch with 28 guests and 5 users

Respected Madam Allets.... Nice contemplation.BTW Cactus and Bern think I'm bald. Please aske Carl or Peter or Hemaidy to remove their doubts. Not that I care Laughing

~Salted poisoned balded friend B~


©bishu 

 

allets's picture

And Where Did This Myth Arise?

I always think of you with hair. Maybe it's a Popeye flash back, or the severely receding hairline. I also hear there is a tattoo (Popeye with caption - Spinach Lives!), but that is rumor. Interestingly, I was considering putting up a late pix of myself, severely receding hairline, no tats (yet) but lots of white hair that used to be a rich black as I am sure yours is now. Let us put an end to rumors about your bald head once and for all - Maybe it is a reference to this guy Foot in Mouth Or not. With greatest affection and a bit of playing the devils advocate - I am, your equally balding versifyer - Lady A

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psst: Bern is bald. Did you know? :D  ~A~

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baniv's picture

Captivating

Wonderfully written Stella! :-)

 

~bani


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Poetry Is Fun!

Thanks for stopping by for the verse visit my new friend, Bani, your new friend, Akka


 

 

schmuckjones's picture

I'm drinking coffee right meow

While reading lovely poems,  although theres something about the midnight twilight that puts a nocturnal light on the night inside the words reverberated thru the psyche's sight.  Am I right?

allets's picture

Wrong

It's the coffee - way too strong. Midnight twilight is a nice turn of poetic creativation. My psyche had gone to sleep hours ago. Nocturnal light is the onset of hangover - Oh, no! I mean the onset of inspiration - that haze surrounding the lamplit evening. I'm thinking: dreaming waking or nearly sleeply deeply seeking. I learned long ago: there is no right only write! Wrong is just that and attached to you is a Nikki Giovanni comment: "...I am so hip my errors are perfect..." Ego Tripping. U Rock! ~Stella~