Inspired by conversations on Opal’s Chat site: the last poetry thread of the year!!!
I’ll start it off with this one for WellYouKnowWhoYouAre:
Internet Flirt
Flying via fingertips,
Jumping through my screen,
Rolling on the floor in laughter,
Online chatter.
Clicking fingers, licking lips,
I send to you this CyberKiss.
Peace to you and Peace on Earth
-Katy
Here’s one that i figure can be posted, but it is kind of half-assed
You are so far away
And yet hold such promise
And here, alone, waits someone
Half a person, wanting nothing more than life
But accepting much less
Does a mistake make a man less of a man?
And can he really be a man if he doesn’t know where he is going or why?
Somehow I feel I have wronged you
I know I have wronged myself
There is nothing left to do but wait and worry
So tonight I send you my dreams
My thoughts and my consolations
For even as you rest, content in your bed
I sit awake and trembling
I accept the punishments for what I have done
And welcome the pain
For what I now must do
For without you I am alone
Even in the company of others
Everybody got their Black and Decker… Blood and Fettuccini everywhere
ok…but just remember I am a painter not a poet…
I catch a small glimpse as you drift thru my thoughts.
You stand behind me, your shadow falls close by.
A light breeze caresses my ear as you whisper
“come play with me.”
then like that whisper you fade.
As weightless as morning fog, you stand before me.
An almost transparent mist, that blurs my vision.
Obscuring my path, your touch beckons,
“come lay with me.”
then with the sun you vaporize.
Your face holds no form, no memory exists.
Only yearnings for moments of watching sunsets.
A passage read aloud from a favorite book,
“come share with me.”
then wordlessly you disappear.
Within my dreams I am haunted by your ambiguity.
Alluding to images of fireflies and sand castles,
of walks along forgotten trails, softly you invite,
“come explore with me.”
then like the fantasy you vanish.
Will there ever be a moment when I touch you?
Discover this man more tangible than illusion?
Will your voice call out, and I in turn reply,
“come be with me.”
then as lovers we join.
or are you not of my world.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
once upon a rose
fell a dream upon the sky
the angels wept for destiny
while the rainbows softly cried
i held a star within my heart and
did count the times i’d seen
for deep inside is understood
what is, has yet to be
“human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust; we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.” - albert einstein
Rackhead
Always only just having waken up,
My head is empty,
Light, and ridiculous.
Lasting dizziness
takes away my sharp perception
and replaces it with
fish hooks and hair
all tangled together.
These is one of my songs… but after all, all songs are poetry… it is a bit morbid and hateful. Just a warning. (I have others, but I don’t want to bore you too much…)
Of all the wishes I have made
This is the one with the final shade
Come true, I would see
Just alone, let me be!
Calmly reading by myself
the farthest book from the distant shelf
To see the letters smear in waves
For it is my sanity It craves…
Awakened by an angry bell
Lies, I have been ordered to tell
The face of time, in evil spells
Hatred can make easy your trip to Hell…
Bloody sky raining fire
All hope lost in the fight of desire
So give up I shall do
But not until I am rid of you!
…/^_/^\
< o | o >
.<_ | _>
…\U/
“Stick Shift”
Rusty hooks and dirty looks.
Drive stick shift
in mid section nook.
Sticky seat padding, petting
in dark alley setting.
Tongue touch, spit trip
Push, pull, seed drip.
From Big Red cache
To finger trail. Mittens off,
And whispered wail.
Earth Mother
Agate are my feet,
Immobile granite are my brittle bones,
All my flesh’s fire the opal
Burning in my breast of stone.
My body’s craggy cavity
The black, suspended tomb
For my shattered diamond heart
And my bloody garnet womb.
Catrandom
<font color="#8b008b">Awake in the dreamways
Drifting out through the inways
Tasting words and emotion in roundabout thoughtways
Truth smells of lies
Wrong colors of right
Cast heaven as hell with dark shadows of light
Right ways turned wrongways
Dreaming in from the outways</font>
Distance #5 (No relation to Mambo #5)
Must we persist
In this
Facade we share
Aware
Together we
Can be
Complete
What have we done
But won
Each other’s hearts
Apart
We feign we don’t
And won’t
Regret
http://www.madpoet.com
Computers have let mankind make mistakes faster than any other invention, with the possible exception of tequila and handguns.
We chase the seagulls
the birds fly away from us
pursued by laughter
The night sky is black
lit by the full, glowing moon
your smile outshines it
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Coffin of Obsidian
Cold, dark, damp soil clings to the ebony slab
Ebony, due to the evil soul housed within
the Coffin of Obsidian.
But what could have caused this soul to be so perverse…?
The evil flow could not be staved
Sending this man to a blackened grave.
Darker than a thousand gallons of tar
The heart of this malignant man, the soul in shreds
Due to slaying a million children in their beds.
Even in this vilest of souls, the perverse
Found love in a world he believed held not
The only true lesson the world taught.
Her beauty, exquisite, unearthly, he held her close
To his strong, yet cold body, the love they professed was forever
And yet, he did not take her.
The vile heart began to beat once more,
Starting only for this woman he could not ignore
He could not know what he was soon to endure
A heart-shaped pendant, with pictures of them both
It never left her neck, was never lain down.
She was content, never with frown.
The father of this angelic woman
Was not tolerant of The Man, ripping at the pendant
The man watched a single red drop to the floor its descent.
The black heart stopped once more, where Love had been,
Hatred returned, where Benevolence shown, Cruely arose.
He charged at the man, who readied a fight pose.
The fight ensueing lasted not long by far,
Her father knew not how to spar, and soon was bleeding
His Love screamed, for her Father’s life pleading.
But this black heart was not to be started so soon.
The darkness within boiled to the edge,
Shattering what was left of his personage.
Claws ripping flesh, blood flying in air
His dear Lady would not let her Father die.
With a talon through both their chests, his Lady let out a final cry.
The beast,realizing what it had done
Had nothing in His power to heal her, and so cradled her,
Cleaned and redressed her.
He hewn a stone of the purest white
To place her in for eternity, he mourned for her life
infinitely more than his own strife.
He knew he could never be well again;
So he hewn his own tomb, a foot from the Lady’s again
and fashioned the Coffin of Obsidian
The tragic tale ends, but unfortunately he will remain
Suffering in Hell’s pain…
./^_/^\
< o | o >
.<_ | _>
…\U/
Keep disappearing
from you and from myself
keep hearing those words
echo in my ears
and the mountain in my throat keeps threatening to erupt
so i sit here staring
and my thoughts turn cold, blue,
and here is me thinking of you,
and you thinking of me,
and somewhere in between there’s a heartlessness
or is it here in me?
“Argue for your limitations; sure enough, they’re yours.”
I think that I have never read
Better poetry on a thread.
Kilmer wrote of fools like thee;
But I can nail Joyce to a tree.
In times of thought
I can see my rebirth
From the ashes
Of what i have done
In times of emotion
I regret my actions
And see how I have Pained the ones
I most want to serve
Now I must try
To reign in emtion
And enslave feelings to logic
Once more
And time will tell
If the choices once made
Will enhance the future
Or destroy it
I regret nothing
But the fact
That I may have not seen
What consequences my actions would stir
The things i have done
Were not all for me
But they were also
Not done for the right reasons
I will one day
See what what was chosen
And I hope that in time
All wounds are healed
Everybody got their Black and Decker… Blood and Fettuccini everywhere
Out from the cover of darkness
I watch you rise,
mesmerized by the light that
radiates from my soul.
You illuminate my realm.
Your warm, sensual caress
arouses my skin,
awakening a pulse of desire
held silent by the night.
You ignite my passions.
Encircled by your embrace,
captivated by a strength
that emanates from your core,
I taste a pleasure unknown.
You remain my sustenance.
and as you withdraw
softly fading from my presence
your essence remains an
intimate memory that lingers
as I await your return.
You are my sun.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
This really isn’t mine, but I am posting it for a few others to read anyway. And some people need to read it.
Another place another time
Another face that looks like mine
Another soul for all to see
Is this reality
If I could only find the words
I’m sure that they would go unheard
With one exception I can see
Is this reality . . .
If I could only make time stand still for a moment
Capture a memory and live it one more time would I believe
That I would really change a thing
A second chance to get it right
I think the end is close at hand
I had a vision I don’t understand
Don’t you see, I was made for you and you for me
Close your eyes
Are you ready for a big surprise?
Hold the clock
Say the words to make it stop now
Slam, Bam, Thank you Ma’am
Wasn’t it a pleasant life we shared
Now who really cares
Why pretend you don’t remember
Wipe it clean and start again
Hope to see you in the summer
Everybody got their Black and Decker… Blood and Fettuccini everywhere
One of my favorite Robert Sexton poems:
Suddenly, quietly you realize that -
from this moment forth - you will no longer pass thru this world alone.
Like a new sun, this awareness rises within you,
freeing you from fear, opening your life.
This is the beginning of love
and the end of all that came before it.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
drew
a long walk ago, I drew
upon the magic
of someone I’d found,
someone who knew
beauty and love, of
someone whose words sparkled
with glitter and indigo blue.
He drew me tight
into the night of a city
of unopened doors, and
asked me to stay and explore.
I faltered, held back, withdrew
from the arms of potential,
from a questionable future,
from the man who already knew.
oh, I drew his face a million times,
asked myself if I remembered
how true his expression seemed,
or if I was still sleeping.
I drew up so many
new futures,
so many alterations of reality;
and when I woke again, blue,
the pages had scattered
and all that was left
was you.
“Life for us has now become a series of hellos and goodbyes.
The misery of saying goodbye, and the joy from seeing each other.
Then the misery again. These are what memories are all about.”
“Argue for your limitations; sure enough, they’re yours.”
One of my favorite poems is:
(12+144+20 + 3*sqrt(4) )/7 + 5 * 11 = 9[sup]2[/sup] + 0
or:
A dozen a gross and a score
Plus three times the square root of four
Divided by seven
Plus five times eleven
Is nine squared and not a bit more.
Virtually yours,
DrMatrix