The New Poems List

[_Land]

I absolutley Love it perky, it tickles my fancy

Lucky
by WickedEve ©
~

She bends over,
cotton blue slides up.
Rising hem reveals his enthusiasm:
wet thighs, ripped panties.

She hands him a found penny for luck,
but it's too late for that.


Plucky
by perky_baby
~

She bends over
Downy white thrusts up
Racey ruffles reveal his spirit
duck thighs, wet feathers.

She gives him a quill to pluck
but it's too late for that.

 

[Star At Sunrise]

Parody

Oooh, Land, you're treading on dangerous ground! I decided to write savage parodies of everyones 9-11 poems! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Just kidding, I wouldn't touch that with a ten syllable word.

But you asked for it...

EMPTY MEMORIES By _Land ©

I rummage through my closet
Meaningful conversation lost
Nothing left of value
Why? I paid the cost

Time pulled from my wallet
Useless wrinkled bills
My credit cards maxed
My closet stuffed, spills

Memories collected
Piled up in haste
Tattered and torn
Nothing here, waste

Wedding pictures
Bridal rings
Unmentionables
All useless things

Nothing in here
Stored for me
My emotions closet
Now lays empty

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

FULL MAMMARIES By I_©_Land!

I rummage through the buffet
Meaningful conversational host
Nothing left to eat
Why? I burnt the toast

I pulled on my valet
Useless wrinkled Bill
His headphone volumes maxed
Listening to Stephen Stills

Mammaries collected
Magazines piled up in haste
Sticky, tattered and torn
And cartoons in bad taste

Dirty pictures
Cockal rings
Unmentionables
All useful things

Nothing left in my balls
Stored for me
My porno closet
Now I have to pee

 

[_Land]

Re: Parody

I love it Star, its very funny........I thought this might break up the monontony a little. Not to mention get some participation as well, although for the most part its wonderful. wait till you see mine

Oooh, Land, you're treading on dangerous ground! I decided to write savage parodies of everyones 9-11 poems! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Just kidding, I wouldn't touch that with a ten syllable word.

But you asked for it...

EMPTY MEMORIES By _Land ©

I rummage through my closet
Meaningful conversation lost
Nothing left of value
Why? I paid the cost

Time pulled from my wallet
Useless wrinkled bills
My credit cards maxed
My closet stuffed, spills

Memories collected
Piled up in haste
Tattered and torn
Nothing here, waste

Wedding pictures
Bridal rings
Unmentionables
All useless things

Nothing in here
Stored for me
My emotions closet
Now lays empty

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

FULL MAMMARIES By I_©_Land!

I rummage through the buffet
Meaningful conversational host
Nothing left to eat
Why? I burnt the toast

I pulled on my valet
Useless wrinkled Bill
His headphone volumes maxed
Listening to Stephen Stills

Mammaries collected
Magazines piled up in haste
Sticky, tattered and torn
And cartoons in bad taste

Dirty pictures
Cockal rings
Unmentionables
All useful things

Nothing left in my balls
Stored for me
My porno closet
Now I have to pee

 

[_Land]

Floped on the floor
by WickedEve ©


He sucked, fucked
rolling under his bed
over the cat, screaming -
frightened that his lips and hips
would leave him embedded in
The plastic love doll.

If his wife found out,
would his doll be sold?
Would the new owners
pull out his butt plugs
or what, it was once a Doll
of many opportunities

A hot water filled mouth
a tight little anus
and vibrating pussy
she can do 69
although it jiggles his teeth

He would never know the answers,
but he did find his missing dildo

 

[WickedEve]

Lucky
by WickedEve ©
~

She bends over,
cotton blue slides up.
Rising hem reveals his enthusiasm:
wet thighs, ripped panties.

She hands him a found penny for luck,
but it's too late for that.


Plucky
by perky_baby
~

She bends over
Downy white thrusts up
Racey ruffles reveal his spirit
duck thighs, wet feathers.

She gives him a quill to pluck
but it's too late for that.

Poetry Bitch, when you see stuff like wet thighs and ripped panties in a poem, then you just don't mess with it! You made ha ha with my masterpiece. I will now go away and sulk... and step on a duck.

 

[WickedEve]

Floped on the floor
by WickedEve ©


He sucked, fucked
rolling under his bed
over the cat, screaming -
frightened that his lips and hips
would leave him embedded in
The plastic love doll.

If his wife found out,
would his doll be sold?
Would the new owners
pull out his butt plugs
or what, it was once a Doll
of many opportunities

A hot water filled mouth
a tight little anus
and vibrating pussy
she can do 69
although it jiggles his teeth

He would never know the answers,
but he did find his missing dildo

If this hadn't made me laugh so much, I'd be spanking your ass now for toying with my poetry! Now go sit on a butt plug! (not mine, though)

 

[TheDR4KE]

Wonderlust
by _Land ©

I see the the wonderlust in your eyes
You long to roam, travel my body
Staking claim wherever your hands touch
Columbus would be ashamed
In comparison to the excitement
of your discovery!



Parody by TheDR4KE

Wanderlust

I see the wanderlust in your thighs
you long to roam, travel in body
staking tents wherever your feet touch
Hercules would be ashamed
in comparison to the development
of your calves!

 

[Angeline]

Parody (with apologies to my pal Star)

Three Short Poems by Star at Sunrise

A LIE GUARDED

I have washed myself
I make no excuses

THE BEATLES

"All the lonely people,
where do they all belong?"
Thirty years later
Still no answer

LIVING

Sometimes we can live a thousand years
In a single day
And still life is not long enough

____________________________________

Three Short Stupid Poems by Angeline

A Life Guard

I’m awash in ogling
There’s no excuse for it

The Rolling Stones

“Please allow me to
Introduce myself.”
Thirty years later
Enough already

Living Death

Sometimes we can live a thousand years
In a single hour
And still my mother is talking

 

[Guest]

LIVING

Sometimes we can live a thousand years
In a single day
And still life is not long enough

Hahahahaha. Oh man, do I know where you're coming from!. LIVING DEATH, more like.

Truly classic, Ange.

k-dog

 

[Angeline]

Thanks K-dog

I had inspiration. I got off the phone with my mommy muse right before I wrote it.

 

[_Land]

Thanks Ya'all

I appreciate ya'all for participating, that had to be the most fun I've had on the new poems thread yet.......... Feel the luv WE we were inspired by your wonderful poetry Its funny to look at what other people think about when they read your poetry.



Hope you guys enjoyed that as much as I did, OHHHHH Eve can i borrow rowdy ted?





anywhoooo on with todays new poems




florida joggers
by Senna Jawa ©


"and so we run en masse
on the Peripheral Road
between the stomach and the ass"


And why is this non-erotic LOL Your humor comes out really clear in this one SJ nice art.




I love you
by DarkDreams ©

I had to read this twice too get over the mushy title, but once i re-read it then read the title It was excellent......A great view






Lie With Me
by sheath ©

Great use of language.





Virgin Olive Oil
by Rybka ©
Does this mean popeye never did the nasty? And she spurned Bluto too?






Ya all have a great day

 

[Star At Sunrise]

lol

Wow! Thanks Ang! That was great! I didn't expect to be zinged like that!

Woo hoo, that was great. Thanks for the fun _land

(Shakes fist angrily) Why, you're making fun of my poetry! Why I oughta...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

HOMER SIMPSON: Hey! That joke was at my expense! (Gasps) What kind of roast is this?!

 

[perks]

had to include this in today's list

being noticed by smithpeter

it was against a cloud curtain
upon nimbus carpets

 

[smithpeter]

Thank you, perky

I'm getting in the mood for Halloweenies.
How about you?

being noticed

 

[_Land]

Good Morning Friends

For todays new poems I thought I would again do something slightly different.


I have been thinking about Interpretation, and how someone reading, can picture something completely different from what the author intended. So for todays New poems I thought it would be interesting to do an interpretive reading of one new poem.


So if you all are willing Pick one Poem from todays new class of verse, and post it with the interpretation you have or the mental images it created for you. Then others can comment on what they might have seen differently.

Oh, you might want to pick a poem out that has room for interpretation for this lil bit of trivia.


and just in case ya all forgot where to find them new poems heres the linkage


Oh pick me, ME, ME, ohhhh Pick Me

 

[_Land]

My Miracle


My Miracle
by littlekateyes ©


My world full, of uncertainty. (I see a bird pushed out of its nest
What could I give? / having to face the harshness of the
What did I have? / world on its own)

All I had was my heart. ( Courage )

Each day passed. ( Gaining strenght from struggles
Erasing doubt, / faced, and conquered, learning. )
beyond reason,
Forgotten, doubt unwanted.

A new path I would lead, ( making a decision,overcoming
Scared, where it would go. / fear)

Time grew closer,
leaving no uncertainty. ( Realization that the decision
The fear that I held, /was right)
already subsided.

No turning back,
No regrets, (I cant say it any plainer No Regrets)
to find what I required.
My destiny charted.


Many had no faith.
I determined success, ( having faith in oneself even when
you, the greatest gift. / others doubted)

Morning came with promise and dread.
You were born at dawn,
pre-mature, miracle of spirit. ( Finally reaching the destination)


My strength knew no bounds.
I relinquished my fears.
Gave up the unknowing, (looking back at the journey)
with hindsight for each new day.

You are Strong as the sea.
Brown eyes shinning up at me. ( The beauty of the new horizon)
Pain erased, adventure’s to be seen.

4 years of delight

Turning over my hands,
I hold them up to the sky. ( greatfullness and joy, for
And thank God for each new day, / the new life found)
which has passed us by.



lilkat, this is by far your best submission yet.......thank you for sharing it with us. I hope my small break down is not offensive. I love the poem. I truely appreciate you being a member of this small community. With care _Land

 

[karmadog]

_Land, you rock. You are doing some imaginative and great stuff with this thread. I'm going to make an ass out of myself with this poem by Senna Jawa. I rarely know what the hell he's talking about, but here goes. I just hope he sticks around to tell me how wrong I am.

Hear! No Words!

two lips tight like lovers
seal the chamber inside which
the song bounces and splits
into hundreds of echoes

kisses of no lover
will open Sesami--the pigeons
will vanish in distant fog

First, cutting and pasting made the poem come out wrong (actually, it turned out right, more or less). the words are right, but the form is wrong. I'd fix it, but then I'm thinking about what he's saying so I won't.

In English, 'Sesami' should probably be 'Sesame'. Well, the two lips sealed we can take literally as a closed mouth. So the song that is apparently unsung in the shut mouth becomes many more things. I believe that he is saying that the less you say verbally, the more you say figuratively. 'bounces and splits into hundreds of echoes'. This seems obvious. SJ is a minimalist poet.

'kisses of no lover' is an interesting line because if there is no lover, there can be no kisses. Is he saying that wisdom is found in celibacy? Could be. With the Arabian nights open sesame line, he seems to be saying that treasures will be revealed from the non-existant lover's kisses.
I have to admit that I am losing my referance points with the pigeon line. To me a pigeon is an urban vermin, but what is the 'distant fog'? Does the pigeon represent confusion? Does the 'distant fog' become the difficulties inherent in human relationships? I don't know.

It would seem that I am wimping out and refusing to take a stand. No, it doesn't seem that way, I am.

OK, I say that the pigeons are confusion, and the distant fog is an illusion. For most people, 'distant' fog does not exist. Fog has meaning only for those inside it, or descending into it, so he is saying that celibacy, or perhaps simply distance, from sexual relationships teaches clarity.

 

[_Land]

Bravo K-dog.....This is what i was hoping for, i didnt see that at all in that poem...... WOW....It will be interesting to see what SJ has to say about it. Not with standing I will give my oppinion briefly in what I saw.


First I saw the lips as a closed heart (biblical reference to out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks)

The Chamber being the soul,
and the songs refering to the locked potential being silenced

I saw the kisses of no lover as the lack of a key

The pigeons vanishing in distant fog, I felt was a reference to
disapearing hope........ We are probably both way off K-dog heheheh
Hear! No Words!

two lips tight like lovers
seal the chamber inside which
the song bounces and splits
into hundreds of echoes

kisses of no lover
will open Sesami--the pigeons
will vanish in distant fog

_Land, you rock. You are doing some imaginative and great stuff with this thread. I'm going to make an ass out of myself with this poem by Senna Jawa. I rarely know what the hell he's talking about, but here goes. I just hope he sticks around to tell me how wrong I am.

Hear! No Words!

two lips tight like lovers
seal the chamber inside which
the song bounces and splits
into hundreds of echoes

kisses of no lover
will open Sesami--the pigeons
will vanish in distant fog

First, cutting and pasting made the poem come out wrong (actually, it turned out right, more or less). the words are right, but the form is wrong. I'd fix it, but then I'm thinking about what he's saying so I won't.

In English, 'Sesami' should probably be 'Sesame'. Well, the two lips sealed we can take literally as a closed mouth. So the song that is apparently unsung in the shut mouth becomes many more things. I believe that he is saying that the less you say verbally, the more you say figuratively. 'bounces and splits into hundreds of echoes'. This seems obvious. SJ is a minimalist poet.

'kisses of no lover' is an interesting line because if there is no lover, there can be no kisses. Is he saying that wisdom is found in celibacy? Could be. With the Arabian nights open sesame line, he seems to be saying that treasures will be revealed from the non-existant lover's kisses.
I have to admit that I am losing my referance points with the pigeon line. To me a pigeon is an urban vermin, but what is the 'distant fog'? Does the pigeon represent confusion? Does the 'distant fog' become the difficulties inherent in human relationships? I don't know.

It would seem that I am wimping out and refusing to take a stand. No, it doesn't seem that way, I am.

OK, I say that the pigeons are confusion, and the distant fog is an illusion. For most people, 'distant' fog does not exist. Fog has meaning only for those inside it, or descending into it, so he is saying that celibacy, or perhaps simply distance, from sexual relationships teaches clarity.

 

[Rybka]

Senna's Poem

two lips tight like lovers
seal the chamber inside which
the song bounces and splits
into hundreds of echoes

kisses of no lover
will open Sesami--the pigeons
will vanish in distant fog

S.J. almost always tells us to "just read the poem", claiming that his work is open and not difficult. With this in mind I see a church or cathedral with the big front doors shut and the choir or organ playing inside. When the doors open (after service? at the whim of God?) the noise will startle the pigeons in th church square and they will rise in a rush, sounding like applause and vanish into the morning mist. - Too simple. . . or too complex?

Senna Jawa's longer poem, the cities of the city , posted today is very open. It is almost a journal entry of a consulting trip to Texas. It tells a lot about S.J. that he has not so openly shared before. If you want to know more about the real man; then do a web search on his real name.

Regards,                 Rybka

P.S. I too hope Senna Jawa continues to frequent this board. Like some have mentioned he is at first an irritant rather than a teacher. "He does not suffer fools gladly! Rather, the converse."
S.J. is an acquired taste, but so is caviar.
Remember that a rabble rouser must have rabble to work with.

 

[littlekateyes]

Re: My Miracle

lilkat, this is by far your best submission yet.......thank you for sharing it with us. I hope my small break down is not offensive. I love the poem. I truely appreciate you being a member of this small community. With care _Land [/B][/QUOTE]



Thank you _land. Was not excepting that. I think your break down was great. I love this community, it is a great way to let go of feelings. When I get this whole poem thing down I will join in on the break down of poems. Thank you again for the mention of my poem.

 

[_Land]

Re: Re: My Miracle

Your welcome lil Kat.....we like new faces, and btw congrats on your avatar _Land


Thank you _land. Was not excepting that. I think your break down was great. I love this community, it is a great way to let go of feelings. When I get this whole poem thing down I will join in on the break down of poems. Thank you again for the mention of my poem. [/B][/QUOTE]

 

[Senna Jawa]

_Land, you rock. You are doing some imaginative and great stuff with this thread.

_Land is a consecutive participant, who keeps this forum going. You, Karma, are among them, and when I first came here in May, there was Judo, then WickedEve, and others.

Now let me make a note about starting a thread about the meaning of the meaning of a poem and about Eliot's statement that a poem does not have to mean anything.

[...] I just hope he sticks around [...].

I don't know what will happen. I am still waiting for Laurel's apology.

Hear! No Words!


                two lips tight like lovers
                seal the chamber inside which
                the song bounces and splits
                into hundreds of echoes

                kisses of no lover
                will open Sesami--the pigeons
                will vanish in distant fog



[...]In English, 'Sesami' should probably be 'Sesame'.

Yes, thank you, KarmaDog. I hope that the Arabian Nights story about Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, and their Sesame cave is still well known.

Well, the two lips sealed we can take literally as a closed mouth.

Yes, of course.

So the song that is apparently unsung in the shut mouth becomes many more things.

Here you slightly deviate from the text. It is like when you see the image and you process it before telling others what you see. It is subtle. The text says that the song does exist, because it "bounces and splits". When you say "unsung" then technically you are correct, but poetically you are depraving us of the image of the song doing all this interesting things inside. Here we touch upon another topic in writing, poetry and communication: negation.

I believe that he is saying that the less you say verbally, the more you say figuratively. 'bounces and splits into hundreds of echoes'. This seems obvious. SJ is a minimalist poet.

Now you are going into an interpretation. All interpretations by you, _Land and Rybka, are interesting. I am glad that mytext allows for some nice things happening to a reader's mind.

Indeed, when instead of talking (which slows thinking down) we work inside our head than often we can accomplish moore, we can see more.

The only problem with this part of your, KD, interpretation is that it neglects the "lover" occurences in the text. It's still not too bad, it is a good reflection, a good association.

'kisses of no lover' is an interesting line because if there is no lover, there can be no kisses. Is he saying that wisdom is found in celibacy? Could be. With the Arabian nights open sesame line, he seems to be saying that treasures will be revealed from the non-existant lover's kisses.

Isn't it true that the phrase:

        kisses of no lover
        will open Sesami [...]

means only one of the two things in English:

• there is no lover to kiss those sealed lips;
• lovers may kiss those lips all they want but that will not open them.

Thus we get two distinct, but not distinct in an important way, interpretations -- one can say that the two together actually form one more general interpretation, encompasing both of the more special ones. As I see this poem the subject of the poem is by herself/himself, is not sharing her/his "song" with others. S/he is not sharing either because there is no one to share with or because s/he choses so. There is a feel of loss (vanishing pigeons--in straight English one would say "to bad" or "that's a pity"). Thus to me this poem is about lack of communication. That's all. There is no jugdement, there is no pointing to the "guilty party". If you enjoy this poem just for it's mood and images that's already a lot.

I have to admit that I am losing my referance points with the pigeon line. To me a pigeon is an urban vermin, but what is the 'distant fog'? Does the pigeon represent confusion? Does the 'distant fog' become the difficulties inherent in human relationships? I don't know.

There is no necessity to exactly identify what "distant fog" may be. Certainly it can be time. Then "pigeons" can be "memories". You may also think about postal pigeons-messangers (homing pigeon?).

The poem is to me about lack of communication, especially between lovers (and in general). It is also about loneliness.
It may be even mainly about loneliness.

We see that this poem is quite open to different interpretations, while its mood is the common denominator.

.OK, I say that the pigeons are confusion, and the distant fog is an illusion. For most people, 'distant' fog does not exist. Fog has meaning only for those inside it, or descending into it, so he is saying that celibacy, or perhaps simply distance, from sexual relationships teaches clarity.

Thus for those (like those pigeons), who are inside that distant fog that distant fog does exist as fog. Also, the vapor above distant grass is considered to be fog, not a cloud.

I understand that this is Literotica, hence you had to have celibacy and sex somewhere Seriously, the celibacy interpretation is interesting (it didn't occur to me because to me this poem is erotic, sensual). It is a valid interpretation.

Regards,

 

[Rybka]

Senna Jawa wrote:

Isn't it true that the phrase:

kisses of no lover
will open Sesami [...]

means only one of the two things in English:



. there is no lover to kiss those sealed lips;

. lovers may kiss those lips all they want but that will not open them.

How about: there is no earthly/mortal lover to kiss those lips:
And also: kisses of such a non-mortal will open them.

Regards,                 Rybka

 

[_Land]

Im glad you responded SJ, this was a particularly fun day on the new poems thread.......Interpretation, is what poetry is about.
The writers interpretation of what he see's and the readers. I can honestly see all of the interpretations. K-dog interpreted it knowing it was you who wrote it....... my interpretation came from the images it created as i read it.....and of course your interpretation comes from the knowlege of what you wrote.


I think the interpretation idea does need its own thread. I think between SJ"s Poems and SPs poem we could spend days discussing what we see. My only regret is that more people didnt participate in this. Thanks for participating K-dog, Rybka, SJ.

My hope was to get people to do more then just see their name on the board. We as "poets" can do a lot to help each other.



SJ, I appreciate you giving us the opportunity to work with the imagery you created. It was a lot of fun. Would love to see you do an interpretation sometime.

Best Wishes _Land

_Land is a consecutive participant, who keeps this forum going. You, Karma, are among them, and when I first came here in May, there was Judo, then WickedEve, and others.

Now let me make a note about starting a thread about the meaning of the meaning of a poem and about Eliot's statement that a poem does not have to mean anything.
I don't know what will happen. I am still waiting for Laurel's apology.Yes, thank you, KarmaDog. I hope that the Arabian Nights story about Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, and their Sesame cave is still well known.Yes, of course.Here you slightly deviate from the text. It is like when you see the image and you process it before telling others what you see. It is subtle. The text says that the song does exist, because it "bounces and splits". When you say "unsung" then technically you are correct, but poetically you are depraving us of the image of the song doing all this interesting things inside. Here we touch upon another topic in writing, poetry and communication: negation.Now you are going into an interpretation. All interpretations by you, _Land and Rybka, are interesting. I am glad that mytext allows for some nice things happening to a reader's mind.

Indeed, when instead of talking (which slows thinking down) we work inside our head than often we can accomplish moore, we can see more.

The only problem with this part of your, KD, interpretation is that it neglects the "lover" occurences in the text. It's still not too bad, it is a good reflection, a good association.

Isn't it true that the phrase:

        kisses of no lover
        will open Sesami [...]

means only one of the two things in English:

• there is no lover to kiss those sealed lips;
• lovers may kiss those lips all they want but that will not open them.

Thus we get two distinct, but not distinct in an important way, interpretations -- one can say that the two together actually form one more general interpretation, encompasing both of the more special ones. As I see this poem the subject of the poem is by herself/himself, is not sharing her/his "song" with others. S/he is not sharing either because there is no one to share with or because s/he choses so. There is a feel of loss (vanishing pigeons--in straight English one would say "to bad" or "that's a pity"). Thus to me this poem is about lack of communication. That's all. There is no jugdement, there is no pointing to the "guilty party". If you enjoy this poem just for it's mood and images that's already a lot.There is no necessity to exactly identify what "distant fog" may be. Certainly it can be time. Then "pigeons" can be "memories". You may also think about postal pigeons-messangers (homing pigeon?).

The poem is to me about lack of communication, especially between lovers (and in general). It is also about loneliness.
It may be even mainly about loneliness.

We see that this poem is quite open to different interpretations, while its mood is the common denominator.

Thus for those (like those pigeons), who are inside that distant fog that distant fog does exist as fog. Also, the vapor above distant grass is considered to be fog, not a cloud.

I understand that this is Literotica, hence you had to have celibacy and sex somewhere Seriously, the celibacy interpretation is interesting (it didn't occur to me because to me this poem is erotic, sensual). It is a valid interpretation.

Regards,

 

[_Land]

Todays New poets

Today instead of listing the new poems from the last few days I am going to introduce some of the new poets.....Well new to me anyway. I just want to say welcome to the lit poetry board to all the new poets.

I would encourage you all to send an invite to a poet, to join our community this week, There are several new poets out there and perhaps some of them will join us in our delusional romance.



So that said, I will post a listing of some of the new poets, and invite you to read some of their poetry. Then post something you liked about the poet or their poem in this thread.

Thanks for humoring me in this thread



Man Ray

MR has posted several new poems as of late, take a look and see what ya think.......





Mizz_Erotica
Welcumm to the lit poetry board! Hope you linger longer here and write some more steamy stuff!




Suzi
Im so happy you joined us in the poetry forum, You have some great poetry............Hope you enjoy playing with us!
Suzi is not new to lit, but she has just recently started submitting some of her poetry. I think its pretty good too


aswpc he has some very interesting poems, let me know what ya think.



babylovesman

Mississippi poet on love




YellowRose


Does he have thorns? or just horns?




silken_mystery
I dont believe Silken mystery is new, but she has some great BDSM Poetry, check it out.





Chicago Bob

Say hi to Chicago Bob, he isnt new to lit, but has posted a couple poems as of late.




wespeak

I really like the poem avoiding stones, give it a read




evlavatar


an aspiring poet, give him some feedback, and invite him to participate.



I think thats enough for today, if you see one you want to include, please feel free to do so... This forum keeps me coming back because of participation, well that an SP is soooo sexy HAHAHAHA j/k sp, but i do enjoy the community we share. Do invite new poets to the board, we are a diverse group. More poets, will be good for us all. Even SJ