I'm at it again!

[Lauren Hynde]

Re: Eve?

Lauren, c'mon girlfriend write it!

ok, it's done! I'll just need to run it through my OH so opinionated editor when I get home and I'll post it

 

[Lauren Hynde]

alright, you can stop with the nagging!

Autumnal Equinox

A day faded but not cold
         at the end of summer
a day as if
without the patience to sustain day
and only on an outburst
         or an impetus
         void
of duty, but full of irony
brings light to a day, in the end
         like me
or like my heart
at the end of summer
a heart that's void
         not of impetus
but of seeking, in the end
a heart faded but not cold

 

[Rybka]

Hey Lauren!

Can we play bookends?


The Equinox Experiment
by Rybka ©

I tramped the fields of spring today
to catch the sun's first scarlet ray
and while awaiting day to grow
heard psalm in voice of dove and crow.

I drove my stakes in frozen clay
to fix the sun with solar stay
and watched as morning brightness grew
till spring's first rays a shadow threw.

Out in my field of last year's hay
where summer boys and calves will play
I measured lines and angles straight
and now for spring's first sunset wait.


Regards, Rybka

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Autumnal Equinox

 

[WickedEve]

Last Day!

 

[_Land]

Seasons close

Sitting on shore
listening to the lap, lap, lap
watching as the boats
with skiers race past

the breeze in the air
nether hot nor cold
long summer days
steady grow old

sunbathers alternate sides
soaking in a few more rays
oblivious it seems
to the changing days

Locusts, Crickets
cry in protest
not ready to die
go to their rest

in the fading green
canopy above
songs flow softly
from a single dove

Mother Earth
sighs in relief
as the Oak, the Maple
begin changing their leaf

 

[beths-virtue]

my lighthearted entry.

Love=T-Shirt



I visited love on summer vacation,
An amazing conglomeration of days.

The summer seemed to stretch out before me,
Potent with possibility

Then like a flash of a firefly,
Calling to an elusive mate,
It happened to me

Summer romance
I feel for him,
And his lifeguard tan,
The zinc on his nose,
Like a beacon for my love.

Every night I went to bed,
Longing for the feel of sand in my shorts.
Sunburn on my shoulders, left uncovered,
So he could admire them from above.

I dreamt of him during the daytime,
The few seconds he was out of my sight.

We promised unfailing devotion,
In spite of the distance,

We spent long hot romantic afternoons
At the county fair,
And smirkingly scorned
Unattached people on the boardwalk

Then one day, toward the end of august,
I looked for him, and he was gone,

I was told, he had to go back to school
Waiting those last painful few days.

I longed for a phone call,
A note
A message,
Anything.

But, it was the end of summer,
And I had to face the brutal facts.

I visited love on summer vacation,
And all I got was a lousy t-shirt.

 

[_Land]

Re: my lighthearted entry.

I love it beth, This is a great read, reminds me of summers down in grass valley with the california girls.

Love=T-Shirt



I visited love on summer vacation,
An amazing conglomeration of days.

The summer seemed to stretch out before me,
Potent with possibility

Then like a flash of a firefly,
Calling to an elusive mate,
It happened to me

Summer romance
I feel for him,
And his lifeguard tan,
The zinc on his nose,
Like a beacon for my love.

Every night I went to bed,
Longing for the feel of sand in my shorts.
Sunburn on my shoulders, left uncovered,
So he could admire them from above.

I dreamt of him during the daytime,
The few seconds he was out of my sight.

We promised unfailing devotion,
In spite of the distance,

We spent long hot romantic afternoons
At the county fair,
And smirkingly scorned
Unattached people on the boardwalk

Then one day, toward the end of august,
I looked for him, and he was gone,

I was told, he had to go back to school
Waiting those last painful few days.

I longed for a phone call,
A note
A message,
Anything.

But, it was the end of summer,
And I had to face the brutal facts.

I visited love on summer vacation,
And all I got was a lousy t-shirt.

 

[WickedEve]

On the Sexlacious home page you'll see the End of Summer Contest link. All entries are posted. Voting will start in a day or two. Hopefully, I'll have the results a few days after that. Of course, I'll announce the winner, runner-up, and 3rd place on this thread as well as at Sexlacious.
I'll check back later tonight and in the morning incase anymore submissions are posted.

 

[Rybka]

Contest Submissions

Can We submit more than one?

Regards, Rybka

 

[WickedEve]

That probably wouldn't be fair my filleted friend. So which poem do you want to use?

 

[Rybka]

My other ones are really fall poems, besides, I doubt that you can display them properly - at least this site can't!
So I will sick with the quickie I wrote for you. - Let me know if you have a "fall" contest. I like autumn poems.

Such as:

Fall 1999 II

Pastel replaces brilliance
Red fades arterial crimson to venous blue
as life ebbs
Rough orange maples now wear
poplar and white birch naked limbs bare
Berries bunch fat red on leafless branches of the bird berry bush
Drupe droop
Hips (rose)
Grass green, yellows to frost tipped brown;
I stub my toe on garden loam; sweet soil hardened

Scarlet to shiraz, crimson to cabernet

wintergreen to butterscotch

lemon drop to caramel creame

mussily, drismal, dank

Harvest scents to wet November must

Misty breaths of frost forlorn
on ever later darker morn

Comes weak sun
Then day is done


Regards, Rybka

 

[Senna Jawa]

poemath

Let's extend this thread beyond Eve's contest. Add more summer-fall poems. I'll try to find some. (I already have submitted "affinity" but it's too long to post it here).


                    poemath


        summer   we all have suntan
        too much time on hands is our only shadow
        these days i can only barter
        -learn poetry tricks from teenage whores-
            she said
        but they have a short attention span
        and i can offer only... mathematics


    senna jawa ©
            1995-08-10


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

[Senna Jawa]

a happy go lucky poem

 
 
 
 
            sum(mer)mess


    apartment's amess
    but weather's so nice so
    who cares

    i do and i don't
    the wind brings my song
    from nineteen ninety one:

        open arcs
        roll horizons
        spin the earth
        under your feet



wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1995-07-25

 

[WickedEve]

rybka, check your poem and make sure I have the right one.
Let me know how you want it displayed.

My other ones are really fall poems, besides, I doubt that you can display them properly - at least this site can't!
So I will sick with the quickie I wrote for you. - Let me know if you have a "fall" contest. I like autumn poems.

Such as:

Fall 1999 II

Pastel replaces brilliance
Red fades arterial crimson to venous blue
as life ebbs
Rough orange maples now wear
poplar and white birch naked limbs bare
Berries bunch fat red on leafless branches of the bird berry bush
Drupe droop
Hips (rose)
Grass green, yellows to frost tipped brown;
I stub my toe on garden loam; sweet soil hardened

Scarlet to shiraz, crimson to cabernet

wintergreen to butterscotch

lemon drop to caramel creame

mussily, drismal, dank

Harvest scents to wet November must

Misty breaths of frost forlorn
on ever later darker morn

Comes weak sun
Then day is done


Regards, Rybka

 

[Senna Jawa]

phase transitions

 
 
 
 
    Phase transitions


        In Saigon, in Saigon
        The rains and sun are warm

        Golden California
        You're too cold, too cold
        Northern California
        I don't want your gold

        If to be streetful
        Then in Saigon, in rain
        Where air's wet to the full
        And becomes your home

        The tree of your head
        And the roofs in the rain
        Talk all night but can't tell
        Are we alive and wet
        Or long gone and dead

        Golden California
        You're too cold, too cold
        Northern California
        And your blinding gold



wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
       1991-April

 

[Rybka]

rybka, check your poem and make sure I have the right one.
Let me know how you want it displayed.

Yep, Summer's End is the one I wrote for you. It is displayed as written. Some of my others I can only get to display properly as a Word file, which this site can't accept.

Regards, Rybka

 

[Rybka]

Senna Jawa wrote:

Let's extend this thread beyond Eve's contest. Add more summer-fall poems. I'll try to find some. (I already have submitted "affinity" but it's too long to post it here).

APPLES GROW IN NEW HAMPSHIRE

Apples grow in New Hampshire.
Wild they ripen, tame and feral
From summer sun to Christmas Carol,
But the fall scent
Of those allowed to overgrow
Perfumes the air
From bluebird flight to lasting snow.

Apples grown on orchard trees
Are picked and sold
And some are squeezed.

Apples wild in forest wood
Seldom bear
Much fruit that's good.

But apples on abandoned farms
Still drop fine fruit
In nature's arms.

Both mouse and bird do make full use
Of choicest flesh
And apple juice.
Deer and coon are sure to stop
At slightest cache
Of windfall drop.

And as I've gone along my way
More than once I've paused
To pray.
Meeting God
I just stand mute
And breath the scent
Of autumn's fruit.


1991 - Rybka


Regards, Rybka

 

[smithpeter]

I am very impressed with the dates on some poems. some go way back.

I wrote things back then too but have no documentation.


to the moment

of spent testosterone
john cage slipping on ice

what to believe?
is the?

life at zero is
just another chapter

The 3somes is nice with very attractive neighbors
the ugly ones should concentrate on voting correctly


it's 12:12 on /SUNDAY early aft pre labor day in usa, central daylight time

 

[Rybka]

I wrote things back then too but have no documentation.

S.P. - If you wrote them on a computer, you can always go back and check the file date.


Regards, Rybka

 

[Senna Jawa]

S.P. - If you wrote them on a computer, you can always go back and check the file date.


Regards, Rybka

Computers and my unwillingness to back-up thoroughly were the major killer of my poems. Now it's better these days, there are archives and they work quite well. Best of all are CD burners if you have one (which I don't). But will those CDs, even when in great shape, be readable years from now, when formats will change? One archive copes with this problem and is winning for years (it is a mathematical research archive).

Regards,

 

[Senna Jawa]

Computers and my unwillingness to back-up thoroughly were the major killer of my poems.

                                   disk maintenance

 
 

 

[WickedEve]

Computers and my unwillingness to back-up thoroughly were the major killer of my poems. Now it's better these days, there are archives and they work quite well. Best of all are CD burners if you have one (which I don't). But will those CDs, even when in great shape, be readable years from now, when formats will change? One archive copes with this problem and is winning for years (it is a mathematical research archive).

Regards,

I've wondered about that too. I've put some my poetry on CDs and the pics I take of my kids with a digital camera. I've wondered if years from now will there be a way to use these CDs. I've been tempted to print all my writings out and store them in a box under the bed. lol

 

[Senna Jawa]

S.P. - If you wrote them on a computer, you can always go back and check the file date.


Regards, Rybka

You edit one letter twelve years later and you get a new file date

Regards,

 

[Senna Jawa]

I've wondered about that too. I've put some my poetry on CDs and the pics I take of my kids with a digital camera. I've wondered if years from now will there be a way to use these CDs.

For a while. But don't trust "backward compatability". Once technology changes make back-ups using new formats when you can, before it is too late or too cumbersome. The good news is that what used to require 200 disks now fits one CD. The "bad" news is that consumer options go up and one can store now things like hi resolution images and soon movies, which take more and more space. Which is wonderful of course but it creates new problems. And so it goes.

I've been tempted to print all my writings out and store them in a box under the bed. lol

That's an excellent idea. And never let anybody touch it. Rewrite before you offer anybody your text, give away a copy, and never an item from that box. (Have another such box in a bank vault ).

Regards,