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[Tathagata]

Creation Myth

- it was real before he lifted it in his hands
but he didn’t know its shape until he touched
each thing and nothing had a name –
(and name it now)

I had a name before you spoke it
but your tongue and teeth defined its edges
you shaped my name new with your mouth
made it more than sound, gave it
color, made it tangible
(and say it now)

there was a drum, there was a roundness, a shape to me
and there was a universe before it fell
into your hands and your face reflected it
before you gave my name rope and timber and salt
before your fingers formed and sweetened its borders
(and say it now)

your hips turn and the world now has rivers
your belly gives names and subjects to pleasure,
the deep lakes measured by your bones
the ocean defined by your lightning
striking, making life.
I am divided into syllables. I am a map you trace
with border and title
my body untouched till you found it my
name unsaid till now
(and say it now)

is this a rework or a complete rewrite?
I like it in either case.

 

[eagleyez]

Steering the barell, backpeddling away from the falls,
A gull and two black ducks crease the greysky,
A muffled thwamp-reverb twelve string, shakes
The paintings done by children on my walls.
Feets are cold with tracked in snow,
Memories like lights twinkling around the tree,
For as much of a mess as Ive made of things,
Year by year, front and center-how many shortest days
Of the, celestially oriented, program have I seen.

Shake off the blues, work at it,
Green on Red home for the holiday.

 

[eagleyez]

Somehow coming up with Buffalo and Cadillacs,
Surprised, only two smokes left in the pack,
Horizon hovering in the air
Top dead center marked and penciled in,
Engine peeling away the moment.

A million wanderings,
Distilled in one chord-
An old man painted in his chair
Rickety bones two by four bored,
Fingers wrapped around rosewood,
Indentations and a Son going down,
Going down.

The pasture gives life
Recreates energy
Ready for bear,
Loaded for tea.

Half an hour ago
I came in from the west side of town
Drill into music
Unabashedly.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

is this a rework or a complete rewrite?
I like it in either case.

totally different piece.

and thank you.

y'all been doing some nice work in here lately.

bj

 

[Angeline]

Among bitter conditions
deceit emerges. Father, Goneril
(harpy) initiates jealousy.
Kings Lear's mad nadir,
open plain, questing. Regan
smiles treachery, unloving,
vain wasted excaliber. Yes,
zealots. Ah but Cordelia.

 

[ElmerGlew]

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[ElmerGlew]

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[ElmerGlew]

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[ElmerGlew]

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[tungtied2u]

i dent teddy
in bed at night,
me alone bear
company to clutch
close for comfort
carried away by dreams

 

[eagleyez]

Ten man crew,
On deck as the icebreaker
Cracks thru winter's watery layer
Spanning the great river.

The silver plume of waterice
Rises like metal, turned Pewter by the Sun,
Sculpting a frozen form
That just happens to be
Perfect.

Until the bend west it was the
Mosaic attached to memory
With glee.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I can feel the cool winds caress
hand to cheek, naked
traipsing along the path. clouds

gathering to see
this phenomenon
of two gentle souls taking
the time to rest
and relax, take part

in natures sunrise, before
their day begins. jets, flaring,
going full speed, naked,
alone. together, lost in

their forest of need. forgetting
everything to take the time
and tempt the fates, to
let go, to just, let go.

spa side seediness, two bodies
undress, caress, with eager eyes.
taking in, soiled visions
of vexed days spent
alone. colliding, conspiring,
contemplating, a day, away.

misty mountains, sweltering lust, love
sex and freedom, in natures home. They
consume opposites, he then

she. standing face to face, gather
nourishment to sustain their days
and nights apart.

heated rays, sear flesh
as eyes meet, bodies collide, they play
out every fantasy, as every day
spent apart, unravels and floats

to the winds then picks up
and places them here, on this day
in this time. to go forward, stand

side by side, and partake
in their pleasures
from each to the other,
one at a time ....



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[unpredictablebijou]

hey rhymefairy,

I really like what you're doing with sound in this piece - the way the phrases lead toward each other feels very graceful.

To attempt an actual critique, I will say the commas might be cut down a bit; the flow would be better in some places without them.

bj

 

[RhymeFairy]

hey rhymefairy,

I really like what you're doing with sound in this piece - the way the phrases lead toward each other feels very graceful.

To attempt an actual critique, I will say the commas might be cut down a bit; the flow would be better in some places without them.

bj

Thank You bj ... and to think there used to be a time when I was told I never used enough, lol. I sincerely do appreciate the commentary and will work on it.
I too, loved the *feel* of these words flowing together.

 

[tungtied2u]

Finally, it has begun. In silence
the small flakes drift downward
outside my window. I have nothing
to do, nowhere to be. I sit frozen
in ambivalence, watch the weather
change directions on a whim,
see my reflection pleading
from the flurries, asking for respite

 

[tungtied2u]

Jesus, I'm bored
2x8 perpindicular
nearly horizontal
getting nailed
with a velvet hammer
hang me up
dry me out
the wrinkles remain
along with the shame
where is forgiveness
where is redemption

 

[tungtied2u]

the weight of wasted opportunities
sit upon my back like the prize pig
who squeals as I breathe in the slop
wishing each gasp were my last

 

[RhymeFairy]

I wonder if, in time this pain

will cease. We have had a full, rich relationship
but we still wait and wonder. Wishing for a time
when all is right. To pull up stakes and let it flow.

I feel there really will be no right time and deep
down, I know our time has passed. But that
doesn't keep me from hoping. I carry a love
so bright and a pain, so hurtful it smothers

while it still grows. Like a down trotted tulip,
ready to bloom but the frost caught her head on
and chilled her to the very roots. To try and grow
only held back from fear of life. I sit, stumped,
hurt and fearful of a life with another, knowing
I was meant, want ... you.



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[RhymeFairy]

or maybe,

while I wasn't paying attention, someone jerked
the tulip outta the ground, roots and all, threw it down,
stomped it and cheerfully walked away.

maybe ....

 

[RhymeFairy]

rambling ...

she is so innocent

I see so much of myself
in her. I ask that you give her time, to grow
learn and be the woman I know she will be.

She is my light in so many ways. Always there
kindhearted and loving, no matter what
the occasion. Her sweet nature captures
all eyes. I'm afraid of loosing her, so fast,
too soon.

Spunky and quick with laughter
and praise. Her heart on a cuff
snapped open and welcoming.
Please be kind, take heed - watch
and welcome her flight. Stand down
let her be a girl before you make her
your woman ....



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[eagleyez]

I rather enjoy the middle of the night

an oversized room, tall and all done in blues.
deep shades of lavender, marroon and blue, all held under dark leather soffets
splashed with copper grommets

I stand in the room, very early most days, gazing out my easterly window as
morningbirds ply through the last of darkness, coming so slow. coming so imperfectly.

first the view is of the frozen woman, a gnurled redsap wild apple tree with arms reaching up and curling bare, overhead the womans form is of a dancer


this morming i felt a draft and it was colored blue, mild and
It settled unto my shoulders and blew thru my eyelashes
then it splashed ove my head,
And I came up for air, not in a bothersome state, just back



to an oversized room, gold is now dancing with blue, I come too and wake up again and I leave the doors unlocked.

 

[tungtied2u]

Camembert and sesame thins slip down
a treat. No one here to tell me
about the fat the salt my heart
No one here to share with. A shame

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Demolition

You ask to be torn down to what is underneath
your name and flesh. You ask for emptiness from words
to lose your base and fill yourself with foreign will
and with my angry help become a singular space
buffeted, inhabited by strange rages.

So now embody nothing but this shameless shame
as I find the path to your most empty center
just these holes for me, these spaces I define
as I have you hard and pressed to shove and grip
to brace against and drive toward my own monstrous hands.

You are a hole of earth dug deep for this reception,
the raising of the shaft, icon of the growing field.
The thick of god and solar staff that you receive
defines you simply, a nameless empty sheath for me
nothing but a boot I pull onto myself.

I am a whirling blade that slices through your skin
a dark volcano in which you turn to blissful ash
the flood, the blood that overwhelms your empty mouth
the earth that cracks and swallows you in luscious dark
the brutal wind that scours every trace of you away.

you are a tunnel down through flesh where I can travel;
you are an eyeless skull from which I drink my wine.
Your dark moans of absence turn you inside out
and what is underneath the bones is pure as flame.
You come out clean, hot and sweet as the sun's bright heart.

 

[tungtied2u]

Assassin

To enlist aid is easy. Most are oblivious
to intent, happy to assist by being
their normal unaware selves, going
about their daily lives. Killing
someone is the furthest thing
from their minds. Survive

another day. His boss is unrelenting-
lies, selfishness, stupidity. A daily diet
shoveled down his soldiers mouths.
Some digest better than others. Some vomit.
He lets it stew and spoil, curdling
his gut, tainting every day
with attitude and animosity. He can't wait
to get out, escape the oppression. He stops
on the way home at his watering hole

where a smile and a pint await. And another
and another and another. Until a haze
makes the ache unnoticeable. He slides off
his perch, steals home to sanctuary
where he is surrounded by memories
of the woman he lost. The one

he had waited for through all the mistakes
the false starts, the learning experiences.
Only to find indecision and unbelief, a revolving door
from desire to denial, until only good-bye remained.
Motive is irrelevant, the results are the same.

He wants to have a cigarette but the pilot is out.
He can't be bothered to look for a match,
instead he slumps on the sofa and prays
for the emptiness to end before he passes
out. No one will miss him.

 

[champagne1982]

Lover's Urge (whispered to me in a dark room)

Lean forward, darling;
show me the shadowy curve
that slips, hidden, behind
satin bodice and breasts
covered in lamé draped
from shoulder to waist.

Lean forward so that I catch
a glimpse of glamoured nipple
before you straighten your spine
in a feline flex of strength
under tawny silk my palms
want to splay across.

Lean forward, sooner than now
and bend at the waist, invite
my hands to crumple the skirt
with caresses on your hips
every time you move that pelvis
in all directions but away.