Not gonna write you a love song: Challenge

[annaswirls]

the weakness of forced symmetry

I don't even care enough
to argue any more
just let you wave your arms
in a four by four beat. Trying
to keep us in line
is wrong as snapdragon opera,
your rocks aligned in tall vertical rows.

"Shhh! Don't tell Mary"
I want to watch it fall.

 

[mia_erotica]

I woke up with this feeling

It's not for you

You don't love me

You whispered it once

I heard you

"I love you"

you married her

ew, why?

 

[Liar]

Tomorrow you will tear sheets
off the spring frame, clear cups
and crystal off your fancy table
and wait for steps to fade away.

You don't want love
so I don't give it.
But here I am,

swilling on your Merlot and Arabica,
staining your regal thread count,
biting where you ask for secret
me shaped bruises to rub aridly
and remember the sting.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Who do you think you are?
Expecting love songs with your
clean socks and morning paper?
Shave first, brush your teeth
at least. Morning breath won't
waft romance my way.
Go drop the kiddlings off
on the way to work
and I will spend the day
penning the most loving song
but
I know you won't so
I ain't writing you no love song.

 

[AoNoDoY]

Ribboned flowers
brought up from the sea
soft like the distance
soft like the leigh

Driftwood on the beach
hair like the days
lips like fairy's dust
sugared by the waves

Meet me half way
with ribboned flowers
brought up from the sea

 

[Sex and Death]

awaiting awakenings

you fight joy holding breath tight
and low brows
to shed the love raining
wanting to find crevices
drip trickle into your heart
and you shed rains of love
and waters of life tendering
the suppleness of your tentative heart
beating away beating back coupling hands
your wild child heart raised by wolves of neglect
your cornered scrap-fed heart pacing
chest-pounding
wanting the flow of the language
of the water of my soul
to pour resuscitation
reviving the whetstone of your heart
black wings beating the dust
black quills red ink-tipped scrawling letters
pressed into bottles
tossed into oceans of love
lapping waves forsaking you
to empty tables of dry sand set with empty vessels
awaiting the guest the vocalion the orpheus
whispering blades
an unrelenting poesis of love
a liberation force of words
cleaving briars and barbs
binding the rose of your heart
and denned within you sleep
lips parted awaiting awakenings

 

[AnonAndAnon]

Light as a breath of empty air
The God of Poetry to me did appear
And said: "Write a love poem!
I'm worried I don't have enough of 'em."
I mustered the courage to resist:
"I don't think such a thing can truly exist.
All love poems are written to brag and impress
And so, being about the writer, they're false.
A few may start with an image or phrase
That captures, perhaps, the true feeling,
But as they progress, they grow an internal logic,
Being about themselves, these're doubly false.
I am not gonna write false shit."
"I'll blast your tongue with silence
You'll never write another thing!
Write me a love poem or else!"

"Hey, are you listening?
I'm telling you about something funny
That happened today at the office."
We're sitting together, watching the fire.
While one of us cheerfully chats
The other thinks about the poetry challenge.
Our kids'd been over earlier,
It'd been a bit of an occasion.
We'd had dinner then built up the fire
And'd watched some Tevo'd television.
Now we sit and enjoy the peace,
Two logs still burn on the grate.
"You're falling asleep,
Let's go to bed, it's gotten late."
So I get up and close the glass,
In the morning there'll just be mingled ash.

 

[annaswirls]

*bump*

 

[oil_paint03]

Affirmed per curiam.


It took six years, seven months, and 23 days
To write our love song.
The only one you took your time to read
To parse
To correct
To appeal in a separate filing.

 

[annaswirls]

ouch damn

your timing on this poem is perfect

Affirmed per curiam.


It took six years, seven months, and 23 days
To write our love song.
The only one you took your time to read
To parse
To correct
To appeal in a separate filing.

 

[Tzara]

In Praise of μ
Idealized mechanics in a biological universe

She bounced off
my cock like a ping pong ball,

perfectly elastic and Newtonian,
conserving precious motion, but

however mechanically lawful,
not much fucking fun.



.

 

[loganforester]

I'd write you a love song but...



I'd have to pry
your frozen heart open
to recite these lines to you.

faint whispers,
deaf ears,
crestfallen warrior marches on.

day-by-day
frost creeps ever closer
soul numbing sadness.

years of happiness erased
undiagnosed silent killer
victorious.

Not even iron bars
are strong enough
to break through, anymore.

Yes I know it sucks.

 

[bogusagain]

um....
yes you are
shut up and write me a love song, bitch

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

some say you’re at your window
casting shadows on the wall
some say that you’re lost in space
some say you reached the moon

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

the earth spins on its axis
we are two points on a map
our bodies are in a constant motion
chasing but never touching

I’m stranded here in Berlin
rumour say that you're in Texas
the sky above us is the same
but our skies are always different

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

these words will fall to the floor
like leaves from autumn trees
to be trodden on by strangers
to be washed away in the rain

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

 

[MickNasty]

I told you I loved you
It was written in my songs
Gifts of glass castles and sand dollars
Whispers of devotion you never heard

So many songs my heart cried
So many days lost
So many times you passed me by
I’ll write you one more

Is it my fault young ears can’t hear
Or girlish eyes saw past me
Can you just once see me here
Aching to make your heart race

Hold my hand forty years ago
Smile for me once
Change my life forever more
One glance could have made us one

 

[annaswirls]

ooh it might not have been fun, but this sure was! I wish I could see her! A skinny little thing doing step aerobics on my TZed?

In Praise of μ
Idealized mechanics in a biological universe

She bounced off
my cock like a ping pong ball,

perfectly elastic and Newtonian,
conserving precious motion, but

however mechanically lawful,
not much fucking fun.



.

 

[Tzara]

ooh it might not have been fun, but this sure was! I wish I could see her! A skinny little thing doing step aerobics on my TZed?

Actually, no. I was thinking more of the air hockey table that gets used in Physics 101 to demonstrate Newtonian mechanics. How evanescent is the kiss of those theoretically rigid plastic discs.

Discs, you perverts.

Anyway, frictionless interaction. Click, bounce, et al.

I think we exist as species because of friction.

 

[annaswirls]

Actually, no. I was thinking more of the air hockey table that gets used in Physics 101 to demonstrate Newtonian mechanics. How evanescent is the kiss of those theoretically rigid plastic discs.

Discs, you perverts.

Anyway, frictionless interaction. Click, bounce, et al.

I think we exist as species because of friction.

wait. oh she bounced, like just once? I thought it was a repetitive bouncing action. I was visualizing hard fake boobs that did not bounce even though she was, um, you know. Hey, you put cock in a poem, of course the perverts are going to assume, well. you know.

 

[annaswirls]

pssst I am right here. same as it ever was

you never asked me to write you a love song
so I suppose it is okay to go ahead, start with
your hands.

Okay looks like I can't write you a love song. All
I can say is your hands, they are big, they are
strong, reduced to elementary adjectives my attention
deficiet brain fixates on your hands. They pull
me to a stop. Rein steady, my head high, motionless
your hands make me their lover. I cannot look you
in the eye.

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

some say you’re at your window
casting shadows on the wall
some say that you’re lost in space
some say you reached the moon

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

the earth spins on its axis
we are two points on a map
our bodies are in a constant motion
chasing but never touching

I’m stranded here in Berlin
rumour say that you're in Texas
the sky above us is the same
but our skies are always different

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

these words will fall to the floor
like leaves from autumn trees
to be trodden on by strangers
to be washed away in the rain

where are you now Jenny
did the years take their toll
did the price of freedom
take the child I'd come to know

 

[Tzara]

wait. oh she bounced, like just once? I thought it was a repetitive bouncing action. I was visualizing hard fake boobs that did not bounce even though she was, um, you know. Hey, you put cock in a poem, of course the perverts are going to assume, well. you know.

It was a stupid poem. I have too many unerotic (inerotic?) thoughts for this site, I think.

I dream of physics, how the slide
of that vector does not glide
quite frictionless, despite the lube.
I am here because of mu.​

Oh, yeah. Don't compose poems on the fly. You'll just embarrass yourself.

Sex poems based on physics don't much work, actually, 'cept maybe with science majors. Even then, it's iffy:

Me: Hey, that lecture on angular momentum was pretty hot, wasn't it?
Attractive Coed: What?​

In any case, Mitch Ryder wants to sing to you.

 

[annaswirls]

It was a stupid poem. I have too many unerotic (inerotic?) thoughts for this site, I think.

I dream of physics, how the slide
of that vector does not glide
quite frictionless, despite the lube.
I am here because of mu.​

Oh, yeah. Don't compose poems on the fly. You'll just embarrass yourself.

Sex poems based on physics don't much work, actually, 'cept maybe with science majors. Even then, it's iffy:

Me: Hey, that lecture on angular momentum was pretty hot, wasn't it?
Attractive Coed: What?​

In any case, Mitch Ryder wants to sing to you.

Hmm maybe it is because I was a science major. But the science talk did not work on me until much later.

Don't compose poems on the fly?
um.... okay

um....so what am I supposed to do now?

 

[The_Fool]

There was a moment in time
you could easily get a rise from me.

Get a rise from me.
That makes me smile,
albeit sadly, ruefully.
You see
I found you oh so desirable.
Needed little in the way of push
to sharpen my need
into a mindless passion.
But mindless passion also
yields to blinding anger
Which your subtle jabs
brought to the surface
more times
than I can be comfortable with.
So now I need to let you go.
No more words for me.

So Venus rising from the foam
gets draped darkly into shapelessness.

 

[Remec]

There was a moment in time
you could easily get a rise from me.

Get a rise from me.
That makes me smile,
albeit sadly, ruefully.
You see
I found you oh so desirable.
Needed little in the way of push
to sharpen my need
into a mindless passion.
But mindless passion also
yields to blinding anger
Which your subtle jabs
brought to the surface
more times
than I can be comfortable with.
So now I need to let you go.
No more words for me.

So Venus rising from the foam
gets draped darkly into shapelessness.

Does it bother anyone else that there's no Thumbs Up or Standing Ovation or Both Hands Snapping Thumbs in Appreciation smilies around here? *g* I mean, I really, like this...

 

[Tzara]

Don't compose poems on the fly?
um.... okay

um....so what am I supposed to do now?

I was (as per usual) simply talking to mine own self. You just carry on as usual, Ms. Brilliant Extempore Poet(ess). I would desire nothing less.

You blurt art. Unfortunately, I blurt something that rhymes with that.

 

[annaswirls]

Does it bother anyone else that there's no Thumbs Up or Standing Ovation or Both Hands Snapping Thumbs in Appreciation smilies around here? *g* I mean, I really, like this...

yes, it kind of bothers me. I try to stop in and give encouragement when I can.

Thank you for stepping up and showing support of your fellow poet

I wish there were a hand clapping smilie!

here is one for you

 

[annaswirls]

I was (as per usual) simply talking to mine own self. You just carry on as usual, Ms. Brilliant Extempore Poet(ess). I would desire nothing less.

You blurt art. Unfortunately, I blurt something that rhymes with that.

you are too sweet. My brilliance is peanut butter blurred. My sticky diamond in the drawer of my jewelry box