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Dear Violet,
You're such a pretty flower.
and I love the way that you are often technically a weed, but you never look like one.
Such a pretty fragile little thing.
A good rain will crush you.

[much later edit: as to what I've here deleted, I never knew how to deal with Manna's seeming mean-ness. In retrospect, I wish I could have let it slide off me more]

Violetish person - I think, you think to much. You're going to get a headache.

Manna's poem reminded me of a nice love poem with a flower in the rain, in it. I was going to post it, but when I re-read it I realized there was one or two inappropriate words in it. I'll send to you.

Catieish person

If Violet is a Violetish person, and Cate has become Catieish person, does that mean I am a Mannish person?

Maybe there is some rite of passage?

Oh, no no! you need your a, a Mannaish person.

other ishes aside...

Catieish person,

Thanks for the advice (it might explain all the headaches.)

On another tangent, with the character Violet I keep thinking of Tinker Bell for some reason... remember? how all the children needed to clap for her to keep her from fading?

v-ish





[much later edit: similar to earlier notes]

I vaguely remember clapping...

Do you want us to clap for you now?

v. this is getting to be a bit much, you seem a bit high maintenance.

<clap> <clap>
<clap> <clap>

I think I should do some work.

thanks for lending your hands here... on another topic:

Catieish person,

I really liked the Bukowski poem, and didn't realize I'd like him quite so much. Who knew? He's gotten the oozy splendor of sex -- the woman's, well, flower, being opened up and ripened for that. He knows exactly what he's doing with the language, exactly what he wants to say. He knows what he wants to "preserve" in other words... in this he doesn't falter. There's nothing "foul" here, nothing "dirty"... or else the poem would be a failure.

Just because 'Violet' doesn't reside in the world of the -- well, perhaps the word is "profane," or perhaps not, depending on how you define profane -- but just because 'Violet' doesn't exist in the same "profane" world as Bukowski's poem doesn't mean that the same "laws" of love and language and meaning don't apply. All things 'Violet' would just have to have an altogether different tenor of expression, is all...

Anyway, post the poem here if you'd like -- perhaps others would like to enjoy it... [oh, I guess you can blank out the problem words... or maybe give a clue as to sound, so the reader knows what's been deleted...]

v.

[yeah, I got work to do too!!]

I thought I'd post this poem myself, wasn't sure if I needed to "fix" the male body part word, but since I did the female one I thought I should treat them equally... v.

[Later note: okay, well, Cate says the C words are a go, so here it goes...]


Like A Flower In The Rain by Charles Bukowski

I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
right hand
real short
and I began rubbing along her cunt
as she sat upright in bed
spreading lotion over her arms
face
and breasts
after bathing.
then she lit a cigarette:
"don't let this put you off,"
and smoked and continued to rub
the lotion on.
I continued to rub the cunt.
"You want an apple?" I asked.
"sure, she said, "you got one?"
but I got to her-
she began to twist
then she rolled on her side,
she was getting wet and open
like a flower in the rain.
then she rolled on her stomach
and her most beautiful ass
looked up at me
and I reached under and got the
cunt again.
she reached around and got my
cock, she rolled and twisted,
I mounted
my face falling into the mass
of red hair that overflowed
from her head
and my flattened cock entered
into the miracle.
later we joked about the lotion
and the cigarette and the apple.
then I went out and got some chicken
and shrimp and french fries and buns
and mashed potatoes and gravy and
cole slaw, and we ate. she told me
how good she felt and I told her
how good I felt and we
ate the chicken and the shrimp and the
french fries and the buns and the
mashed potatoes and the gravy and
the cole slaw too.

Violet wrote: Catieish person,

I really liked the Bukowski poem, and didn't realize I'd like him quite so much. Who knew? He's gotten the oozy splendor of sex -- the woman's, well, flower, being opened up and ripened for that. In other words he knows exactly what he's doing with the language, exactly what he wants to say. He knows what he wants to "preserve" if you will... in this he does not falter. There is nothing "foul" here, nothing "dirty"... or else the poem would be a failure.

Ozzy splendor of sex. - That's a good description.
I'm pretty new to Bukowski, some of it I really like - like this, other times I just feel like I'm watching somebody ramble or sometimes the poem just feels empty.

Just because 'Violet' does not reside in the world of the, well, perhaps the word is "profane," or perhaps not, depending on how you define profane -- but just because 'Violet' does not exist in the same "profane" world as Bukowski's poem does not mean that the same "laws" of love and language and meaning don't apply. All things 'Violet' would just have to have an altogether different tenor of expression, is all...

Um - I'm not trying to be cheeky, but I don't really get what your telling me. Is it because I gave you a content warning before the poem? I thought you'd like the poem, you don't strike me as the prudish sort - but I thought I should warn you about language just in case. Personally that's not my favourite word, but he uses it just like any other word and it just blends in.

Anyway, post the poem here if you'd like! Perhaps others would like to enjoy it... [oh, I guess you can blank out the problem words if that's in order here... or maybe give a clue as to sound, so the reader knows what's been deleted...

I'm not going to post the poem, because it's a bit raw. If your offended by the C. word you shouldn't click, although he uses it such a matter of fact way it just blends in with the other words.

The poem is pretty raw and in one way sexual but in another way almost mundane. I like the people in the poem. There's love here, but it's more like a friend type of love. I also love the food aspect at the end - it's better then the sex and more telling than describing the lovemaking, those two ate a lot they must have had a good time.

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Well Gees V. your not very patient - I just thought of how to post without offending, I was just going to give a link then you could click or not click - although your star thingys work to.
That's probably better - people are seldom offended by *.

oh V. you don't need the * - I just searched the word and 21 other people have used that word in their posts.
Like how I avoid typing it in public

Hi Cate,

It looks like we crossed posts here. I guess I misread why you brought up the poem. I've been feeling embattled lately with you and Manna, so I'm on auto defense mechanism I guess. I thought somehow you thought its language would offend or something, but I'm glad that's not the case! Whew, as I.F. would say.

Yeah, I love the end too, and for the exact same reasons...

Violet

Well if I wanted to offend you with language, I wouldn't warn you ahead of time not to read, if you would find it offensive - Silly

Plus, I'd probably just skip the poem.

note - I rarely play with people I don't like or at least find interesting.

I thought I had a guess at who you are, but now I'm not so sure.

Cate, if you are still there, why are you not so sure anymore? and what did you think you understood about me before? Yo no get it...

Violet wrote:Cate, if you are still there, why are you not so sure anymore? and what did you think you understood about me before? Yo no get it...

Oh Vi - sometimes people are other people.
Your Violet is a fictitious character, the question is are you somebody from the forum (pre-V) or are you somebody new.
My guess is that you are somebody from the forum from before, but that's only a guess.
I actually got a bit excited at first trying to guess who you were, like a game.

Wow. I am so not an internet person, that's for sure. This is actually the first time I've ever done anything like this on the internet. It was a big deal for me to write anything at this Forum to start with! I wrote a little homage of sorts to L.C. in the music section, then I waited months before posting any poems. I didn't read much in the way of threads either, and I still haven't had the time to read much (since this has become far more consuming than I'd ever intended it being.) Anyway, that's my story, for what it's worth (since obviously you know a lot more about the deception that goes on here than I ever could have imagined, since if I thought about things like that, I probably would never have started this!)

Violet