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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Donut on: July 09, 2018, 05:13:26 PM
Donut   
Neon lit tarmac, Tesco car-park
Gerry Mac  thinks he's all that
and so does fat  Janice
Honda civic, chocolate engine, leather trim, lowered sus
and all the gear
the lads gather .. the girls collude
and all to watch such  possibilities
spinning in tiny infinities
rubber burning smoke
fuel fumes
donut
done it
done.....................
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Doctor on: June 12, 2018, 04:37:57 PM
Doctor Doctor! 
my words are repeating
again and again
again and again
"Hmmm"
He said
"I see"
"try this"
"repeat after me"

"my words are not repeating "
my words are not repeating

"it's just the way that I've been eating"
it's just the way that I've been eating

"I must  learn to masticate  and conjugate" 
I must  learn to masticate  and conjugate 

"and take my time to ruminate"
and take my time to ruminate

"so take these purple pills and call me in the morning"
so take these purple pills and call me in the morning


Doctor Doctor!
my words are all repeating......
3  ObjectWriting / Tech Support / Re: are all the march prompts going to be the same as february's? on: June 10, 2018, 05:53:49 AM
Bumpety Bump Bump
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / String on: May 25, 2018, 04:59:42 PM
It was at the ball
       that  it all
started to un ravel
     he said she said
 gimme that
             this way  that way
 up             down
                  soon we were tied up in knots
How long?
      further longer
                           feet
                                       yards
                                            light years
I could feel the burn between my fingers
       and the feeling of something out of my control
stretched higher and tighter
 like the magnet sun and a metal  box attached to  a piece of this  stuff
the  ..........tension
      taut like the wires
 of a guitar
                                                   but no control
                           no music
arms ache like  a weight lifter's 
 mind like  like a  pilot
   losing control 
 feel the wind
hush my ear
 cool my  face
burn my hand
   then it forced this kite to land
                                                         and
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Hammock on: May 18, 2018, 08:37:32 PM
Parachute silk
its made of
supposedly like
falling out of the clouds
the smoothest descent
softest landing on your ass
lingerie  in space  
at first im sceptical
easing in
easy now
balance
the swing  ging  thing
side to side
to and fro left to right
melts the feelings i felt before
and oh  yes there it is
the sweet spot .
weightless  in space
 do not disturb
 and then then ends the thers mefmf ewfcaxxxxxxxxxxx,;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.................
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Brownie on: May 16, 2018, 05:00:23 AM
sticky sweet rich moist  warm still steaming 
church fete, tray bake, cake sale  brownie
summer sun dapples trees, apple  pies,  cool breeze ,
almost every thing else is a world away,
little death by decadance
and implications thereof
fat  ass tooth rot  temptacious treat
chocolaty aroma  wraps in  blankety  food comfort
ice cream on top
melting on the hot  choclate sauce dripping 
mingling mmmmmmmmmmm
making new delights
to embrace the tongue
and threaten the teeth .
recipe on page 23...............
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / spy 37 on: May 11, 2018, 07:45:38 PM
spy 37   
come in
your time is up!
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Omelette on: May 01, 2018, 03:17:12 AM
Thanks   Grin
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Omelette on: April 27, 2018, 04:23:01 PM
Mise en place!
was the cry.
fail to prepare,
and you prefer to fail.
onions,
diced and fried,
the need for tears,
fresh green parsley grasped in bundles
and chopped
the earthy smell
says all is well.
season the pan
hot and salted
wiped clean and oiled.
ham hits the pan
sizzles spits fizzles in fits,
add onions, tomatoes,  
and fire sprites arise,
byebye eyebrows.
shake it,  flip it,  
shimmy,
make it like a song.
a yellow waltz
make it dance.
give it legs,
but always you must break eggs.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Pipe Organ. on: April 27, 2018, 04:06:21 PM
I long to hear it play the blues.
old fingers on the keys  control
the  movement of music coloured air
and twist it to form in the wood,
forced hot  through cold chill  shiny  tubes
and then to freedom in sound .
human voices raised
high in praise
The taste of God on the tongue
oscilate, vibrate,
reverberate, resonate.
I can almost see
the spirits of somewhere else
stirr and spin around the room
and be absorbed into the walls,
in some  Harry potterish way.
but I long to hear it play
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bathtub on: April 24, 2018, 10:55:32 PM
It had been avocado green
but someone had painted it white once
in a vain attempt to make it seem what it was not .
The paint cracked and chipped mottled
and falling away now as it restates its colour.
Filled with compost and planted with  herbs
sweet marjoram, thyme ,cilantro.
heady scents infuse and confuse
as I search for weeds amongst the growth.
the grass grew up under and around it,
embracing it,
the earth claims it for its own.
Smell of woodsmoke wafts
A burgundy Wolseley serves as a greenhouse,
bright red tomatoes and peppers,
strawberrys on the dash.
Someone calls my name,
It is Jane.
I feel more alive now,
standing in the Kimmage garden
weeding and waiting for lunch.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cotton candy on: April 21, 2018, 07:30:19 PM
We call it candy floss where I come from
though its really not so good for your teeth.
I remember the sweet smell
You can actually smell sugar ?
I was quite  surprised
A wooden stick  poked into the whirly machine
the mmmmagic wand.
Incantations are made, stirring gestures  
and presto,
candy floss.
pretty,
pink,
fluffy soft that curiously  turns hard as you bite into it.
but sweet
(Kinda like my wife)
gotta shoot the ring off the bottle !
and get the cuddly toy!
the  man on the waltzer!
does the mad tango.




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13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Diary on: April 19, 2018, 05:19:10 PM
The drunken diary
bleating heart
between the lines there is nothing
but spaces
wasted words
worries and wounds
stutters  shutters 
shut up
things that cannot be said
for fear of
words
that
hurt
storms of razor blades
spittle bombs
you are not
the truth
not you
are  not
you.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stone on: April 16, 2018, 11:36:48 PM
heart made of stone 
like a flint knife
chiseled sharpened
drenched with frothing bright red
slash and slice
sever flesh from bone
odour of fear in the air
the metallic  taste.
the cathedrals jagged lines points out the grey sky
generations placed stone upon stone upon stone
and now it embodies the thing
we fear and desire most
hard and cold
brittle
sharpened over years
heart made of stone.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spy on: April 11, 2018, 05:16:41 PM
Dont give the game away
Shame!
steamy windows and low light
strain on the eyes (ears fine)
shapes move in the hazey dusk
like lumpy  jelly in the  milky way.
they're in the hay!
The window is my telescope,
the wormhole between worlds.
Damned cold has invaded my feet
and reached my knees.
Still
I have my orders
my camera apparatus is efficient,
lenses clean.
Red blood races round and round
I feel it in my cheeks, hear it in my ears
blushing but not balking, listening not talking
My man needs to know?
what is what?
who is who ?
and where and when?
I was he who was there
then.
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