Angeline
Poet Chick
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November 7, 2002
This thread has been languishing and there have been some great submissions of late. Too many, unfortunately, for me to even get to all the good ones on today's list! Please check the new poems list whenever you can; there's so much good poetry here at Lit.
walking pretty in ankle weeds by smithpeter
Check your zipper,
take a look-
is it steel, copper, brass or
plastic?
take a lick
sharpen your long and growing,
glowing magnetic stick
My goodness SP, whatever are you on about? LOL. Another wonderful submission from one of my favorite poets ever ever ever. The images are just vivid and the content. Oh my. May his sticks forever flame.
Fizzle Fish by Xtaabay
Tickling tingles
on fishy scales,
grasping forest,
vast forest,
undulating
yellow-green grass forest.
This simple poem ripples along like the water fishies um fizzle through--rhythmic and truely poetry in motion. (Rybka, is that you?)
The Power of No by just pet
a thousand shattered images
cascaded from her
to lay upon the empty sheets
in pools of his disappointment
coating the rills and valleys
of the night before
This is an interesting contrast, I thought, to Xtaabay'a poem, which felt like a delightful watery journey. Here, just pet has taken the single moment of a "no" and exploded it into that strained forever when two people realize it's not to be. Powerful image.
Silent ebb by Softmystri
taking and giving the sight of my eyes
the feeling of my heart
as if they were no more
than tides on a beach.
It rolls in. It rolls out. A lovely extended metaphor from a new poet. Welcome Softmystri!
The Limo and the Fete by JUDO
Laughter's echo peels and a chica samba rings.
Colored décor reflects the culture's spicy flings.
But in the dark, two eyes flow moist and hide --
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Young love leaves the fete on giddy feet
Against a tree, embrace to kiss, their heat complete,
But the black and long distracts their tender pride --
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Look at that will you? Is she not the undisputed queen of poetic form? And not even just a sonnet. And not even just a kyrielle (which I can't even goddamn pronounce, for heaven's sake) sonnet, but a sexy little samba through the ghetto, or is it Eden? Really, Edna St. Vincent Milay never wrote a modern sonnet that switches and sways so invitingly. I'm in love with this poem.
Bricks by RedScully
Keeping out the
Wolf in my heart,
I set the mortar,
Place a brick
Tamp it down,
Like a little pig
Learning from past mistakes.
I'm liking this newer poet to Lit, and this poem, I think, is particularly good. Very creative way to describe the process of shielding the heart. Forget straw and sticks. Welcome RedScully!
This thread has been languishing and there have been some great submissions of late. Too many, unfortunately, for me to even get to all the good ones on today's list! Please check the new poems list whenever you can; there's so much good poetry here at Lit.
walking pretty in ankle weeds by smithpeter
Check your zipper,
take a look-
is it steel, copper, brass or
plastic?
take a lick
sharpen your long and growing,
glowing magnetic stick
My goodness SP, whatever are you on about? LOL. Another wonderful submission from one of my favorite poets ever ever ever. The images are just vivid and the content. Oh my. May his sticks forever flame.
Fizzle Fish by Xtaabay
Tickling tingles
on fishy scales,
grasping forest,
vast forest,
undulating
yellow-green grass forest.
This simple poem ripples along like the water fishies um fizzle through--rhythmic and truely poetry in motion. (Rybka, is that you?)
The Power of No by just pet
a thousand shattered images
cascaded from her
to lay upon the empty sheets
in pools of his disappointment
coating the rills and valleys
of the night before
This is an interesting contrast, I thought, to Xtaabay'a poem, which felt like a delightful watery journey. Here, just pet has taken the single moment of a "no" and exploded it into that strained forever when two people realize it's not to be. Powerful image.
Silent ebb by Softmystri
taking and giving the sight of my eyes
the feeling of my heart
as if they were no more
than tides on a beach.
It rolls in. It rolls out. A lovely extended metaphor from a new poet. Welcome Softmystri!
The Limo and the Fete by JUDO
Laughter's echo peels and a chica samba rings.
Colored décor reflects the culture's spicy flings.
But in the dark, two eyes flow moist and hide --
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Young love leaves the fete on giddy feet
Against a tree, embrace to kiss, their heat complete,
But the black and long distracts their tender pride --
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Look at that will you? Is she not the undisputed queen of poetic form? And not even just a sonnet. And not even just a kyrielle (which I can't even goddamn pronounce, for heaven's sake) sonnet, but a sexy little samba through the ghetto, or is it Eden? Really, Edna St. Vincent Milay never wrote a modern sonnet that switches and sways so invitingly. I'm in love with this poem.
Bricks by RedScully
Keeping out the
Wolf in my heart,
I set the mortar,
Place a brick
Tamp it down,
Like a little pig
Learning from past mistakes.
I'm liking this newer poet to Lit, and this poem, I think, is particularly good. Very creative way to describe the process of shielding the heart. Forget straw and sticks. Welcome RedScully!
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