POETS NEEDED.....

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tipi :slight_smile:

“Being that of Rust in a polished landscape”

Silence is Golden and my word
is gold to others
This thought pounds in my head in the darkness in the alley
in the dark of the town
Knowing the only floor is the one I crawl on
cardboard to hands
Knowing the only roof I have is the roof
of my mouth that my heart hits against
And I look and I see a Monster
And I frown and squint
And I see
The Monster is me

Dream a Darling Little Dream

Oh, dream a darling little dream…
Of velvet dew atop the grass,
That dances back the moon’s fair light
And traps the stars beneath it’s glass.
Or dream of meadows, sweet and green
Adorned with purple columbine,
And there take refuge from the rush
And leave your worried life behind.
Find peace among the daffodills
And let your heart skip free and wild;
There’s simple joy in daisy fields -
Come, be this night a carefree child!

Oh, dream a darling little dream…
And walk among the stars tonight!
Turn loose the burdens of the day
And on the wings of hope take flight.
Glide weightlessly across the sky -
Fall sweetly to the cloud’s embrace -
Let starlight bathe your skin with love,
While moonbeams kiss your sleeping face.
Feel midnight’s breeze caress your hair
Like falling petals, soft and mild;
There’s simple joy in pale moon light -
Come, be this night a carefree child!

Oh, dream a darling little dream…
And lay aside the greys of life!
For soon enough the day will start -
Time now to melt away the strife.
Hold fast the rainbow in your hands
And bind it’s colors to your heart;
Drink deeply every fragrant shade
And give your soul a fresh new start.
Find solace in each vibrant hue
And know the eyes of God have smiled;
There’s simple joy in blues and greens -
Come, be this night a carefree child!

Oh, Darling - dream a little dream…
And do not haste too soon to wake!
Tomorrow’s sun will warm your life
And then you’ll choose which path to take.
But now, rest gentle through the night,
And if, by chance, some need there be
For caring heart to dream by you,
Then dream a little dream of me.
And let it take us where it will -
Where we’ll not be by life beguiled.
There’s simple joy in sharing dreams -
Come, be this night a carefree child!


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>-(o)-<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Life is a tapestry.
Each new day brings with it the opportunity to sew by
word and deed within the heart of someone around us.
Let us choose our colors with care.

Speaking my mind
By: Cow God

Yelling really hard
vocals chords hurt
sweat beading
temperature rising
body overwhelmed
anger unleashed
feelings revealed
smirks taken off
heads turned
SILENCE
Damn, that felt good!

Bob
By:Cow God

Do you know what you did?
Of course! Hurting me that way!
Wanting to kill, wanting you dead!
Leaving me be, letting go of the fray
you did not. You raped my mind.
You butchered my heart.
You are lost, I cannot find
your soul. Running away hard,
I cannot get away.
Liberate my madness.
I show the way, as you stay
and I leave real fucking fast.

YOU
By: Cow God

What did I do to deserve all of this?
Close the damn door as you piss!
Finger your ass again, please…
and wipe my arm after you sneeze.
You tall and lanky sun burnt freak!
I know who you are you little sneak!
Somebody explain this, is this a joke?
These lies, this charade you spoke!
Work, the undercover operation!
Again, and again, it is you I shun.
The extra job? LIE
Feelings for your wife? LIE
I’d rather see you dead,
then in my mother’s bed.
You sly thing, almost got your wish…
Just keep praying, you little bitch,
that I don’t get mine!
Then we’ll see who’s feeling fine…

(If you want to learn more about my poetry- see my “Forgiveness” Thread in GQ)

From my angst-ridden youth

Love me with your company
Woo me as a friend
I want your bright hilarity
In this darkest land

The pain of black misanthropy
Its distorting fog
Warps the visions that I see
Keens my saddened song.

Dreamin passioned lunacy
With faces still unmet
A growing black malignancy:
Desire which has no let

Love me with your company
Woo me as a friend
Your presence chases pain from me
Your songs do my heart mend.


Mastery is not perfection but a journey, and the true master must be willing to try and fail and try again

Free

Reality swirls in front of me
Sparkling color is all that I see
all of the world is fading to night
everything, that is, except for me

Life’s passing by frame by frame
going by too fast to see
a replay of things much the same
as those happening presently

Rhyme and Reason are floating away
the universe in entering slow decay
Pierced by a single glowing ray
Frightened by this, I turn away

As my eyes close, retreating from the endlessness
My vision sways and I home in
on what, I cannot guess but be
a swirling vortex with my soul as its fee

I become one with the universe
now I can see
all the questions
that once eluded me
laid open like breakers
on the roaring sea
I expand to infinity, there and beyond
all encompassing, forever, Free

A recent foray into the world of cybersex inspired these limericks:

There once was a fellow named Dick
Who was chatting it up with some chick
When he read “Are you gay?..
I don’t go that way!”
Oops…he’d PC’d the wrong nick!

In chatrooms I’ve seen groping & griping;
I’ve seen joking and jiving; snooping and sniping.
I’ve seen good and bad writers
And lovers and fighters
And some damn fine one-handed typing!

There once was a fellow named Kent
Who had an unusual bent.
Said to girls “Are you bi?”
Most replied “No, not I.”
And instead of coming, they went.

There once was a fellow named Jaz
Who cybered with lots of pizzazz.
But he felt real absurd
When he misspelled a word:
She said “Funk me? Are you some kinda spaz?”

Jaz was a guy quite verbose
Who with a lady got very close.
But when he threw in a kink
She was gone in a blink,
Saying: “That’s not sexy, that’s gross.”

To get real with the lust they were nursin’
Two cyberlovers met up in person.
But when he whipped out his weenie
She exclaimed “My, how teeny!”
Which of course only made matters worsen.

Hope I didn’t offend anyone.

an old house washed out in the flood
no walls
the birch make curtains, windows, ceiling
all the while my soul is reeling
in the peace
in the wild-eyed empty peace
of silence

Ignorance

The more I learn,
the more I learn to doubt.
The more I doubt,
the less I Know.
All I’ve really learned
is I don’t know what to Know.

Through the sleepless nights
the mind starts to drift
beginning that backwards journey
opening the bottemless rift

Searching the barren landscape
for something to touch and hold
but nothing solid can be seen
except the darkness and cold

Suddenly in the void, shapes appear
forms you can’t quite make out
They remind you of your yesterdays
and fill you with creeping Doubt

And now, from somewhere, a dull glow
illuminates these silouhettes of fire
casting shadows on all you see
the flickering flames grow higher

Just when you can make out the faces
of these ghosts from your past
you bolt upright in your bed to a gray morning
to a pale sun rising fast

That cat’s something I can’t explain

The first two were written while I was pregnant, the last two were written after Bowen was born… OK, so they’re “mommy poems”…

BLOOD & FECES
If emotions could take form and physical discomfort could, too, they’d become soldiers and horses, battling monotony and non-gestational routine. They’d scream their war cries, trample your innards and allow everything you love to make you ouchy and nauseous. Brief spoils would be found in tiny squirms and kicks, and then, when all seemed serene, with a powerful rush of blood and feces, another battle would begin.
–Christina D. Sanders 3/11/98

FOUR WEEKS
Wish I could
Read my mind sometimes
Clairvoyance might
Help me discover
How I feel.
Overwhelmed by a
Sudden responsibility
To be “adult”
all I want is rest.
Morning sickness comes
At cocktail hour, and
I have to wonder…
“Can my breasts possibly
hurt anymore?”
My back feels like Dumbo’s landing pad
My head doubles as a drum.
Gestation is fun like
A scalping
Or a root canal
And I’ve only been pregnant a month
Yet, upon every half-hour
I see visions of my
Perfect angel-child
and I can read my mind.
I feel at peace, like a goddess.
I feel warm, my little one’s
Security blanket.
And then,
Of course,
I feel nauseous.
–Christina D. Sanders 8/2/97

EXTENSION OF ME
Routine is incredible…
He looks at me as
A goddess
He revels in me.
Takes assurance from me
I am his reason for living
And he is mine.
This creature, this spectacle of perfection.
I am lost without him
useless, worthless
He is my air, my blood,
the very soul of me.
Attempts at envisioning a prior life
fail.
I was nothing then
I am in awe of him…
his body, his face,
his angry screams and
delighted cries of joy.
I belong to him, he to me
we are one, almost, least,
we were…
He is his own, I am merely
a spectator
Watching, cheering, cherishing
Every precious second.
His brilliance-
it amazes me and
his awesome strength-
I cannot believe my own eyes.
My gaze - never strays far from him
even as he sleeps.
I can’t help but watch
as he dreams
and smiles
breathes, softly then heavily,
alternation as quickly as his moods.
and when I hold him
he curls in close as space allows
and his breath on my neck
creates such powerful
overwhelming
feelings of love and need - I
don’t ever want us to be apart.
He is my rock, yet
he’s unaware of my need for him.
He knows only that I am steadfast -
that I am HIS rock, in fact
that I am his mommy
and that I love him wholly
My beautiful son - my precious
perfect, wonderful, angelic son.
Christina D. Sanders 8/21/98
THE SUN
He sits busy
blissfully unaware
that his world is crumbling
that his sky is falling
Intent on turning his pages
Whirling his shapes
He’s a sponge
Absorbing everything he sees
Squishing out his new
Knowledge in jibberish.
He’s the sun
Bright and light and
“all gone” at night.
I worship him
But I cannot hold
This blackened sky
Rage strikes me blind
And I grow weary of
Putting back the pieces
Of our world.
In my moment of strength
As he sits, busy
I vow that bliss
Shall be ours
Let fall the blackened sky.
I will emerge the victor,
He will be…
THE SUN.
-Christina D. Sanders
(date unknown)

PS: That last one was written during a particularly rocky time in my marriage… everything’s ok, now :slight_smile:

The above post SAYS that it was submitted by Neobican, but it wasn’t really… it was me! I hit the tab key when I shouldn’t have, so when I browser-backed my way back to the reply form, I didn’t notice that it had automatically reset Byron’s username and password, which he has stored. That makes for kind of a pain in the ass, since I don’t think to check for things like that all the time, but anywho… I didn’t want to credit my poetry to someone else, even if that someone else is my husband… :slight_smile: Sorry to interrupt!

I am absolutely in AWE of you folks! Unfortunately I haven’t been able to get online all week, (stupid ISP grrrr) but I have spent a blissful hour now reading, laughing, sighing, and smiling :slight_smile: I have one my husband wrote about 8yrs ago…he said I could share it.

Beware the mind, for it does not speak
Beware the mouth, for it does not think
Beware the conscience, for it hears to well
The lies of the soul, who has stories to tell

Listen to your inner self ~ for he’s the only one who knowsthe true meaning of destiny the nearer it grows

Don’t watch for signs ~ they’ll never appear until it’s to late; then you’re no longer here

You spend your days hoping while the world goes by ~ you’re frightened; you won’t even give it a try

Pile your sorrow, your hate, your fears and all your miseries suffered through years

Now put them away and open your eyes to the one who will help you soar to the sky

A difference can be, it’s all up to you
Fear not, you’ll do well in whatever you do.


Risk looking foolish for love, for your dreams, and for the joy of living…

Some bad poetry by me:

Swiftly I climb,
Striving, yearning for the summit,
Higher and higher until I finally reach the peak…
And I die the little death…
And I fall,
gently,
slowly,
into the warm,
numb
pool
of contentment.
(Then nine months later: )

Burst naked into hard, cold light,
Screaming at the crazy flood of sound.

Feel the calm, silent caress,
the gentle touch,
the blissful smell of Mother.
Drink deeply.
Fall into placidness.

Lawrence is no poet, so he isn’t even going to try to submit…however, he admires everyone’s balls or ovaries who has contributed poetry to this thread. Some of it is damn good, and Tenn’s limericks are excellent. Keep this thread going, guys, it’s well worth it.

I have to share this poem my 10 year old daughter wrote tonight.

       July

When the last spark of sun drops below the trees
And all the signs of the days fun go faster than the breeze
Thw wind blows our flag softly
As I sit here writing
Beat! Beat! goes our flag
The waves of the pool inviting me to come,
but instead I drag the towel to the bench,
and then I sighed
But soon I wrench
My head upward and the fireworks cried!
My eyes fill with tears
As my heart fills with joy
And then the bright spears of red streak the sky
A ball of fire as fragile as a toy
July night fireworks!
A piercing cry of fireworks- In July

While I was walking yesterday
I met a unicorn
With gilded hooves and snowy mane
And golden spiraled horn.

I ran back home to tell my mom -
She beat me for the lie
So when we met again today
I punched him in the eye


sosumi

I sit upon the grass and think
Of things that I have seen
Of robin’s eggs and bluebird’s nests
Of rock and tree and stream.

I sit beneath the trees and think
Of things I’ll never see
Of mountain lakes and deep dark caves
And shores beyond the sea.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of when I’ll never be
Of someday when a spring will come
That I shall never see.


sosumi

Thanks…all I needed was a nudge.
Geneticists say how one leans
Ain’t shaped by one’s rearing, books, or screens.
I don’t know DNA
But this I can say:
It depends on whose rear’s in the jeans.
(the idea for the following is not original: it was a lame old joke…but I think it works as a limerick)

The newlyweds hardly took time to speak.
For 6 straight days their bed did creak.
Asked why they stopped then,
Hubby said with a grin:
“7 days would make a hole weak.”
There once was a good-looking fellow
Who drank booze to stay nice and mellow.
He got many a date
But they never stayed late:
His liver was hard, but his lover was Jello.

This was my sad (in more ways than one) attempt at writing blues lyrics.
Evening Roadside Blues

Slow walk down a long road
and the sun is sinking low
I been walkin’ for hours
but I got nowhere to go
The world’s gettin’ dark around me
the sky’s turned a blazing red
ain’t got no place in this world to call home
no soft place to lay my head
It seems I’m wastin’ my precious time
Cause it’s all I got to spend
For now I’ll just sit and share the evening
with the sunset, my only friend
Even that friend’s leaving shortly
and soon it will be gone
leaving me to sit by this lonesome road
to think about my blues alone
If you see my girl, you tell her
to come back, it’ll be all right
she can find me by the lonsome road
winding through the darkening night


That cat’s something I can’t explain

Okay. This is kinda impromptu because I was in the mood, so keep in mind that it has not been revised or anything. And be nice, please; I am not good at expressing my feelings. (However, I am willing to accept criticism if it is put in a nice sounding way.)

“Enemy of Mine”

Fragile, not enough.
My mind, heart, pride,
Grows with you
And so stretches
And becomes t h i n.

Knowledge, security, sureness
Escapes me
I am blind

Your swords,
Your cradles.

Die, foul crouton!