Sad Cafe by Rene Hunter

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Sad Cafe
Rene Hunter[author’s site]

Autumn leaves have begun to fall.
Late October London is ablaze in
hues of orange and purple.
On my bench by the river I daydream
that I am an adolescent reptile
escaped from Kafka’s Die Verwanlung
laid back basking in the sun.
The air is layered in cologne,
men do notinterest me now.
I am content to casually observe.
To my advantage I know all about them
while they know so little about me.
Thinking of you against my wishes,
dying a little, dead all the sweet hope
and dreams never realized, I imagine my
earthly body padded,sat beside yours
on a grassy knoll breathing in the scent of lilac
and the mossy green River Delta.
In the dark I am nude but for a shadow
across my torso.
You are so near and to distract myself
from…

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Brazilian R’s

Remember that starry night kissing the bending sky? We made it all the way to Mexico. A thousand miles later we hit the border swinging on a breeze heading straight for the coast. It was there you taught me the impossibility of Brazilian R’s and later we read Neruda’s Caballero Solo just for practice.

We were leaving each other more and more and there was no way to hold you back. Your soul was bound to die and mine to watch. Years later I found you stretched out in your messed up sheets your eyes starring into a distant galaxy.

The Mother’s Day Flower Committee are ready for Mother’s Day. They have been handing out flowers, to the hens, all morning along.

Happy Mother’s Day 🌹

Rethinking Life

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Otherworld Adventure

It is dark and cold and otherworldly deep in Goth World. With the help of multi-gifted Resa and her AGM’s , will Shey Goth return to the light and once again spread beauty throughout the Art Gown World?
Find out at the original … more beauty and wonderful music can be found there.

Art Gowns

Princess Blue Holly descended gracefully into Otherworld.

She was led by her Tangle-Heart. A moonless night was falling, as it watched over the defoliated magic trees.

Upon arrival, Blue Holly adopted the garb of the common peoples of Otherworld. She wandered tirelessly through a dark, eternal 3 a.m., searching for SheyGoth.

At first the song was far away, but PBH followed the music. AGM Shey was an incurable romantic. She was sure SheyGoth was behind the music.

As PBH drew near to SheyGoth, DracGoth intercepted.

“Princess Blue, I call you out! You are not in your league here. You have few powers to do anything. SheyGoth is here of her own free will. She can only leave of her own free will. We are Otherworld lovers.”

Blue Holly faced him dead on, albeit a tad cheeky.

“Was it the red hair that tipped you off? Look, I just want to…

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You and I

Gently winding

the current that we sail

softly gliding

this way –

no, fly there.

Hearts beating,  throats

pulsing, supernovae bursting

more brilliant than the sun.

Alone i become

the pulpy heart of a

sand piper begging salt

with soulful eyes

whose cry unravels

the deepest maze or

 spun gold coils.

You and I ,

the sky and sea,

and we the cord strung between.

golden hare

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And forget not

that the Earth delights

to feel your bare feet

and the winds long

to play with your hair

…….Kahlil Gibran

When I was a child I had two pet rabbits. Their hutch was kept in the garage during the winter. One snowy morning I looked out a window in the front of our house and saw my miniature dachshund Hannah running down the street along side one of my rabbits holding onto one of his ears with her mouth. She had rescued the rabbit from the perils of escape we shortly found the second rabbit on a neighbor’s back porch stoop. Catastrophe averted. There were no leash laws nor animal permits many years ago. Also house and car doors were not locked. I was permitted from a very early age to spend the day alone in the woods. I wish that I could give…

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Boogapony – Hip Trip on Route 66

Resa has taken us for a ride along Route 66 and it’s fabulous! Be there or be square! 🍹

Graffiti Lux Art & More

It’s official!Boogapony Holly is on tour! After ponying on down to a slew of Chicago’s street art, she took off in a Paco Rabanne chain link mini dress w/ Go-Go boots.

She bought this art car, to make the trip to Monterey, California. Although 54 years late to the summer of love party, its spirit beckoned.

Celeste bagged the job of driving Boogapoy’s old van. Along with on loading, off loading and setting up, she’s a pretty good back up dancer; a true Poniette.

Don’t miss the magic,as they hit some of the nation’s sweetest street art and attractions along Route 66.

Miles of Route 66 are un-drivable. Interstate detours are necessary. In Missouri, over 300 miles run SW from St. Louis to Joplin. Fab diners & vintage roadside attractions are all waiting for the Boogapony experience & photo op.

St. Louis to Tulsa is the heart of…

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red dawn

House of Heart

entwined,
interlacing tendrils weaving
desert sand,  bodies
stretching, giving way,
every ripple replicated
In the amber sand.
The night desert is damp
With dewdrops of sweet dreams
where each sigh is a vow.
Silently I inscribe
Arabesque across the grain of your skin so when you awaken you will remember.

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Night Music

Your jeans are tight on your thighs,  you are unshaven, I think you are beautiful.   I’m surprised that I notice,  I never really see you anymore.  We linger by  the duck pond where you pull a packet of bread crumbs from your back pocket. Feathery creatures  rush up as though they know you.   Lately when we make love it is without  passion. My mind wanders to other men I’ve known, I wonder about them, where they are, what became of them.   I never want you to know. You are pure,  trusting,  so naive darling it it is frightening.  Lovers pass by, they don’t speak. One is distracted, detached. The other emaciated with the eyes of a corpse, like a woman who loves but is far away. 

Chartreux

Your eyes are Himalayan  blue, they mutate like the colors of sparkling stars to a silver cold planet. Your indifference defeats me until I am nothing more than an empty  vessel sailed  away to write love letters on diaphanous sails of a windward sloop. When your nights are long and you are far from home, you may find me in the brush of a homeless Chartreux winding about your feet or in the sunflower eyes  of a  gypsy girl waiting by the harbor.

Vincent Van Gogh