mirror will be washed

[Sibilaire]

aurora virago 04/15/04

aurora virago
by oxalis ©

take me to your lap
across an arched bridge stream
loved and caressed
not written about
breathed in grainy dream’s
sand years after our meeting
into carpet strands to be weaved
dropping from tipped hat brims
force of experienced habit
to love the soul before eyes




answer to YDD:
04/15/04 by oxalis
a friend invited me to view the film, ?Impromptu?
my attempt at a poem happened after viewing.
thank you for your kind words.
Who are you?
~
thank you, Mixed Precipitations for your insights, as always and eight turned on it's side.





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Mean tempered dawn goddess?
04/15/04 by YDD
You create interesting phrases and word pictures as always,
but in this one I have difficulty following the interconnections between the lines.
I don't even understand the how the title relates to the poem.





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sand years
04/15/04 by ScatteredShowers
"force of experienced habit
to love the soul before eyes"

interesting view, never thought about that before.
wondering if you mean love the soul before you love the eyes or

to love the soul that is before your eyes?
or to love the soul that is out before her eyes?

they are all wonderful don't change a thing. Your poems make me think and feel all at once. I wonder if there is a name for that

how long is a sand year?
the amount of time it takes for a rock to become sand, or for sand to wear to nothing but scattered silicon dioxide molecules

perhaps becoming a part of a starfish or sea urchin or snail shell

 

[Sibilaire]

virgin still

if this place ever takes my virginity
it will be here
silent and deaf to round table gavels
mortar and pestle crushing
gunfire
hush
none of that now
just sleep

baby your bangs have grown
tuck them now behind your ear
I whisper you have lost nothing here

 

[annaswirls]

wish and vision before sleep by smithpeter © 04/08/04

ooh this is a good one I had forgotten ending with a comma


wish and vision before sleep


wish and vision before sleep
by smithpeter ©

I have memories
able to hold in my hand
passed back and forth
left to right to other
like our kisses,

your tone is always
peace with lust
lady of dream as well
as imagine wakeful
pulling forward,



04/08/04

 

[Sibilaire]

kept by holding 02/24/04

kept by holding
by svelte walker ©

we saw you
begging for his droplets

he has been with all
your sisters, lonely lovers
salty kissers
holding back for the pulling out

daydream interpreter tells
for smooth touching
it seems it’s all we have
in our hands and arms

that was Monday,
this is Hell

evidence of jigsaw puzzles
broken pieces of heart
seclusion masquerading




kept by holding Poem Non-Erotic Poetry 02/24/04

 

[Sibilaire]

what was said 02/08/04

what was said
by svelte walker ©

don’t ever call us chicks
frail boy bitch
matters of opinion
little stinker boy
not worth itch

jazz harvest time
go down town
get us girls some
satin treatment
soft touch control

done with garbage?
get over here
by our sides
let’s have a little tickle
here’s your chance

experience purity
same filth
having sad fun
bare faced wonder
your kindness will push you over the cliff

backwards
not big enough
grow in us
all feeble one of you
pretend to finger a harp

strum E sharp progression
share smoke out of mouth
into us
give us your lungs
start out fast, end long and low

it’s ok
you can look at the score
tickle your ivories
then tickle ours
the beauty of our thing

free tears
tympani tears
weep and sorrow
shallow, requesting lip
finally, we need your spit

WAIT, naughty boy bunny
you left pants behind,
we’ll hold for you,
scamper to the taxi in your little white sox
whisker sleuth, knock next time



what was said 02/08/04

 

[annaswirls]

3 poems by smithpeter ©

3 poems


3 poems
by smithpeter ©

Daybreak Receptive

when placing things inside of things
could be bad spell or good
as long as atop your highest spikes
breathless, shy light barely enters

you note my relish of recline
please fulfill that wish standing
reach and extended peach outline
over my edge, allow spilling

your lips frame tongue, milk
flowing past ruby gloss,
spread your animal places
muscle me aside, drape me

all in a morning in heat
we beat leather, suck glass
breath fire, fly origami with naked arms,
you handle my hammer, you peal your bell

*

Wrenching Verse

you, permit me smell
a pink parcel containing
dainty lace thong
while musing over you

*

Sweetly Dreamt

sugar and incense, black smoke
pungent poetry too hot for
Literotica, a dash of spice
at hardwood’s edge
a twist, a drive, an arrow
feathered, tongued, grooved

1-02-04

 

[annaswirls]

9 by smithpeter ©

9
by smithpeter ©

9

it’s almost 9:00 night, doing nothing
shirt tail out
scruffy
good strong thighs
velvet elvis
low scoop beauties
black sheen
anti gravity cat
pro gravity dog,
ethereal tome of
literary violence
mentions
the brief shining moment
when America is convinced it’s on fire
buried in fat
drowned by rapacious blood weapon

a curious thing, metal and tough plastic
three triggers
one each for each flag color
near its butt a tank of 3 liters
containing micro storm energy
true John Wayne grit all twisted up
down shaken braided comprised of
decomposition

stolen design of court of lost mission
clouded agents assigned to roam
slice, absorb culture, roam slice
a limp of gathering
priorities were/are:
adult male,
strong women,
weak women,
weak men,
children,
pets,
antique furniture,
broaches with a victim’s mother’s face
the list goes down and down

those were tough times
common smoke
uncommon water
common dry wind
no such thing as art
less pleasure

perk up
spend some happy
aim your mirror, smile dammit


3-08-04

 

[annaswirls]

allowance by smithpeter ©

allowance

by smithpeter ©

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


3-9-04

 

[annaswirls]

1-18-04 sexual want by smithpeter ©

sexual want


sexual want
by smithpeter ©

give me your nose
exhale onto my chest
next roll, move down crudely
across, oblique arrow to exquisite crevasse

my offer of technique hang and shade and attack
is met with fire and water cannon
we fit like holster hugging gun
night-surround sparkler fizz

~again

place your face near mine
breathe across my breath
pour air

take my give
run like children
their first fire

 

[annaswirls]

1.19.04 pip gets lost by 2rivers ©

pip gets lost

pip gets lost
by 2rivers ©

what started as fun
is now not so

it’s funny
how things expand by powers
only mathematicians
and baseball fans understand

packages drift on trucks
like love flies
between dry clouds and humidity

the host here leans forward
feels not a one, single
~pause~
~pause again~
hug or affection

_________________

pip gets found

strong lyrics flavor this boy’s soup
he stands in rain and shadow
others notice and tug
his eye lids

there are veins below
maps of his drug
a puppy, a kitty
exit signs usher his will

new and better pip
rubber and vinyl
cool streets
dead end

good bye
pip pip

 

[annaswirls]

1.19.04 rahsaan by 2rivers ©

rahsaan

rahsaan
by 2rivers ©

fill it
make a hole bigger
sign it, make a hole sound
bigger

growl in a way that makes men
check the zipper,
their honeys are loose now
just look at them go

joy and prance, all met and spent
the lady in us all gets up
does a twirl with something’s
meant minding and
the floor drops away
the rhythm kicks in, the bass the intent
and the no more way to get home
no matter the guitar not strummed
whacked at

sax is lit is junction between heaven and coal with sugar to remind us or just me or just you that time is hot not cool as the expression glows behind things that could pick up need to feel god and her son demideities hidden in folds about ruffles and buddha and his chum joking smoking back with mohammad poking blue sky vishnu west near flats staring down trees that bear fruit for karma bent jerks rolling up sleeves ready to rob the store of all goods pertaining to jerkhoodmanship on the day this song was blown down the tubes,
up the neck
across the reeds
through the soundboard
into the floor
out unto the sky
hitting me on the way past
big fat whoa and thank you, rahsaan
and hitting me

 

[annaswirls]

02.10.04

found in pocket
by 2rivers ©

lately off dreaming
right up front
having a spell
of contemplation
on the tilt-a-whirl

holding hot
smiling at cold
stepping with the
sheep shearer
chatting with dead people

silent auctions
mute balloons
wind in hair
blind rage
with a sweet twist

 

[annaswirls]

02.08.04

prayer
by 2rivers ©

NEED means knowing separation,
what distance is

unqualified
to love fear

twisting paths in poems
filled with little meaning
means I am lost, afraid
of being left behind

frontals pile up
alone

in a life
do we bleed enough

 

[annaswirls]

02.02.04

womanly
by 2rivers ©

you have strong sexy shoulders
may I pour you a drink?
cow’s milk
would you like sugar with that
a hat on your hallway hook
meerschaum in your tray
a ring in your tub uniquely me?
my leg from behind
slid between

hopefully clockwise
at my orientation
equator tango crossing, now it’s safe to
twist that counter way

break me off
make a pain
for you to mend
I love pretzels, baby
don’t run so fast
don’t kick so hard
in-those-high-houston-boots
I want you

 

[annaswirls]

dream is path by smithpeter ©

dream is path

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

 

[annaswirls]

gennerator by smithpeter © 3.15.04

gennerator

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

 

[SeattleRain]

*bump* so I don't have to dig so far next time

 

[SeattleRain]

I am sorry in advance if this hurts anyone, I have to do this reliving for a week or two.


Hi, Honey
by oxalis ©

waiting at back booth
like a landing to come
Chicago or LA;
really grounded with gin, some tonic and a cigarette
a blind date to come
but late

could run, could sip
could look out the window at the city lights below far below
blowing smoke against the farm scene
wondering if the pilots have a jigger
a jiggle in their pants,
if hard to make one blue eyed officer’s insignia rock

late blind date, surprise or joke
a man or woman, a girl or boy;
this spot with back to footsteps.
waitress: boot click easy,
she or a twin sister would do
at this point of hard wood bench
better suited for game and squeak

flesh on polished curve
with pilot, bartender, barmaid or
furniture refinisher, just not so alone
waiting in the slot up tight to checkered table cloth
pouring salt in little piles for the bitch to wipe,
smiling, southern accented, slit skirt greetings
scoop front, long reach urge to make another trip
to restroom, bag with gifts and AAA’s


relaxed, refreshed
return to legs with good posture
finally arrival, crossed calves, red pumps
back of promising head,
the waitress doesn’t write things down
but she winks real pretty
her approval
at the Tarmac Saloon

4.26.04

 

[SeattleRain]

min by oxalis © 4.26.04

min
by oxalis ©

I was told
choose my life
not other’s version
subtract want from need

go to fucking hell
accompanied by minds of like mind
get back with skin missing
subtract want from need

perilous journeys require
missing skin
hope for small elastic bandages
in colorful packages

4.26.04

 

[SeattleRain]

several words in a row 4.26.04

several words in a row
by oxalis ©

drift through a liquid onto a denser liquid to bounce upon
beads,
joyful, manipulated beads
a bumpy ride
all our sisters kissing
having a feel never felt
funny the way men look up skirts
in the Skirt-Phone-Book
Lavender Pages for fella’s

night comes like demons
spurting moon cum
poking holes in all
ALL petticoats leaving whiskers,
shavings, bits of chin and elbow dry skin
for cooking
up-skirt spells
desiring October,
the deepest month
orange and black
and Yellow


4.26.04

 

[SeattleRain]

poetry circle 4.16.04

poetry circle
by 2rivers ©

look across the table
don’t put down the phone
don’t fall in love
just consider the reason
I talk to you, a stranger with eyes,
a brain and lungs
who sees my desire, hears her breathing
purred through coffee steam,
knows the curl of her lips
out loud speaking thoughts,
-distance concepts-

4.16.04

 

[SeattleRain]

4.19.04 lie

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


YDD really liked his ideas, work. He wondered who it was... he knew before the rest of us

 

[SeattleRain]

poem before concert 4.18.04

poem before concert
by 2rivers ©

lolly red pop awesome cascading hair
with bustle intellect and at times
in dark night headlights hustle
sharp shadowed sting,
a subtle mix of pain jagged
pain on demand for display
only one bravo, only one lover
only two minds for the copulation
of it all, what it means, what pants
fall for leaning over hot hoods
boy with wishes and the faultless
mindful partner, wonder soaked,
sew and so and sew our lips secure

4.18.04

 

[SeattleRain]

versus thrown like yogurt 4.21.04

versus thrown like yogurt
by 2rivers ©

stopping one thing
starting another one thing
like a fire put out
causes less and less smoke
hanging around, eye level

we broke into three
now we need names
and invitations
hats and gloves optional
under garments optional

listen to my gramophone
it scratches just for you
over again, put a penny on top
let me try
knock it off make you play again

some things go and fade back
others go and push back
like fired up corners
smiled less, frequent spoke
back door is here, be comfort
compared to what

4.21.04

 

[SeattleRain]

button says compose 04.21.04

button says compose
by svelte walker ©

while thinking of a man's cock falling
half way to heaven
pointing bashful
uninvited liberation, soon ingested
saliva floated smiling face with solitary commitment to moment.

shovels would not do as good
nor front tines in this dirt
so rich in life and heat and enzymes
marked for the reliable clay steady moment
uncalled for, unexpected, delicious;

-strangers tanging it up-

never ever meeting again

till same excursion to shop, lounge, public restroom hardly SOUNDPROOF!
Inner-sate circle looping perfect roundness
switch between tight cars, sunroof and walking tours
behind rocks
called for muffled cries injected into bare arm
self hickey breath around,
salty self toothy feast,
relish in the marks