all of a sudden passion suddenly

[JCSTREET]

This happened on Thursday night, it was

really friday morning by the clock

CROCKERY AND CHAOS

By JCSTREET ©

Suddenly
in the night the
dishrack falls off the top of
the microwave, sharding
dishes over the teabag-stained floor, they
fortunately
don’t break microscopically like those
Absolut glasses do, they

are in big pale parts, some
flowered so
belonging to a mistress from somewhere the way
girly dishes are, never
lean and spare and
exquisite to their nature but all chintzy and
kitschy and covered with
shit that raises my ire—from
their Mother’s day, who

wants or needs a rose garden
under a flank of beef, or
burdening up chicken breasts with their
fading petals, I want

only the simplest things here, only
the honest china from
the mills of Staffordshire without

embellishment of any kind, do I lie
by secretly enjoying the red ring, round
the borders of one set of
plates and the occasional
touch of brush to bone with a simple
curve

-30- May 20, 2004, Kingston Ontario

did any of you grow up with that--all that old folk shit--all that chintz--all those cloying antimacassas to keep the brylcream off the sofa back when junior stuck his hand up his g/f's petticoats??

I was standing in the main room of my suite at the Hotel Stockholm in --uh--Stockholm--in late 1986 - there was a weekend rate of $125 which made it affordable on my two hour flight from Heathrow

I was looking out the window at the royal palce--(konigeslottet)

or somesuch

and all the pretty ferry boats bobbed at the water's edge below my window - the one's that bergman shot his films in-shooting out ot Bornholm and all that

with long cotton skirts and a ribbon i the hair

and there was a cabionet in the room filled with a display of Orrefors glass

pure and simple

no embellishment at all

and I wondered why my mom had put all those minature china teacups - those little twee pieces of shit on my bookshelves so that the books could not be taken out without shifting them aside

so I used to pull the books out and let the little teacups shatter on the floor

to try to train her--not to be such a bitch

 

[JCSTREET]

yeah.......well

I don't know what to do with this--Literotica's guidelines are severe and they don't maybe cover prose poetry and I know I may have posted this somewhere or other in a drunken blackout but

He went up into Kansas in the darkling of the year and lay with her. She opened slowly, her petals a sunflower in the first heat. His dark featherwings enfolded and contained her; brought her into his healing. Her aura swelled and pulsed with her need to take wing. She was new-minted, like the young deer at the watering place. He was lately returned from the Plain of the Wolves where he had spent a season painting clouds with her. His rough sheepskin bloodied her skin as he breathed life.

When she rides out in the morning she feels the life within; growing with each skitterstep of her mount over gopher holes. She enters her cabin in the woods with faltering step and waits for her flower to come.

Out of her writhe-sweat he comes again…out of her…new-minted in his first squalling….suckling to her breast.

Out on the prairie he floats lightly, her nectar purple on his tongue…….feeling his calling home.


so--to me this is a rpose poem--but the avatars of literotica may not agree--i don't think htere's really a place to post this

I was in love when i wrote this

yet again

what a dickhead

 

[lostandfounder]

Somebody else's idea

O.K., somebody suggest this was a good place to work on my poetry skills....ohhh now I'm all nervous in public....

A semi roars past
gears scream to pull it up the hill

I can't hear the wind
or the waves
or any birds

but I hear the frogs

the frogs have learned
to scream over highway's din

they scream for love

does anyone else know what that's like?



well, I gave it a shot...oh yeah a name for it....
...............How Loud...by lostandfounder

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Vomit

waves
thrashing
crashing
against the shore
betweeen the sheets
in my head

new desires
new disappointments
new distractions
losing perspective
longing
dejected
rejected

where's my serenity
where has it gone?
it left without a prayer
bye bye mommy
so long

go back to writing
stop your whining
bitching
fussing
tossing
turning
midnight yearning

poetry dancing
twirling round
wakes me up
without a sound
calling me
to play with words
discover brilliance
as yet unheard

numb my mind
cast out the pain
ACCEPTANCE is the key
to my serenity
flowing free
somehow set in stone

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Vomit

Speaking of vomit...

I emotionally puked in his head,
then offered dry cleaning--no more tears.

look:

happy, happy!

happy in the corner of his mind,
sanitizing specks of projectile upheaval

I was wrapped, wallowed
and whipped
in words
gone bad

 

[Angeline]

Blue green waves
break white foam sizzles
bubbles up the sand
where scatterlings of shell
rest in gray striations here
laughter mixes fading
against coaster screams
clacking ride boldly ride

or spin your chances hit
pick a stuffed dolphin a cd
and always motown plays
I was made to love her
tan bikini slick in coconut
banana lotion smoke rises
from cheesesteak stands

pizza sausage peppers
frozen custard drips down
knee feet scrape down boards
tripping flip flop flip up hours
till the sun goes down
everyone leaves and under

the boardwalk ocean smell
meets french fries slow eyes
dark kisses dance in moonlight
gulls call past blankets of hot
skin deep in summer's call

 

[echoes_s]

Re: Re: Vomit

Speaking of vomit...

I emotionally puked in his head,
then offered dry cleaning--no more tears.

look:

happy, happy!

happy in the corner of his mind,
sanitizing specks of projectile upheaval

I was wrapped, wallowed
and whipped
in words
gone bad

His words gone bad
a broken switch
bark stripped
not even a breezing twitch
to lift
this dried branch
Vomit I ask?
On him or me?
No energy to see
through this projectile upheaval

 

[echoes_s]

Re: Re: Re: Vomit

His words gone bad
a broken switch
bark stripped
not even a breezing twitch
to lift
this dried branch
Vomit I ask?
On him or me?
No energy to see
through this projectile upheaval

shock and strain
I fight the grain
breezing the ground
tumbled around
tossed scatter
as rain patter
pounds
mindless sound
his words harsh
sinking marsh
swamped mellow
biled yellow
and cried
deep inside
then died
numb

 

[Angeline]

Lumpy burp
technicolor yawn
all those fruit loops I eated
are now on the lawn

groan
moan
burp
urp
say!
I made
the dog's
dessert.

(seusslike, I know lol)

 

[OT]

swear words garbled in muted cuss
miserably drive'n that porcelain bus

too much bourbon
too much beer
when you're too drunk for munchies
it comes up clear

 

[Guest]

swear words garbled in muted cuss
miserably drive'n that porcelain bus

too much bourbon
too much beer
when you're too drunk for munchies
it comes up clear

Eeeeww!

There was a young man called OT
Who once was as sick as can be
He threw up his dinner
and what looked like an inner-
tube. Now he gets his retreads for free

 

[Guest]

Yes ma'am. Nice av, btw. Do you do additions? I have a bob that may need a few repairs.

I do

renovations,
new additions
change positions
free of charge.

Demolition
with permission
new partition
small or large.

 

[echoes_s]

New twist...

Storm weighing

a dance of merry
frothed anticipation
curled rushing glee
and salt spray laps
content your cheek
whispered soft
balmy mild
meshed meek

wild abandon
bald blue
bass deep
spun withershins
wind circumcised
settling green
pursuing boats
on the bay to the heel

rumbled roars
of lions breath
purloined grumble
sputtering agreed
turning inwards
toward each
embrace again docks
greedily

a safety net cling
like gannets’
to kiss steady
‘til morn deletes
veiled blind
of perilous eve
periwinkles grin
on black twisted peaks

Aye, storms a comin
feel it in the creak
of boards on this lugger
brown sailed
no boom
and hell-bent
to be sure
it’ll raise again in one piece

 

[Guest]

Talk to me instead

You lurk through forums
under many names
voices and eyes

Through these constant
page views
turning, refreshing
and backing out--
do you ever glean
what you seek?

Or is time wasted
with one page loading
after another?

(Speed varing, of course
as internet speeds sometimes
hold you one page behind)

Can you misuse a whole day
checking numbers of
views and posts to yours?

If you do, do you sit by
there wondering
Where your day went?
Feed the dog?
Washed the laundry?
Paid the bills?

(God, did you even take bath?)

Ignore, post to reply
or deny?
deny
deny

"Talk to me instead"

 

[minsue]

Re: Talk to me instead

You lurk through forums
under many names
voices and eyes

Through these constant
page views
turning, refreshing
and backing out--
do you ever glean
what you seek?

Or is time wasted
with one page loading
after another?

(Speed varing, of course
as internet speeds sometimes
hold you one page behind)

Can you misuse a whole day
checking numbers of
views and posts to yours?

If you do, do you sit by
there wondering
Where your day went?
Feed the dog?
Washed the laundry?
Paid the bills?

(God, did you even take bath?)

Ignore, post to reply
or deny?
deny
deny

"Talk to me instead"

Hiding from life
in this odd little world
woven of threads of nonsense
threads of sex of politics
and, most importantly,
threads of safety.

All threads are safe
from the prying eyes
and judgemental glares
that haunt my world.

This world, however,
is open to all. I can be
happy
angry
silly
sexy
gay
straight
or anything in between.

It used to make me sad
to admit this one truth,
though now I just cringe a bit:
These threads, woven of sex
and politics and nonsense;
these threads are home.

 

[echoes_s]

I am not making sense, but I need to post. Just ignore me, I'll be back

I have ridden the storm
strung to a mere jet stream
screaming voiceless howls
whipped
twisted
and torn
scattered to seeds
and thrown into snapping jowls
of a thrashing hell

ash fettered soaking clog
deep in sunken arteries
a trickled heart beat
trying to breathe
to live one more day so it seems
at times
senseless, unseen
unknown by myself even
unable to foresee riddled cries
but I tried sometimes
once in a while

when my head could lift
and blood rushed from extreme
extraneous monumental cursed unreason
I tried to reply
even deny
or twist rhyme
to break free of this hurricane drenched being
not dwell beside or within demons
and I still cry
yet damn it I refuse to lie
still for too long

so I roll in gritted ashes
for a while
choking asthmatic hacks
and wheezing attacks
of one in a week or three days
unable to stay or say more than one way
two posts
three cracks at the pot
before crawling four steps
then collapse
without saying goodbye

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Talk to me instead

Hiding from life
in this odd little world
woven of threads of nonsense
threads of sex of politics
and, most importantly,
threads of safety.

All threads are safe
from the prying eyes
and judgemental glares
that haunt my world.

This world, however,
is open to all. I can be
happy
angry
silly
sexy
gay
straight
or anything in between.

It used to make me sad
to admit this one truth,
though now I just cringe a bit:
These threads, woven of sex
and politics and nonsense;
these threads are home.

Never said these
forums or threads
couldn't be home
as somedays
I hide too

I spy,
turn pages
to look for words
of those
who I call friends
lovers
mama
and papa too
(all depending on
which, and who posted what)

They inspire me

The beauty I see in
real life compliments fantasy

Sometime as a lurker
I wish to deny
deny
deny
all replies

to talk to the real person instead

 

[echoes_s]

Re: Re: Re: Talk to me instead

Never said these
forums or threads
couldn't be home
as somedays
I hide too

I spy,
turn pages
to look for words
of those
who I call friends
lovers
mama
and papa too
(all depending on
which, and who posted what)

They inspire me

The beauty I see in
real life compliments fantasy

Sometime as a lurker
I wish to deny
deny
deny
all replies

to talk to the real person instead

Dear wonderful blue eye
tone striking chorded deep
avatar in seamless sky
incarnation of heart beat
what was said to me once stayed
and my mind swayed to peek
one blossomed day

I keep your words touched by
protection while at my worst
squeezing succulent dry
a drop for my parched thirst
when I’ve no tears to cry
left, black shadows dull first
my blearied mind

I leave to deny and all deny
save wretched prose to set aflame
heat dampness and acclimatize
real touch instead of dodging games?
a mouthful of yearning sigh...
am I insane?

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Talk to me instead

Dear wonderful blue eye
tone striking chorded deep
avatar in seamless sky
incarnation of heart beat
what was said to me once stayed
and my mind swayed to peek
one blossomed day

I keep your words touched by
protection while at my worst
squeezing succulent dry
a drop for my parched thirst
when I’ve no tears to cry
left, black shadows dull first
my blearied mind

I leave to deny and all deny
save wretched prose to set aflame
heat dampness and acclimatize
real touch instead of dodging games?
a mouthful of yearning sigh...
am I insane?

If you are insane
then I am the same

voices echoe in my mind
bouncing from one
side of my head
to the other

faster words whorl
spin around
burn behind my eyes

then leak
on through
turning
blue to a
most vivid hue

I cry when you cannot

Through sadness
anger, happiness
and fear
the intensity felt
makes us all equal

You ask
"does this make me
sane or insane?"

I reply
"no my friend,
it makes you human"

 

[minsue]

Insane? Yes
Human, too,
but not always real.

Or, more likely,
more real here
than anywhere

Outside,
out in the world,
we are false

Behind the screen
with the safety of anonymity
truth can breathe

And so can I

 

[echoes_s]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Talk to me instead

If you are insane
then I am the same

voices echoe in my mind
bouncing from one
side of my head
to the other

faster words whorl
spin around
burn behind my eyes

then leak
on through
turning
blue to a
most vivid hue

I cry when you cannot

Through sadness
anger, happiness
and fear
the intensity felt
makes us all equal

You ask
"does this make me
sane or insane?"

I reply
"no my friend,
it makes you human"

Then I smile, let go my mind
ringlet curled and flounced insane
toes stretch then wiggle wild
tip my head, slightly wobble brain

a slight giggle at me seeming crude
incessant weaken to tempting tease
unseen wriggle and slight lift of mood
tenderly I thank for this stirred ease

Dreaming one day our tears to touch
Surely ‘tis good to fantasize
mingle pools of laughtered lust
slake thoughts nude, can you visualize?

Now I wear a full naughty grin
though knowing not wholly to stay
the time be near, a battle to win
For tonight let’s stay insane

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Talk to me instead

Then I smile, let go my mind
ringlet curled and flounced insane
toes stretch then wiggle wild
tip my head, slightly wobble brain

a slight giggle at me seeming crude
incessant weaken to tempting tease
unseen wriggle and slight lift of mood
tenderly I thank for this stirred ease

Dreaming one day our tears to touch
Surely ‘tis good to fantasize
mingle pools of laughtered lust
slake thoughts nude, can you visualize?

Now I wear a full naughty grin
though knowing not wholly to stay
the time be near, a battle to win
For tonight let’s stay insane

Let us be insane tonight
because tomorrow
our coffee cups may be dry

Then where will I seek
my muse?

As I expect to find her swirled
like vanilla in espresso

Splayed naughty
and nude
resting atop
the extra
frothe of my latte

Ever beckoning
one sip
cautious or not
as she can
be too hot

Coaxing me to taste
She ohs and ahs
(I always loved
approval grunted with
half-closed eyes)

I grin ear to ear
with cream on my nose
found my muse
in a full coffe cup

Easily, all this I visualize
imagine a real cream dream

 

[echoes_s]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Talk to me instead

Let us be insane tonight
because tomorrow
our coffee cups may be dry

Then where will I seek
my muse?

As I expect to find her swirled
like vanilla in espresso

Splayed naughty
and nude
resting atop
the extra
frothe of my latte

Ever beckoning
one sip
cautious or not
as she can
be too hot

Coaxing me to taste
She ohs and ahs
(I always loved
approval grunted with
half-closed eyes)

I grin ear to ear
with cream on my nose
found my muse
in a full coffe cup

Easily, all this I visualize
imagine a real cream dream

slated echoes of candied nymph
garbage full of broken toys
not from rough but overuse
receipt paid from self-control

Don an apron just to serve
wicked grin, then turn to bare
nothing else but dangled strings
glancing back, a coy declare

Bending over, dropped your napkin
full moon shone with glistened wink
“going to be a beautiful sunrise”
as I walk to the kitchen sink

Do you like espresso creamy
drawled low and husky sigh
hair curling just past shoulders
turning to, letting apron slide

A finger dips and twirls within
gliding down slow to cooled floor
head dips back onto cupboards
starving now I covet more

intense stare, I take a sip
knees parted, frothed to see
intense muted rumbled grunts
visualizing your steamed latte

Do you crave me, do you dare?
How much tease can you take?
How driven might I provoke
before your sanity you forsake?

 

[Angeline]

Your voice sounds the same
and different. Everyone's anger
and regret mixes in a human soup
that's bitter but nourishing. We need

to talk. We need to remember the lives
hidden in the masks. I get so sick
of once upon a time, of actions, years
made palatable in fairy tales, parables,

as if anyone learns anything beyond
getting older. Truth is no more helpful
than lies; pretty ones or those screamed
in pain because there is no other way

to justify rage save screaming like a child
cries, inconsolable when no one answers.
I'm hungry. I'm cold. I need to be held.
What do you do when everyone is gone,

when no mothers are left to hear the crying?
What do you do when even your own arms
are too weak to hold yourself together?
You just live. You just blink and move

forward. There are animals who know this
is nature's way, but they don't read books
or try to breathe the world in poetry. Maybe
that discognition is the greatest gift of all.

 

[Angeline]

Papa Jo said we don't have time
to explain our references,
so he just brushed them off,

swinging from town to town
on a broken-down bus, playing
the dozens, dancing the dice

down aisles, passing the medicine
while Basie snored in the back,
and Prez half smiled, moaning

about that midget mofo master
of ceremony. He sighed, took out
that little dust broom from his zoot,

and dusted his shoulder to knock
all his care to the sunny side
of some street in Tuscaloosa

or Beaufort. Long as the bus
is rolling the band rocks over
these jagged county lines.

Mister 5 by 5 breaks open Count's
stash, swallows chicken and fruit
faster than an anaconda slithering

through midnight to the makeshift
toilet woods, which bear no signs
limiting access to the trees.