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Bugstar
Member since June 3, 2019
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Bones Around Goop Drops
The stranger is hazy, not from this earth.
Phase me, banger, stomp on this dirt,
and the feeling in the moist earth,
thickly lit with tiny textured bits,
vibrating to the depths of bass,
making a statement, bold print,
dancing skeletons and the clock tower’s bent,
moving bustling crowds all around,
techno crowns and the time of our lives,
gooey vibes in a clear light,
through raindrops a red glow,
smokey breeze, green sticky bowl,
sticking pleasant particles on the low,
inhale slow as you smooth out the bones.
Above you appears positive rainbows,
one after the other,
making time for more bread and butter
with each other.
Bugstar’s timeline
- June 2024
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03 MonAnniversary
5 years of membership
- June 2020
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03 WedAnniversary
One year of membership
- August 2019
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03 SatReceived a critique
on Fish Becomes Woman from @Sparrow 42
"There is an A-Z of poetic forms that I have put on this site have a browse. There are many to choose from and experiment with I hope your stay with us will be productive, Yours Ian T" -
03 SatReceived a critique
on Fish Becomes Woman from @Sparrow 42
"Your poetry will be great I have played with your words. I hope you don't mind but this is a more normal way of presenting works:- Fish Becomes Woman She tried to grasp the wet, silvery fish, But it continued to slip, f…" -
03 SatReceived a critique
on Bones Around Goop Drops from @Sparrow 42
"I haven't seen your writing before , so my welcome to Neopoet and I hope you will join in lots of the workshops and general writes we have here.. A grand Rap, just have an edit and make into a poem of a form we know, or…" -
01 ThuReceived a critique
on Fish Becomes Woman from @Geezer
"Like Eumolpus, I like it for the story. ~ Geezer. ." - July 2019
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31 Wed
- June 2019
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15 SatHighest posting month
June 2019 — 5 poems
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12 WedReceived a critique
on Fish Becomes Woman from @Eumolpus
"I am not a big fan of the form, as most fall way short for so many reasons. I like yours because it is not too long, allows the reader to read it as prose with the right touch of image and poetic devise. It is in langua…" -
12 WedReceived a critique
on Herbie’s Trip from @quillsveinback
"good. Reminds me of one of James Tates' prose poems." -
12 WedPosted a poem
Fish Becomes Woman
"She tried to grasp the wet, silvery fish, but it continued to slip, flowing around her palms and fingers. Firming her grip and stabilizing the fish, she moved it and plopped it into a different tank. The fish swished through the illuminated liquid, and grew at a smooth and intensely quick pace. Its perspective was changing with its body. And changing forms through different species, it began to mold with ease into a human, until the form was exactly like hers, just with a new perspective. The new being climbed out of the unusual tank with ease, body wet, beautiful and glowing, and she warmly hugged her creator. They wandered in a dreamy state outside and the experience of Autumn leaves rushing down endlessly on them, caressing and appealingly tingling their bodies, was experienced. It’s a new day, sunshine." -
11 TueReceived a critique
on Herbie’s Trip from @tyro
"I like the poem, it gives pause and draws yo into thought. Your depiction of higher world that covers all dimensions gives an eternal spirit to the poem. One part I did find weak, sink holds and sinking holds seem impor…" -
10 MonPosted a poem
Herbie’s Trip
"Herbie the ghost emitted thick, glowing vapor as he traveled smoothly through a stable, gooey portal, arriving at a slowly brightening dimension on the same world. Herbie feels like splashing pleasurably around in a nearby marble fountain, so he does. Now, continuing on his trip to nowhere, he soars, high, emitting a vapor trail, landing smoothly at a nearby beach. The sun is sizzling and he feels the warm sand. Kicking it with his still wet ghost flesh, all the sand all over the world, in every dimension, began to move intensely with pleasure, flowing into slowly sinking holes, appearing, with plants growing out of them smoothly, entwining Herbie and pulling him down into a large appearing sink hole.........." -
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07 FriReceived a critique
on Light on the Stones from @tyro
"I must say I love your metaphors, they were richly done. Even when doubts arose about how to connect the last two sentences, I didn't mind because it gave me more to think about." -
06 ThuPosted a poem
Light on the Stones
"Two hard stones, surrounded by soft bubbly foam, with insects and elephants moving pleasurably in the mist. The comfortable confident stone substance does not move, but the foam forms to the grooves, bubbling with complete ease and embrace. Mist caresses the stones in the night. The sounds of the insects mix with the sounds of the elephants, forming one hypnotic symphony vibrating the stones so subtly, as they feel the pull of the planet. Something new is coming down, a presence, a light. The stones then morphed and combined, crystallizing into pure gold." -
03 MonFirst publication
Freeing From Ego, Building A Fake One
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03 MonPosted a poem
Freeing From Ego, Building A Fake One
"I am analyzing my corpse. Everything still moves, change. Everything is moving around the center-point of everything, and I see everything in everything. And the still arrow soars through it’s sky. Daytime, night, time flys on one indescribable love. Positive perspective solution. We exist! The big bang happened relatively and is still occuring, changing perspective from the finite to the infinite. One into two and two sides of one. Seeing the most simple and finding the most complex. Relative past, one now. Jump in! Kill your ego and cleanse your corpse. Purification, beingness being being. All the days go round and round, over the ground and under the ground. You can easily do it entirely. A planet of people in your imagination thinking about something. Go swimming in the sea in you. The thrilling feeling of migration, finally leaving home, free from an empty womb. Mother Earth is my birth and my tomb. Flying along the starway for now, collecting organs in my starship. New imaginary worlds full of thinking life, exploring. Connecting the dots as a rebuilt robot analyzes time. Metaphorical gravity, free of the threshold. We’re finding new brains in piles of fleshy mirrors and symbols, on one entire body of mind, all. Formless, when do we arrive at the shore to set sail to the destination of the invisible whale? In the beginning. The beginning is in us all of the time. Design with your mental paint-brush. Dancing in the sun, tingling heat, paradise dream, ten days a week. The artist creates one form within many, and many within one. The long list of sights relates one form to many, and many search within. And we live within the composite as part of it. And the layers relate and are part of each other. My new robotic ego is analyzing meaning in a hug. Compute the love." -
03 MonJoined Neopoet
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First poem published 1 days later.
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Bones Around Goop Drops
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Fish Becomes Woman
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Herbie’s Trip
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Connections in the Mind
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Light on the Stones
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