Your Favorite Poems

SoNotHer · 12-29-2011, 05:51 PM

Exquisitely gorgeous. I want to hear it read.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Truly Scrumptious

My fire-eating career came to an end
when I could no longer tell
when to spit and when
to swallow.
Last night in Amsterdam,
1,000 tulips burned to death.

I have an alibi. When I walked by
your garden, your hand
grenades were in bloom.

You caught me playing
loves me, loves me
not, metal pins between my teeth.

I forget the difference
between seduction
and arson,
ignition and cognition. I am a girl
with incendiary
vices and you have a filthy never
mind. If you say no, twice,
it's a four-letter word.
You are so dirty, people have planted
flowers on you: heliotropes. sunflowers
You'll take
anything. Loves me,
loves me not.
I want to bend you over
and whisper: "potting soil," "fresh cut”.
When you made
the urgent fists of peonies
a proposition, I stole a pair of botanists'
hands. Green. Confident. All thumbs.
I look sharp in garden
shears and it rained spring

all night. 1,000 tulips
burned to death
in Amsterdam.

We didn't hear the sirens.
All night, you held my alibis
so softly, like taboos

already broken.

~ Daphne Gottlieb

Truly Scrumptious · 12-29-2011, 05:59 PM

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Originally Posted by SoNotHer

Exquisitely gorgeous. I want to hear it read.

Ask and you shall receive . . .

The JD · 12-29-2011, 06:11 PM

Extra Love
~by Suzanne Somers

Sometimes I wonder
If there's enough love to go around.
All the people I know grasp for it
The ladies whose husbands drift away
The men whose wives have forgotten to care
The children standing on their heads to be noticed
And, well, I might as well admit it
Me--how about me?
Sometimes I wonder if there's enough love to go around
With all the pain and longing.
But one thing is sure:
If anyone has any extra love
Even a heartbeat
Or a touch or two
I wish they wouldn't waste it on dogs.

JackMcGrath · 12-29-2011, 07:12 PM

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine.

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought, star followed star
Through boundless regions on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through, and proved us one!

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell;
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
Where your cool radiance fell?

Blood-red, he rose, and arrow-straight,
His fierce beams struck my brow;
The soul of nature sprang, elate,
But mine sank sad and low.

My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him, blazinig, still,
And steep in gold the misty dale,
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow, then,
To call back night, and see
Your words of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me!

It would not do - the pillow glowed,
And glowed both roof and floor;
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door;

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
And give them leave to roam.

O stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
O night and stars, return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn;

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew;
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!

Gina · 12-29-2011, 08:07 PM

*The Cold Within* was written by Richard Kinney - I won't post it here - but do look it up...Very deep....

Truly Scrumptious · 12-30-2011, 02:31 PM

I told my woman,
I said,
Woman I ain't in the mood
for no girl to girl love
the kind that's only made
when the moon is full, and the cat is fed
I've been waiting for you
on the edge of the bed,
there is a stairwell to the left
a ladder to the right, take any route you like
but, you hurry and climb inside of me,
I need to feel your body weight
pressing into mine, as I tear at the flesh
on your round behind, Please
Now, don't go P.C. all over me
I want to hear you call out my name,
along with God's, Jesus, and all twelve apostles
let's not wrestle with semantics
there ain't no other way to say it
there ain't no other way to claim it,
except to say, I need some woman to woman love
some of that sweat pouring, politically incorrect
arching my back
taking no prisoners
neighbors banging on the wall, kind of love
need you ready and willing,
to come and climb
inside
of me.

~ Doris L. Harris

SoNotHer · 01-01-2012, 05:22 PM

The Clock
by Dennis O'Driscoll

With only one story to tell, the clock strikes
a monotonous note, irrespective of how
musical the bell, how gilded the chimes
its timely conclusions report through.
Time literally on hands, it informs you
to your face exactly where you stand
in relation to your aspirations, stacks up
the odds against your long-term prospects,
leaves your hopes and expectations checked.
Keeping track of time to the last second, it gives
the lie to all small talk about your reputedly
youthful looks, sees through the subterfuge
of dyed hair, exposes the stark truth beneath
the massaged evidence of smooth skin.

12-29-2011, 06:11 PM	#3
The JD Be the Fearless Bunny How Do You Identify?: Hers. Preferred Pronoun?: he Relationship Status: Medusa’s Snake Charmer Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: This must be the place. Posts: 649 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,740 Thanked 2,677 Times in 540 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	*Yes, that* Suzanne Somers...** Extra Love ~by Suzanne Somers Sometimes I wonder If there's enough love to go around. All the people I know grasp for it The ladies whose husbands drift away The men whose wives have forgotten to care The children standing on their heads to be noticed And, well, I might as well admit it Me--how about me? Sometimes I wonder if there's enough love to go around With all the pain and longing. But one thing is sure: If anyone has any extra love Even a heartbeat Or a touch or two I wish they wouldn't waste it on dogs. __________________ I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it. ~Flannery O'Connor

12-29-2011, 07:12 PM	#4
JackMcGrath Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Butch Preferred Pronoun?: Masculine ones Relationship Status: Permanently Banned 12/30/11 - Previously banned member under a new name Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Lat. 41.83N Long. 71.41W Posts: 183 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 0 Thanked 278 Times in 101 Posts Rep Power: 0	Stars - Emily Bronte Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky? All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine, And, with a full heart's thankful sighs, I blessed that watch divine. I was at peace, and drank your beams As they were life to me; And revelled in my changeful dreams, Like petrel on the sea. Thought followed thought, star followed star Through boundless regions on; While one sweet influence, near and far, Thrilled through, and proved us one! Why did the morning dawn to break So great, so pure a spell; And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek, Where your cool radiance fell? Blood-red, he rose, and arrow-straight, His fierce beams struck my brow; The soul of nature sprang, elate, But mine sank sad and low. My lids closed down, yet through their veil I saw him, blazinig, still, And steep in gold the misty dale, And flash upon the hill. I turned me to the pillow, then, To call back night, and see Your words of solemn light, again, Throb with my heart, and me! It would not do - the pillow glowed, And glowed both roof and floor; And birds sang loudly in the wood, And fresh winds shook the door; The curtains waved, the wakened flies Were murmuring round my room, Imprisoned there, till I should rise, And give them leave to roam. O stars, and dreams, and gentle night; O night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn; That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew; Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you!

12-29-2011, 08:07 PM	#5
Gina Junior Member How Do You Identify?: femme Preferred Pronoun?: Lady, Her, she...etc.. Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Somewhere Over The Rainbow in Kansas Posts: 85 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 378 Thanked 155 Times in 44 Posts Rep Power: 2225694	Look it up The Cold Within was written by Richard Kinney - I won't post it here - but do look it up...Very deep....

12-30-2011, 02:31 PM	#6
Truly Scrumptious Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Relationship Status: She's my mirror twin, my next of kin Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: Entre Lajeunesse et la sagesse Posts: 667 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,047 Thanked 1,780 Times in 557 Posts Rep Power: 21474849	Climb Inside of Me I told my woman, I said, Woman I ain't in the mood for no girl to girl love the kind that's only made when the moon is full, and the cat is fed I've been waiting for you on the edge of the bed, there is a stairwell to the left a ladder to the right, take any route you like but, you hurry and climb inside of me, I need to feel your body weight pressing into mine, as I tear at the flesh on your round behind, Please Now, don't go P.C. all over me I want to hear you call out my name, along with God's, Jesus, and all twelve apostles let's not wrestle with semantics there ain't no other way to say it there ain't no other way to claim it, except to say, I need some woman to woman love some of that sweat pouring, politically incorrect arching my back taking no prisoners neighbors banging on the wall, kind of love need you ready and willing, to come and climb inside of me. ~ Doris L. Harris

01-01-2012, 05:22 PM	#7
SoNotHer Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Professional Sandbagger and Jenga Zumba Instructor Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: In the master control room of my world domination dreams Posts: 2,811 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 6,587 Thanked 4,736 Times in 1,409 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	The Clock by Dennis O'Driscoll With only one story to tell, the clock strikes a monotonous note, irrespective of how musical the bell, how gilded the chimes its timely conclusions report through. Time literally on hands, it informs you to your face exactly where you stand in relation to your aspirations, stacks up the odds against your long-term prospects, leaves your hopes and expectations checked. Keeping track of time to the last second, it gives the lie to all small talk about your reputedly youthful looks, sees through the subterfuge of dyed hair, exposes the stark truth beneath the massaged evidence of smooth skin.