tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post743697312939223750..comments2024-03-29T07:11:54.743-04:00Comments on Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like): Break The Sugar StickFireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-78228228912590732772012-04-10T14:44:31.784-04:002012-04-10T14:44:31.784-04:00Love, love, love that opening stanza! This poem is...Love, love, love that opening stanza! This poem is like an erotic little spell!Lolamousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508347229501155001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83730508283425642462012-04-04T21:55:32.616-04:002012-04-04T21:55:32.616-04:00Love dis:
"Where the brick-water sweats and ...Love dis:<br /><br />"Where the brick-water sweats and the rot-fruits peel"<br /><br />rosemarymint.wordpress.com✿https://www.blogger.com/profile/01044032159371976375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-48671691445312583602012-04-04T12:08:52.723-04:002012-04-04T12:08:52.723-04:00I love your poetic incantations... make fear I may...I love your poetic incantations... make fear I may accidentally might cast a spell just by breaking a sugar stick or sometin'.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58669177295553775402012-04-04T02:41:35.946-04:002012-04-04T02:41:35.946-04:00Very cool piece. Totally feeling the rhythm here,...Very cool piece. Totally feeling the rhythm here, definitely could be a song. Great lines here. ThanksAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-70696435398113201732012-04-04T00:23:12.893-04:002012-04-04T00:23:12.893-04:00That's some good chicken-killing!That's some good chicken-killing!Kathy B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09475101089455608729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-67044835502441384342012-04-03T22:03:31.576-04:002012-04-03T22:03:31.576-04:00Pretty please get Bonnie Raitt to sing this :)Pretty please get Bonnie Raitt to sing this :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05088944123595868347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-26398714554753518542012-04-03T18:27:48.520-04:002012-04-03T18:27:48.520-04:00"Your kiss is the cat with the blood-bird hel..."Your kiss is the cat with the blood-bird held--"<br /><br />That is just purely brilliant!Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-68816718855004809082012-04-03T17:05:40.359-04:002012-04-03T17:05:40.359-04:00Boo-tiful!Boo-tiful!Ileanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11200869126695231050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-18507775217519035762012-04-03T13:12:33.011-04:002012-04-03T13:12:33.011-04:00I love the rhythm of this piece. "...against ...I love the rhythm of this piece. "...against the well wall" (or whatever that line is--I didn't cut and paste) is a powerful image.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83968115054428038382012-04-03T12:44:45.873-04:002012-04-03T12:44:45.873-04:00Luv when you do that voodoo that you do so well. ...Luv when you do that voodoo that you do so well. If I believed in magic spells, I'd use it! Ah, what the heck, where are those chickens? <br /><br />Good poem, my friend.Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-41248328288317923062012-04-03T12:19:15.886-04:002012-04-03T12:19:15.886-04:00Woo, I'm scared now. That's one spooky, s...Woo, I'm scared now. That's one spooky, spectacular rhyme. I love it!! xoMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-32175863078665122302012-04-03T11:39:05.611-04:002012-04-03T11:39:05.611-04:00Such a rhythmical and lyrical incantation. I can s...Such a rhythmical and lyrical incantation. I can see myself stirring my cauldron to this, and cackling happily. Fantastic, Shay, though I have never read a poem of yours that was not.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-53884791021571695012012-04-03T11:03:04.394-04:002012-04-03T11:03:04.394-04:00I think Lorca crept in there somewhere too, becaus...I think Lorca crept in there somewhere too, because this has the surreal edge of many of his deep-dug from the grave images, but the word dance is straight from the Fireblossom grimoire. Beginning and end stanzas are enough to lift the hairs on the back of my neck. Fine writing, Shay, however inspired. Sometimes a little Undead goes a long way in the muse factory.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-19251065465212416502012-04-03T10:13:47.472-04:002012-04-03T10:13:47.472-04:00Sorry, my earlier comment didn't
include the r...Sorry, my earlier comment didn't<br />include the referenced 'witchery' because I was lost in my personal nostalgia of how erotic and lust filled your piece affected me. Nice piece and I've never, ever had this type of fantastical erotic thoughts. I swear (oops is swearing a mythical witchery type of predicate?Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-65741236377196484112012-04-03T09:28:44.296-04:002012-04-03T09:28:44.296-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-77692998833049756602012-04-03T09:20:48.993-04:002012-04-03T09:20:48.993-04:00This is a powerful incantation! Luckily there are ...This is a powerful incantation! Luckily there are no witch-hunters scouring the villages these days, m'lady.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-25234934635910408892012-04-03T09:01:40.336-04:002012-04-03T09:01:40.336-04:00Nothing like when poetry sings birthday songs with...Nothing like when poetry sings birthday songs with its bloomers down round its ankles. The spell here lifts a few roots from Hedgie's kitchen but renders in pure hoodoo honey. Homer's dead sang for black blood in a trough, but this liquor's quicker, thralls to the walls of the well. So if you kiss a zombie, afterwards do you pick shards of bones from your teeth? - BrendanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com