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[annaswirls]

almost understanding smithpeter 12/22/02

almost understanding
by smithpeter ©

I understand finally
when a head shakes
side to side it does not always
mean "no"

it may mean "know"
or "now" or
"just kick me in the ass"
once gently, with a gracefully pointed
stiff black/silver coated
leather toe
side salad and foul language, please.

Is tip included?

12/22/02

 

[WickedEve]

Sweetie, not meaning to intrude... All the poetry here is breathtaking. I'm sure you want each and every poem to have the attention it deserves. Have you thought about adding some of your own comments? Maybe how a particular poem makes you feel, what you love about it, what it means to you, etc? Or if you don't want to do it in this thread, maybe start a smithpeter poetry discussion thread, where other readers and poets can discuss specific poems. That may be an interesting idea. There's much to love, appreciate, and learn from his words.

 

[annaswirls]

Sweetie, not meaning to intrude... All the poetry here is breathtaking. I'm sure you want each and every poem to have the attention it deserves. Have you thought about adding some of your own comments? Maybe how a particular poem makes you feel, what you love about it, what it means to you, etc? Or if you don't want to do it in this thread, maybe start a smithpeter poetry discussion thread, where other readers and poets can discuss specific poems. That may be an interesting idea. There's much to love, appreciate, and learn from his words.

Hi Eve,
Thanks for your interest in this dusty thread. I am sorry that you considered your post an intrusion, I always intended for everyone to feel welcome here to say what they want. You bring up some good ideas.

The first page of this thread was an invitation to share:

For sharing poems of 2Rivers, oxalis, Air2O, smithpeter, sveltwalker, palau, et al

Maria has shared some of her favorites, which was very cool to see! I just remembered, early on, you shared a poem he had sent to you via pm as well. I hope others would feel comfortable doing so if it is what they want.

For me personally, I just have not wanted to leave comments, but if others do, go for it! (and you know it would be hard for me not to join in on a discussion. )

My main reason for starting this thread was so people who are new to literotica might by chance, take a look and see, maybe get motivated into reading more of his poetry, but that is not what matters. Evolution is a good thing.

If you want to start a discussion thread that is great, anytime you want to throw something out about a poem, please feel free to do it here, there is not a no trespassing sign on the tree

well, maybe a sign that says "please keep flirting and innuendo in the private arena (unless it pertains to the poem being discusses lol) "

You know why.


hmmmm it might be interested in writing response poems to his work, that is always fun.

hey girlfriend, I am rambling, it sounds like you are doing well. I am still working on my mourning the mistress poem, it is barely recognizable. snip snip snip

best to you,

~anna

 

[annaswirls]

envy by 2rivers 2-6-4

envy
by 2rivers ©

private conversation on public sidewalk
obvious lovers holding hands
fold in delicate intent
I do not possess

they will remember the chill
in my gaze


02-06-04

some public comments:

maybe vicious...
02/06/04 by Angeline
but it seemed more poignant to me--as if the affront of a PDA is too painful to cause anything but a glare. still the poem triumphs because it conveys such complexity, such ambivalence--well to me--in so few words.



What a tiny.....
02/06/04 by Tristesse
....vicious poem. So simple and so sharp.

 

[annaswirls]

allowance by smithpeter 03-09-04

allowance
by smithpeter ©

walking North
straight up mountains
the view is wonder
so grand
we spend all our days
walking North


3-9-4

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supplies
to wonder or to know
which to prefer?
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[annaswirls]

A Dream Of Never Leaving by smithpeter © 3-10-02

a dream of never leaving
by smithpeter ©

If freezing rain is your blood
It would heat me
Your shallow pond
Proves the playground
Of my growth

Filled with toys of intrusion
Salted and garlic sautéed
We dabble in hair pulling
With drawn butter
Flinging identities

I need your slap
The stain and marks
A proof that we have been
There, done that
Felt the walk
Talked the talk

Remember the time in my dream that you insisted on walking back and forth alongside the bed as I reached out to cup your ass and understand the muscle in your upper thighs and lower at your insistence,
so often stepping away,
out of reach,
grinning, then smothering me
between your breasts?

 

[annaswirls]

clear acrylic dome 2-08-04

clear acrylic dome
by smithpeter ©

from home, visible objects
parts of us, crashing objects
smoke and blow, menthol
wooden tube, music from holes
applause, an empty room
we must show, no emotion
plain white paper, shadowless
pencil drawings, graphite dust
endings, endings
ground, tips
keyboard crying, shy

2/8/04

~

 

[annaswirls]

for sleep by smithpeter © 03/04/04

for sleep
by smithpeter ©

your inner
your hair, the pop, the narrow strips
of reveal
03/04/04

 

[annaswirls]

gennerator by smithpeter © 03/15/04

gennerator
by smithpeter ©


gennerator

stray stray voltage
up from grounded
up inside pant leg
dog leg, cat scratch

new moons gonna
New Moons will be more polite
and literate
literati vacating charmed
opening doors

inhaling your arms
I fly with little spark
we ignore the black storm
science flowers
stupid humans who design and forget reason

pretty adjectives
racing adverbs
naughty kiss
long slow insertion
breathless

shock me one more time
again


03/15/04

 

[annaswirls]

dream is path by smithpeter © 1/11/04

dream is path
by smithpeter ©
dream is path
through grain ocean
through beast moraine

a discussion of spirit ensues
about too big words for me,
ulali and pretence

ongway,
a segue to oneness
choral downbeat

owls, more owls
send me sleep,
father duties persist

lover waits in meadow
she spins paint and soil
she empowers surround

our unacquainted fathers
now watch movement
slow to them

II

four legs long
is our pressing
two chests
four nipples conniving,
conversing tits wanting time alone
while lips murmur in ignorance
of the private parts party plans,
hope and mystery
purple and red
blue and union
onion lèche bunion
Laissez Bon Temps Roulet

1/11/04

 

[annaswirls]

just right by smithpeter © 04/03/04

just right
by smithpeter ©


technology goes in the side pockets
the left side of our spirituality is top pocket
near the horizon
correct?
Best view ever.
I was always jealous that my pack and camel
gets to see the life after before I do.
ego shit I suppose while retying my boots.
again.
I hate shoe salesman and fast food souls.
Where did that express Llama Lama Dalai mammal go, anyway?

04/03/04

 

[Sibilaire]

lie by 2rivers © 4-18-04

lie
by 2rivers ©
nestle warm
simple surges, laughter
coos of spring, pulling back the leaves
sexy bare earth
odor of life, purpose
stretch out long

4-18-04


~

 

[annaswirls]

At Hiccup Rock

Illustrated so go check it out.


28,283 reads

 

[annaswirls]

green/grey fields

Another illustrated, very cool.


only 14,242 reads

 

[annaswirls]

1 elda, 2 fucking guys 08/26/02

1 elda, 2 fucking guys
by oxalis ©



so we met at this place
it was kinda dirty
with bugs
so we went back to her place
a hotel room
me and Mitch and her

he has this HARD-ON all afternoon
she had this real awesome
glass thing that looked like my cock
hahahahahh
no it looked like Mitch's cock
hahahhahaah

movement to slumber
fancy lettering
sometimes I think that if my
cock and posterior was not so
purfect I would not get any pussy
at all never

Mitch has big bugger lips
like Mick Jagger wagger
hahahahhahah

then the glass thing comes out
it is like a part of a meter
in length
she does it whole
and Mitch is in the bathroom
having one of those movements

so I move closer
she is divine like a church
on Sunday or Wednesday
does not taste like chicken either


08/26/02


13,324 reads

 

[SeattleRain]

no pen name 4/24/04

here are two poems he started and sent to me from a conference he was attending
Two weeks before he died

someday never came


"I only tried to write this poem,
it is mainly notes taken for another poem someday,"




But, suddenly,
At Brit's
women with tails at crowed tables
milling with intent behind halls and stairs
I don't see their faces till return
It's like hearing a speaker unseen
then they smile at you or someone behide you
glorious and very intellectual-
the parade to the hall,


______________________-


Five of fourteen stories up
hand to glass pressed to block annoyance

pop top echo
from the next dome down

the morning lean
pleasant,
with soaking

earlier, 25 years
I would’ve still stood here marveled
and left never quite satisfied

 

[SeattleRain]

wondering

am I the only person here*


*HERE meaning only HERE in this thread
not here on this earth or elsewhere


this is what I do
everyone does what they do

I dont think it reflects anything what people do or do not do
we do
what we have to do
period.

I
know
this




and this is why I restricted myself to only posting his poems and nothing else

Seattle, in a moment of weakness forgetting why I was Here lonley wondering if anyone was here, me just a simple human thing the end

 

[SeattleRain]

`

 

[FaberusPetrus]

Are you the only one???

wondering

am I the only person here
shouting out poems to echo walls
off empty canyon
back pack donkeys and passengers
wondering what
insanity
drives
this
woman
to shout
the words of a dead man
to no one.

Get it right. Many others miss one of our best poets. Love is love, and loss is loss. Let go what must be let. Write from the heart, not from the sauce, heal and better get.

Honor is done as honor is perceived. Echoes fade with time. True worth does not.
Each honors in their own way.

Pax

 

[annaswirls]

Re: Are you the only one???

here meant here

only here on this thread

in a moment of weakness slipped from my intent to make an opportunity for others to see

that is all

no other meaning

 

[annaswirls]

 

[annaswirls]

To whom it may concern:

I am continuing my participation in this thread at the following site.

smithpeter replay

All welcome.
Shoes and shirts
optional.

Anna

 

[annaswirls]

we room
by smithpeter ©


entering a different room
the lighting is similar
positions are different
I experience mannequin envy

we keep our hands warm in each other
our step is march
our heels clack, noses bleed
from our own loftiness

It is a wonderful life
being room to room led
fed and oiled and spoiled
food and water and sex

we are offered toys and tokens
which we grab, fight over
hide from each other
throw out crashing glass

smoke forced apart
pushed into door frames
separated by bulletins
scandal that brings back our drool

entering a different room
with soft surrendered animal fur
no sign of knives
hides for laying against

chant is appropriate
gospel singers surround us
their mission is to see every all
sing the notes, walk off with words

the hymns of time collide
Love is God
cross stitch cadence
quilt of pain, glued with passion

last room before journey begins

 

[Sibilaire]

provocative but soothing

provocative but soothing
02/29/04 By: smithpeter


a delightful romp
the sugar on my cheerios
the salt next to the ketchup
in packets in my pockets
the bubble of juice lurking in the center of my hamburger
a real chin dripper
my cup of tea
now

 

[Sibilaire]

above by oxalis ©

above
by oxalis ©

creating a map for ladders
stepping -to- as threat
and -fro-, leaving with distaste
clumsy beasts of fiberglass
aluminum and illegal
elegant wood,
under certain conditions
of decay and shaky usage

~

beyond ceiling

strange to terrestrials
odd to mice as well
the sometimes obscene clutter
of bats and Asian beetles,
rats, electricians
and nosy cute insulators,
plus uncle’s leather muscle mags

~

below

a crawl away is romantic
snake trails, rarely meat
and former baby buggies
frequent displays of refrigeration
through the ages, rot and mold
escarpment ala Niagara floor
to die for with open streams
flowing below the lives
of reseeded Belgian farmers
keeping cellar cool

~

bounce

2 quarts fresh sour cherries self picked
4 cups sugar
1 quart vodka

trap in large air tight jar
twist and stir twice daily
till sugar melts before eyes
tease for 6 weeks or longer
stored in above below,
expect elegance
pour from wide mouth jars
with fingerless opera gloves
towards short stemmed crystal goblets
a must, a toast, another poem