Let's Hear It For The Poets

[Lyricalli]

Love In The Time Of Covid-19

How did I not respond to this when I was here last time? Everything about this is just beautiful.

I apologize for low volume, very much a newbie.

Acid Reflux

I really enjoyed listening to you read this. I hope you'll consider recording again sometime.

 

[Piscator]

Looking

Looking for a line that’s never been taken
Looking for a story that’s never been told
Looking for some coffee for my lover to awaken
Looking for a passion that will never grow old

Looking for that neverland where all is forgiven
Looking for a soulmate but will settle for a smile
Looking for that time before our ties were riven
Looking for forever but will settle for a while

Looking for some blue sky through clouds of grey
Looking for some potion to make me immune
Looking for an instrument on which I might play
Looking for some notes to make this rhyme a tune

Looking for that neverland where all is forgiven
Looking for a soulmate but will settle for a smile
Looking for that time before our ties were riven
Looking for forever but will settle for a while

Looking for a future where there ai’nt no killing
Looking for a people who know right from wrong
Looking for a planet on the right side of chilling
Looking for the time when we come together strong

Looking for that neverland where all is forgiven
Looking for a soulmate but will settle for a smile
Looking for that time before our ties were riven
Looking for forever but will settle for a while

 

[todski28]

Looking

Looking for a line that’s never been taken
Looking for a story that’s never been told
Looking for some coffee for my lover to awaken
Looking for a passion that will never grow old

Looking for that neverland where all is forgiven
Looking for a soulmate but will settle for a smile
Looking for that time before our ties were riven
Looking for forever but will settle for a while

Looking for some blue sky through clouds of grey
Looking for some potion to make me immune
Looking for an instrument on which I might play
Looking for some notes to make this rhyme a tune

Looking for that neverland where all is forgiven
Looking for a soulmate but will settle for a smile
Looking for that time before our ties were riven
Looking for forever but will settle for a while

Looking for a future where there ai’nt no killing
Looking for a people who know right from wrong
Looking for a planet on the right side of chilling
Looking for the time when we come together strong

Looking for that neverland where all is forgiven
Looking for a soulmate but will settle for a smile
Looking for that time before our ties were riven
Looking for forever but will settle for a while

Much better reading this time clear and well paced reading piscator, what form poem is this? The repeats and rhythm when you read through played hypnotically and your voice is resonant and bassy it’s a better piece spoken than when I read it originally thanks for the read

 

[todski28]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/id-burn-it-all-to-the-ground

I'd Burn It All To The Ground For A Night With You...

I feel a sin coming on
a lipstick stained glass
shattered on the floor
an evening full of curves that you need to cling to the
Jesus bar to get around
sweet temptation burns with
the discordant notes of a guitar strung
tight
I can see it written in invisible ink
a swirl of calligraphy that has my name
swooped in the buzz of champagne-night
every wrong that tasted so right on my tongue
there's a flavour I can only blame on you
it's trickled from the tipple of
tequila in my glass
it's gentle bead runs down my chin

the lights fade to black
I pray to God to hold me back
but the smoky flavour always brings me
a dull ache
a tremor
a pulse racer

you
and the way you burn all the way down
in this one stop sordid night
I feel a sin coming on
virtue slipping the way your halo did
I try to remember who led who on
and find in my mind it was a mutual decision
to grab each other
and plough headlong off this fucking cliff

brick dust under my finger nails
as we slam into the wall
your teeth sharp
sliding through my resolve
the way your panties tore beneath my fingers

all I wanted was a couple drinks
now the room is scattered in glass and sin
you shattered me
in soft collisions and
whispered entreaties
that turned into full throated screams
you gripped me with passion
alight in my groin and you stay with me
a permanent scar

I need another drink

 

[Lyricalli]

Looking

Ask and ye shall receive, I see. Or perhaps just a coincidence. Either way, I'm sorry I didn't check back here sooner. This is a lovely read, and I like the cadence of your reading. It just lets you float along with it while listening. Glad you posted this one.

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/id-burn-it-all-to-the-ground

I'd Burn It All To The Ground For A Night With You

This one was just begging to be read, inspired from a song the way it is. Damn fine poem, and one of your best readings, I think.

 

[Piscator]

re: Looking

Much better reading this time clear and well paced reading piscator, what form poem is this? The repeats and rhythm when you read through played hypnotically and your voice is resonant and bassy it’s a better piece spoken than when I read it originally thanks for the read

Thanks Tod, practice helps, as does reading the Audacity "Quick Help" and "Manual" and learning how to adjust recording volume.

Basically, it's a quatrain with alternate rhyming lines and a repeated second verse (refrain). Another way of maintaining flow without coming up with new words.

Ask and ye shall receive, I see. Or perhaps just a coincidence. Either way, I'm sorry I didn't check back here sooner. This is a lovely read, and I like the cadence of your reading. It just lets you float along with it while listening. Glad you posted this one.

Thanks calli, good to see you're visiting here from time to time. It ebbs and flows but there's always a current under it all.

 

[champagne1982]

Me reading Todski's Bull's Eye


Bull's Eye by todski28

drunk alone through the eye of a straw
swallowed it's piquant burn
taste fire and brimstone
as ash drops from the glowing white coil
of breakfast
whiskey-laced coffee and nicotine

admit that you want to confess your addictions
but the mouth won't move
a walking billboard sign
through the betrayal of neurons
the stutter twitch

the tick

the tick

the tick

that tocks to it's off set gyroscope rhythm
a cadence that unsettles the heart beat
rhythm
and theres a rhythm to the repeats
repeated
in their insane spiral

and how do we know how we would deal with you and your
schemes predicated to the end of rambled words
that draw slick as a gunslinger
aiming with eyes closed
at moving targets

all the hallmark greetings in the world
don't give enough to stop

the tick

the tick

the tick

that tocks.

(appended by me)

 

[todski28]

Me reading Todski's Bull's Eye


Bull's Eye by todski28

drunk alone through the eye of a straw
swallowed it's piquant burn
taste fire and brimstone
as ash drops from the glowing white coil
of breakfast
whiskey-laced coffee and nicotine

admit that you want to confess your addictions
but the mouth won't move
a walking billboard sign
through the betrayal of neurons
the stutter twitch

the tick

the tick

the tick

that tocks to it's off set gyroscope rhythm
a cadence that unsettles the heart beat
rhythm
and theres a rhythm to the repeats
repeated
in their insane spiral

and how do we know how we would deal with you and your
schemes predicated to the end of rambled words
that draw slick as a gunslinger
aiming with eyes closed
at moving targets

all the hallmark greetings in the world
don't give enough to stop

the tick

the tick

the tick

that tocks.

(appended by me)

To be honest read out loud in your interpretation, it has more going for it than I gave it credit for, so much so, I forgot I wrote it....

Thanks for this it was a great little listen!

 

[todski28]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/whiskey-fixes-everythin

Whiskey Fixes Everythin

Bar doors crack open
the way stale beer nuts crunch
beneath your teeth
as if dreams had fled
their unwholesome drinking buddies
and melted to the seals trying to escape

a fluro light flickers
the static buzz
the way your brain wires after
the first couple
where senses dial themselves to 11
and whiskey feels like your soul
glowing warm in the centre of your chest
just to the right of your heart

the grime and grit
go down like a cheap prostitute
one that swallows for the right dollar
tells you
she loves you with
the dead eyes of a shark
her hand on your wallet

yeah, this is where you drink
to bury the thousand miles
of sadness that scatter your past
as you killed of every ounce of potential
on the way to nihilism

marched it up hill toward
a machine gun nest
in its underwear
expecting nothing to survive
but
whiskey does
he walks up that hill
in his slow trudging way
you pray he takes one to the head
but
he always fucking makes it
so you raise a round to him

and it’s 11:15 am
A quarter of a way
between half way to no when
I sidle up and order the cheapest beer
trying to warm
my bones
fill my belly with the melancholy
only barfly's understand

barmaid pulls the tap
and amber gold
wets the glass in a cascade of foam
ambrosia
man I can convince myself
of some poetic shit when the shakes
start up

I notice her staring at the
fake wood veneer
the type you can wipe forever
but the tacky surface never lifts
as if it’s feeding on the subtle
ache of memories gone freight train

there is sadness in her
that catches my breath
in all the beauty of my own madness
she echoes a resonance
of
seen too much
felt too much
beaten despair with the fractured sense
of her own self loathing
trying to drown everything
in the distorted lens
that concaves the bottom of a glass
she is not classically beautiful
but she is my kind of beautiful

the broken haunted kind
where she wares the hurt of forever
as a shroud to protect the last remnants
of her gorgeous dreams
the ones she whispered to her lover
before he devoured her senses and left
her shell shocked
enough to drink the dregs of life
from the bitterness of an ashtray
the smoke around her
she looks like a deity
promising salvation

I could love her
till she destroyed me
but I’m damned enough
so I order
my whiskey
hug it from the inside
dream of picket fences
on fire
turn my back to the tears
to her humanity
and try to swallow my own

 

[Lyricalli]

Me reading Todski's Bull's Eye

Absolutely love what you did with this. The changes in rhythm, particularly in the section that was about rhythm, brought this to life in a way I wouldn't have even imagined reading it. The bit you added as a repeat at the end was a perfect end, I think. Todski's right, the way you read this elevated it off the page and made it more than it appeared to be.

 

[Lyricalli]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/whiskey-fixes-everythin

Whiskey Fixes Everythin

You did pretty good, too. Another solid read.

 

[Piscator]

The Dark Side

Sorry, but there ain't no
John William's sound tract
light sabres flashing
kick ass Storm Troopers
or Death Star looming.

Not like that at all,
just the feeling
nothing matters
and if it did
I don't have
the energy
anyhow.

Dark cloud descending,
sucking up my light,
leaving a vacuum
to steal my
oxygen.

Resistance futile
and I don't
resist.

But with
the sound of
and the touch of
my loved ones a glint
escapes the event horizon
of the black hole of my mind.

Black turns
to grey and is
enough for today.

 

[Piscator]

Finding by Inner C&W 1

Southside of Tomorrow

We’ll meet one last time tomorrow
to sign upon that dotted line
and what God once joined together
will be forever unentwined.

It’s the south side of tomorrow
no more friction, no more strife
break apart to come together
time to start a brand new life.

Still I think about our first year
when all our eggs were sun side up
and your morning smile made it clear
we more that filled our loving cup

It’s the south side of tomorrow
no more friction, no more strife
break apart to come together
time to start a brand new life.

Though the papers say no fault dear
we both know that’s not quite true
each affairs would end with makeup tears
but we had new dreams to pursue.

It’s the south side of tomorrow
no more friction, no more strife
break apart to come together
time to start a brand new life.

We’ll meet one last time tomorrow
to sign upon that dotted line
and what God once joined together
will be forever unentwined.

 

[Tzara]

This is me reading todski's "Intoxicating Aroma." The source text is here.

Thanks to todski for letting me try reading one of his poems. It was fun.

 

[champagne1982]

This is me reading todski's "Intoxicating Aroma." The source text is here.

Thanks to todski for letting me try reading one of his poems. It was fun.

That was incredible! Did you intend to make your listener squirm?

You did though, regardless of intent. Thank you!

 

[Lyricalli]

This is me reading todski's "Intoxicating Aroma." The source text is here.

Thanks to todski for letting me try reading one of his poems. It was fun.

This was fun to listen to. Definitely different from the way Todd would read it, which is part of what makes it so interesting. He definitely gave you something wildly sexual to read, and you brought your own style of sexy to it. Glad you suggested this.

 

[todski28]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/three-dreams-about-sex/s-tqdbGIKQDt1

Three Dreams About Sex, by Tzara

1.
I lie on my back and look up
into the envelope of dark, where
your body appears like an inverted sea.

My eyes trace the gentle swell
of belly, of thigh, the tight
ripple where the bare crease of labia
meet between your legs.
I wish only to cast
my lips and tongue
over that still pacific surface

so I may settle in before the storm.


2.
You are not you in this dream.

You are a tiny woman in a thin white shift
that rides high over your hips.
We have only spoken once
at a great distance, yet
you offer your breasts to me
with both hands.

There is no need for talk
and this woman does not speak, although
my ears are pressed and pierced
by her animal sound.

You are not you in this dream,
yet is this you.


3.
There is
no third dream, just
wistfulness.

I am in chains, like Prometheus.
It is not an eagle that eats my liver
but want

and held fast in its dull agony
I cannot return to sleep.

 

[Piscator]

This is me reading todski's "Intoxicating Aroma."
Thanks to todski for letting me try reading one of his poems. It was fun.

Well done, it's interesting how a different voice, different inflections change things

 

[todski28]

.........

 

[Lyricalli]

The Dark Side

Southside of Tomorrow

How in the world I saw Tzara's and completely missed yours, I don't know. So sorry to leave them sitting there unmentioned.

The first one was nice, and I really like the second one. You have a pleasant singing voice, by the way, and hearing it as a song completely lifted the poem off the page for me. I'm glad you decided to sing for us.

 

[todski28]

How in the world I saw Tzara's and completely missed yours, I don't know. So sorry to leave them sitting there unmentioned.

The first one was nice, and I really like the second one. You have a pleasant singing voice, by the way, and hearing it as a song completely lifted the poem off the page for me. I'm glad you decided to sing for us.

I second this comment, I was pleasantly surprised by your singing, at first I frowned than I got into the song, Thank You

 

[Piscator]

How in the world I saw Tzara's and completely missed yours, I don't know. So sorry to leave them sitting there unmentioned.

The first one was nice, and I really like the second one. You have a pleasant singing voice, by the way, and hearing it as a song completely lifted the poem off the page for me. I'm glad you decided to sing for us.

I second this comment, I was pleasantly surprised by your singing, at first I frowned than I got into the song, Thank You

Thanks calli and tod, For me the line between song and poetry is a bit vague, they may flow into one another, although I think repetition is more important in songs, once you have a hook, set and use it.

Southside and She Don't like to Sleep Alone were written as C&W hurting songs and I threw them onto Soundcloud to see if someone else might come up with the music and we'd all become stars. But it hasn't happened yet

calli I'd be honoured if you'd have a look at Big Sue's Song and either recite of sing as you see fit.

cheers

p'tor

 

[Lyricalli]

calli I'd be honoured if you'd have a look at Big Sue's Song and either recite of sing as you see fit.

cheers

p'tor

Well, I'm honored that you asked. Reciting, I can do. Not sure how drunk I'd have to be to record myself singing...

 

[champagne1982]

This has been like an orgy of poet voices. Wonderful!!

 

[todski28]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/poem-for-carolyn

Poem for Carolyn,
Imagined as a Roman Statue, By Tzara

We now are both old, but
Your body is still lovely.

Even in its infirm curves,
I can recall your younger self—

You were so beautiful
I would have bound my soul

Into servitude just to enjoy
An afternoon with you, unclothed,

Even if that meant I only looked
At you like a sculpture

Of some nymph or perfect being.
That you were real only meant

The agony in my hands, not
Being allowed to touch you, stroke

Your perfect thighs, meant
I thought of your skin as marble,

Chiseled smooth by a master sculptor,
Too delicate and perfect for my touch.

Now that age has finally weathered
The burnished stone of that monument,

Your body, may I, supplicant, at last approach
And touch you as in worship, or duty,

Or in some kind of devotion like love,
And have you at least remain calm, indifferent

To my touch, as if a fly had landed,
Unnoticed, on your bare shoulder?