New Poetry Recommendations

[champagne1982]

From yesterday, Saturday the 12th of April comes Kolkore's His Disappearance; a narrative poem that captures current events on a very human level.

Tihmmnmm offers a poem about all the moments you've ever cherished in the company of an Old Friend.

 

[WickedEve]

Monday

Just another manic Monday. Well, not that manic. 17 new poems before me and, reading down the list, the first one to get my little nod and "hmm" of approval is Dead by Anschul. It is a nice enough poem but what really made it interesting for me was the next to last stanza, which was the strongest part of the poem. I'd trim some words from the 3rd and 4th stanzas, though. The last two lines in the poem make a pretty good ending.

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Of Bois and Men by MistressJett

I read this poem around 2:30 or 3:00 this morning and I liked it. I read it again, assuming I was just tired and didn't really like it. I'm not loving it for being beautiful poetry. It's not beautiful. It's blunt and real. Maybe that's the real beauty of it. Interesting poem. Give it a read.

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Buffet by swallowedscream

"People watching is where it's at" and swallowedscream gives us many cool descriptions of people. I saw a few words I'd like to chop out of the poem, but only a few. Other than that, very fun poem.

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I was a little iffy about Sarah by oregon_gal but there's enough good stuff in it to recommend the poem.
I see her as a wave of thick
Red caramel
Oozing over the ocean of
Salted waves and buckets of sky
Nothing short of grandiose
And spectacular

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And a few more you may want to check out:

Girl with a Long Neck and Our Disease by chocolateandroses

Razorblade Romance and Got That? by SoshiSed




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[Angeline]

Happy April 15, Poetry Lovers

Having nice springy weather where you are (tungtied, are you going to call me again soon and torture me with more tales of azaleas and forsythia)? It's warmer here in Maine and the massive piles of snow are slowly disappearing, though not entirely gone yet. Definitely moving in the right direction though on this side of the world, thank heavens. Now if only they could fix those ginormous potholes...

There are 14 new poems posted today, and while I can't say any of them really floored me, there's definitely some poetry worth your reading time.

Anschul, aka "Chefzilla" is fued with anger and the hope of possibility in I'm Just Sayin.... I don't know that the simple rhyme scheme (AA,BB, CC, DD and so on) is really helping this modified rant, but it's well worth reading, even if the political/philosophical views are couched in a rather singsongy poem.

I might feel more cheery.
It sure couldn't be worse
If the power of the purse
Could be put in the trust
Of the humans with a bust.
I think it's ironic
All the critical tonic
I've received in emails
Is from cynical females.

fallenangel_jaded has some interesting images in the rather weirdly mysoginistic, eyes-open Paper Doll.

Paper Doll
You fill my time
Say what I want
You don't speak your mind

You're a Barbie doll
Plastic
An untrue form
Your roots have been dyed since the day you were born


Hmmnmm has an interesting tongue-in-cheek take of the whole metaphor/synonym thing in poetry in his Obviously.

Feathers, wings, shafts, light:

must be synonyms:

the sparrow ruffled its lights, turned its shafts down

- down - see? another synonym

Not sure I get the need for double-spacing in this one, but, as always, Hmmnmm gives his readers something to think about.

UnderYourSpell describes the ultimate Freedom (why sexual, of course) in her offering today, which is my pick of the day. I might edit a bit here and there, but the images are strikingly good.

Sit and wait time has no meaning,
here in this place of solitude
eyes see wraiths and ghosts
mingled motes of dust
a sepia picture of long ago.
Moon comes down and moans
and Sun explodes behind my eyes
majesty shattered to all eternity

kittiekimmie is new to Lit poetry and has three submissions today, one of which, Journey caught my eye with its interesting images. Her other two poems seem a bit more pedestrain to me (and always use spell check to catch those typos/misspellings!), but there's promise in the flow of her lines, potential.

the joy of you is white like
the pure light of dawn
when the hours of the day
are young and supple to the mind
possabilities endless as eternity
is long and wise

glistening like a rain soaked flower
in the sunny glow i sit at odds with
the thoughts lacking reason within me

There are other poems that I've not mentioned here, but if you feel I've missed the mark and want to recommend any of them, please do so here. This thread is for anyone who wants to recommend poems!

And don't forget to read, vote (where applicable) and, most important, leave feedback (even a few words is better than none) so our poets know how readers are perceiving their poems.

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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Finally, Spring is threatening to break out. The daffodils out my front windows are set to bloom any day now, with temps in the mid-60s today and the low 70s the rest of the week. And the huge forsythia by the kitchen window is about to explode into a massive yellow ball.

With all this Spring madness, let's see if I can get my mind set on poetry today. There are a dozen New Poems today, including an illustrated poem and 3 audio poems. And while it's a pretty good lot today {8 selected out of 12 is rather good to me}, nothing really got to me today. It's all this Spring madness!


MistressJett gives us an illustrated poem, Crash, that seems perfectly apropos in its setting here on Lit.


SunrockSin offers up what feels to be an almost post-apocalyptic vision in Abandoned. There is a small distraction in the quality of the audio; just read the words, they carry the meaning quite well.


MistressJett has a pair of audio poems, but I feel that only in Limitless does she nail it. Her soft breathy tone and the way she works her words had me quite enthralled.


ArnoldSnarb gets his first

with Litany, a piece he'd just posted yesterday on the 5/5 thread. This piece rhymes yet the pattern doesn't overwhelm. {They give out greenies to rhyming poems?} Check this out and see if you want to try the whole thing:

I warm my hands, still, with your words
And with warmed hands caress myself.
Wish you were here below my belt,
To read Anaïs: Little Birds.

Anschul offers up a simple rendering in The Guy on the Corner. You can't help but be affected by this one, unless you're not human and go through life like some people, with eyes open and unseeing.


oregon_gal has a pair of poems up today, Sunday Morning Diner and The Cost of Wallpaper. I feel that the line spacing on both detracts from maximum enjoyment, but that's just my subjective spin — what do I know? My favorite of the two is the former; it is so simple, direct, and uncomplicated. You can feel yourself in the diner — give it a try.


Finally, hmmnmm gives us a thought provoking piece about the lowest common denominator in Mixed Mediums. What is mainstream but the lowest common denominator?

That's it for today. Again, while 8 out of 12 caught my eye, nothing really got to me so much that I'd say it's a must read. It must be this Spring thing. You decide for yourself. Go ahead and read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

Now I think I'll go lay out on the chilly ground and soak up some of that beautiful warm sun — it's been waaaaaay too long.

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[WickedEve]

Thursday

Only 7 new poems. I'm sorry but I didn't really find one that successfully tempted me to recommend it.

 

[champagne1982]

Some of you may say, "Thank God It's Friday!" I think I'll join you. This Friday, April 18th brings at least 26 new poems.

50% of them are by vixen_2006. She's working through her feelings over the end of a relationship, from what I perceive any way. This quote from one of her poems seems to sum it all up nicely.
Still burdened with thoughts,
Of yesterdays that still remain
I do hope that the poetry flood was cathartic enough to let the lady fox move on.

ArnoldSnarb continues to create poetry and today he offers a wry Synopsis of an Erotic Poem. He exposes the perceptions of literotica's erotic poets in his piece with a clever turn of phrase and a very dry wit.

In her poem Progeny chocolateandroses brings her reader through bitterness to defiant victory. It's a different kind of view on a subject many writers have explored in the past. There is a second poem on the list today by this poet as well.

Nirvanadragones graces the new poems list with her poem, Homeless. She uses elaborate language to describe the beauty built in the mansion of her emotions and then gives us another picture of what it's like when, sometimes, the architect is finished with the building and takes the good feeling along with them when she's gone.

Trismegistus has been a literotica member since 2001. He's just started regularly submitting poems here last September. His verse is rhyming and metred and very lyrical in nature, so not to everyone's taste. I think he captures something good today in his poem Blood Wine however. See if you agree.

I know that everyone's taste in poetry is highly subjective, so if you read a new poem on today's list that captures your attention; let us all know about it here on this thread. Please, read a lot, write a few and absolutely review some poetry. We'd love to see your choices.

 

[Liar]

I'll get around to them, but todays's Sunday reviews might be delayed til Monday. Right now I can't sit down in front of the computer for more than two minutes before I introduce my keyboard and screen to the contents of my sinuses. Makes for very erratic reading, and poetry deserves better.

 

[WickedEve]

Just one photo to elicit a catharsis is all our NormalJean asks.
Snap! ( catharsis)

For anyone who has ever been involved in a long distance/internet relationship, you'll understand where N.J. is coming from. She just wants a recent image, just wants to know that the other person really did exist.

This could have been a fucked up, emotional poem, like so many "woe is me, my online love has permanently taken my heart offline" kind of poems. It is an emotional poem, but kept under control, and it offers the readers lines like the following:

I will never touch you, have you, hold you.
Hold it. Hold it steady.
Closer to your face. I want to see
the stippling of my faith
on your cheek as the ink runs down the page.​

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Give all the new poems a read. There may be more posted soon. I'll be back to finish this review in just a bit.




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[WickedEve]

Monday

Poems can't use the word vagina
by jack_of_the_woods

jack just joined yesterday and his first poem doesn't completely work for me in a few areas, but there are moments that I like very much. He doesn't have his comments turned on but you may want to give his poem a read and send him some feedback via email.

Is it the very idea,
I wonder.
Sometimes given, sometimes taken
Hidden, humid, and sensitive.
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Is it the sounds,
I wonder.
Rolling similar words around in my mouth
Va-gi-na, Virginia, Jemima, Towonda.​

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Waltz for Catherine
by ArnoldSnarb

A waltzing poem for an actress? I'm wondering if the poem's lines/words are broken into something similar to the steps of a waltz. I know diddly about waltzing. Interesting poem!

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[Liar]

Belated sundays reviews ahoy!



Equinoxe has an interresting pair up with pretty obscure titles. Now, the fist, called Mélange (yep), is either a dadaistic experiment, or leaning on references that I have no clue what they are. But I mention it just in case it's awesome, and I'm too simple to get it. The second one, Shi, is much more concrete. A delicately written scene of a dying winter.


Ghosts of winter haunting spring
turning to summer, snow and shadow
cast pale over green and lively
youths half-remembered now;


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Another good one on the theme of seasons is Wicket Rhythm by Victoria_Lucas. An eloquent read and some interresting imagery.

And here is where
the wave is rode, these undulating,
seductive drifts of snow punctuated
with troughs of sunshine, of crocus.


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SoshiSed gives us a pretty cool opinion piece in Wanna Be, berating the folly of faux poets with a healthy dose of wit.

You suck your teeth and ask "Who are you?"
You want to know who I am ?
Why,
I am nobody, who are you?
Think you can be a nobody too?
Think again.

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And finally The Mutt, who is in his element in One Eye Closed and Out of Smokes. Dressing up in the barfly suit and going through all the moves.

I'm not staring at your cleavage,
unless you'd be disappointed if I weren't.
Did I mention I was cool?
Let me tell you why.

 

[Angeline]

April 22, 2008

Fourteen new poems.

UnderYourSpell takes the limerick down a bitter path in Self inflicted injury.

I have no need to think of you
and now I never cry,
even though our relationship
was just one fucking lie.

KOLKORE has an interesting piece, rather scary at times and full of images and references in Arts at Times of War.

Prussia is not Russia
Just like Elaine Martin
Does not caress open fields
the way Pollock makes love
to an innocent canvas even when
it looks a lot like blood
Scratches and mud

assumepresume has two poems, both of which are definitely worth your reading time. I Mean to Say is longish and introspective.

So when you come a knockin' again
I'm not angry or glad.
flattered a little, mostly sad
with even a bit of dread thrown in
like tired spice,
because
neither of us know how to say no
and mean it, or keep to it very long.
there's a lot of history and fun,
and damage is enjoyable
when spun to a sweetly familiar melody.

Her other poem, Knees is my favorite today, strongly narrative with images that stay with the reader.

Knees slender
Curvaceously defined from
A lifetime's insistence
On skirts through fall and winter.
Knee-high boots and argyle socks tucked
behind me, on my vespa
we'd perch and wait for spring, the thawing
When wind like fingers would drift through your black honeycomb hair
And lift the hemline of your dress
Made scandalous, rippling weightlessly against your thighs.

There are other poems posted today that I haven't mentioned. If you'd like to recommend any of them, please do so in this thread.

 

[KOLKORE]

KOLKORE has an interesting piece, rather scary at times and full of images and references in Arts at Times of War.

Prussia is not Russia
Just like Elaine Martin
Does not caress open fields
the way Pollock makes love
to an innocent canvas even when
it looks a lot like blood
Scratches and mud

Thank you Angeline for the mention. There are few experiences which uplift me –or sooth me as walking in an outdoor setting of sculptures. I am lucky to be living within short driving distance from the National mall where all the National Museums are set. Even the White house has its art works displayed for the public (regardless of the politics of any current residents).
While you have to be next to “two lines oblique” to fully appreciate its impact, other works –you can taste through Googling. As far as Pollock ‘the dripper’, he was always controversial (even to some art critics).IMO his works can be fully appreciated only when you stand in front of them and feel that you could “dive” into them. The image of Pollock making love to the canvas is in my mind almost unavoidable from seeing photos of him at work, intimately bending over a huge canvas and spreading the paint seemingly in random all over it…Quite a different image from some of the final products.
Both the works of visual arts (diverse in style material and subject as they could be) and the art of the language as poetry and fiction are a great sort of much needed antidote to the brutality I see in the real world. They help me breath, and live through the real world. kolkore

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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There are 18 New Poems up today. There's even a little greenie, but its message eludes me. Of today's selections, only four caught my eye. And there's no sweetness and light in the bunch.

chocolateandroses has three postings today, though only two jump out at me. On How to Break a Heart is a dark piece on how profound an effect the adult world has on children:

First, Parents,
You must divorce
This is necessary
To create the original crack
It must be preceded
By fights
Of intensity guaranteed
To echo across years
Morphing the loving faces of
Mother and father
Into demons bent on destruction

Another depressing dark outlook is Red Ribbon Days:

But then I could always
Float away
An idea scattered on the western wind
So insubstantial
As if I never was

In the first place
Never my place

hmmnmm seems to have caught the mood of today with his piece, hand-me-down, a look at the mean people in the world. It's not about grumpy, it's about truly nasty meanness:

Mean and good at it. Meanness
actively promotes goodness for
hallowed nourishment and holiday
play. Watch out for the halfway
temptation. You stop short. You pull
back. You pretend. If meanness
is your gift, then you must be mean.

Finally, Harlan009 has his first posting in Clackity-Hiss-Buzz, a rather surreal dream piece. You've got to take the time to read it through to completion to see why it's posted as erotic. You need read it to find out how something this quirky and a bit prosey becomes erotic:

It starts, as it often does... with locusts and
grasshoppers and other insects that rub and clack and
buzz and hiss and annoy. She hears them but never sees
them. Clackity-buzz-hiss. There they were.

She tries to wake but can't, in her semi-conscious
mind she writes this off to her visit to the reptile
house at the zoo.

She flies now. Like the eagles and falcons and hawks
and ugly vultures. A slipping of her skin into the
void as she leaps from atop the crag of where the zoo
perches. Stretches her arms wide and spreads her
wings, feels the winds whip across her smooth skin.
Effortlessly dipping and chasing and riding the
thermals. Soaring endlessly.

Okay, that's it for today. Maybe I'm a bit off, but the balance of this day's offerings seem rather so-so. Take a peek and see what you think. Just do all these poets the kindness to read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

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[WickedEve]

Thursday

Good morning. It's after 9 here in VA and no new poems posted yet. I have a busy day but I will check back in later.

 

[WickedEve]

Thursday

There are new poems posted now. I just need to read them.

 

[WickedEve]

Thursday

Skeletons
UBU
Damn good poem!

excerpt:
Doll art
Asphyxiation
Stepping toward me
Still pushing her​

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cosmic surfer
normal jean
Another must-read.

excerpt:
he grows old
yet nimble, awaiting
his gravity wave​

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Landscape in Lavendar (lavender)
ABSTRUSE
Overall, it's a nice enough poem, attractive title, pretty words -- some border on cliche. For me as a reader, it's a bit too pretty, but I am most certain there will be many fans of this style of poetry.

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primary & sufficient cause
ElmerGlew
Short, good, and interesting.

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Lust
Anschul
Poetry forum regular has lust and lust is a poem.

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Epistle, after an archaic fashion
Equinoxe
If you're interested in reading a poem "after an archaic fashion" then you may like this one.

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Auspices
hmmnmm
Interesting poem, well-written, though 3rd stanza maybe a bit too much.

 

[champagne1982]

Today, Friday the 25th of April, brings 9 new poems, many of which are short haikuesque poems so they won't take long to read.

I'm not sure why Nirvanadragones speaks so harshly towards men in her poem Y? . Maybe you'd like to hear what she has to say about biology.

My favourite of the day is penned by tungtied2u. His Word weaver speaks of more that the sensual seduction of the snake master I think. Go read for yourself and enjoy the sexy assonance of the hissing inside this ssssssssstory.

 

[Liar]

Sunday...

Maybe I'm in a odd mood, but this Sunday, not many of the offerings on the new list gave me cause to pause.


Equinoxe has two short verses that contain more than their four short lines first show. The Old Town Across the Lake is nice enough, but Viewing Blossoms Outside the Window is a wee bit sharper.

hmmnmm saves the day with a delightfully borderline insane wordplay in comedy proper. Can't decide if this is sens morale, sensuality or satire. Read for yourself.

 

[Tzara]

Saturday ('cuz I is Retro Guy)

Hey, poets. There were some good poems on Saturday. Like (well, in my stupid opinion) these:

• Daybreak, by Anschul. Guy not only can cook, but he writes a great omelet, I mean sonnet. The sonnet, when done well, is a very elegant verse form. Chef Z does a very nice job with this one. Check it out.
  
  Minor quibble: I can't find the volta, but I was always bad at English.
  
• Equinoxe has two very short poems posted. They seem almost too short to me, more image than poem, but The long night is an interesting enough image to, I think, work fairly well as poem. The comma doesn't work for me, though. Maybe a dash work work better.
  
• For my money, though, the best of the day is the sophisticated La Petite Mort by Victoria_Lucas. To satisfy the "full disclosure" thingie that forum gadfly (or asshole—he would probably be happier with the latter designation) 1201 harps on, I am a fan of Ms. Lucas's poems. But then I think I have reason to be, because of lines like these:

  These are the love handles of amplified life:
  a mere misery of miniseries on channel five,
  of calories, spending of tax dollars, the dishes
  and who last washed them, medicating for legal reasons,
  new babies in dumpsters, finding a parking spot downtown.

  Fresh images, elegant phrasing.
  
  Go read her poem, people. She's good.

Whew! That reviewing thing is hard! I think I'll go back to writing smarmy double dactyls to Bijou and Champie.

It's easier. And more fun.

Oh. Go read and comment on yer colleagues' work. It's the nice thing to do.



And we're all nice, amn't we?

 

[WickedEve]

Only eight new poems for Monday and I especially enjoyed three of them. I hope you get a chance to read all of the new poems. You may discover some treasure that I overlooked.


hmmnmm gives us two really good and solid poems. Field Trip and Cheap.

Field Trip is a highly interesting poem and I'm not sure if my interpretation of it is accurate or not, so I'll let you give it a read and you can come to your own conclusions. But definitely check it out. It's good stuff.

Cheap is a poem I enjoyed reading silently and aloud. The words all work together wonderfully. Love the last few lines.


Yesterday's Fodder by Victoria_Lucas, despite a couple of typos, it's a successful poem, mostly thanks to all the moments that happened yesterday. The last two lines make for a great ending.


Also check out one of our nicest forum poets who has a new poem today:
Destiny by Anschul



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[Angeline]

April 29, 2008

Seven new poems are up this morning. I can't say I like them all equally well, but today is one of those rare days when I thought every new poem is eminently readable and, at least, has some very good moments. I'll spotlight my favorites.

Roll On Me Elvis by bogusbrig seems a little first drafty to me (especially in the punctuation department), but it's cohesive and satirical and has some great images:

they danced a five o'clock waltz
under the harsh fluorescent light
the shuffle of shoe and the stomp of boot
across the stone tiled floor
infidelity, a fleeting escape

drudgery, a rat gnawing at a pony's leg

Equinoxe has two new poems today. I prefer The children, with its strong concrete imagery, to These past years, but they're both quite short (so I won't post excerpts here), and you can easily read them and decide for yourself. In fact, please check out some of Equinoxe's recent submissions and offer some feedback. She has had very little of it (mainly from the usual suspects). Her poetry is really good, and you may have noticed her recent response in the Roll Call thread here. She'd love some feedback, so help a sister out.

Abstruse's erotic poem Coup de Amour is a good take on D/s sex. I thought it could use a little editing, but there are some wonderful images in it.

Face turned away in ambiguous modesty
Emergent desire to be had. Again.
Your body deceives you

I AM by oregon_gal is rambly but overall really good with (I thought) a rather Whitmanesque feel to it. There are a few images that I think work against the poem rather than for it, but nothing that can't easily be fixed.

In the beginning there was darkness and void
_____You held the lamp so I could scribe
Genesis on the face of each blasting atom
And I watched as you carved from the bowels of nothingness
Our song
I AM

My personal favorite today is Mama Needs a New Pair of Shoes by sassynyc. I'm guessing most women can really relate to the subject, and the poem has a jazzy, lyrical quality that moves the reader along effortlessly. I think it goes over the top here and there and would be a lot stronger without the end note that's tacked onto it, but really it's wonderful, a joy to read.

The full spectrum of the rainbow
In dazzling hues
Molten metallics and oh-so-dreamy creams
Soft pastels burst like blooming petals
Candied yellows and pinks, cyan skies and sea foam
Mandarin slices of sun
And electric rays dance like magical moonbeams
Majestic purples and blues
Lusciously ripened reds
Heels, arches and vamps cradle my feet
And flirt with my calves and thighs

Overall today is a great day for new poems. Please read them, vote (where applicable) and, most important, leave some feedback. We so appreciate it when you do.

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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Another Wednesday with a light load of only eight New Poems, five of which caught my eye. One sonnet and the rest are little quickies, so brief that I'll pass on offering up any snippets, so let's see what these look like.


Tzara offers up a very brief descriptive piece in Snare, describing the fate of males where the female of the species is concerned.


Anschul is present, cranking out yet another of his sonnets in Friendship, exploring the powerfully soothing effects of friendship.


ArnoldSnarb also has a short piece in In the Forest of Ardent, in which he takes a fun spin with a phrase from Shakespeare.


Finally, Equinoxe has a pair worth reading in A village lost and In a panic. As in her renderings of haiku which forgo the traditional mechanistic {to my mind} 5-7-5 structure, these two pieces also pass on the same mechanistic structure usually found in the English rendering of a tanka {5-7-5-7-7}. As I've seen in their writings, both jthserra and Senna Jawa have gone beyond the mechanistic approach of just syllable count. Continuing in that spirit, these writings from Equinoxe feel like they better capture the soul of the Chinese & Japanese style of poetry. This style of poetry is an acquired taste. It seems to call out in the spirit of contemplation and meditation than the more active style of Western poetry. Go ahead and give it a try.


That's it for today's easy read. It's such a light load and so many are short that you can cover them all yourself and see what grabs your attention. Go on ahead and read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

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[WickedEve]

Thursday

It's 10:30 in VA and no new poems.
I won't get a chance to check again until much later today, but I will check and I will do the review, if and when they show up. Until then, have a great day and write a poem. Write one using the word: flummox, flummoxed or flummoxing.

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It's around 7:30 and no new poems showed up. Maybe tomorrow.

 

[champagne1982]

Good Friday the 2nd of May everyone. Today, there are seventeen new poems. Anshul gives us two sonnets, Equinoxe shows off a couple of good quatraines and a new poet, Diakuuuji, posts his a portfolio of five poems to start his Literotica collection. There are some worthy poems to read all through the list today but what follows are the two that, in my opinion, really stood out.

Tzara plays some Water Music today. It's kinda like Eine Kleine Nacht Music played just before bed and then all the lullabyes ever written. Beautifully sentimental and yet just plain enough to keep it all real.

Feeling confined? Trapped in a dead-end job? Victoria-lucas takes a picture of an office and burns it onto our mental dvds with her poem Cubicle.

As always, if you feel there's a poem that's escaped my notice on the list today, please add your review to this thread. We are all contributors and everyone is welcome to voice an opinion. Have a great weekend. It seems to be shaping up into some gorgeous weather here on the border between north and central climates and maybe I'll get a gambol in with the dogs sometime this weekend.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

New Poem list there are a few poems out for Saturday, only a couple 'caught' my eye... feel free to read them and find one that 'catches' yours!

have a quality week (~_~)