cav, i thought both of your poems were really cool!
bo, im glad i could be of help
letty, you are too kind...
oyster eyes and bleeding mouth
embrace my thoughts and thighs with iron grip
I await the fruits of your labor as a diligent
you smile and laugh and struggle your best
skillfully tying me into a knot with your tongue
you are delightful
[inspired by a cherry-stem tongue tying trick]
Very unusual stuh, and the inspiration is interesting although not discernible to me. I love the first line:
For Montana's kitty in the gallery:
She holds so gently in her hand,
The small rejection of some thoughtless
Person who leaves life,
Like refuse on the street.
She cradles that which meekly mews,
So gently coaxes with her news of homeness
That soothes the strife
Of plaintive, small thing's bleat.
Letty
That's beautiful. Thanks :-D
and you be welcome, honey.
hehe...I like that word "homeness"
and the inspiration: it's a trick, some people can tie a cherry stem into a knot in their mouth using only their tongue...
Heh heh, stuh, my wife can do that trick. I'm a lucky man.
I awake to thunderous blasts,
grey skies,
and your green eyes,
piercing the clouds
with emerald firebolts.
My strange Medusa,
you hold the power to turn
stone into diamonds
with a simple gaze.
I believe you are getting better all the time, cav. Or just I'm imagining it; who knows?
Edgar, I've recently got back to writing on a regular basis, and have been trying to expand my 'voice'. It has been very therapeutic lately.
cherry stems, my ...!
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wonder wilting,
my ache so dark,
where is tomorrow?
can we see;
can we survive?
is there a simple way
without destruction,
to resurect truth.
unshroud its clarion shine,
to challenge the sun.
And Cav's found the real healing powers,
Writing in poetic bowers.
For Bo there's an ache,
That he seeks to forsake,
Finding truth in the babbling towers
Of filaments
That sweep cobwebs from eyes
And open to discovering
And uncovering lies.
And for stuh, there's a tongue in cheek
Wrapped 'round a cherry stem
Of philosophy
For Letty,
A gentle connection
With the sun of my solar system
Dave.
To hear his voice so strong
To feel his maturity so long
Denied him
And now rediscovered
Through the evolution
Of pain.
For edgar who germinated the seed
And gave us a place to show need
Along with exhultations
Uniting all nations.
Okay...so I'm being syrupy.
Storm of Minds
Sweet wind blowing thought my hair,
The warm smell of rain coming,
The clouds forming, drip.
Looking around this desolate land,
Brings thought to my mind,
Thoughts of solitude and heart ache.
Far from love, far form family,
Yarning for a touch of comfort, reassurance.
Wishing that love was here.
Drip, drip, drip, strike,
Lightning hits the horizon,
The evening sky is purple and orange.
Waiting for the thunder to hide my sobs,
The rain hides my tears,
Standing unaccompanied, touched by mother earth.
Knowing that soon the storm will pass,
When the night is defeated by day,
The sun will shine.
It is hard to believe that such beauty can cause so much pain,
Fatigue sets in waiting for the victorious sun,
For only then will I know that it is there.
Confused, stressed, wishing that soon she will come,
I will sit and wait until I am picked up,
Until then I will sit, looking upon the land,
Engulfed in thundering clouds
While flashes of light cast a shapeless shadow on the soil.
applause, D-Beck. Welcome to edgar's diamond plane of poetry.
I especially like your line, "the clouds forming, drip"...and the last line..great imagery.
thank you....I have read some of your work to..and I must say that you really know how to paint a picture in the readers mind...here is another one for you
Days End
When the day ends and the sun sets,
The night begins...chilled by the wind
Blowing through the trees
the soul stealing coldnes freezes all amotion
and time... stans still
All alone I stand surrounded by night
Cold to the touch..Gazing upon the blackend sky
I see spots of light
Rememberance of a woman.....
Half a smile forms around my lips.....
Warms the hart...Teases the soul
Alone, enguphled by black, un-notised
Standing...
Staring in to the nothingness of space,
Every twinkle reminds me of her
The battle of light and dark will soon end
for the clock tick, tocks,tick, tocks
Soon I will rest..
Not now...Not now....
You still live (a voice in my head says)
If there is indeed a woman that inspires your poetry, D-Beck. You should most definitely send it to her.
You have some spelling errors, but they do not detract from the wonder of what you have written. You may easily correct them by using the SpellCheck function.
Thank you, and I always use that spell check function, because I was NOT born a speller.
Well there was a woman in my life If it can be used else where then by all means let somone else use it...it is not doing me any good...She divorce me a 2 years ago(not a relationship sence)...and becides my bad spelling is my trade mark....in sted of just knowing my handle you can remember me because of my really bad spelling..LOL
<smile> Good for you. You now have a signature. as to your ex, if you're sorry, then I'm sorry.
lol, your spelling really sucks man. I wold have though you was 10 year old if you hant mention you was marryed.
and stuh, is simply jesting you,
He knows like all
Who post here do,
That it's the message,
Not the spell
That speaks to all
who herein dwell.
I just read the last couple of pages and found some high quality and interesting poetry written here. I was writing here almost everyday...and then spring came and it seems I never have enough time to practice poetry.
Impish little faeries fair
Golden light
Surrounding hair
Fluttered wings
Boast windless nights
In sweet caress
Till dawning lights
Enchanting on this magical quest
Inviting you, become a guest
Glittered dreams are all to rare
Impish little faeries fair
