Ringelnatz telefoniert

Telefonischer Ferngruß

Ich grüße dich durchs Telefon,
Guten Morgen, du Gutes!
Ich sauge deiner Stimme Ton
In die Wurzeln meines Mutes.

Ich küsse dich durch den langen Draht.
Du Meinziges, du Liebes!
Was ich dir - nahe - je Böses tat,
Aus der Ferne bitt ich: Vergib es!

Bist du gesund? - Gut? - Was? - Wieviel? -
Nimm's leicht! - Vertraue! - Und bleibe
Mir mein. - - Wir müssen dies Wellenspiel
Abbrechen - - Nein "dir" Dank! - - Ich schreibe!

– Joachim Ringelnatz (1883-1934)

Die Gedichte und anderen Schriften von Ringelnatz sind im Buchhandel und Online-Buchhandel, z.B. Amazon, in zahlreichen Ausgaben erhältlich.

Jimmy Cain: Sliver

Me and my dawg Sliver

So I says to my dawg Sliver,
Sliver you know one thang

And Sliver yawns right
in my face and I
don’t like her breath much

But still I tickle her belly,
and Sliver she don’t
say much, just gives me a
quick lick and a blink

That one thang I’m talking about,
I says, is that life’s a bowl
of dog food – it sure stinks,
but I’ll have it in a pinch

– Jimmy Cain (© 2008)

My buddy Jim Cain claims this was inspired by Cafe Writing's February Option 4: Can You Picture That.

The above photo is by Beverly Lussier. Her artist page is here.

Some kind of passion

Passion to last from here to eternity

Momentarily lacking the necessary inspiration to write something myself for Sunday Scribblings' PASSION prompt # 99, I decided to resort to the services of the Love Poetry Generator as my best shot at a poem full of singeing torridity. What you do is enter a number of words in boxes. Here is the result:

M y L o v e

Your skin glows like the orange, blossoms grave as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your oud voice and leaps like a lizard at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great titmouse wing.
I am comforted by your slip that I carry into the twilight of zipperbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of dew.
In the quiet, I listen for the last thud of the day.
My heated mouth leaps to your bosom.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret strap so that we may undress as one, mouth to mouth, in search of the magnificient black and mystical delight of love.