all of a sudden passion suddenly

[eagleyez]

Im taught as a drum
learned to walk by accident
taught to listen
foots and toes
sither on coals
and crunch the sweetest cool leaves- bent brown summergrass covered in first light dew...

wovlves feet leave tracks like the oral tradition-

listen-

walk gingerly to the river-
about 40 steps away.

 

[champagne1982]

Is there a reason you wear that over your eyes?
Why should you be blind?
Can just your glance
Unbalance those scales
And cause you to weigh
The evidence unfairly.

Ahhh Astrea! If you'd been a mother,
Rather than a virgin
Goddess
I swear you'd tear
Away the blindfold that hides
The truth as well as lies.
And use your sword.
It's not just there for decoration.

 

[jthserra]

the perfect number

   "we created the zero
   but we mean nothing to you"
      Patti Smith

there is smoke on the city
thunder rattles the window
distant fires, distant screams
and the children, charred children
meet the morning in flame
and one
by one
by one

with tears


streaming



steaming




and one
by one
by one

they


run



they






die...


air Baghdad
silent vapor trails
line empty skies
pale, pale morning
and the distant smoke
on the city, the screams
slowly fade...

 

[Liar]

I wanted her officially,
to snap the routine
and break every conduct rule.
Right there, tight then.

To grab her in the routine,
just walking down
the dust grey everyday
of office corridor boredom.
Conservative attire
so blatantly unable to hide
pinnacled pleasures
just one peel away.

No stealth cliché routine
of muffed fast fuck
against the Xerox
after hours,
leaving ass-prints in the tray
for tomorrow's
guessing game rumors.

But slammed,
right there, right then,
like a post-it note
on the painted plaster wall,
a pinned up pro memoria
penetrated by me,
but wide open
for anyone
to read.

As we wrote our own
resignation notes
on that wall,
in sweat imprints,
skin fragments,
pulled hair,
and a song of
wanton wailing
against another wall
of bypassing colleagues
stunned silence...

...before signing it all
  sincerily,
in our comined essences,
and walk off
as something more
than urban legends.

 

[Opal pearl]

It should be in the right thread now (hopefully)
Thank you Tara


DAD

You are reflected
in my eyes,
now
and forever.

I am the mirror
of your spirit,
never
I'll forget.

You gave me life
and a world,
today
i know it.

 

[tungtied2u]

Does this go here?

My America

My America used to feel
Cared about her children
Guarded their lives, liberty and happiness jealously

My America didn’t drive us into debt from childbirth
Wring blood from us
In return for our health

My America served healthy meals at school
Not corporate profits
And fattening fast food

My America taught us tolerance
Not arrogance, ignorance
To look askance at others views

My America believed in freedom and fairness
Not unjust incarceration
To calm our paranoia

My America valued its vast unspoiled wilderness
Not for the profits it provided
But for the spirits it set free

My America fought suffering
Not caused it
And prolonged it

America
Where is your compassion?
Where is your justice?
Where is your virtue?

Gasping, buried deep in the coffers
Beneath the wealth of a precious few
Exhume her before it’s too late

 

[annaswirls]

waves

it comes in waves

sometimes gentle, low
over toes that curl under the chill
digging into wet sand
daring ocean of grief
try it again

sometimes
the unexpected breaker
knocks me down, hard


quick learn
quick, stand
catch breath
before the next one comes

 

[annaswirls]

Re: Re: Re: Does this go here?

lol
Anna, honey, have some coffee

coffee?
the first two people I met today
told me

too much coffee
go get coffee

so confused
to drink or not to drink

and Normal Jean
far from normal
would have made me snort it through the nose
coming out not in

sticky keys sugar and cream

breastfeeding in the moonlight
with the only thing to read
lables on boppy
something about zappatos?

normal wish you were my neighbor
maybe you would offer me my coffee in the morning
wondering if I needed it
or a blood transfusion


go go go go

suddenly

gone gone gone gone
suddenly

push me
it is hard at first-
inertia
body at rest
damn well wants to stay resting

power
momentum

you pushed me to the hill
and over the edge
buildnib momentum
and building it too

crahs me under
crash me over
crash me to a stop

and stop
and stop

inertuia always wins
luckily you installed a fly wheel
under my hood


and damn if it is not ready to engage
not sure what is

hope you do notn mind
fly wheel heavy
pushing me for a quick start
head start
already halkf way there
without fuel needed

stand babk
stand back baby
are you ready to see me go?

rubber band twisted
tighter tighter
you nkew something would have to snap

something would have to snap
something would have to snap
something

where the hell is my coffee


submit
regret


submit



regret




its all about passion baby
its just like life

damn it

why are you always right


I never did like
mushrooms


watch your toes

 

[annaswirls]

damn fly wheel
no breaks
thought something might get done today



does this go here
you bet it does baby
right there


or there


yeah there is okay too


surface area
centimeter squared

thinking we got all the time in the wrold
to cover the perimeter
and color it in

see no cheating

never liked that cheating


it bears repeating

where was I going

gears
flywheels
wanna be your concrete baby
wanna make me stay?

back ho dig me deep your claws
swoop and scoop
and claw me empty as watermelon bowl

dig me consume me
eyes up sunward
blind
pour in your concrete baby
scratch your initials
before it sets

exothermic
feel the heat from inside
solidifty

sew up my skin
no numb needed
besides eyes into mine
fingers know the way
needle me down
silver flash black thread


black thread

dissolves

you left something inside

closed closed closed

caterpillar track wheels
cross over me
leaving tracks
pressure squeezes juices

out of my holes

got

cottonj guqze
connt

cotton guaze
soak me up
squiize me in

betadine red
qtip soft

whisple
and whistle blows

but we are already home

 

[Randi Grail]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Does this go here?

coffee?
the first two people I met today
told me

too much coffee
go get coffee

so confused
to drink or not to drink

wait right there
anna dear

and i'll take care of your java jive

caffeine weary trix fix
with a hevenly mix
from my secret private stash

eh? no! just coffee dammit!
but real
like they do it in palermo

with to much care
and just the right amount
of chalk in the spring water

running like gold
on your tongue

or like they do it in caero
strong as a bullet
sweet as maple syrup lovemaking

and spiced with centuries
of erotic exotic mystery

sit down anna dear
and let me serve you

a cup of life
on a small table
in the baking afternoon rays

here in my quiet corner
of eternity

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

mmm....can I get a Vanilla Coke? what no deleting?!? oops...i keep backstroking...i think I am addicted to deleting my own words...I delete more than i ever write...see look when I don't delete I end up with some small i's & other capital I's...poor sentence structure...ekk I refuse to write a poem under these conditions

no poetru for me
clumsy fingers kill the flow
mediocre inspiration completely lost
in typos and such
& such....yee gawds doies that line suck
*gasp* i must leave now,
cancel the order cfor the can of coke!

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

second attempt
concise
precise
forced
words fall short
landing in tears
that have yet to fall
failure a close friend
always lingering on the horizon

 

[annaswirls]

breaking up is hard to do
breaking up is hard to do

breaking up is hard why do it

"put your pictures away"
on the radio

sings familiar sentiment

took your pictures from boxes
lined them up lined them
up and down

put them away

lined them up

put them away

i know you are with her
on hir in her
any preposition will do

except over her that is what you are with the her that is me

over her
through her
into out of besides yourself
of her

I took your pictures from their boxes
spread them over quik quilt
crawled and rolled and reminded you
of every angle

you are missing
slide on you
press on you
crumpled
ink jet stained

water soluble
moisture
stains

tongue smeared cyan
magenta, yellow, black
tastes nothing like you

 

[SeattleRain]

I feel eyes

one
no two

yeah think

I dont know
hole drilled
hand twisted
hand on wooden handle
like it should be dust falling on tile

eyes like tongues
fingers
parts

I turn up the heat
make more steam

mystery
loves
company

squint and fight for the better view

awful quiet in there
eh hem

remember me?
that naked slut
in the shower?

okay
water goes cold
bumps and rising excite us
steam clears

water runs down
like fingers
like tongue

starving equivilant of thirst
for


hiding inside
like fingers
like tongues

why don't you get out of that closet
door is unlocked

 

[SeattleRain]

anna says
thank you for the coffee
for fulfilling seattles voyeristic desires (hey!)

and for kind praise
multicolored
shaking the snow globe
was particularly appreciated
and remembered, it will be

and she says what h
she sees out the corner of her eye
is the shadow
of her nose

and ghost footbrints
and prints

footbridges
hand stands
broken rain branches

phones with no battery
pincil with out lead
cup, no water

poem endingn
no meaning here
or melopdy

someone tell me to find something to clean
take a nap

um read a fucking book?

anna says watch your language

 

[SeattleRain]

mmm....can I get a Vanilla Coke? what no deleting?!? oops...i keep backstroking...i think I am addicted to deleting my own words...I delete more than i ever write...see look when I don't delete I end up with some small i's & other capital I's...poor sentence structure...ekk I refuse to write a poem under these conditions

no poetru for me
clumsy fingers kill the flow
mediocre inspiration completely lost
in typos and such
& such....yee gawds doies that line suck
*gasp* i must leave now,
cancel the order cfor the can of coke!

fuck punctuation fuck logic fuck structuire

this is fucking poetry
ig
if one could fuck a poem onto paper
thisis where one would post it

like a reunion with a lover
who leaves again in 5-

fucking with clothes on
where things land, is where they land

no time for request of or foreplay
forefront or
foun by fouf four
four by four

is

if you m iss just try it again
you will find is one fo these times

VM your passion is pure gold

sprinkle it down

without aim
direction or concern for who
it might lannd on

just dont cleane it up

it is passion
is is suddenly
it is like life

baby

you are like life

come on, fuck it up with us again

it feels so good dont you think it feels so good


sloppy
spontaneous
without paise
or pause
distinction discrimination of what is


good



what sucks


it doesnt matter just get it out get it out get it out

dont wait in line
just shake out that wet hair
over your keyboard

and let your fingers follow the drops

love it

 

[Maria2394]

I feel eyes

one
no two

yeah think

I dont know
hole drilled
hand twisted
hand on wooden handle
like it should be dust falling on tile

eyes like tongues
fingers
parts

I turn up the heat
make more steam

mystery
loves
company

squint and fight for the better view

awful quiet in there
eh hem

remember me?
that naked slut
in the shower?

okay
water goes cold
bumps and rising excite us
steam clears

water runs down
like fingers
like tongue

starving equivilant of thirst
for


hiding inside
like fingers
like tongues

why don't you get out of that closet
door is unlocked

she says she likes to watch
when no one knows she's watching
there just a special tingle
when you get all soapy, washing

ohh, the flip of your hair
sudsy wudsy muff of liquid soap
ohhh, move that rubby ducky
let me wash your back
if that doesnt get her
out of the closet
there's probably not much hope

 

[tungtied2u]

Wisteria languidly lays uponmy arbor
Filling the evening air with it's fine perfume
Purple passiom soothing and soft

Stargazer, flushed white petals as if caught in some
naughty deed,
thick syrup dripping from your stamen
Marking with her auburn pollen
those who make advances towards her

Flame azalea- burning orange
begging attention
Fire, fire
Look here now!

Bearded iris purple and yellow,
long lean and delicate
Brush my fuzz against your cheek
You'll be mine

Rhododendron
russet, purple and pink
Bursting forth with colors like a forth of Julty
fireworks, astouding and captivating

Climbing roses
bloom upon bloom
petal upon petal
Curling back
Layer upon layer
Revealing a fullness
and richneess
hard to fathom

Sweet magnolia
Nightimes gift from the south
Sweet intoxicating scent
Velvety petals to wrap around you

Such is my garden
Rich and varied
Gentle, strong , soft, full
and fragrant

So are our poets
Lucky us
Lucky me

 

[tungtied2u]

Piece of shit lies on the well manicured grass
Having just been deposited by my 2 year old lass
She laughs and giggles in her bright yellow dress
Gets her grandmother to show her the mess

Grandma, grandma look what I've done
A bright brown boulder
In the hot summer's sun
Simmering, steaming
A perfect turd from my perfect one

This was Glorious Goodwood
In a glorious June
A day at the races
The crowd well festooned
Shock on their faces

Grandma however was not phased
Not bothered by trhe eyebrows raised
And with her most British airs put on
And a smile from ear to ear
She wrapped in handkerchief and removed
A most glorious souvenier

 

[Maria2394]

honeysuckle gold-digger
fragrant, floral whore

delicate fingers tickle and grasp
fences and trees, stumps and stones

intoxicate, enticing
suffocating rural landscapes
with patchworks of yellow
and various hues of creamy white

conquer and consume at leisure
honeysuckle gold-digger
fragrant, floral whore

hours come and hours go
devour your world at whim
hiding tangled bones from sight

but time walks in circles
don’t you know?
petals surely wither and die
gnarled vines soon ache arthritic

tolerated because you are beautiful
your smug reputation
outlasting your bloom

 

[echoes_s]

honeysuckle gold-digger
fragrant, floral whore

delicate fingers tickle and grasp
fences and trees, stumps and stones

intoxicate, enticing
suffocating rural landscapes
with patchworks of yellow
and various hues of creamy white

conquer and consume at leisure
honeysuckle gold-digger
fragrant, floral whore

hours come and hours go
devour your world at whim
hiding tangled bones from sight

but time walks in circles
don’t you know?
petals surely wither and die
gnarled vines soon ache arthritic

tolerated because you are beautiful
your smug reputation
outlasting your bloom

But it is the sunflower
that nourishes, loves
blinding bright
with flash flight sight
golden yellow
iris brown
shadows dark, mysterious
sheltered grace

A forget-me-not
small, scatter
thick or wide
but gentled meaning
cherished with tears
of contained emotions
whispering fissures
tender

Or the grass
sprout of baby green
a brush of boot would
bruise it dark
yet paints flourished dew
a blink of passed tight
sprinkled light
or soft coolness
breathing, feeding
meaning

 

[echoes_s]

fingertip ridges, feather touch
a gesture of promise
passion and pleasure
or tears flowing forth
unabashedly with joy
with sorrow, buried grief
deep, rising within

first a shiver to welling
tickled nose of warning
and blurred heart
gates crashing
and screams burst forth
from minute openings
of skin and rushes
to hypnotize soothing grace
with the sweep of tails
long black skirt with slit
proper place sometimes

until frenziness pounds
with delicate control
enforced to hit right
that note
that tone
resonance
and song blazes your mind
you, electrified

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Yosemite

I have been to the cathedral of God
and found Her home.
She threw open Her arms in welcome,
anointed my soul with the smell of warm pine,
lifted my spirit on the wings of eagles.

I stood in awe of Her sanctuary.
Where architecture of man might use stained glass,
waterfalls wrapped in rainbow ribbons
catch the light
draw your eyes to their beauty.

Hand chiseled walls of pure granite,
a thousand stories high,
delicately painted over millions of years
by fire and ice, hardship and love,
draw tears from my eyes.

And in the cracks the earth gives footing
to manzanita, pine and oak
where She dabbles in the ancient,
patient art of bonsai
on a megalithic scale.

An offering of sweat seemed proper
and on the mountainside was proffered.
She held my hand and lent me strength
as I climbed and climbed into thin air
to overlook the full, unimaginable grandeur.

I try to imagine the crushing, grinding
pressure of the massive weight of glaciers.
Is that what one must bear to gain
this depth and breadth of serenity?
Or may I simply borrow some?

I peel away my skin of everyday
and lie upon the shining granite,
my body offered up
to the God of the sun
who comes to worship in me.

 

[annaswirls]

floss wrapped around fingertip
blue and numb
tighter
should pain
but no-- numb
and


flash
flahs of light
or sunspit sunspot

forced non squint
turn head
all is dark

retina overdrawn


the pain of pinch
numb numb
neurons sick of firing
only notice when the pinch stopps


this is what I am

the pinch on arm twisted blood restriction
self blinding

overstinmulated

numb


blind


dead

 

[annaswirls]

cross river ferry

rope ties fall through metal holes
into water sink

heel hangs from rail

sequined and dangerous
saigon bound

this is not me
this is not oyou
this is someont I have not met


sad eyes beautiful am beautiful smile
ribbon saist low


I am so thirsty
can you make this image
feel

without writing the words


can you do something not so fucking literal
visceral

write like you feel it
not for
not for not for
shock and stim

this is not me this is not you

question is good as dead

if I dont know
who will

black smoke
doul loud
loud low

almost
almost
crack a piece off
for cut
and later