Angeline
Poet Chick
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More June 16th Stuff
I find it difficult to imagine Tathagata poleaxed by anything, but I love Nocturnal Immersion, which is written in what I see as his signature style--textured and photographic. I dunno, Tath, I may just have described your writing like a painting on velvet, lol, but I love it. Just don’t write about Elvis.
As always it
finds your face and voice
and stares ,
poleaxed and transfixed,
at the gilded sepulcher
of us.
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4degrees has a spare raw way of writing that really grabs me. This love poem, ne plus ultra, is a tightrope walk, taut and somehow tender.
no guise
my eyes
see past the
irrelevancies
and past
the equivalent
of something more
than skin and teeth
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quiet poet has written in 40 Years Later a piece that has, to my ear, an echo of Yeats in it, which I think is a very good thing.
Weeks pass in a fog of cigarettes and rancid beer,
weak sun barely passes through perpetual clouds,
but somewhere a song is playing, sounds like "Volunteers",
and a glimmer comes to these China blue eyes…
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I never read anything by Eileen82, but I really like On the Mend, which I think may be my favorite of the day. Read this.
then restlessness gives way to dreamless nights
shiny objects that distract and more drink.
eventually summer seeps inside
and still, sweet nights that stretch endlessly on
moments of marvelling the loaded sky
and the discovery of devotion.
It could use some light editing, but what a voice! I felt compelled to read a few of her other submissions. She is very very good. Check out her page.
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And for the spinner selection, I give you:
Laughing Crow
by eagleyez ©
Janus slinks thru
Dooryards and up staircases
Past windowjams and breathing glass
Where doves huddle under
Supplyhouses banked with
Crystalline beauty layered on top of seeds scattered like
Frozen promises of collective repasts-
Those grassdroppings left by spring and eyed by raincoat crows
Black as moonless dawns as if dogpaws leave crumb trails
Showing the easy way to digging, no different really
Than Mina birds half a world away
Praying for husks to drop from
Hibiscus and Birds of paradise.
Janus performs the caesarian-
Early term and lifting the north from
The shivering mother-
Suggestions of survival and arrays
of color begun like the surest bet
on both the yin and the yang.
Janus teases light up from tropical meridians.
Reaching even the north of all norths,
As the doves bristle and shake off nightsnows
Waiting to be robbed by the laughing crow.
No kidding. On the first spin even. It’s karmic, I’m tellink you.
*********************
If there are other poems you like, for god’s sake mention them in this thread. These are just my opinions.
And read and vote and comment…but mostly just write.
I find it difficult to imagine Tathagata poleaxed by anything, but I love Nocturnal Immersion, which is written in what I see as his signature style--textured and photographic. I dunno, Tath, I may just have described your writing like a painting on velvet, lol, but I love it. Just don’t write about Elvis.
As always it
finds your face and voice
and stares ,
poleaxed and transfixed,
at the gilded sepulcher
of us.
*********************
4degrees has a spare raw way of writing that really grabs me. This love poem, ne plus ultra, is a tightrope walk, taut and somehow tender.
no guise
my eyes
see past the
irrelevancies
and past
the equivalent
of something more
than skin and teeth
*********************
quiet poet has written in 40 Years Later a piece that has, to my ear, an echo of Yeats in it, which I think is a very good thing.
Weeks pass in a fog of cigarettes and rancid beer,
weak sun barely passes through perpetual clouds,
but somewhere a song is playing, sounds like "Volunteers",
and a glimmer comes to these China blue eyes…
*********************
I never read anything by Eileen82, but I really like On the Mend, which I think may be my favorite of the day. Read this.
then restlessness gives way to dreamless nights
shiny objects that distract and more drink.
eventually summer seeps inside
and still, sweet nights that stretch endlessly on
moments of marvelling the loaded sky
and the discovery of devotion.
It could use some light editing, but what a voice! I felt compelled to read a few of her other submissions. She is very very good. Check out her page.
*********************
And for the spinner selection, I give you:
Laughing Crow
by eagleyez ©
Janus slinks thru
Dooryards and up staircases
Past windowjams and breathing glass
Where doves huddle under
Supplyhouses banked with
Crystalline beauty layered on top of seeds scattered like
Frozen promises of collective repasts-
Those grassdroppings left by spring and eyed by raincoat crows
Black as moonless dawns as if dogpaws leave crumb trails
Showing the easy way to digging, no different really
Than Mina birds half a world away
Praying for husks to drop from
Hibiscus and Birds of paradise.
Janus performs the caesarian-
Early term and lifting the north from
The shivering mother-
Suggestions of survival and arrays
of color begun like the surest bet
on both the yin and the yang.
Janus teases light up from tropical meridians.
Reaching even the north of all norths,
As the doves bristle and shake off nightsnows
Waiting to be robbed by the laughing crow.
No kidding. On the first spin even. It’s karmic, I’m tellink you.
*********************
If there are other poems you like, for god’s sake mention them in this thread. These are just my opinions.
And read and vote and comment…but mostly just write.
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