New Poetry Recommendations

[TheRainMan]

Reading through this Review Thread, it seems that anyone is allowed to mention a poem, if they think a quality poem has been missed by the reviewer.

With that in mind (and if I am misreading the thread, someone let me know and I will eradicate this post), I offer this as the most striking poem I found today.

seasons and separation by Maria 2394.

 

[bluerains]

did not miss it

Reading through this Review Thread, it seems that anyone is allowed to mention a poem, if they think a quality poem has been missed by the reviewer.

With that in mind (and if I am misreading the thread, someone let me know and I will eradicate this post), I offer this as the most striking poem I found today.

seasons and separation by Maria 2394.

Just doing a few at a time because so many of my favorites here today ..I had to take more time to view them properly....but am glad you took time to imput..

 

[Guest]

Just one turn of the spinner brought this gem by postobitum to the surface. She hasn’t posted here since last year which is a great pity.

Over Crowding on the Head of a Pin

Angels fell and stuck,
clogged the narrow end
of the funnel, backed up
with broken feathers and
bent aluminum halos.
Tried unsticking them
with unwound coat hangers,
but angels bleed gold dust
whipping away on business-like breezes.
Accidentally spilt funeral urns
in day care center playgrounds
could be no less painful.

Globby golden feather bits,
disembodied azure irises
all gooped on razor hanger ends…
you'd think they'd find safer places to loiter.



There are the usual angst-ridden odes to lost/unrequited loves and porn masquerading as erotica today but it is the day for memories or the lack of them it seems.

Both jthserra and Minervous give us poems in that vein. Jthserra writes movingly about seeking to fill the gaps in Forgotten? and Minervous remembers a moment in time in Precious, broken, spare

A new-to-Lit voice I like is SinnamonStick with only one poem so far - Chocolate a mysterious and sensuous work. I look forward to reading more.

sack has fun playing with his food to classical music in the amusing little Bach’s Lunch


Happy reading to you all.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

7.December

Hello, poets.

There were 23 new poems posted today, with a lot of the usual, but there were two poems that particularly caught my attention:

In the Cedar Boxes of Our Souls, by TheRainMan, and Five Wagons of Hickory Nuts, by annaswirls. I don't want to add much about these two poems, because they're really not so different at heart - but their care and attention to detail and language makes them two remarkable reads. Enjoy!

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday December 8, 2005

There are 18 new submissions to read on this December day, and as I always do, I start off with a non-erotic "spinner" from the archives.

Today's Blast from the Past :
This one was posted in December of 2004, and I found this poem by Liar on the 12th spin. The talent of Lit's Stockholm poet always delights me.

To Be An Envelope

To be an envelope,
contain an ethereal message,
purple connotations,
cinquains linked, metonymes
like red leaves piled
by silk thread narration's
slanting script.

Ever so slightly intriguing imperfection
in the ink sunk to papyrus inside.

An ideal illusion of seal.
A destination,
destined to be torn.

But now a strange container,
paper thin wall enigma.
Shielding hope and hunger
side by side, letter by letter.

Sealed with a kiss, with a prayer;
Godspeed, dear Hermes.
Be my wings, speak for me,
watch those eyes follow
where I can't see.

To be a promise,
a courier on archaic wings, a song
between four eyes
and one pen glowing.

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Most of the day's poems do not fly high enough above average for me to single them out, but there are two bird/flight themed poems by Lit. poet regulars that you might want to read. Both could be strengthened, but you may want to take a look at twigs, pine and straw by My Erotic Tale and secondly, a tribute to Lit.'s Du Lac by sack, titled The Transformation of Du

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There is one "should read" today by one of Literotica's most interesting new poets. TheRainMan starts Relearning Our Shadows, my pick of the day, with lines sure to catch a reader's attention

Streetlights arrange the darkness
into sidewalks that in a story
might lead somewhere. I wait
for the night to include me,
to see that I’m brave enough
to give up my shadow. It refuses,
. . .

and then goes on to end with an equally catching sentence:

. . .
I didn’t think of her then
as someone I would
one day need to remember.

Go read what is in between!

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Taste is always an individual thing so there certainly may be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!

And please remember that our poets need your support, so Read Vote Comment Feedback. It won’t come back around if you don’t send it out!

Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

 

[annaswirls]

Okay I do not claim to have discovered these two poets, I know I was slow getting the word, but I just have to do my shout out to two new names here at literotica that need to be read: (I know I know most of y'all are readin' em already... I just want to use really big colorful letters....)

Minervous​

and​

TheRainMan​

..........

 

[cward2]

These poems caught my eye

The following new poems caught my eye today:

No one taught you how to lay concrete by annaswirls
An emotional poem with an excellent metaphor running throughout it

Viridian by lobomao
A lush, natural poem

Modestine by TheRainMan
A poignant narrative poem

Drive by Curiouswife
Don't let this poem drive by

Down by the Willow by KR
A graceful poem reflecting the natural images the poet writes about

walking across the white by My Erotic Tale
a chilling winter poem

crunch by Savannah
makes you want to go crunch when you read it

 

[wildsweetone]

i like the quirkyness of Bedtime Story, a poem by lobomao


i liked the way tungtied2u makes his language flow in Refuse.


i liked some of the images in My Erotic Tale's Walking across the white

sorry, but that's all i've time for this morning.

 

[ishtat]

The Way the Story Ended

And don't miss close to the bottom of a long list today The way The Story Ended by Angeline

 

[Guest]

And don't miss close to the bottom of a long list today The way The Story Ended by Angeline

I agree! So much so that I'm adding a link

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Monday New Poem Reviews

blue rains is on a two week vacation so here are the reviews for monday...

I want to run (version 2) by wildsweetone[/color][/url] bound by curiosity and unable to run, wild enchants us with this witty write.


today in the cafe by MNRider

She sang songs in the cafe...in a poetic way

Life, it must be structured by Lady Malachite this poem is for those that can not accept any thing but perfectly written literature. <grin>

reminds me of my wife that would not ride in a pick-up truck because 'it is for the uncivilized', all the way till the wrecker driver let her out of the passenger seat and un-hooked her car one day <bigrin>


there are a few more poems in the new poems list today but these stood out and captured my intrest above the rest. Read / comment and feedback....

 

[Guest]

It’s a slim volume today, only nine new poems

First coma breath by 4degrees .
Once more I’m struck how this poet’s work begs to be read aloud.
*Makes a mental note to look for audios.*


Saldne’s Life In The Face Of Death is a bit prose-y and the relationships of the family members mentioned confuses me.
Should the first line be “She lives with my Gram”?
I like the line “hoagie odor underarms” – very descriptive, I’ve never had a hoagie and now I don't think I want to.


One of Lit’s poets I always look forward to reading is neoneurotic
He lives up to his name with Blowjobs Fix Everything .
Would that t’were that simple.


A new-to-Lit poet virgin not favours the rhyme in two of her three poems up.
Friends Forever has a strong meter – something the other one lacks.
It’s hard to sound convincing in rhyme but virgin_not does here.


Finally the spinner found JCSTEET’s bitter sweet

Jading

Is it only yesterday we were young and you
showed me your first breasts
in the fields?

We only suspected their magic then, dis-
missed them with a laugh
playing instead among the trees
where the river ran

Now those trees are pale the
river is a lake
veiled like woman’s mourning face
beneath a web of wires
electric in the night
behind the dam

Now your breasts are full and I touch them
With not so shy
fingers

They are not magic anymore those breasts nor
my fingers nor
the river

--30— Montreal July 7, 1968​

Thanks to all the poets who toil away with no recognition. Keep writing, keep reading and keep leaving comments. Voting? I'm not going there.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

14.Dec

Until now, there are only 8 new poems posted today, so you might as well saunter over and read them all.

If you're not in a sauntering mood, there are two poems that are must-reads:

Karma’s Way, by Curiouswife, a gritty but powerful poem about relationships; and Only the Strongest Shop, a Christmas Spirit rondeau brought to us by jthserra.


On an unrelated note, I may not be able to make it to a computer next Wednesday. Would anyone care to do the reviews that day? Thank you.

 

[wildsweetone]

i think you should probably put up all eight Lauren.

here's a couple that grabbed me today...

Looking down the blue by My Erotic Tale

and

Alli's Violet by TheRainMan

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday December 15, 2005

There are 12 new submissions to read on this December day, and as I always do, I start off with a non-erotic "spinner" from the archives.

Today's Golden Oldie :
This work was posted on the day after Christmas in 2003, and I found this poem by 2rivers on the fourth spin. Another piece by the missed master in one of his many guises.

purely spiritually

putty
long rolls of clay
worms
a cylinder
spit

let’s dance
up one wall down to the dirt
let me see your pretty legs
lift your skirt

introduce me to your mother
allow me handle your hurt
-let’s lay for a while
-let us stand on the tail end of a speeding train
-shoot guns, kiss with eyes wide

love doesn’t get any younger either
love is the variegated gem

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The first poem in the list today has an "E" awarded by Laurel for excellence. It is by cock whore and titled fear. It is a short eight line poem, so go read it and see if you agree with Laurel.

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Of the dozen new poems today, four are by cward2. They include:

Anarchy

El ladrón

Memoir

Yeats

All four are short so read them all and pick your favorite. I think my choice is Memoir, but I also like El ladrón very much. However in it I personally think the English translation works better than the Spanish.

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My Erotic Tale offers up a work today that Angeline thinks it very metaphoric and worth journal submission. I find it an interesting bent on a standard phrase, but I do wonder about "proclaim" and "ambers" . What do you think of Vanity's Death?

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Lastly in the list today comes Dustystar with language without i. It's close, but I think this one is my pick of the day.

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standard fishy disclaimer:
Taste is always an individual thing so there certainly may be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!

And please remember that our poets need your support, so Read Vote Comment Feedback. It won’t come back around if you don’t send it out!

Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

 

[annaswirls]

new poems are up! I would love to stay and review...but um... last season 24 disc 2 just came today... and um...

I did read a bunch, look good! Humperdink Rattlehiney and Dippy Dunkindoodle, go read em or somethin'

 

[jthserra]

Ah, the new poems snuck in a little late today

and if the 630 showing of King Kong had not sold out I might have missed them altogether. There are 26 new poems today and, while I'm not ready to award any Pulitzer Prizes yet, a number of the poems caught my attention. I'll tell you about them in a few moments....


Okay... I'll simply edit and add on here as I go.


A lot of the poems had a prosy feel today ranging from some very insightful observation presented in an almost scientific essay language to too conversational presentations, to a well spoken arguement told but not shown to the reader. I'll leave you to find these instances as you read through the new poems.

One poem that felt a bit prosy did grab me... no, it didn't grab me, it slapped me in the face so hard my ears rang. Belle_Ringer's aptly titled Accident Scene presents one of the most powerful end lines that I have seen in a while. Fasten your seat belts when you read the poem.


Slipping far away from prose, Lobomao spun two poems with some excellent internal rhyme and a lot of fascinating and, at times, funny word play. My favorite of the two is Mourning After an interesting look at that awkward morning after that erotic night before:

"after all our efforts
made love like a familiar place
borrowed holes like rabbit warrens
almost like a homey home
on off target ranges
where dear and envelopes play..."

Now where have I heard that song...


Okay, now for some just plain fun erotica... how about in the kitchen. SinnamonStick brings us into the kitchen for some Holiday Baking :

"There is a slow hardening
of sugar in the pan, the deft strokes
of her hands on the shaft..."

Now that is cooking!


Curiouswife starts us in the kitchen with an old table, but suddenly we realize that The Knife Sliced Table and an old yellow house was not all she inherited from her aunt:

"Childhood prayers come to mind
as I whisper for guardian angels
and the guidance of my aunt,
who I can still see laughing..."


I caught TheRainMan looking at the stars in some apparent bewilderment. I guess we all would do the same When Astrology Deserts Us . When the stars don't put the chicken on the table, well...

"Who can eat black magic,
who needs defense
when they’ve already lost our direction
when there’s nowhere left to go?"

I don't agree with some of the line breaks in the poem (I snipped the quote above), but it's still a poem I wish I had written. Read the poem, you'll wish you'd written it too.


Punctuation... I hate the word! Okay, okay forgive my drifting into the soundtrack from Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet 2, but a couple of interesting poems drifted into that "no man's land" between punctuation and no punctuation.

Yeah, I think we need to decide... to punctuate or not to punctuate, even during the Holiday Season: Dont' tell me it is the Season is Annaswirls look into the cooling embers of a relationship. She drew me into the poem with strong images:

"And we never make it back to each other
You dig down through tender shoots
and sleeping bulbs
down through metamorphic layers
of lost lovers
that still cling for nourishment"

But dagum it, I stumbled as she abandoned the apostrophes midway through the poem and toward the end she used a single comma and a single period. Okay, okay, maybe I'm nitpicking, but I still think we got to choose. Yeah, she did get a call from California, and I think the Arnold will grant a reprieve, but then again, his English is a bit suspect to me.

Seriously, the poem takes a hard look inside a relationship and is an excellent read.


Speaking of receiving a stay of execution, we learn Murder is Messy as Swashbuckler draws us into the crime. In spite of the fact that, except for one comma, the punctuation is not used until halfway into the poem, you still get your hands dirty in this poem:

"All this trouble, all this fuss
For the sake of discretion
Sticky is the business of lusty darkness
So careful we plan self-destruction"


Oddly enough, my favorite poem of the day seemed to want a period at the end... perhaps the period was a victim of a slightly errant cut and paste, or perhaps not. With well restrained erotica, Cward2 gave us a brief peek into the world of the Geisha. Spoken in the soft images of Japanese Calligraphy the poem gently arouses fascination at the incredible beauty and ceremony of the art:

"the black night undressing the twilight
as the words drip from the brush,"


Well, those were some of the poems that grabbed my attention today. Everyone should go and read all the New Poems and find a few grabbers for yourselves.

Now back to shopping, sleeping or whatever you are planning this Christmas Season, but hey, hey, hey, let's be poetic out there.


jim : )

PS: and remember... all that stuff I said about punctuation, well that is about their poems... my poems, well, for my poems, just ignore the punctuation stuff. Please?

 

[bluerains]

14 motley musings today

2 were interesting...
(In)fidelity?
by KR


AND
Inseminated
by KR ©



poses a question ...? is cybersex...cheating...and if so how come the mind can not bear fruit... both leave you wondering...
I want to take this time to thank everyone who has helped me here especially MyEroticTale..who is a warm and caring host...thanks Art for you help...next week you are on again ...if you can...am off again...tis the season ...for changes and family...Merry Christmas...Happy New Year...blue


http://home.cinci.rr.com/seadrift/christmasbayanim.gif

 

[Guest]

Only ten new poems today which is pretty good considering
there are only four more days to complete the Christmas shopping
and things are starting to get a bit hectic.



I dream I am a river is a beautiful piece of erotica
proving it’s possible to do with no mention of sex at all.
Congratulations Minervous on a lovely poem and a well-deserved E.



The intriguing title Anthony Flew by LeBroz
turns out to be a neat little nod to an elderly Englishman I’d never heard of.
I always enjoy poems that make me want to know more.



burning liturgy de jure for one by 4degrees
is a poetic self-examination in 4D’s usual style of no nonsense,
slightly brutal words.



I can’t resist My Erotic Trail’s Pouring a glass of Poetry .
It contains images and wistful memories but – you know me –
“close” rhymes just don’t hack it for me,
I’d have preferred complete free-form.



W is the first
and better of two Limerick-style rhyming poems by bobdavies.
A plea for the return of sanity in high places.



henry lee is a dark birthday card
with a punch to one of Americas more notorious killers
from jthserra. Compact and moving.



These are just my picks of the batch. Please go and read all todays submissions, vote and leave a word of encouragement.

See you in 2006!

 

[jthserra]

I will not be able to do this Saturday's Reviews

I will be traveling and will have little or no access to a computer. So if someone else has a chance, please watch for and review Saturday's new poems.


thanks,

jim : )

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday December 22, 2005

There are 10 new submissions to read on this December day, and as I always do, I start off with a non-erotic poem from the archives. Today I cheated and did not spin. Rather I present one of my favorite poems to appear on Literotica.

Today's Golden Oldie :
This work was posted September 15, of 2003, by BooMerengue and I fell for it immediately. The last line is a perfect ending for a remembrance like this one.

Flippy

You fell out when the book opened
Well not you silly!
I had forgotten you were here!

One fish! Two fish!
Red fish! Blue fish!
I hear your giggle near my ear.

Let me count your freckles again!
Mommy won't care!
green marker dots...52, 53, 54!

So you have a note? An invite
to an overnight? Can I go? No!?!
It's just boys??

And you have money, too,
In your pocket; 27 cents- wow!
A lot of gum!

And then a scream of brakes, a thud.
That's all. Not much. So fast.

And you've been hiding here ever since.
In my book. 28 years.
Still giggling near my ear.

I haven't really forgotten, you know.

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As of now there are 10 new poems. Here are two that you might give a read:

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The Natural Life by Jacinta is an unusual read and I mention it mainly for its novel references and information. Go see what you think.


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Blue Dolphin discusses contrails or maybe space seeded clouds or an effect of global warming. It depends on how you interpret "noctilucent". Theories vary, but the images are good. He used the word before I found a place for it to fit.

5 Miles High And 60 Below

Ice lines sharp bisecting sky
To skirt the rose of Mars
Ebullient moon sepulchral glow
How hide the twinkled star

Deep lacerate the cosmos
Distort external drift
Noctilucent lanes, slow waft and wane
See how the frozen shift

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standard fishy disclaimer:
Taste is always an individual thing so there certainly may be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!

And please remember that our poets need your support, so Read Vote Comment Feedback. It won’t come back around if you don’t send it out!

Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

 

[WickedEve]

Anyone who has been here for awhile will remember Flippy!
I also like Blue Dolphin's poem. Haven't read Jacinta's yet.
Here are two more that I think are worth a read:
Holly by Dustystar
as soon by recklesschild

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Blue Dolphin discusses contrails or maybe space seeded clouds or an effect of global warming. It depends on how you interpret "noctilucent". Theories vary, but the images are good. He used the word before I found a place for it to fit.

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5 Miles High And 60 Below

Thank you for the mention Rybka.
Your first guess was correct. I live 50 miles from an airport, on the flight path to the US.
Wed 14th was a full moon, I looked out of my window. The full moon was at left, and Mars at right, with an aircraft climbing up, bisecting them. The contrails highlighted by the glow of the moon. So I guess the poem is a snapshot.
I thank you again, and also the lovely WickedEve

 

[BooMerengue]

There are 10 new submissions to read on this December day, and as I always do, I start off with a non-erotic poem from the archives. Today I cheated and did not spin. Rather I present one of my favorite poems to appear on Literotica.

Today's Golden Oldie :
This work was posted September 15, of 2003, by BooMerengue and I fell for it immediately. The last line is a perfect ending for a remembrance like this one.

Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

Rybby, you are such a doll baby! You really are! But I can't ride that one forever- that was a happy accident, writing that poem. Nothing I've written since then has even come close. I had fun, but I'm done with poems. But not you... You're one of my Forever Friends, love!

 

[WickedEve]

I had fun, but I'm done with poems.

Oh, stop it, you christmas humbutt. Or is humbug? I like butt, though. Go read my dog poem on the writing live thread. Talking about being done.
One day a poem will jump on you and ride your ass until you write it down. You're into deep to stop writing poetry.
I talk about butts too much, don't I?

Hmm... I'll stop with butts and say this: Go check out the new poet and offer some comments.


Remember
by s0lov3d13 ©

We did it all
remember the marks
Remember the saw
Remember the jerks
we had our fall
We did it all.

This poet offers two other poems. I do wonder about the saw...