Pangs

[~poet]

Pangs


Delicate
with a broken wing
lying there
waiting

Fierce
words said in a whisper
behind a back
i heard

Sex
ripe fruit
juicy and raw
bleeding to be bitten

Filled to capacity
over the rim
out of control
burning

Love

[~poet]

Again


It came and went
now the waiting begins
over and over
I wait

I held that moment
ontop of you
inside me
like it was made of glass

I sobbed
for what we have
and can't have
not yet
not yet

The words you whispered
soft like a lion you are
and i unravel and lose myself
again
and again

Push in harder
i need the pain
the reminder
the rememberance
of now

I sit
lost in a world
of them
without you

I didn't expect to love you
so hard
I didn't expect to need you
not me
I didn't expect to die a little
everytime you say goodbye.

[Kai]

(((((Poet)))))

[~poet]

...and i feel like a little girl
focus gone
driving so my stomach can rest

they love speeding by
like graduation day
once again

the lavender fields are frozen
while the radio plays
that song

what the hell was i thinking
...i heard what you said
it echos in my brain
and everything comes undone

pieces of light
crystalized reflections
...i heard what you said

fingers find another cigarette
fingers sweep away tears
fingers betray the body

and i feel like a little girl
once again

[rsdadi]

Thanks for sharing Poet.


Lee

[~poet]

Thanks for reading Lee :) and ty for the hug (((Kai)))

[~poet]

I will wrap my soul around You
adorn You with trinkets
of softness

Bobbles of flesh
will drape around
Your thoughts
like lacy kitchen curtains

Cling to You
a rope over water
dangling
with greased hands
that itch
You can't quite reach

Bare myself
magnify the scars
reality is beautiful
succumb like I
have no choice

Open up
legs
womb
essence

Shells cracking under foot
in that filthy little bar
without a bathroom

I will be her

A memory
not yet born
eternal in the sunlight
with naked feet
and tomorrow's gaze

Dig into me
mineral and dirt
make holes in my landscape
put your back into it
the ground is cold

I am mother earth
alive and unforged
quiet in the noise
papers in hand

waiting for construction

[Kai]

Very nice Poet..... (((((Poet))))) Good to see you around..

[butchbiscuit]

(8)(8)(8) She's got words, she knows how to use them...(8)(8)(8)
thank-you...:)

[~poet]

Kai & butchbiscuit for your words (f)

[~poet]

little woman
frail from life
pale and liquid
with eyes like a doe

when i touched your hand
i felt generations
upon you

burdens and aprons
death and blood
and all those tears

so many times
my hand found yours
days passing silently
while I grew and you withered

I studied your hand
your fingers
the tired veins
roping around
tying you complete

this hand held me when I
burst into the world
screaming in defiance

this hand brushed hair from
the eyes
of an unruly girl
who's secrets you never knew

this hand motioned to me
when i felt unwanted
misunderstood
and alone

this hand taught me the
way to feed
the way to pray
the way to obey

this hand feels like a feather
in mine
a paper streamer blowing in the streets
from yesterday's holiday

little woman
our hands are the same
where you are
is where I'll be

a constant revolution
of a life
almost done

a quiet step away from
a journey
yet begun

[Kai]

Poet, Thank me with more... Please.

I love to read your post... Always something grand..

Btw, I miss you around here. Where have you been?

({) ({) Poet(}) (})

[~poet]

Death is not loud
it slips in
like light under the door
quiet and safe

It is the captain
of a team
picking it's players
one by one
as you stare at your feet

Death is never full
it's insatiable appetite
takes breaks in your life
waiting only long enough
to swallow

Death can be violent
or a breeze in the night
It can rob your dignity
or cloak you in peace

Death and birth
slices of moments
big and thick
like pie ala-mode

Tears and fingernails
dig deep in your thigh
Death is a bastard
A guise
Dont be fooled

Death is final
speak your peace now
because it will hold you forever
long after the flowers and eulogies
are mouthed

Death becomes a part of you
when it's calling card is left
a quiet neighbor
on the other side of the fence

Waiting to take your
last cup of sugar
when you're not looking
without your conscent.

[~poet]

(f)

I'm around grrl, just a bit preoccupied lately. Miss you much...

[Warbirdie]

very touching and heartfelt poems Poet.
thankyou for sharing them :)

{{{Poet}}}

[Catssu]

your words most always find a deep hidden place within me...

thank you Miss Poet (f) (f) (f)

S.

[~poet]

thank you both (f)

[lissa]

Here I am thinking that I will only have the one poem to savor, to nibble on and what do I find? a Feast!!!! Thanks, it was all yummy.
(f) (f)

[Daddy Rhon]

Really strong poetry, Poet. Good stuph.

Rhon

[mimi]

Poet,

I so enjoy your work.

'Please Miss, May I have some more?'

Thank you,

mimi

[~poet]

lissa, Rhon, and Mimi thank you (f)

Mimi that's a wonderful compliment coming from you, i love your writing style/poetry. I look forward to reading more of your work, thank you! (f)

[~poet]

Theater Girl


Sitting on a stool made
of plastic and bone
I grind my teeth
at the prospect of being
You

Secret blonde thing
mixed up the lights
under my fingers
The bells in my head

The felines on my mind
Cat thoughts
with parquet reactions

You woman YOU
laughing at the moon
hair sprayed up to the sky

Pants too tight
too pastel
Powder puff girl
straight from hell

[Simone]

Poet...your work is incredible...the words just dance around me in techni-color...it feels like I *see* them as a visual image instead of *reading* them...

I would buy your books!

[~poet]

Thank you grrl......i miss you (f)

[~poet]

its...
falling down a well
dizzy hard into darkness
those walls that just won't budge
i scream for ten minutes
then hear water coming in

it's...
the perforated scars
of severed pages
empty notebook shells
covers and backs
all the dead soldiers laying crumpled
by the trash can
the meat is rotting and the flies have dinner
alone

it's...
beating my head against the wall
trying to numb thoughts
that forgot they were off this holiday
say a little prayer
and put them to sleep

it's...
working overtime
working all the time
working until reality blurs
one big clock
one little paycheck

its...
stacks of pages
with no destination
inches of life in words
please! one copy per person
this is my sanity
i am free
it has a price

its...
doubling over
sobbing like I'm ten
don't know which age to be today
those acid feelings make me eighty

bitter
angry
prop me up with my TV tray
let me pick life apart
while i mash potatoes between my
gums

old woman
crazy woman
woman with a slowed heart
women with a serrated tongue
just a tired little woman

i can collapse into myself
fold up like an emergency blanket
buttoned up and beautiful
shut off from
them

i created them
paper little wrongs with pretty dresses
ties and shoes
I'm just fine
bring me my pillow
leave me alone

it's...
not stopping
it will last until tomorrow
tomorrow my savior
i will bake cookies and wear pearls
as i cry at today's feet
smoothing my paper dress
smiling as I pick
apart the seams

[rsdadi]

Powerful stuff...reminding me what's real/what's important (what's painful)...making it hard to now get back to work. But that's ok. Honestly, I'd rather be moved then worry about this expense report.


Thank you,
Lee

[~poet]

Always a kind word, thank you (f)

[solou2]

you are amazing absolutly amazing girl man please do write a book or get a book with your poetry published very bold and with profound breaking beauty damn. your words really spoke to me and humbled my bitterness in the same moment. wow......

[LadyMenyce]

Poet...these are like favorite movie or song...so wonderful I had to read them twice.

Thank your for sharing...and inspiring!

LadyM

[~poet]

thank you (f)

[~poet]

Ocean of stone

When you touch me
You are the ocean
wild and unrestricted
you immerse me
without constraint

Stone becomes liquid
I dip my toes into you
clinging to the surface
until you gently pull me under

I hold my breath
free falling into the darkness
waves wash over me
hands and mouth

Ebb
the deliberate retreat
my skin becomes sand
greedily absorbing
the memory of your tide

Flow
that feeling of urgency
caught in the undertow
body jolting
scratching the water
fighting to the end

Ebb
the glorious torture
my mind still strong
my body spent
won't be long now

Flow
I feel it building
the gulls are waiting
floating for hours
I hear the plane

Silence
then a whisper like a breeze
"succumb"
my body obeys
I release my grip

sinking
my ocean of stone covering me
like a liquid blanket
making me comfortable
while I drown

[~poet]

This house is cold
I turned the lights on in every room
and the television too loud

The back bedroom is empty again
Little bed without warmth
Cars and posters
And those books that mock me
Runaway bunny
…runaway

Sometimes I revel in the silence
No spills or talk
I walk naked behind my walls
And sleep past seven

Most times I curse the silence
Busy my hands
Busy my thoughts
Toss and turn wishing I were a drunk

Little man of mine
You’re smarter than I
Pure and resilient
In your alabaster skin

I can sit for hours
Remembering how it felt
Swollen belly and breasts
When pioneer women took over my body

I sat cross-legged
Balancing you in my lap
You’d find my hair
And tug yourself to sleep

I didn’t put you down
Those first two years on my hip
They all thought I was crazy
But I knew you would grow

And now

This house is quiet without you
No spills on the weekends
No toys in the tub
No other anyone

Just me

Flat belly
Flat house
You leave the cap off every Friday
Now all the bubbles are gone

[FemmeLovinBoi]

This is very beautiful Poet. Your writing is wonderful. Thank you for sharing your gift.

[annastaciapa]

(((Poet))))

Your work is amazing. Thank you for sharing this. It brought tears to my eyes and think of my daughter. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Anna

[IDontWearAny]

Poet, if I never saw your pictures and only read your word I would still see your beauty. Your talents seem endless. Thank you for sharing. You are amazing and a blessing to all that you come in contact with.

[Gothic Baby]

I love your poetry Poet. Very deep.

[tommy]

Poet dear friend.
You the real renaissance girl, have struck us down again, this time with your pen.

And we all stand there, exhale and say "Ah."

Rembrandt with brush.

Shakespear with pen.

I'm so glad to call you friend.

tommy Annie's meat, sorry couldn't resist. lolol.
(i)

[pagandyke]

(}) Cyber hug for making me feel better with words. You weave the words like you weave the fabric.

You are a goddess.

Pagan, newest member of the Poet fan club

[hrh]

Your words make my heart so full, full of sadness that he leaves and full of happiness that he returns. Your words makes my womb skip a beat. You can feel the love you feel for your son through your words.
Not many people can do that.
You are amazing.

hrh

[~poet]

wow
thank you all .....

there is no better compliment to me, then when someone "gets me"...and when something you've done can be applied to someone else, their life, their situation..... taking them to private, quiet places within themselves.......well, there is nothing better for me.

thank you again (f)

[cara]

Beautiful, poet. Beautiful.

(l)

[CrazyCara]

You are absolutely amazing girl! What a talent you have :)

[~poet]

It was that dark hair
or maybe that skin tinted green
those old circles
tying up black pearl eyes

All those little girl thoughts
set off like metallic dresses
slip them over the head
watch as they fall lifeless
with a faint pulse

I was never her
at seven i wished for braces
at nine i wished for breasts
at 11 i wished for blonde hair and
Becky Glover's cornflower eyes
...and some other life

Ethnic
Different
all those home remedies
all those loud dinners
ashamed like the first day of menstruation
hiding
always hiding

A Daddy that drank too much
A Mommy that cried too often
Brothers and sisters blurred together
and me in the middle
a solitary soldier
hanging onto raggedy ann's striped leg

Catholic girl
she's down on her knees
praying by the water again
Little plastic statues balanced on rock alters
quiet girl
No voice could scream those feelings
trapped behind bedroom #3
down the hall with a door that had no lock
i could touch myself for hours
and not make a sound

Masturbation
Abomination
Surely i would burn in hell
but Mary never told me the reason
and Jesus loved all the little children

Men in collars
Men in bars
Men who betray
use
and abuse
with just a shot of whiskey
for a glimpse of ruffled socks
and pigtails pulled tight

So i lived in my skinny legs
Not allowed to shave until 13
No makeup until 15
Sneaking blush on the bus and pretending
i could be like her
wishing i could be just like her

when the rebellion hit
the hair cut off
the holes in ears
the back-seat of that oldsmoblile
somewhere by the trees where i screamed
like a baby's first cry
while tears collected like pond water
stagnant with sickness

the troops came in
the rosary and the thick leather belt
conquering a spirit undone
waving like a princess on a float
watching as they passed by without a word
just slow motion anger on the heels of insanity

youth
gone like a touch on the small of my back

innocence
lost one rainy night when a dream woke me up

reality
just a zipper with cloth in the teeth
going down smoothly

but impossible to hold together

[~poet]

Angst

black satin paper
written with invisible ink
i wrote a tale of woe
and handed it out like lunch menus
to the blind

we live in plexiglass cages
encased at birth
the inner ear is not the only bone
that stays the same

and you
with your tools of the trade
a saw and drill
and a smile that fell crooked on your lips

lover
edge yourself through the crowd
bring your bag of tricks my way
if only for a moment

sit on my blanket
open the book
while i hug you with my legs
little charms to help you remember
long strokes to help you forget

grind me as the sparks create fire
whittle me down to a perfect crevice
implant in me your rock hard bar
and nail me like a new roof
after a hail storm

[tommy]

geeeeeeezus christ





tommy

[Medusa]

Tommy----you are SUPPOSED to be enjoying your woman, you FREAK!!!! Get to WORK!

[annastaciapa]

((((Poet)))))

A little butch birdy told me you had some some new poetry. Wow! Can I tell you enough how amazing you are?

You need to be published.

Annie.. still alive ;)

[~poet]

(((Annie))).....been thinkin bout you and that little Butch bird (lol).....the pictures were wonderful btw ;) foxy is such a sucker for a pretty face <s>

thanks for the nice words...you always make me smile.

x0x0
(f)

[Lilipop]

You do have that edge in your words sis....good work

[~poet]

What started off like some sort of quiet prayer
turned jagged in it's fury of demands
tripping through the motions
I caught a glimpse of myself today and saw something old
so tell me I'm bitter with optimism
or will the wait do me in?

while i sit like a statue and trace the lines of your imaginary face
i see you stand before me stoic and warm
pulling my fingers through the air like a dedicated women doing needlepoint
just a glance while they laugh at the crumbs i cling to
just a blink while the tears pool under my lashes like mud

YOU
i don't need another promise of the possibility
expectations doused in lungs filled with water and smoke
so i lay beached in the sand waiting for bottles to collect around my ankles
as you grit your teeth and call me a bitch or a dyke or a selfish cunt
Truth be told, I'm every single one rolled up into something lost
protecting her young...

so FUCK you
like i never did when you laid on top of me
FUCK you
as i hang up the phone again and again and again and again
fuck YOU
just a bad memory of a nightmare born into another body
FUCK you
for casting your shackles around me
year number 13 still waiting for my number to be called

See? The wrists aren't bleeding, not like 21 with that nervous skirt I wore and that wild laugh you couldn't quite explain
See? Just slick calloused skin that doesn't remember that night...

I'm just a silhouette of everything you never possessed
the girl with silence behind her eyes
dishing out last night's leftovers
and a cake with no frosting
legs and perfume
hair in the drain
tell me one more time
say it one more time
watch as the blood flows over my lips like a kiss

you cannot affect me
as I smile with pink teeth
biting my tongue
as I bide my time

[Simone]

Poet...

You are a freaking miracle...

So much power in your work...Dam it, you *DO* need to be published...

[hir]

(l) simply stated, you are awesome...

[~poet]

giving (((hir & Simone))) a big hug
thank you (k)

[Kyssme]

Damn, honey.......that gave me shivers........

[~poet]

Edging
Back into the fray
while the clothes dry like a carcass in the sun
wet leather forming something hard
and divine

all the pretty cows are grazing in the ocean
as i peel off socks
wiggling naked toes and ankle bones
laughing in deliberation

Lean into me
rock solid emotion
quietly tugging at your shirt
as i unbutton and watch

your letter is revealed
red and gold
looking like the sun
looking like my one
and only
superman

sharp edged softness
let the space get smaller
until there is nothing but a tone
long and even
like a sirens' song
collecting seaman

lover
it's an emergency test
just in case the rocks close in
plot your escape
sink down
relax
and take a breath

[annastaciapa]

((((~poet))))

amazing, simply amazing

[~poet]

thanks (((Annie))) :$

[~poet]

hey Kyssme!!!
i've missed you wild one ;)

[~poet]

It's crazy

I watched the new one
I think her name is Ruth
pretty face
with a bewildered stare
hidden behind square glasses
tearing spinach
wondering if this is normal

An almost altercation
diffused with a touch
your head in the nursing home
because Marie fell again

She counts her panties
labeled with a sharpie
folding and unfolding
passing the days
crying and complaining

There's a quiet man
with eyes like cut glass
set deep within a weathered face
your life is long
you're life's a song
but she left you anyway

I know you're a good man
just one too many wars
hiding in those hands
callouses instead of tears
they get thicker every year

And you
the moody one
"worse than a woman" they say
cutting melons like a surgeon
compiling your fruit bouquet

I catch your eye
yeah, i know what you think
only four more hours
until your liquor store drink

A batch of compiled misfits
Characters in a book
Alive, in the here and now
Stories to behold
unfold
Be told
if you'd just take a look

[tommy]

All in a day
It's crazy


Wow my friend, where do you gather these characters from, they are so real.

You must be that old soul you say you are.

Toni, too. lolol.

tommy
your friend.

[tommy]

Poet my friend,
such a young person,
so little girl like on the outside,
so big as the world inside.

You always humble me.

tommy

[tommy]

What started off like some sort of quiet prayer
turned jagged in it's fury of demands.....


This one hurt just to read.

You have a gift, my young friend.

I christen you "A national treasure"

tommy

[Catssu]

I'm always touched when I read you...
going to places I've never imagined going...
thank you my sweet friend. (f)

[Tanbiere]

Splendid work. I've often admired, but not commented on, the things you've written, yet I'm compelled to tell you today that I really did like that last piece. Thanks.

[~poet]

Tommy~ lol you know you'll always be my gumba...thank you friend (l)
Catssu~another tried and true person in my life...thank you
Tanbiere~thank you for the kind word, i enjoy your work a lot.

[~poet]

I took a trip across the desert
looking for a piece I'd lost somewhere along the way
Just me and the sun
burning a hole in my back
like when we were kids
seeing how long we could stand in front of the fire
before we melted
Screaming giggles escaped as we sat down on burning bottoms
enjoying the pain of it all

The absence of green made my breathing shallow
Imagining little creatures hiding in the sand
somewhere below my steps
Spiders, snakes and those lizards with tails like pointed knives
The misunderstood ones seem to be drawn to baron lands
Simon and Garfunkel played in my head
and I had to laugh, it was all very dramatic

I imagined myself lost, and tried to stir up a panic
I couldn't muster it...well, maybe a little
Then I wondered about the last moments of death
Do we see a slideshow of our lives?
The good, the bad, and the ugly revealed just waiting for the whistle and a squint from Clint's blue eyes
Will missed opportunities hang like crooked pictures in yard sale frames
tempting us to straighten, but not able to touch?
Or all our regrets projected onto a wrinkled sheet in an attic
with the need to leave but unable to find the escape hatch

See...
I misplaced reel #42
there is dust and an IOU left in it's space
and it's too hot to remember
but too important to forget
So maybe I'll make my own version
Like my Nona does when she talks about the past
I guess living in the computer age has it's benefits
You can splice with laser precision
no record of jumps or skips
Just wind it up like Christmas
and make yourself believe it.

[ArwenN]

Originally posted by ~poet
Just wind it up like Christmas
and make yourself believe it.

I love pieces like this. You have soul.

[Tanbiere]

I found this to be..beauty marked. Well done poet.

[tommy]

God,
I hate to sound cliche.
But you are eternally deep my friend.
Enough to bring tears to the eyes
minutes after reading.

God.

tommy

[Don Juan]

and truly powerful....if you are not published you should do it.

[~poet]

ArwenN~thank you :) you're such a positive person full of encouragement...a treasure

Tanbiere & Don Juan...thank you!

(((T))) ty pally~

[~poet]

I imagined you a tree
and me
some nervous bird
seeking refuge in your branches

Gathering up worries
like straw
little bits of paper possibilities
forge a makeshift peace

The oak and the crow
alone in a forest
witnessing a summer rain
with no language mouthed

Just wings flapping
against the bark
of your skin
tickling your 40 rings

Listening to the rustle
of your leaves
while you shelter me
from the storm

[ArwenN]

Originally posted by ~poet
Just wings flapping
against the bark
of your skin
tickling your 40 rings

Listening to the rustle
of your leaves
while you shelter me
from the storm

Mmmm... sigh. I wanna be that bird. I love the age reference! Subtle!

[shy1]

God I love you......(f)

[Warbirdie]

beautiful poems, oh Poetic one!!

((((Poet)))))

[~poet]

thanks ArwenN :)....we're going to have to hook up, i'd love to talk with you r/t!
(((((WB))))).....sheesh i miss you! How have you been kiwi goddess? Give those girls a kiss from Auntie Poet ok?! (f)

honey....i'm shocked! you posted something to me in here...<s>

two more days...(can you feel the longing?)
until my mouth is right there...so close to yours
i'll whisper exactly what you do to me, mean to me....and show you just how much i love you...
you're perfection Angel...my muse and my agony....what any artist needs to sustain a temperamental mindset ...so glad you've chosen me to torment....so glad you're mine.
(l)

[BJLaFemme]

(((Poet)))

Beautiful stuff, my friend. Truly, I don't know which I'd rather see first... a book of your poetry or a book of your photographs. Ah, I'm a selfish femme. Want both.

Have a wonderful, wonderful time with your Angel, this week. (l)

BJ*

[tommy]

Originally posted by BJLaFemme
(((Poet)))

Beautiful stuff, my friend. Truly, I don't know which I'd rather see first... a book of your poetry or a book of your photographs. Ah, I'm a selfish femme. Want both.

Have a wonderful, wonderful time with your Angel, this week. (l)

BJ*

I second this motion.
well put.

of course Poet ur in heaven now. I can feel the joy.

tommy

[~poet]

((((BJ & Tommy))) (l)

[~poet]

Right this moment
Someone is being put into the ground
People are wearing black
And traffic is backed up for miles

I met him several times
He’d pull up in exotic cars
And we all knew he had more money than God
And the saints put together

But
He let himself go for some reason
His belly hung over Italian suits
He grew his hair out and got a perm
And you told me he was once
A very handsome man

When you came by yesterday
I knew you needed to talk
“I’m so sorry…..are you ok?
I’ve been worried….I knew he was your
Best friend”

I’d heard all the stories
About Vegas and women
And a friendship that spanned decades
A shared wild youth
That outlasted businesses, wives, and the IRS

You got so quiet
And I felt that moment of awkwardness
I could see your eyes getting wet
And I thought…..please don’t cry
I’ll only make it worse

So he left a tape instead of a note
And I listened as you talked
Never a tear falling
Somehow you suspended them there in your eyes
And refused to blink
Maybe it’s an old cop’s trick
With too many years of practice

He said on the tape
He almost told you last week
Almost

But see….
He was serious
And when you’re serious about killing yourself
There is a quiet resolve
That makes you shut your mouth as you shut people out

Nobody knew
Half the town is there today
But I wonder how you’re doing
Holding him on your shoulder
Sweating in your suit
And not trying to blink

[~poet]

Oh yes dear friend
I heard you last week
Crying around the corner
Sixty-two and such a tiny little thing

I met your daughters
And their daughters
A house full of women
With you at the helm
And him in the bed
Barking out orders
Like a drill sergeant not ready to retire

So I hold your hand and give you coffee
Like it’s some magical potion
Gonna make all those tears dry
Gonna make it all better
You’ll see

When you look at me
All I can see are those hazel eyes
Burnt with sadness
A girl shipped off at sixteen
Searching for another life
…a better life than this

The irony is
We are all still “that girl”
See?
The package shifts and changes
Time adds and takes away
But the heart is a constant

You’re still her
Long braids and freckles
Penny candy melting in your pocket
Doing for everyone
Getting nothing in return

Searching for another life
…a better life than this

[ArwenN]

Originally posted by ~poet
{SNIP}
The irony is
We are all still “that girl”
See?
The package shifts and changes
Time adds and takes away
But the heart is a constant


Poet, this was lovely! Made me think of an English warbride for some reason. I really liked this!

[tommy]

wow sage Poet.
Always right.
Wise beyond your years.

tommy

[Don Juan]

Beautiful as always poet. (f)

[Elsbeth]

just beautiful.... ~smiles~
Elsbeth

[~poet]

ArwenN~~thanks (that's so romantic) :)
(((T))) ty friend
Don Juan~thank you (f)
Elsbeth~ thank you Ma'am *s*....i've read your work, very lovely.

[~poet]

Pull the lever
watch them trail to
the guillotine
it has no mercy

a quick and painless reconstruction
turning something whole
into silken powder
not intended for cheeks
and noses

press it
hard
but not enough to bruise
if it were skin a gentle crimson would
blush upon it

guide it to the pressure
clamping down
as it weeps
black tears

until it can take no more
and dies trickling
into a golden
orgasm

bring it to your lips
close your eyes
inhale it's scent
devour it's sacrifce

coffee and sex
every sense
an ending on
a nerve

sitting naked in
a freezing room
like bristles on
a brush.

[little man]

((((((((((((((((coffee)))))))))))))))))))))))

(((((((((((((((~poet)))))))))))))

[~poet]

LOL......thanks little man, a guy that likes his coffee!!! (c)

[Don Juan]

Love your poetry.

[~poet]

Thank you for reading Don Juan, much appreciated :)

[~poet]

She is
a blink of your eye
an apparition
that you create

Her words
are a butcher paper
tourniquet
keeping all
the pretty locked away
with two inch pieces of
tape and unknown appreciation

She plays with God's
hands
but only on Wednesdays
her lot in life involves
a top hap and rabbit
short skirts and quick wit

She paints on Michelangelo
smiles with permanent red No.542
and is secretly satisfied
when the lines appear in
the corner of her eyes

She has no need
desire
or affliction
except on days when the rain
finally comes

Chains are her solace
only then does she feel
something
only then does she feel
anything at all

Without the pain
the joy is muted
monochromatic colors that glisten in the sun
disappear completely when the lights go
out

Without the sorrow
ecstasy becomes
an everyday task
like waiting in the checkout line
watching your ice cream
melt into a puddle on the
floor

[annastaciapa]

(((((((( ~poet )))))))))


Lovely! It's amazing how you can make me feel every poem you write.

xoxoxo

Anna

p.s. great pics... looks like it was a grand time

[~poet]

(((Annie)))....it's because you have a big heart.
thank you (f)

p.s. it was ;)

[~poet]

C'mere lover
Game starts in ten minutes
The catcher's gone to bed
and the crickets are singing
our song

It's Saturday night hot out here
Bare ass'd on concrete
Dirt under nails
Hair in eyes
HOT out here

Slap
Bite
Push and pull me
Into that place
TAKE IT
I guarantee I'll put up a good fight

Nails digging in hard
Oh yes, I'll taste blood tonight
Skirt pulled up
Lace ripped down
The match is on
Fifty laps exhausted
but the will's still strong

Drops of sweat
across the skin
Better hold those wrists
Mind those thighs
Spread open by a promise
Delivered from that blade

Round one to you, Sir
Eyes close accepting conceit
no movement
or breath
as i offer internal congratulations
squeezing the hand
of my welcomed defeat

[tres_rouge]

hudda... phew. again!

[AbbieH5]

as i offer internal congratulations
squeezing the hand
of my welcomed defeat
wow...how do you pack so much revelation into three little lines? You are one hell of a writer.

[hir]

brevity that is poignant, intense, erotic and verah touching...

[~poet]

(f)tres~ (k)
(f) Abbie
(f) hir

~thank you

[~poet]

Somebody told me once that sculptors must be the most blessed of all artists. His theory was that they could create something three dimensional from memories, love, perversions, lust, or tenderness. They could make something tangible from emotion, pour themselves into their creation and make it real to them, even for a moment. I thought about it for a minute and wondered if they were the most blessed or cursed.




Run that smooth finger
over plasticene features
exposed under florescent light
I'll take my time
alone in the studio tonight

A left hand never leaving that curve
there's something
safe in the small of the back
a delicate strength
like covers up under your chin
keeping the monsters out
and ruby slippers in

An arm is born
with an internal sigh
no sight required
thoughts unfolding blueprints in my mind

a muscle here
shoulder there
strained and taut
as you spread my legs
I grab on tight
realizing my mistake

laughing through tears
picking clay from nails
making repairs

Gently over the nose
up to the eyes
I've touched you like this thousands of times
it was warm and real
but i can pretend

trailing across that dip in your chin
smoothing your lips
praying for an invitation to offer my
cheek

nothing comes
so i rest there
and wait
press it in hard
another mistake

Down your chest
thick waist and thighs
on bent knees i lose myself
in that vein on the top of your foot

instinctively look up
meeting your glance
it's seconds before reality seeps in
with the thoughts of the sad stupid girl
that I've been

So I pull back the reigns
while I turn out the light
crawl up to the lap
nuzzle a face into cold hard skin
curling up as I kiss you
goodnight

[CaryD]

~

All artists are blessed..

the "cursed" part is the fact that
they are the deepest people
so feel the range of all emotion to
their very Soul. They earn
their Understanding
from a lot of
experiencing Pain.

After all. dear ~poet..

" Is Life what you make it..
Or
how you choose
to Perceive it....??"

How blessed to be a sculptor..
the spirit of every woman
my hands have touched
flows thru my hands into the clay..
The soft flow of her hips
and the most alluring
Her shoulders
which show..

Her Attitude

Maybe in Italy..
I can pull the form "spirit"
from marble..
Imagine all that sweat...
Only to create a Woman
in Marble
Whose
Arms fall off..!


Art is a double JOY

The joy of
The Creation..

and then

The joy of sharing it
with someone...else...
~

Thank you for sharing
your poems..
they bring Joy to me...
~
Beautiful Women
make
flames run
thru my
Blood..

urging me to
Dare..

to
Show Off..

To Lure..

to Give the Decision
to
Surrender
To be Safe
Enough

That I won't
Let her
Drown..


~

[BJLaFemme]

instinctively look up
meeting your glance
it's seconds before reality seeps in
with the thoughts of the sad stupid girl
that I've been




(((Poet)))

(f)

BJ*

[~poet]

CaryD~...hmm, well, i tend to think artists are blessed not because we feel deeper than others, but because we have an outlet for emotions. If you think about it, emotions don't necessarily go deeper for those that create, individuals in general are riddled with 'em, some just know how to expel the bad, hold the good, and create with what's left.

I think we make our life out of our perceptions. Cause and effect.

thanks for your thoughts~


(((BJ))) (f) thank you sweet girl.

[~poet]

She's...

a cabinet full of cereal with a tablespoon of milk

antique velvet caught in the rain

punch drunk sipping koolaid from a dixie cup

asphalt cracking black in her heels
walking like Frankenstein

Friday hair
swollen eyes
ruby lips
lonely thighs

five pounds too thin with candy in every drawer

hanging on for life
passing rest stops on a full bladder

got that feeling again
taking hold
got that feeling again

September gladiolas praying for frost

a little girl not ready for bed
perched at the window
feeling lost

[tommy]

beautiful expressions about a sculptress in love or making love to her creation.

i think.


it is very good.

duh!

tommy

ps: my opinion I don't think artists are cursed. Oh no. One able to create from nothing at all is devine.

[Catssu]

i'm always sent to deeper thinking when i read you Miss Poet...

thank you...

[bull dog]

((((Poet))))

You are an amazing artist. Your poetry sends me to that quiet place inside of me... thank you.

I feel your presence in my life everyday Little Sis. You are my Guardian Angel.

love,
Bully

[gentlebreeze]

Poet,

Your thread was my first stop today, and WOW! I was truly moved by many of your poems, "Esther's Hands" was my favorite. I love it when I can walk away with more than the words ... you paint images when you write! Thanks for giving me a glimpse into the world of a poet :)

Gentle

[annastaciapa]

yet again I am humbled and amazed

absolutely beautiful (((((~poet)))))

[tommy]

Annie says.....

Weariness encumbers me lonely,
far beyond pitiful's reach.
Her hands brittle,
though not with age,
seeking warmth in the weight of stones.
But shriveling cold
to the distant within,
I am intimate only without

Annie honey, I just love this ---its beautiful, my sweet.

tommy

[~poet]

WOW
(((Catssu~~Bully!~~Tommy~~Annie))) i love you guys.

Gentle~thank you for your words, and for taking time to say em. I appreciate that. (f)

Bully i miss you pup :( no matter how much time passes, you'll always be in my heart.

*sigh*

Annie, did you write that?
i agree with your guy there, it's beautiful...such a talent you have grrl.

Catssu~well, ya just know don't ya.

thank you all again, you made my day. (l)

[Warbirdie]

((POet))

you have such a way with expressing yourself in poetry... beautiful! (f)

[~poet]

Ed's Release

My black and white friend
you came in timid
tossing out coins
never meeting my eyes
going out silent
but not unnoticed

I watched you change the weight
between those feet
over and over
standing patiently for permission
to do something
to do anything

I'd sigh with frustration
furrow my brow
tell you to take it by the horns
don't wait Ed!
take it by the horns

Kind Einstein
mild baby
one in a million male wonder
with seven outfits all in grey...

I'll miss our talks
sipping iced coffee with straws
that almost smile falling across your face
as i cuss at the world
walking by

I wish a gentle life for you, dear one
Pitbulls in your path
to guard that innocent heart
All the edges perfectly aligned
Rules in place
pressed and neat
everything safe
everything sweet

[~poet]

((((WarMama)))))
come to colorado with that accent of yours...
i need to do > (k) < that in person.
colo and ca to vegas......NOT that far out of the way.
ya know?
i'll make you non meat dishes and we'll drink really good tequila.
and i can sit and listen to you and that accent and get all swoony and stuff.
whad'ya say?
x0x0x0x0

[Warbirdie]

are you serious??? *ggg*

*getting out the world maps*

[~poet]

as a heart attack
www.mapquest.com
(k)

[~poet]

Honey honey
yeah...
I ran through the city last night
cut my foot and saw
that hungry baby
again

Honey honey
yeah...
I cried with my fists last night
felt my age take hold
while a man put a quarter in a cup

Honey honey
yeah...
I made a paper flower last night
it was faded and torn
but i pinned it in my hair
and felt pretty again

Honey honey
yeah...
all the buildings were ablaze last night
windows exploded like Jiffy Pop
while i captured it on film

Honey honey
yeah...
Love is never a poem
written on gingerbread sheets
with gumdrop hearts

but it smells like sex
and feels like birthday cake
and who needs taste buds anyway?

[hir]

Originally posted by ~poet
Honey honey
yeah...
Love is never a poem
written on gingerbread sheets
with gumdrop hearts

but it smells like sex
and feels like birthday cake
and who needs taste buds anyway?
darlin' poet, i love that part the best... (k)

[Warbirdie]

wow
wowowowow!!
loving the end para especially!!



looking at plans now!! :)
seeing if its do-able yanno!!!

[annastaciapa]

((((((~poet))))))

beautiful, beautiful, and even more beautiful


yep... wrote that... I posted it here somewhere... I'll email you with it.


and hey... birdette... if I can finagle a rental car... we can drive out after Vegas ... I guess you and I need to get a chance to talk before you get here so we can make some plans

[Catssu]

Originally posted by ~poet
Catssu~well, ya just know don't ya.

Indeed I do Miss... Thank you. ;)

[~poet]

thank you hir~~WB~~Annie
(f)(f)(f)

(((Catssu)))~~

[~poet]

Hush now...
It's supper time at the cabin by the lake
The gulls are circling
waiting for dusk to roll in

We sip sweet tea from jars
Walk naked through the night
Hold hands when everything's blue
Dipping toes into ice

"Hell NO!" I exclaim
As you dive in head first
and I secretly admire that about you
until you hook my leg and reel me in

I cough as you warm my nipples in your mouth
pressing in
I feel you
while the fish sing praises
to the rustlers of their lair
hallelujah...hallelujah

I don't recognize my skin anymore
and the only chance for survival
is heat

Pull me onto shore
feel it in your bones
Make it real, Fisherman
I won't break

My core is on fire
No need for those gloves
This burn will sink those eyes
to the back of your skull

Can you hear them coming to life
As they watch a society made of two
Nature is our savior, Lover
We are welcome here

Hallelujah...hallelujah

[~poet]

I lost my mind at 10:48
The neighbor feigned innocence
and the child down the block
smiled and offered me a popsicle

I felt for two whole hours
how the next room looks
That florescent light
piercing through lashes
and there I stood
like Blanche under glass...without my scarf

I guess it's sweet
like patent leather before recess
and it didn't matter
that my fingers were torn
and i was in Thursday's dress

I held it to my Novocain body
praying for the tingle
waiting for the pins
catching clear marbles
as they rolled down the stairs
into a sack
with the bottom cut out

[tommy]

I can't believe it, you're even getting better.

Quo VADIS friend?

tomaso

ps: "I lost my mind at 10:48
The neighbor feigned innocence
and the child down the block
smiled and offered me a popsicle"

indeed! click and save.

I want to run down the block and show somebody this.

But Annie's at work
and Toni's out of town
in Santa Fe planning my and Annie's life. lol.

[~poet]

(((T)))!
how are you pally?? Been so long huh? I got your message, i'll call you this weekend ok? LIFE is one big wack job lately......lots to catch up on.

Toni is in Santa Fe? Planning your life??? LOLLLL....Santa Fe is good T!! (no humidity there...art...food....people...all good) Plus.....you'd be 6 hrs from me!! Yay TONI! I'd love it if you and Annie were closer. (((T/A/Toni))) (l)

[~poet]

Sweetness in circles
They bleed with a touch
A delicate shade of red
Staining fingers and lips
like secret kisses from a pretty girl
They taste like childhood
Soft like summer
Picking past sunset
in bushes that bite
Stealing prostitute swallows
it's a slow juice tease
that never quite quenches
Leaving you greedy
Wanting more

[tommy]

goshess Mrs. Cleaver,
now I want
Rasberries. Right Now!

tommy

[Tanbiere]

Beautiful imagery ~poet!

[cherubacious]

I agree, reminds me of first sexual awakenings and childhood lost.
emotive piece.

[~poet]

T~~Tanbiere~~cherubacious....thank you for reading, and for commenting, it's appreciated. (f)

[~poet]

There was a time i felt so aware
life entered me in tiny pricks
and I'd twitch the way mosquitos dance
under misty porch lights in the South

I felt decadent with too much sensation
so I'd wear that blank look
the one I borrowed from the attic
up the bathroom stairs
and walk slowly through crowds
like an ant collecting unemployment

I'd pretend I could be
the one they all saw
sipping blue voodoo from a hammock
with her feet dangling loosely
feeling the tickle of overgrown grass

and everything moved with ease
glided like Fred Astaire on a waxed dance floor
until age took hold
and all the needles became dirty
and life turned fuzzy in it's clairty
just an unfocused snapshot
that fell behind the dresser

I knew it was there
I watched it drop
I'd lay awake at night and think about the layer of dust
and that spider that made it it's masterpiece

but the pricks along my skin
opened as I grew
they bled tears on Sunday
somebody cut the grass
and time walked across me
with it's heavy lead shoes

[AbbieH5]

I'd lay awake at night and think about the layer of dust
and that spider that made it it's masterpiece.
wow.

[ArwenN]

Originally posted by ~poet
they bled tears on Sunday
somebody cut the grass
and time walked across me
with it's heavy lead shoes

poet this is so marvelous.

I think i was under those shoes myself.

[tommy]

my god girl!

u r really out there.

prose as poetry. wow!

tommy

[Bklynfem]

Hey sweet Poet! *wow*

Your words are amazing -- so strong, powerful and fierce. My day was hectic -- and my mind filled with details and drama (work, not mine) -- but your words pulled me in and replaced all the noise in my mind.

Bravo my beautiful femme sistah.

ps the boi birdy lead me here too!

xoxoxo

(k)

[Bklynfem]

Sending my love

to all of my favorite people who posted on this thread.

It is always good to be near you all!

xoxoxo(k)

[tommy]

Originally posted by Bklynfem
Sending my love

to all of my favorite people who posted on this thread.

It is always good to be near you all!

xoxoxo(k)

Bklyn I'll always love you.

tomaso

[Bklynfem]

(k) Right Back At Ya Bro


xoxoxox

Joan

[~poet]

Hey Abbie and ArwenN :) thank you both~

aw Joanie.....good to see you and T in here talking like the old days.....*sigh*

we'll always have the Blow Job Thread huh? ;)

(((J & T)))

love you both (l)

[~poet]

A ten and a half hour shift
in three and a half inch heels
the man at table fourteen was blind
had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen
one exposed and one covered with a patch

Five courses per person
means one and a half hours per table
nine pieces of silverware
rest pristine next to dishes ready to be
dirtied

I lost the entrees at 7:25
i paused for three seconds
while i gathered them from the corner of my brain
at 7:26 i apologized to table seven
told them calmly..." It's been a long day"
the upper class are sometimes forgiving
...sometimes

Richard speaks four languages
he explained that men are tipped higher than women
i told him it's a man's world
...even in the kitchen
being female has a price

Gunther said i was too skinny
I said he was the pot calling the kettle
He calls me Sylvia, so i call him Rex
he fought for Germany in the Korean War
i saw pictures of him at 18
in a uniform that made me stand at attention

The last table was cleared at 8:52
Wine makes people linger longer than they should
Rain in the dark feels like Fall
walking on the graveled path back to my car
feeling the day in my pocket
and in the soles of my feet

[bull dog]

Thank you Poet, you are amazing. I am catching up here on some of the poems with my morning coffee.

Hey can I join the family reunion?

love,
Bully

[Catssu]

Miss Poet...
reading and admiring... you.

[~poet]

Bully! of course you can darlin'...
you and Catssu*~ my big brothers (f)

x0x0 (k)

[~poet]

i painted my body red today
tracing the female lines
little grooves like razor cuts
collected the most color

it's a crimson kiss bleeding into your skin
covering flesh torn sadness
once it dries the black reveals itself

a shadowed thief near an open window
stealing the warmth of New Mexico dirt
cherry licorice
and the number three ball

in the dark red dies like the others
color fades into silhouetted trees in Iowa somewhere
and fingers can no longer find the words...

in the light it's a womb around a fist
red becomes alive like fire
marks you...if you get too close

your gaze succumbs to the trance
oh, that dance...
and you lose yourself, until you blink
in the color
that is woman

...

[bull dog]

Thank you little Sis. As always, your poetry is magnificent. You capture the essence of passion, pain, and mystery with every brush stroke, every word...

::: slidin a bowl of cherries down::: putting a quarter in the juke box... Etta James' At Last:::

[~poet]

thanks (((pup))) you're too kind to me (f)

[~poet]

Swinging on a seat built for alone
Head back looking towards the sky
Stomach catching up when the first bell rang
Silent one with your hands holding tight

I parked far away
Watching, like mother elephants do
Grabbing fast food napkins out of the glove box
like lottery tickets

A pattern repeating itself
Leaving me on that playground
28 years of overgrown grass and the sound of
those girls

That feeling
That feeling took me over and left me doubled up
Anger kicked in the door and sat on my legs
and i couldn't move

So I sat leaking like a broken down baby
with thoughts and memories repeating themselves
Playing out before me in some perverse flash

As I watched my little boy blue
Carry the weight of something heavy
That i dropped long ago

With that sad smile popping up
Telling me everything's ok
Nothing to worry about
everything's ok
everything's ok

[Don Juan]

This is so moving Poet...Loved it

[annastaciapa]

((((((((((~poet)))))))))

wonderful and touching

({) (x) (z) (}) to momma and little boy blue

xoxo
anna

[AbbieH5]

As I watched my little boy blue
Carry the weight of something heavy
That i dropped long ago

you continue to amaze me with your talent.

[tommy]

o poet.

beautiful but breaks the heart.

ur really good.


tommy

[~poet]

thank you all
(f)

[~poet]

Let me...
entertain myself
block the mind for one brief moment
close my eyes and not see the boxes
the bills
the empty bottle of advil
and the sour milk

yes...
just a little song to take me away
a memory of that kiss that found the small of
my back
as the plant dies that shade of yellow
and the water dish gets knocked over
again

no...
i don't hear the phone
and my feet no longer hurt
I'm in control of my bed right now
covers wrapped like tourniquets around my ankles

bound
by self
to the entertaining touch of a masters
baton
that extends through my fingertips
as the sun goes down behind a gentle cheek
and the music fills my body

like a misfit orchestra
of forgotten tongues

[gniee]

hey I hon I have been meaning to post...


love your writing dear...lol

[bull dog]

((((Poet)))))

Always look forward to Sundays.

love,
Bully

[~poet]

gniee~ hey lil pixie girl, thanks for stopping by :)

(((J))) hugs are as good as Sundays~ thank you (f)

[~poet]

The world crashed down today
Did you feel the tremor?
Blue haired ladies sat passively sipping hot tea
watching two pensive men stir their coffee

Civilizations were born in the mind
of an eight year old today
as subtle as pencil lead
yet so vast the Montana skies opened up like cracker jack boxes
spilling metal whistles
to the open palmed masses below

Generations touched minds today
quiet conversations
whispered understandings
blooming like the breasts of a 13 year old girl
rising up under a cotton t-shirt
turning slowly from adolescence
still sucking on her thumb

[bull dog]

Poet, reading your poetry is indeed like having a quiet conversation with you... whispered understandings... touching my mind & heart.

thank you,
Bully

[Don Juan]

Poet, your are beautiful inside and out. I love reading your poetry.

[tommy]

allow me to add my name to the list of admirers.

I don't know where all this comes from in you, but god you flatten us all in awe.

u r a natural.

tomaso

[~poet]

thank you for the comments and reading. Means a lot. (f)

[~poet]

It's never everything you think it is
You're never everything you think you are
good
pure
bad
evil
It's a continuium
a wheel in motion
It blends the colors into something
unrecognizable
Small flecks of green and blue
yellow and black
customized red
It keeps building momentum
as you sit there by the side of the road
sipping something cold, not saying a word
holding that pebble in your hand
squeezing it hard
polishing it with silent thoughts and childhood prayers
hoping someday it will glisten
like the light off a hubcap
that harsh glare that makes you squint
curls up the corners of your mouth
and makes tears fall without any sadness

[gniee]

hey dear....was thinking about you last weekend --- hoping you had a great weekend :)

I have pictures up...under gniee --- have to see what I wore for the halloween party...

as always a pleasure to read your poetry

lol gniee

[AbbieH5]

and makes tears fall without any sadness
That's one hell of a way to end one hell of a poem.

[~poet]

hi gniee :)
i saw your pictures and you looked wonderful (such a pretty pixie you are) ;) thanks for reading!
hey Abbie! :)

[~poet]

it was an innocent slip
a clean break
a wine glass as fragile as skin
entering flesh like a mouse under the door
quiet and unnoticed

so i stood there
as the woman in the fuzzy green sweater
watched from the corner of her eye
between bites of salad and conversation

it took me somewhere else
like a smell, or an old song on the radio
and i lost my place as i watched life drip
red tears from my hand

i couldn't help but smile
as it pooled with the finished lunch special
making designs on porcelain
that cried for appreciation

it stung
like your blade on my thigh
it stung

and those sounds that came from deep in your throat
were now loud in my head
drowning out the clatter of background noise around me

and in that moment
i saw your eyes
wild like an animal
and willed myself your pray

remembering
the first time you cut me

[ArwenN]

Originally posted by ~poet
and in that moment
i saw your eyes
wild like an animal
and willed myself your pray

remembering
the first time you cut me

Oh my word, poet.... this was ... well.. ahem. it was fabulous!

[shy1]

(l) hmmm...amazing My love...you are truly amazing...I love you .... (l)

[Catssu]

wow... the places you go... the places you take us.
thank you for sharing such intimacy with us...
amazing indeed Miss...

Catssu

[tommy]

a pen's painting.

t

[69Goddess]

Oh my.......I see now.......... OK ~poet; I may be slow - but I get it now. Uhmmm that's pretty impressive stuff. I got cut deep today too.....but am only watching the vampiress circle my body...... it will be nightfall before she has the "guts" to swoop in on me; but it will happen - as sure as I bleed...............:$

[~poet]

ArwenN~ thank you :) *looking forward to meeting you the 13th!*

Catssu~ thank you for reading, and for being so sweet to me/my work~ anyone ever tell you you're a nice guy? ;)

T~ my funny friend....i miss you damnit~ hope all is well in your world~ write when you can ok? (l)

69Goddess~ lol.....you beat me to the punch, i noticed the wrong spelling/context after i posted it, and spaced out a correction
Glad you liked it, and hope you're bandaged up properly ;)

[~poet]

I love you too Sir.....
pretty unbelievable how i can feel you, hear you, smell you....when, in miles, you're so far away...

only a season Daddy...
only a season
(l)

[~poet]

A dial tone in your ear
Winters hand against your thigh
Driving in the dark
With memories like razor blades
Pulling those delicate stitches
Woven loosely
Hanging by that thread
Always fraying at the end

Loneliness

Takes a number
Sits to your left
Touches your hand like a lover
Until all you feel is

Empty

Except for those dreams
Those childhood dreams… forgotten
Until you were grown
You resist like a girl of 14
Fending off boys
Closing your knees
Never speaking your peace
Still it enters you, like a nicotine calm

Slowly

Deep like silt
Until every pore is it’s victim
Until the moment
The day
The lifetime
It decides to release you

[hir]

Originally posted by ~poet
...With memories like razor blades
Pulling those delicate stitches
Woven loosely
Hanging by that thread
Always fraying at the end
hmmm, how verah succinctly accurate m'am...

[tommy]

gawd Poet my friend, I don't know what to say, you are tooooooooo much. Art personified and a beautiful personification at that.

always,

tommy

[shy1]

...and when I read your words...those vivid, touching, emotional words that tug at my heart...I want to reach across the miles and pull you close to me...easing your loneliness...calming you...whispering in your ear, it's okay baby girl...I'm right here holding you tight...(l)

[Catssu]

reading and taking it all in... thank you.

[~poet]

hir~ and Catssu~ *sigh*...guess we have that distance thing to relate to huh? thank you for reading. (f)

T~ thank you friend, always too generous with me, but i thank you (f)

Mr Shy1~
*s*
i do feel you, i still ache most days...but i think maybe that's because i feel you?

(l)

[~poet]

these fingers will spend an eternity
smooth with creation
no marks or veins decorate
the surface
numb like a schoolgirls knee sock
slipping down in Latin 101
as the foot keeps cadence
with the teeth marks in the pencil

these hands will spend lifetime
after lifetime
offering cool porcelain toil
heavy weights propped in each palm
with a collected expression until the sirens are heard
winding the clockwork belly like a veiled religion
tic tock
tic tock

these wrists will hold the answers
gladiola stems hollow in the middle
spilling out generations of lunacy
as you pluck the blooms with your teeth

[bull dog]

Very fine poem, Poet. Thank you.

(f),
Bully

[tommy]

Ahhhhhh.

You are always welcome my dear loving friend.

I dreamed that Shy1 gave me a pair if his jeans, they were old and patched, but in the dream I realized it was a very significant gift that I needed on some level. They represented some badge of honor that he used and outgrew and passed on to me.

Its funny to where things have come to and how much they or I have changed. You know of what I speak.



yours,
tommy

[~poet]

Hiya Pup *s*, and thank you (f)

T~have you been eating peanut butter before bed?
Vivid dreamer that you are...
and yes, i know of what you speak, but remember one thing ok? you're still you, always have been~always will be....capice?
you need to write damnit
who said that? ;)

xoxo (l)

[~poet]

Crystallized words float through a January brain
Snow globe head shaken like last night's martini
Inside fires crackle like bottle rocket bullets
shooting rubber ducks in a summer's wading pool

It's all just Little House On The Prairie
Waiting for Pa's sideburns
to waltz through that door
Smiles and brushed hair worn to the waist
cotton dresses with eye hooks
gumballs rolling down the shoot
juicy oranges and striped candy canes

ho ho HO
let it pass quickly and quietly
like a ceramic doll closing her eyes
easing into a horizontal hibernation
goodnight
sugarplums
goodnight

[AbbieH5]

...and perfection continues.

[tommy]

Originally posted by ~poet
Crystallized words float through a January brain
Snow globe head shaken like last night's martini
Inside fires crackle like bottle rocket bullets
shooting rubber ducks in a summer's wading pool

It's all just Little House On The Prairie
Waiting for Pa's sideburns
to waltz through that door
Smiles and brushed hair worn to the waist
cotton dresses with eye hooks
gumballs rolling down the shoot
juicy oranges and striped candy canes

ho ho HO
let it pass quickly and quietly
like a ceramic doll closing her eyes
easing into a horizontal hibernation
goodnight
sugarplums
goodnight

wow sounds like a opening scene for a movie.

either as instructions for the set decorator or better yet....

said by a female narrator with a southern accent as the scene rolls in.

tommy

[tommy]

Originally posted by ~poet
Hiya Pup *s*, and thank you (f)

T~have you been eating peanut butter before bed?
Vivid dreamer that you are...
and yes, i know of what you speak, but remember one thing ok? you're still you, always have been~always will be....capice?
you need to write damnit
who said that? ;)

xoxo (l)

peanut butter makes one dream????????? hmmmmmm.

i kno wearing someones pants don't make you them....

i'm wearing tommy hillfinger's [sp?] jeans, and i aint rich, yet. lol.

tommy
ps:

yes about writing, infacT A capital YES!!!

[bull dog]

Martinis, now that puts me into the holiday spirit! *s* Very nice, Poet. I agree with Tomaso, this poem has a cinemagraphic (um is that a word) feel to it.

~ Bully

[~poet]

aw thanks guys~ it was more a bah humbug poem than anything else (lol) i've no patience to write anything beyond a few stanzas

i think i just have no patience period. *squinty eyed look to the ceiling*

Bully~martinis put you in the holiday spirit? (d) well pup, maybe it's just a certain bar maiden that does it for you....hmmm? ;) cheers (i'm so happy for you i could pee) *but i won't, i promise* :| ~ hey, did you ever have olives with jalapenos in your martinis? i'm hooked on 'em even moreso than cherries these days (it's true). although i think they're onto me at work, as the industrial sized marachino jar is half gone :$ lol.....ah, some things never change. OoOOoOo.....and i did discover hot buttered rums this season, and all the older ladies seem to enjoy them ...now.....if i can figure out how to make em with coffee (c) i'd be a happy camper :p

Tommy~ no no no....pb doesn't make you dream (and jelly is useless) pb just makes it easier to remember dreams! in your words "DUH" ;).
damn!!! i'm soooooo glad to hear you're writing, ~seriously~, send me something, it's been forever since i've read you ok?

ok, i've blathered long enough.....
Happy Holidays to ~all~ the good (a) and bad (6) bois and grrls
ho ho ho
where the hell is the mistletoe (k)
Pavarotti is good for the soul (8)
and all that stuff.

(l)

[bull dog]

Poet, you're right, when it comes to martinis, it's all in the delivery. ;)

Olives with jalapenos, woo hoo, sounds right up my alley. Maybe I should order an industrial size jar of them, along with the marchinos.

Happy Holidays all! Ho ho ho and all that good stuff. Don't forget to stop and smell the mistletoe.

~Bully

[~poet]

She poured 15 bowls of milk
sweet winter dripping over her fingers
pure white opulent liquid
a mother's milk hedge, lined up like soldiers
protecting her stoop

Old bones set her back in a peculiar angle
thick fingers with too much skin
soft velvet roadmaps with secrets
hidden in each town

6:30 am
a glance to the wall
she took her position by the sill
coffee and night cream blended aromas
into a mixed martini of sunrise and age

The first glimpse of a tail
brought her knee socks back again
they came to her like clockwork
more reliable than the Sunday Times
or her dead husband's morning hard on

She watched them lap feverishly
tiny bodies hunching over caverns of white gold
wildcats with an urgency
before hunger set in and it was all just
feline dreams from a sunny placed sleep

This was her sanity
even though they said she was crazy
This was her youth
taken away when she looked into the mirror
This was her joy
at $2.39 a gallon

Milk...
fragile elixir giving life
opulent indulgence she'd soak in for hours
long past the days of perky breasts, rosy skin
and silk garters

This is her memory
and this will be her death
living on the tongues of strays
scurrying away without a thank you.

[Catssu]

a thank you i send your way Miss...
from me, the strays and all who take the time to feed them. (y)

[ArwenN]

Originally posted by ~poet

This is her memory
and this will be her death
living on the tongues of strays
scurrying away without a thank you.

Poet, this was amazing. Woman, you are beyond talented and why you are not published, I just don't know!

[nytomboi2002]

im sorry i dont get here much..my eyes r goin and the readin makes it tuff..i do soooo love yer stuff..quite a talent we have amoungst us...ty for your words(c)

[dragon]

Originally posted by ~poet
As I watched my little boy blue
Carry the weight of something heavy
That i dropped long ago

With that sad smile popping up
Telling me everything's ok
Nothing to worry about
everything's ok
everything's ok

Poet... don't ever stop writing! (l) :)

[tommy]

Poet!

I can add nothing to the praises penned here for you.

You are a wonderful dreamer of dreams, painter of fantasies.

OH, see I tried anyhow to add to your praises.

tomaso

[lokele44]

Sweet Girly Sister Of The Geisha Order!
Sports Fan...Roots and Feathers...Again...My Runaway Bunny... Just off the top of my head these poems fill my noggin as I lay around under the weather here at home...
What started out as some idle web surfing turned into an almost religious experience!
I like to tell people exactly what I think of them.
You, My Dear, are so articulate, emotive, expressive, talented, and so loving and wise.
I feel so warm and fuzzy with you at the helm of it all!
Thank you for sharing and keep it up- you truly have a gift-
HUGS!
~Chelle (k) (k) (k)

[~poet]

thank you
Catssu~ (f) i bet you feed strays huh? ;)
Arwen~(f) always so sweet. It was great to finally meet you....we must talk again girlie!
nytomboi~(f) thank you for reading! very kind words from someone so gifted.
dragon~ (f) thank you for reading! i'll keep on keepin on :)
tommy~ (f)god i miss you! HEY!!! you never sent me anything to read! grrrrrr (don't make me cuss now) (a) drop a line sometime damnit! ok? ok.
Geishagirl~(f)....you're one of those people who are built from kindness.....truly a sweet warm spirit you are. thank you sis. hope you feel better soon (i heard sipping drinks outta coconuts with the lil umbrellas and laying on white sandy beaches are really good for colds) ...seriously ;)

[~poet]

A penny for your thoughts?
A penny for a pocket.
Copper scraping against teeth
Makes for an explosive afternoon

Spit it out like expired gum
Watch it land in the street
Dirty with ice

Forget that shock
When it first hit your crown
That bitter metallic taste
It left in your mouth

Perch in a spot and wait for delivery
Hours pass leaving you hungry
Wanting bread and bed
Someone else’s quiet
head

Then you see her
Little woman built from layers
Handkerchief head bending at the waist
Making a wish, as she tucks it into her flannel

Collecting dropped thoughts from the misunderstood masses
They turn up in the most unfamiliar places
Parking lots and cafeterias
Dog tracks and cemetery grass

She’s a guardian of secrets
Happy with the weight words carry
Patting her side smiling
every time she hears them jingle.

[tommy]

from our Poet....

Collecting dropped thoughts from the misunderstood masses
They turn up in the most unfamiliar places
Parking lots and cafeterias
Dog tracks and cemetery grass

She’s a guardian of secrets
Happy with the weight words carry
Patting her side smiling
every time she hears them jingle.


god could you get any better?
some of these lines pluck at my brain
better yet they tug at my heart.

ha ha I'm the first in audience to stand up and clap today.

tommy
ps:

haven't writen anything thats why.
guess who sent me a joke?

[Catssu]

Originally posted by ~poet
thank you
Catssu~ (f) i bet you feed strays huh? ;)
busted!
13 at one time... each taken care of without fail.
now down three (a family i kept)...
and my two indoor babies...

Catssu... a sucker for cats!

[~poet]

In a pulse

I imagined mother's hugging their steering wheels
at every red light across the country
blonde curls dead with hairspray and heat
in the background the Bee Gees croon
If I cant have you,
I don't want no other baby....

Pretty soon tears dry up along with the heart
Shriveled bodies wave like a geriatric sea
Moans of transparent skin and too much heartache
but we don't have the time

Suddenly, you need a fix of someone from the past
Someone who lived when nylon was nylon
Because something inside you remembers
A place you've never been...
A task you've never completed

It’s a scavenger hunt
and everyone's a player
From beginning to end we decipher our route
like Galileo chewing on an opium pipe
Because we're all incomplete and the black X
Is invisible

It’s a factory defect without a recall
That 11-year-old girl found like a faded flower
Stripped of her petals
Naked like a bud
cast aside without time
for thorns

In a pulse

Everything makes sense
We dig for what's buried
Until we fall in our hole
X=death
And we were the treasure all along

In a pulse

One pulse
We’re gone

[shy1]

...leaving me speechless...and :'(

[~poet]

Tommy? didn't you tell me up there ^ that you were writing? <don't make me scroll, i'm too damn lazy and you know it>. i thought about you yesterday around 3pm my time. I had a brief conversation with you, did you get it? Hope you and Annie are well. Love to you both (l)

Catssu, see...i knew you were a stray feeder, just part of the nice guy you are. :) I'm thinking of you sweet one, so happy for you and your girl *sigh*....omg S!.....remind me to tell you of a movie i saw...i'll write you.

aw honey (k) it's amazing that you still love me knowing i'm a total nutcase. i truly am in awe of how you understand me. i don't even get me half the time.

[~poet]

so fine were the ends of the pins
that protruded from her fingertips
a touch of her hand left no sting
just a subtle burn that went away with a scratch

but unseen afflictions rarely go unheard

echoing against a bone china cup
little explosions cutting through the silence
each time she raised it to her lips
click...click...click
they played a one handed concerto
to the aloneness of the room

tea leaves floated like misdirected bugs
clinging to the edge
saving themselves from ginger flavored tsunamis
"Help me! Help me!" they screamed
click...click...click
down the mouth to bigger tides

As a child they'd come out only when she was scared
if she held her hand up to the light just so
she could almost see them

time bred legions, with a god for each tribe
anger
pain
sadness
the comanders in chief for armies of sharp pointed soldiers
falling into formation
lining her body like some holiday ornament
shimmering in the dark

click...click...clicking
on bone china cups
reminding her of their presence
reminding you of the burn

[ArwenN]

Originally posted by ~poet


but unseen afflictions rarely go unheard



This line just grabbed me, poet. You are such an amazing talent! I can't WAIT for you and Angel to get here. :-)

[tommy]

hi,

I send all your writing to Toni, Annie,BklynFem.

I hope you and Shy1 will be togther soon.

How are you doing? Alex?

I'm still in my home, but days are numbered.

I remember thinking of you, but not the time. I ALWAYS think of you as a friend.

Everytime I want to get back to my books something happens to take me off course.

Moving will be like losing a family member, I built this house. When buyers come to look, it is what I did that turns them on.

o well, we'll see.

tommy

[Bklynfem]

Poet (and Tommy)

I woke up thinking of you two -- even before I checked my email with the latest of your beautiful words.

((( Poet)))) -- your words are moving as always... (l) The depth of your soul amazes me.



(k)

[tommy]

Originally posted by Bklynfem
Poet (and Tommy)

I woke up thinking of you two -- even before I checked my email with the latest of your beautiful words.

((( Poet)))) -- your words are moving as always... (l) The depth of your soul amazes me.



(k)

hey sweet bklyn. good to see you on line, again.
i'll always keep you posted with our poet's word.

love,
tomaso

[~poet]

aw Tommy~
you always keep people connected huh? a sweet soul you are.

yes, soon, but not soon enough. time is a weird thing T, but i think you can relate to that.

Alex is doing great. :) made honor roll, all A's. he's far more intelligent than i'll ever be, and has a quick wit that's developing more and more. he cracks me up continually. still has that "little voice". and that giggle. remember? *s*

home.....well darlin' i understand, i know how much you put into that house, but you know what? other things are out there for you, other places you need to be, and maybe you don't want to realize that right now, but you'll see....nothing but white light ahead, a purpose for everything no? it will all work out, and it will all be ok.

and the books....
well, you know what's weird? i thought about that story, that series that you did, the one that made me laugh and laugh, and had that really wonderful ending (the one in front looked like a crystler) lol....do something with that T, send it off, it's ready the way it is. I know you have the others and you edit and re-edit and you'll be editing those things forever....maybe it's just time to send them off and see what happens. they are good the way they are. have a little faith..you're an amazing writer damnit.!! Ok, i guess i could just email you all this, lol.....i get ta talking and i dont shut up. :p.

Call me if you ever want to gab ok? I'm thinking good things for you friend. (l)


(((Joanie!)))
i just love you girl.....one of these days i think you me and Tommy should all knock back a few martini's and talk about blow jobs. What do you think? lol....
so so happy for you and all the things going on in your life....you're just one multi-complex beautiful woman.

ok nuff mush.

(k) for you two, you made my night. thank you.

x0x0
poet, girl of few words.

[tommy]

thanks heaps.

tommy ::: head bowed in tribute.

[~poet]

always so supportive and sweet.......thank you (f), and i can't wait either ;)

x0x0

[tommy]

Yes, Alex's voice. :)

[Bklynfem]

Poet

Those words mean so much to me

Sometimes I feel the Forum is like High School -- we are the class of 2001 / 2002 (or at least I am)

We definitly have to have a "reunion" , have a few cocktails and talk about blow jobs *weg* as well as the other wonders of life.

I am very happy -- and I am glad you are too. (k) to you Poet

(k)

[bull dog]

Hey Joanie and Poet, will you sign my yearbook? ;)

~ the Pup

[Bklynfem]

Hey Bully!!

Meet you in the Gararge! We can have a party!

(k)

[~poet]

Dearest Pup
U R 2 GOOD 2 B 4Gotten
BFA
poet
(l)

[~poet]

dish
cream
whipped
night
dreams
slip
stockings
pull
push
sex
suck
candy
sweet
girl
Daddy
lap
safe

pop that gum one more time
look out the window
all the trees are made of ink
broken pencils with erasers still in tact

it was a mistake that never made a mark
it was a mark that never made the news
sit there
feed me words
let them enter me like choir practice
watch the demons take hold

subdued
like glass
smooth and cool
never a sharp edge
until it breaks

[~poet]

meet me in the powder room/5th floor, 4th hour/i have cigarettes and a martini shaker hidden in my book bag....everyone else will be at the assembly! (l) poet

[thistle72]

Poet,
your writing is beautiful, breath-taking, heartwrenching, and everything in between.
when you read something someone else has written and it stings inside, just as it probably did the author... well, that's some good stuff. ;)

~thistle

[~poet]

zip

Fizzy's pizza keeps printing crooked

and Gunther never showed up Wednesday
for that blueberry muffin i tucked in a baggy
so i ate it on Thursday thinking about
radiation and how skinny his pants were looking
multi colored pills for every moment and he won't
put those damn glasses on to read the labels

and that guy George with a long single braid
Mike Brady with an edge post perm
never said one word to me and my flowered tickets

and Donna's aunt Josephine dying exactly 14 days
after the diagnosis
quick
lickety split
she missed the memo
tied to her linen dress with a big safety pin and faded
picture of her and her bee hive hair

Isabelle's still fucking the one who moves her by her neck
last kick was in the street on east 4th around 1:30am
his arms raised up shouting GOAL! gravel bits digging into her cheek
in front of a house lined with speed and misplaced youth
sit still because the sirens take awhile in that neighborhood

and Richard who just wants to sleep all day
reading that series of endless books with those long fingers tied in double banded
infinity rings waiting for Prince Charming in leather chaps
to curl up cozy in his perpetual daydream

while Russell waits for his Jerry beads
and his glasses without a frame

and all those lambs
dear Lord hallelujah
are being born right this minute
to ewes who scream until you reach in up to your elbow
and help Easter come out covered in pastel blues and pinks
another year of resurrection and marshmallow peeps is just around the bend

even though the calendar sits like curdled cream in last nights
coffee mug tinged placid with cigarette smoke and endless nights
of fixed stares and words spit discretely into a napkin

as someone gets an Amen! at church and i mumble profanities
gliding my finger over the Jesus cards i collected as a kid
thinking they'd hold some secret entrance to the gates
grown over with moss and vines from the dirty places "our kind" are born

because I heard heaven is full
over like social security
please take your seat and pinch that moment
there will be no more dying today

as i use up all my ink on Fizzy's pizza that keeps printing crooked

[bull dog]

::: folds up Poet's latest poem and puts into my pocket:::

TY Poet!

(u)
Bully

[Bklynfem]

I want to crawl into your brain and see exactly where and how these words are put together to make such beautiful verse.

*brava*(f)

[Bklynfem]

better yet .... let's sneak out the gym door, go to the beach, make martinis, smoke, and build sand butches

(k) joanie

[tommy]

my feeble WOW to the beautiful praises from friends.

You are indeed the poet. I am humbled in your presence.

tommy

ps, i mailed to joan, b4 seeing her and bully's wonderful responses.

also sent to Annie, Toni, and my friend Suzanne

[~poet]

thistle~ thank you so much for reading and for the kind words, it's appreciated (f)

bully? is that my poem in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? lol (((J))) (f)

Joanie! you're so sweet, and you have the best plans too!!...wish i would have known you in high school (the fun we would've had)!! (l)

T~ hiya doll (<< remember when i called you that and you got all pissed off at me? LOL), as always you're far too kind to me for some reason, but i thank you kind Sir (f)..

[bull dog]

Poet, I am always happy to see you AND read your poetry. I carry your poems in my pocket and YOU in my heart.

(u)
Bully

[~poet]

The muse took a permanent
leave of absence
no good-bye note
cigarette butt in the coffee cup
empty roll of toilet paper
nothing
but an aching realization
of solitude

I often wonder where they are born
how subtly their presence explodes through
each brushstroke
music note
or mark of pen

The acceptance of finding a muse
is as easy as freckles on your shoulder
a casual glance in the mirror
revealing something unknown
or something known all along?

Some muses come from misery
they wear black gauzy dresses and stringy hair
they walk with naked feet over gravel streets
next to despair, cemeteries, frontage roads
and loneliness

Joyful muses shine like a baby's skin
fresh and immediate
long lashes, summer days, and beer by the bottle
making us feel adolescent
out of control
the world at our fingertips
reborn

It comes as no consolation
that all my muses
leave me eventually

leave me quiet

leave me wordless

leave me staring at that
white
mocking
page
canvas
wall
dull
with washed out words
trading in my 36 with a sharpener
for an 8 pack and torn lid

I visualize them together
the muses
sitting cross-legged
heads thrown back, laughing

each bearing a mark
one on the cheek
the thigh
the lips
the fingers
that back
my little offerings as subtle
as their birth into my world
a remembrance of what i took

with or without permission

i tuck it away
I'm a dog with my bone
and it's golden inside
reminding me
with each jagged shard
poking my gut...

i was once a painter of pictures

i was once a writer of words

i was once a believer of self

[~poet]

don't come much nicer than you Pup (l)

[bull dog]

TY Poet, for your kind words and your amazing poem.

(f)
Bully

[tommy]

Originally posted by ~poet


(l)

T~ hiya doll (<< remember when i called you that and you got all pissed off at me? LOL), as always you're far too kind to me for some reason, but i thank you kind Sir (f)..

I was just thinking about that yesterday "doll" yes I didn't like it..

tommy

[tommy]

Poet, re muses, you know everything. You know how to put it to words.

Matchstick man has one of ur fave songs in it by Frank Sinatra.

My muses seem to be awakening. We'll see.


tommy

[tommy]

Just re-read your last poem. It was unbelievably good. deep. profound, yet simply beautiful. u have stepped into a new realm of creative thought and writing.

you r f'ing good and getting gooder all the time. sheesh.


tommy

[~poet]

((( ~Tommy~ ))) (f)

[~poet]

The wind howled in Taos last night
coyotes threw their necks to the sky
laughing over a rabbit

Delores wore a sport coat in navy blue
watching life move through a half empty beer glass
squinting one eye while ignoring the fingerprints

she fought that feeling
that internal fog rolling in
drizzling smoothly
like butterscotch syrup
over pancakes

"I was never anything to remember
or think about twice.
I was..."
_Look her dead in the eye and don't you dare blink, Delores_
"The Ghost on Santa Monica Pier,
adjusting my hat when nobody was
looking"
_now pause Delores, and focus_
"But you saw me, didn't you?"

"Celeste told me I'd outlive the test patterns
because monotony never made a nest between
my legs
and someday...
someday at a quarter past midnight
I'd belong"

Red nails ran up the wool of her sleeve
and the woman's cackle
made coal eyes wince
with thoughts of that rabbit
glistening like a pulse
stopping
under a New Mexico moon

[bull dog]

Poet, I love your narrative poems. They are finely layered and carefully crafted stories. You capture your character's world, their secrets, their pain... in very beautiful, evocative language.

I want to join Delores at the bar at a quarter past midnight.

bravo,
Bully

[~poet]

Pup~
lets both join Delores....meet you there at midnight, so we can get a good seat. (l)

[~poet]

Papa visited me
through my hair
early yesterday morning

Everything blurred
except the glare of pink polish
off an eleven year old hand
squeezing tired old fingers
thick with work

I held them to my face
inhaling Prince Albert from a can
cowboy coffee percolating over a flame
and the smell of horses

I told him
I'd rather have inherited his gentle spirit
but instead i find him
in my hair

Touching my temples, tracing my part
those stark white threads
weaving through midnight
bold as you please
just like him.


.
.
.

[tommy]

Poet, before the moment passes,
WOW.
tommy

[~poet]

The nightmare took hold
of my dizzy body around 2:32 am
A subconscious suffocation
head buried between a downy guillotine
leading me softly into death

Breathe slight, good people
in this black and white world
where witches feet dangle
from town square ropes
swaying in and out of focus

Waiting for the easy slice
of a chef's knife cutting cantaloupe
the last sound of a group inhaling God
through a straw
striking their breast with a cheer
of delightful horror

As fingertips turn violet
with gripping anticipation
steady eyes remain transfixed
on the intricate weave of the basket

over
under
over
under
mouthing curses the crevices
tinted with blood.

[tommy]

hmmmm, my friend.

ever the creatrix you are.

hope tomorrow and its fullness comes quickly.

has hye been and gone? or is hye yet to arrive?

i "see" your likeness around alot, always so perfectly beautiful as only you can be. in my mind's eye you and shy1 are icons.

warbirdie and hir are on same continent as we speak, at least for three weeks.

love always

tommy

[~poet]

hmmm Tommy...
been but never really gone ;)
how come you're so sweet? i hope things are good. the move and all, good?
warmama and hir~ makes me smile.
as do you.
(((T)))
(l)

[~poet]

Surgery never helped Miss. Atlanta Jones
they wheeled her into a housecoat
that opened from the back
strapped her arms to the rails
and ate her dignity like a Snickers bar

They can take me slowly
like sex, yes Jesus
and I'll give them my fingers
to make wildflower wreaths
and wind them through their
thinning hair

Quiet Anna fell into a fever
that outlasted Moses and all those
flopping fishes
gasping for water

She floated high above misery
on a gentle foot tied with ballet satin
forgetting the baby down the hall
and the man that needed his supper

She lost those thighs along her voyage
the ones that held her into that fiesta dress
and all those ribbons she collected
like daisies
turned pale and frayed at the ends

Take me slowly like sex
please Jesus
because sleeping beauty closed her eyes
and all those prince's disappointed her
greatly

they left her there to lay prone
and age over petrified marble
before wheeling her off
just like Miss Atlanta Jones

to that place where death comes
hard
in this forever
and ever
land

where nothing feels slow
or soft
like sex
and princess gowns
are made of paper
and fasten in the back

[~poet]

Flat lines
followed me around for
two solid weeks

I'd see them in quiet places
chasing the sun after it's last
sip of warm milk
easing over the horizon

Trailing after nails
from smoothed sheets
cool before sleep

Cutting into fingers
after opening last months
electric bill

Flowing down oxygen tubes
graceful like a waterfall
out of my grandmothers' nose

It made me
nervous
and aware

Flat lines attaching themselves
to a beginning
a starting point of something alive

time line
life line
line of credit
back of the line
line 'em up Charlie

Like little birds on a rhinocero's back
decapitated stick men
marked highways, with no passing allowed

They are not born
they happen as a result of
something else's beginning

Codependent characters
following before the roundness
lets go
shrivels up
fades off into
one continual
flat line.

[tommy]

Your wisdom on all things is overwhelming as it is surgically sharp.

t

[Catssu]

i am taken to a mysterious place of recognition
and sometimes comfort when reading you.

i continue to be moved my sweet friend...

[ArwenN]

Poet, the piece on Miss Atlanta Jones moved me to tears. Thank you.

And Flat Lines. I am still reading it over and over to catch all of it. You are so incredibly gifted.

[BaltoButch]

slowly and steadily I have read each of your poems... each touching something different within...

your talents are unbelieveable...

I aspire to be as elloquent and consistent as you (in butch form of course *chuckles*)

you are, simply put, an amazing writer

[bull dog]

Your poetry feeds my soul.

(f),
Bully