Chasin' Chickens

[Du Lac]

Fire: Transformation Zen

Burning, licking, swirling and twirling,
powerful dance of life and death,
cradled in the heat
of a tiny flame.

Energy of light illuminates
taunting a scorching touch
reflective flickering in dancing silouettes
for darkness runs from fire.

Look above and see the truth,
cleansing fury bringing life to our world.
Generations away with influence so strong,
dependence floats on a solar wind.

A devouring fury with crackling fangs
consuming that which gives it life.
Limbs that bite in a burning grasp
melting the physical world into it's soup of existance.

Hot virginal ablution found in the flames
incessant umbra dusted with soot
smoldering embers breathing life to all
dark to light birthing white soaked moments of hope.

 

[Du Lac]

ZMP~ Ivy in the sky


Ivy Knows
which way to go
in order to get to heaven.

Climbing to the sky
it will grow and rise,
seeking the tallest tree living.

Its life is in order
when it clings to another
with hopes of reaching the sky.

Will an Ivy be
discontent and grieve,
if it only reached fence post high?

Some have thorns
and some are poison I warn.
Roots touching hell is a given.

While others climb
on tree bark they rise
Till they reach the heavens.​

Love the reality of this work Art. .. deeper than most will get lol.. du!

 

[Du Lac]

Posted this.. hope I get some....

I posted this one hoping to get some feedback for effect and how to puncutate....

Living the Shooting Star

A marvelous mysterious streaking night skies
children scream and point
lovers close their eyes and wish

Elders see their life while others see their destiny
cosmic dust bunnies amongst glittering black
Living the shooting star

Floating and timeless traveling through space
close to heaven and far from hell
a soul peacefully floating on the milky way

Power held in love barely touched
skies filled with reminders of rapture
twinkling stars capturing universal truth

Burning bright touching lives from afar
a thousand wishes dance along the night winds
kissed by the stars joy

All too soon the light fades
a solid mass lost amongst the Nova wreakage
destined for unknown fate

Existing and eternal one moment believed
touched by atmospheric tongues
bursting into the cleansing flames

Time grabs the tail riding the comets blaze
shooting and startling across the pure night sky
Wish my children as the burden of life fades

To know once love is worth the pain
Tomorrow will come regardless the struggle
Face the night skies filled with the rapture

Breathless the streak of fire and light
Forever remember this shooting star night
Burnt out in seconds a piece of my soul.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A Pecos Rose ~

West Texas winds are dry to the bone
listen to the dust devils howel and moan.
Daringer and garters mingle in a hot saloon
where wiskers and whiskey bring a dollar or two.

"I said ...Give me a kiss!"
said a big burly cowboy holding a ladies wrist.
She struggled to get free
slapping, pulling and biting.

He laughed out loud and pulled her close
that was when the whip snapped by his nose.
There on the stage was a lady in dress clothes
the star of the stage, The Pecos Rose.

"You sir are ruining my preformance,
that to me is a big annoiance.
Now let the lady go
or the next snap will be your nose."

Lady Lilly was the house singer and madam
who took care of such delicate problems.
She was Keen with a whip with sexy lingerie lips
The Pecos Rose's whip was known as her kiss.

The man let go of the struggling little lady
and she took off like a rabbit that was ready.
He went for his gun in a quick draw run.
but she snapped her whip before it was drawn.

Tathered leather peirced like a dagger's bite
when it hit his hand in a lightening flight.
The gun hit the wooden slatted floor,
The man made a dash for the swinging doors.

A babble turned to less than a rumble
when the show began and on the stage stumbled
A lady in a bright red dress arose
singing like a song bird, a Pecos Rose.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I posted this one hoping to get some feedback for effect and how to puncutate....

Living the Shooting Star

A marvelous mysterious streaking night skies
children scream and point
lovers close their eyes and wish

Elders see their life while others see their destiny
cosmic dust bunnies amongst glittering black
Living the shooting star

Floating and timeless traveling through space
close to heaven and far from hell
a soul peacefully floating on the milky way

Power held in love barely touched
skies filled with reminders of rapture
twinkling stars capturing universal truth

Burning bright touching lives from afar
a thousand wishes dance along the night winds
kissed by the stars joy

All too soon the light fades
a solid mass lost amongst the Nova wreakage
destined for unknown fate

Existing and eternal one moment believed
touched by atmospheric tongues
bursting into the cleansing flames

Time grabs the tail riding the comets blaze
shooting and startling across the pure night sky
Wish my children as the burden of life fades

To know once love is worth the pain
Tomorrow will come regardless the struggle
Face the night skies filled with the rapture

Breathless the streak of fire and light
Forever remember this shooting star night
Burnt out in seconds a piece of my soul.

wow, I like that Du~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Love the reality of this work Art. .. deeper than most will get lol.. du!

thanks Du~
most of my ZMP I write in my mind at work, simple and easy to recall
then spice them up whie writing them. This one was deep <grin>
I added two more stanzas, you'll have to see it posted to add to your enjoyment of reading <<<<grin...

 

[Du Lac]

I am happy to say my writing is coming back to me... I was at a spiritual stand still but slowly with the awakening my writing is surfacing from the bottome of the lake....
blessings
du!
PS glad you liked it

 

[Du Lac]

hope you also saw I added a stanza to the Fire zen poem here it is if you missed it:
Fire: Transformation Zen

Burning, licking, swirling and twirling,
powerful dance of life and death,
cradled in the heat
of a tiny flame.

Energy of light illuminates
taunting a scorching touch
reflective flickering in dancing silouettes
for darkness runs from fire.

Look above and see the truth,
cleansing fury bringing life to our world.
Generations away with influence so strong,
dependence floats on a solar wind.

A devouring fury with crackling fangs
consuming that which gives it life.
Limbs that bite in a burning grasp
melting the physical world into it's soup of existance.

Hot virginal ablution found in the flames
incessant umbra dusted with soot
smoldering embers breathing life to all
dark to light birthing white soaked moments of hope.

du

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I have a strange idea... <grin>

chain story ...
with four writers

each writer is an element

earth >male
water >female
fire >male
air >female

each writer tells their tale of the day of elements

"The Element of Day" (Earth-an)
"The Element of Day" (Air-ial) ..etc, be creative,

the story is each tells of an affair with the other elements
male male may be an encounter gone bad or ill receptive for
fire and earth need each other but consume one another so on.

example,

"The Element of Day" (Water)

I saw Air, see was watching fire as always feeding him. Smothering him with affection. I put out her flame with a little sprinkle. A little rain never hurt any one. Besides we mingle this way, seductively. Air-ial and I together make a great syphony.......etc each have to interact with the other three elements in their story, good bad or indifferent.

I am open to suggestions and not sure if others would like to try this type of story but I thought I'd ask for feed back <grin>

 

[Du Lac]

I like it alot Art... I want to think on it... and will let you know
love your mind
du

 

[Du Lac]

this would work really well if you knew the cycles of the elements on the metaphyscial levels... I will have to go find that page again and post the link.. because it is important in many ways...

you have some of it here..
how air feeds fire...
they all have relationships in three different levels...
can not remember hell getting either tired or old?

hope not both
lol
du~

 

[Du Lac]

OMG I am a Guru now lol
du

 

[Du Lac]

A Thousand Moons

Hair flying in the wind
She wandered on the plains
Open lonesome spaces
Eyes closed and heart opened
Beckoned by a thousand moons,
whispering~
calling~
Come back…

Once she stood void and dead
A shell surrounded by a world of hate
Her bones screamed this life was wrong
Return she must
To the land of open spaces

Save the future
Resurrect the past
healing~
chanting~
summoned by the song of a thousand moons.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

this would work really well if you knew the cycles of the elements on the metaphyscial levels... I will have to go find that page again and post the link.. because it is important in many ways...

you have some of it here..
how air feeds fire...
they all have relationships in three different levels...
can not remember hell getting either tired or old?

hope not both
lol
du~

woohoo, yes, it is intriguing, here is what I know from my experience with MA.

Fire consumes wood and air and does not work well with water, however some liquids are flamable.

Air is in water yet it divides itself keeping water in another realm, air surrounds earth and feeds fire

water and earth and air are three worlds in one, water is the substance of life in all living things. It is life in a sense yet gives death to fire.

Earth is the foundation where air is the space ,earth is the solid water the not solid following that everything has an opposite, cool air and hot fire on the one world, earth pooled with water.

There are books and books on this sense of cycling and the elements of our universe break down to these four basic groups. I wanted to give them an erotic life and tale of emotions in their brushes with other elements, in day to day lives, with out these four their would not be ...anything.

 

[RhymeFairy]

pooling the surface
of lost love, skimming
my world of chanting echoes.
reverberating across the land,
colossal chaos. consuming within
the fires bosom of nothingness.

windy howls singing
the land. transporting
ashes, crude ... desolate.
tip the ocean on its side.
fusing the mountains rocky
imbalance. shining embers
soaked. scaling down
the hill to what was.

show me, what I want
to see. fill all the holes
of loves broken dam.
patching up this worrisome
heart.

pure mystical band-aide
seals the ache. loves waterfall
spewing forth ...
what is ...
what shall be ...
paradise

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A Pecos Rose: A Lady in Red

Western desert winds are dry to the bone
listen to the dust devils howel and moan.
Daringer and garters mingle in a hot saloon
where wiskers and whiskey bring a dollar or two.

"I said ...Give me a kiss!"
said a big burly cowboy holding a 'Lady's' wrist.
She struggled to get free
slapping, pulling and biting.

He laughed out loud and pulled her close
that was when A whip snapped by his nose.
There on stage was a lady in dress red clothes
the star of the stage, A Pecos Rose.

"You sir are ruining my preformance,
that to me is a big annoiance.
Now let the lady go
or the next 'crack' will be your nose."

Lady Lilley was the house singer and Madam
who took care of such delicate problems.
She was Keen with a whip with sexy lingerie lips
The Pecos Rose's whip was known as her kiss.

The man let go of the struggling little Lady
and she took off like a rabbit running steady.
He went for his gun, a quick draw was sprung
but she snapped her whip before it was drawn.

Tathered leather peirced like a dagger's bite
when it hit his hand in a lightening flight.
The gun hit the wooden slatted floor,
The man made a dash for the swinging doors.

Babble turned to less than a rumble
when the show began and on the stage stumbled
A lady in a bright red dress arose
singing like a song bird, a Pecos Rose.

A Pecos Rose: Lady Lilley's song

Where the air is so heavy that smoke hangs in swirls
Men with whiskey breaths kissing the saloon girls.
Where romance blossoms on garters and heels
and vanishes when the new day is revealed.

Hearts that are as cold as a prarie of snow
gather in a saloon and warm to a Lady's prose.
Sipping the nector of the minds unraveling
Here at the saloon, The Western Palace's gathering.

I am as Lilley as a Langtree could be
Here in west Texas, the Pecos and me.
A one hundred dollar bill, five card stud gamble,
I won this Palace where I sing and ramble.

I like to sip whiskey and pull my dress up high,
and when I see all those hungry cowboy eyes,
I get goose pimples and warm ... and all cozy inside,
I like to flirt, sit on laps and wink a seductive eye.

So when you get a chance 'boys' just drop on by
the Western Palace where I sing poetic lies.
On fridays and Saturdays when the sun subsides
I take to the stage, prose and show my sexy thighs.

The rules are as simple as a southern belles dimples
No shooting and making holes, no cheating is simple.
The rooms are for pleasure not for your gain of pain
If you get out of hand you'll find out how I got my name.

But if you like to sip whiskey, the illusion liquid
and watch a stage show where girls legs are kicking
Then the Western Palace is an oasis for those
Who like to keep company with a Pecos Rose.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

pooling the surface
of lost love, skimming
my world of chanting echoes.
reverberating across the land,
colossal chaos. consuming within
the fires bosom of nothingness.

windy howls singing
the land. transporting
ashes, crude ... desolate.
tip the ocean on its side.
fusing the mountains rocky
imbalance. shining embers
soaked. scaling down
the hill to what was.

show me, what I want
to see. fill all the holes
of loves broken dam.
patching up this worrisome
heart.

pure mystical band-aide
seals the ache. loves waterfall
spewing forth ...
what is ...
what shall be ...
paradise

very nice, paradise

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Hair flying in the wind
She wandered on the plains
Open lonesome spaces
Eyes closed and heart opened
Beckoned by a thousand moons,
whispering~
calling~
Come back…

Once she stood void and dead
A shell surrounded by a world of hate
Her bones screamed this life was wrong
Return she must
To the land of open spaces

Save the future
Resurrect the past
healing~
chanting~
summoned by the song of a thousand moons.

mystical and marvelous and mystique

 

[Du Lac]

thank you Art it is the opening to the chapter I wrote last night for the book. You know the one you have read a few chapters of... I like it and it is a great opening for the rest of the chapter.. I thought I would put some poetry in there also to spice things up
lol
du!

 

[RhymeFairy]

Hair flying in the wind
She wandered on the plains
Open lonesome spaces
Eyes closed and heart opened
Beckoned by a thousand moons,
whispering~
calling~
Come back…

Once she stood void and dead
A shell surrounded by a world of hate
Her bones screamed this life was wrong
Return she must
To the land of open spaces

Save the future
Resurrect the past
healing~
chanting~
summoned by the song of a thousand moons.

a thousand echoes
bouncing off
the moon surface

taking command
leading the troops
worshipping all that comes
my way

tranquil days
tempest nights
honey washing
down the wall

making the wishes
for a thousand
who don not speak
a dream
within
a dream

hand of fate
taking higher
standing
leading all
who cannot
communicate

marching to the beat
of the hearts
lonesome call
withstanding
through
it all ...

take your time
say what you must
tomorrow
we are all
but dust

tonight
we have our
say
wishing for
a brighter
future
a better
day ...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

a thousand echoes
bouncing off
the moon surface

taking command
leading the troops
worshipping all that comes
my way

tranquil days
tempest nights
honey washing
down the wall

making the wishes
for a thousand
who don not speak
a dream
within
a dream

hand of fate
taking higher
standing
leading all
who cannot
communicate

marching to the beat
of the hearts
lonesome call
withstanding
through
it all ...

take your time
say what you must
tomorrow
we are all
but dust

tonight
we have our
say
wishing for
a brighter
future
a better
day ...

Nice write Ryhme

I really am sorry some one wrote crap all over your comment of I want, If it will make you feel better I got a ranting feedback e-mail last night over Ivy to the sky, one of my better poems, crapped on. (Sad S) But ya know we write cause we feel the passion in our hearts and lay our emotions mixed thoughts out with our hands tied to our souls vent and spew cause we love it. Not for a vote. But 6 'geat poem' beats shit shit shit waa waa waa any day <grin>

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A Pecos Rose: Lady Lilley's song

Where the air is so heavy that smoke hangs in swirls
Men with whiskey breaths kissing the saloon girls.
Where romance blossoms on garters and heels
and vanishes when the new day is revealed.

Hearts that are as cold as a prarie of snow
gather in a saloon and warm to a Lady's prose.
Sipping the nector of the minds unraveling
Here at the saloon, The Western Palace's gathering.

I am as Lilley as a Langtree could be
Here in west Texas, the Pecos and me.
A one hundred dollar bill, five card stud gamble,
I won this Palace where I sing and ramble.

I like to sip whiskey and pull my dress up high,
and when I see all those hungry cowboy eyes,
I get goose pimples and warm ... and all cozy inside,
I like to flirt, sit on laps and wink a seductive eye.

So when you get a chance 'boys' just drop on by
the Western Palace where I sing poetic lies.
On fridays and Saturdays when the sun subsides
I take to the stage, prose and show my sexy thighs.

The rules are as simple as a southern belles dimples
No shooting and making holes, no cheating is simple.
The rooms are for pleasure not for your gain of pain
If you get out of hand you'll find out how I got my name.

But if you like to sip whiskey, the illusion liquid
and watch a stage show where girls legs are kicking
Then the Western Palace is an oasis for those
Who like to keep company with a Pecos Rose.

A Pecos Rose: The cards get laid ~

Piano playing and laces swaying
as the girls danced up on the stage.
Kicking up heels while the dealer deals
and Cowboys spend their hard earned pay.

Lady Lilley was making her rounds
trailing her finger across the sea of men.
Showing her legs, flirting and strolling
A Pecos Rose wearing a seductive grin.

She spied a Handsome Cowboy dealing
a gambler with a smile that struck a cord.
Lady Lilley made her way to his table
Like a Cat after a mouse across the floor.

"I thought I knew all the Gamblers in these parts,"
Lady Lilley slyly commented and displayed.
"I thought I knew all the beautifull woman,"
The Gambler said while the cards got laid.

"Can I buy in," she said with a grin.
"Here Ms. Lilley, I was just fixin' to go."
An old man got up and offered his chair.
Sitting across from the gambler, a Pecos Rose.

The cards reshuffled and shot out in a deal
four players putting on their faces to play
as the first deal was dealt out like a wheel
hands and cards have the players in gaze.

A large stack of multi-colored chips
was lifted and placed into the center.
Every one matched it one by one
Their piles were considerably thinner.

Lady Lilley was proclaimed the winner
The Gambler was game for another round
Two players left as the stakes got bigger
A Pecos Rose dealt the cards down.

"What can I offer as an alternative wager,
my funds are depleted and lay on the table"
A smile went across Lilleys face as she glow
The Gambler smiled back at the Pecos Rose.

 

[RhymeFairy]

color me stupid
passion me up

stand nice n tall
nope do not give up

i spy you there
watchin with delight
as all fall into line
behind your passions light

talk a lil dirty to me
tie me nice n tight
feather me giggly
oils sliding ... drippin down

take all you want
for i am all yours
my promise ... to you

all you see ... have
will be ... is yours
me ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Art ,

Hi ya My Friend. Just had to say a big ole Thannnnnk You for your kindness and understanding. I knew when I posted that poem I was *wide open* for it, I even expected it. Nice to know there is still a lil shit left in this ole gurl huh~

Question Ole wise one ?

How come Alllllll of the H's I had are now gone?
Not a one left? No worries really. Just did not know it was possible for someone to get their H's taken away ~

Thanks again My Friend~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Art ,

Hi ya My Friend. Just had to say a big ole Thannnnnk You for your kindness and understanding. I knew when I posted that poem I was *wide open* for it, I even expected it. Nice to know there is still a lil shit left in this ole gurl huh~

Question Ole wise one ?

How come Alllllll of the H's I had are now gone?
Not a one left? No worries really. Just did not know it was possible for someone to get their H's taken away ~

Thanks again My Friend~

Hey Ryhme,
the red "H" factor has to do with 4.50 or better and 10 votes +
but lets say your old flame (for example, not that you have one <grinin>) gets mad at you, or a disgruntled poet <I know a couple> will go to your list and vote "not so favorably" on of course the ones with red "H"s and one vote is sometimes all it takes to bring it down below the 4.50. which automaticlly removes the red "H". The additional problem with this is "I" and those who have the thread.... "dang what was that thread????? Ill find it are gathering information and ideas to fix the problem but it aint easy ...like the government, nothing changes with out a dang good reason. and it is a voting system where one vote per person, 1-5 is allowed. It is the full 'Spectrum' as they say, then there are the numbers watchers, oh yes it get's weird. <grin> my poem ZMP ~ Ivy to the sky..... hit the top list. But I knew it would fall, they always do. They tend to wait a few days with their voting and target the poems in the top percent to keep theirs high on the list. Why? I don't know for the end of year awards I think. So I advise you to not be concerned with the numbers. Before Lit and the rating you wrote because...???? "You Love It" and share it with comments and feedback and hope for a break from the one bombing. Where a one bomb helmet helps. The helmet is to not let it affect you, for their insanity is a disease that will infect ya and make you discontent. I say immune your self with why you write in the first place.

Du Lac, bless her soul, had the perfect poem. I mean I think it is one of the top five poems I have ever read. (Medusa's Chant) And some four or five line riddle got a green "E" I was sick, I realized then that the editor has different taste than we could ever figure out.


The zen of it all...
So in some way I hope you see that the problem ...is inside YOU. Expectations warrant discontent when things don't go as expected <grin> the key to tranquility is exceptance. What IS......IS and what aint yet, can be <grin> And Ryhme,,, Du's the Wise one,....I'm the wise ASS <bigrin> blue is blue <grin> and you are a lil darlin <chuckleboned>