hudson roper
Profile
- Name
- hudson roper
- Age
- 33
- Joined
- Jul 2007
ex APA Phd student in operations research.
current fledgling poet and musician.
email: geranium_kisses@yahoo.com
Groups
hudson roper is a member of Challenge Café, Falling Leaves and Six Words Only.
Journal Entries
Remembering to Remember
Posted 11 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Window Shopping
Posted 11 months ago.
Stirred Not Shaken
Posted 11 months ago.
When You Were With Me (Poem)
Posted 11 months ago, 3 comments so far.
The Blessings of the Flush (Poem)
Posted 11 months ago.
Proverbs of Good Luck (Poem)
Posted 11 months ago, 6 comments so far.
The Beginning of the End (Poem)
Posted 11 months ago.
Definition (Poem)
Posted 11 months ago.
Close your Eyes (Lullabye)
Posted 11 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Jazzabella (Is there a way to tell her?)
Posted 11 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Writings
A Good Return
The moving finger of blame returns / Holding up the good consumer / The lean solicitor has broken down / Before so great a cloud of witnesses / The ancient woman gathers fuel / Not far from where the…
Wide Eyes (In Progress)
On the road again, desolate angels bite the dust / Refueling sinking men, stationed at arms length / Titanic translators follow noses, chopped in search of intent / Warrior poets hold themselves throu…
The Price of Flowers
The flowers of existence left, unpicked / Seed a burden to themselves / Turning to indulgence, in earth inherited / While the price of existence is measured out in bread / Blood money can’t reca…
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind
While the good guys lie dead / I’ve made up my mind, to go to bed / The dust has settled, / What about the score? / Grudges too, just want to be held / Leaders only find themselves with more / …
Coming Second
The Jew of Malta hast committed fornication / Under consent of the Fisher King / Returning cold to the river’s edge / Rekindling interest / In the force of the ring / The Wizard of Oz has been f…
Day Dreaming
A flood of thoughts, unspoken / A chord of silence, broken / Waves of innocence grow too deep / Babbling fears are woken / Am I lost or found? Surrounded / I can only hope not to fall asleep.
