How’s the week going and all that jazz? Erm, I found in my archives, some my micro poetry that ThinkTank, NerdyChique and I were messing about with a couple of months ago. So I decided to share it. I’m sure ‘Tank doesn’t even remember he wrote this. We picked ten topics to write about, and here’s how it turned out.
Enjoy (I hope)
NerdyChique: One, two, three, four, five
This is how I learnt to count
Mum leaning down my neck
ThinkTank: Five brothers, different in every way
Grown from the same roots and bound together…
Together, they grasp, feel, hold, more than words can ever hope to say
Panda: Digits fuse solid/Fingers bond unbreakable/Holding us as on
NerdyChique: You don’t speak to me,
Are you just cold towards me?
Or same with others?
ThinkTank: This cold is more intense than I can feel
She tastes like metal, smells like glass and appears to be black
Or perhaps that is death, finally come to snatch me from her
Pand: Layer my heart to keep it from breaking
Winds blow through the halls of my soul
No warmth can be found here
NerdyChique: It’s the broad smile
The glimmer in your bright eyes
The joy I bring you
ThinkTank: Which of these shall know more joy?
The child who has just received that special toy?
Or the villain whose nemesis has finally fallen for his ploy?
Panda: The leap of my soul/Little kids dance in summer/A smile lights my face
NerdyChique: Fingers entwined, head on chest
Hand in small of back
Moving as a unit to the rhythm of their love
ThinkTank: She moves like a fairy on a bright midsummer’s night
Such grace as she concludes her dance with a pirouette
I stand, smile, and applaud the woman I shall bed tonight
Panda Together we move/To the rhythm we converse/While the rest cheer on
NerdyChique: That half-hearted kiss/Said it all for you/You walked away when you kissed him.
ThinkTank: It’s not the knife lodged firmly in my back
It’s not this life, its pressures under which many crack
It’s that the knife, the life, they belong to you.
Panda: She thought they were friends/She sold her out for some fame/Now she knows better
NerdyChique: Freely they stream away/Taking the emotion with them/Time to rise and fight
ThinkTank: They fall from my face like angels falling from grace
Each one shattering as it hits the ground and breaking like my dreams before them
Dreams of you and me and what we could be if only you would just love me
Panda: They fall from your face/But strangely, my eyes are dry/Tell me why you cry
NerdyChique: We wanted to do it right
This release of out innermost desires
So we waited till we were married
ThinkTank: Excitement. Apprehension. A kiss. A Touch.
Heartbeats quicken. Clothes unfasten. A Rush.
Hesitation. The Protection. Then the Thrusts.
Panda: Our bodies come together
As we give each other pain and pleasure
And soak the sheets with coital feats
NerdyChique: Take me on a trip,
Despair, joy, spirituality closely following
My music player on shuffle
ThinkTank: Of all the manifestations of the muses
It is music my heart chooses and uses…
To soothe the bruises from its many abuses.
Panda: Melodic sounds that soak the senses
Tunes to inspire and lift our souls higher
Lose yourself as you listen to the voices
NerdyChique: Signs of hope, promise
Connecting unreachable areas, hearts,
Man-made wonders called bridges.
ThinkTank: We were built by the hands of men to connect their lands
If but we were able to to connect their hearts
Then could we, with satisfaction say our work was done.
Panda: Broken in some parts/Yet they still take me across/Where I need to be
NerdyChique: “They made me sneeze, idiot”
I only wanted to prove I love her
But flowers make her sneeze
ThinkTank: Invaders sneak in as fine dust is sprinkled
I feel a tingle; my nose is wrinkled as it is tickled
Explosion! Invaders are expelled, with air, comingled.
Panda: It comes without warning
Closed eyes and an explosive sigh
Followed by random blessings and Kleenex offerings
Remember, constructive criticism is good.