tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83899867441686136652012-02-16T02:52:24.665-08:00member of Pottsville Wordsflow group - meet Fridays afternoon at Pottsville.JaniceBuschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217910641484088684noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389986744168613665.post-7311789219909159032011-08-19T15:22:00.000-07:002011-08-19T15:25:27.810-07:00<he can catch a fish <br />any fish <br />throw a line in - its caught <br />snapper shark bream whatever <br />tailor ruining his speciality <br />this fisherman <br /> <br />known for making his own tools <br />bamboo rod laboured with love <br />lacquered and polished <br />stained and strained <br />reaching bending to lair of the prey <br />this fisherman <br /> <br />a beautiful sight <br />a beautiful boy <br />dressed immaculate <br />latest fashions <br />perfect hair a must <br />this fisherman <br /> <br />oh how she loved him <br />this beautiful boy <br />this fisherman <br /> <br />fished land species <br />catching a few running with the tide <br />finally <br />trapped within his own net <br />this fisherman <br /> <br />oh how she hurt <br />that fisherman <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389986744168613665-731178921990915903?l=janbusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaniceBuschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217910641484088684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389986744168613665.post-55863626192465072082010-05-08T18:43:00.000-07:002010-05-08T18:50:07.946-07:00frosty morn.<br />Feisty chill, surrounds,mist hanging over backyard; sun mild against heavy rugged coats. He spoke steam escaping on each breath. "Once more with feeling" exasperation obvious.<br />Tried twice already she is feed up cold damp hungry, craving the wood fire inside.<br />Shit shit shit. Her lips blue coldness quivering. "alright one more time and that's it.<br />Grass white with frost crackles scrunches as she positions her feet firmly, delicate female hands ashen; gripped hard the razor sharp old axe.<br />Lifting slowly axe head gently pumped sholder blades; sucking in the cold air from depth of toes, paused, flurry breath exhaled knees buckling whoosh, the axe slicing the frosty air.<br />Still she missed the bloody chooks neck<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389986744168613665-5586362619246507208?l=janbusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaniceBuschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217910641484088684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389986744168613665.post-63654439603570365292008-10-22T22:47:00.000-07:002008-10-22T22:51:05.155-07:00A kiss; moist succulent. My lips softly touch gentle, yielding.<br />your lips reply then:<br /><br />I swim within beautiful blue eyes, inside your soul, I see<br />harmony, oneness.<br />.<br /><br />Your body close, sensuous heavy breast against my chest.<br />desire igniting, a oneness<br /><br /><br />Petite shoulders, firmness back, round soft bottom.<br />a welcomeness, of one <br />Wait.<br /><br /><br />We part again, again, only to return to<br />The oneness of two<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389986744168613665-6365443960357036529?l=janbusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaniceBuschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217910641484088684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389986744168613665.post-70009614125257266352008-10-19T17:30:00.000-07:002008-10-19T17:32:29.183-07:00so boring so dull so whinging so smothering<br />complain here complain there<br />about this or that<br /><br />how did we met - why, our kids<br /> my oldest your second youngest<br />age difference made no difference<br /><br />you so lonely - 3 kids<br />sitting alone on stairs , I yelled out<br />hello, come over<br /><br />years gone by - we are<br />still friends, nothing in common<br />lots in common<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389986744168613665-7000961412525726635?l=janbusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaniceBuschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217910641484088684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389986744168613665.post-3118250758013790672008-10-19T17:28:00.000-07:002008-10-19T17:30:00.817-07:00what a dick head, then<br />carry in on with the other women, pretending no one<br />knew<br /><br />we did, she did and she did<br />lost the plot walked home or tried<br />to<br /><br />we said knuckle down do what’s right<br />leave or stay, show<br />integrity<br /><br />you did, she did, she went<br />family you got to<br />know<br /><br />together marriage has survived<br />now, you say because of that<br />day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389986744168613665-311825075801379067?l=janbusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaniceBuschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217910641484088684noreply@blogger.com0