Queer Art and Poetry

[SexyLatina19]

Are they like the third one?

I'd like to play the 3rd one

 

[SexyLatina19]

Darn it no. lol

No worries Gia, you can get a girl and set up a photoshoot of your own to recreate the picture. Sounds like fun huh but you know in a purely professional way?

 

[Gi_Venus]

No worries Gia, you can get a girl and set up a photoshoot of your own to recreate the picture. Sounds like fun huh but you know in a purely professional way?

Ahem, yes, professional.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

http://esperanzahidalgo.smugmug.com/Other/blurred-me/new-1/867507448_S9oMK-L.jpg

Public Domain Vintage


Infini's work is for sale here. Info only, I make nothing for a referral. Prices are not out of this world. 4" x 6" postcard is $7.99.

Okay I'm off, Amy grounded me *pout*

Jellybean, leave Gia's congo's alone. She's mine!

 

[SexyLatina19]

Public Domain Vintage


Infini's work is for sale here. Info only, I make nothing for a referral. Prices are not out of this world. 4" x 6" postcard is $7.99.

Okay I'm off, Amy grounded me *pout*

Jellybean, leave Gia's congo's alone. She's mine!

Hey missy, you're in time out. I get to play with whoever i want to.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Hey missy, you're in time out. I get to play with whoever i want to.

I'm out now.

This is by the most famous poet in the history of the Universe-LOL

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

This is by Jellybean

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

M. Jonestone

http://www.queer-arts.org/johnstone/images/pers.jpg

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

The Poetry of Sapphos circa 600 BC

On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite,
child of Zeus, weaving wiles--I beg you
not to subdue my spirit, Queen,
with pain or sorrow

but come--if ever before
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father's
golden home you came

in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely
sparrows bringing you over the dark earth
thick-feathered wings swirling down
from the sky through mid-air

arriving quickly--you, Blessed One,
with a smile on your unaging face
asking again what have I suffered
and why am I calling again

and in my wild heart what did I most wish
to happen to me: "Again whom must I persuade
back into the harness of your love?
Sappho, who wrongs you?

For if she flees, soon she'll pursue,
she doesn't accept gifts, but she'll give,
if not now loving, soon she'll love
even against her will."

Come to me now again, release me from
this pain, everything my spirit longs
to have fulfilled, fulfill, and you
be my ally

--Translated by Diane Rayor

I love this one

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Langston Huges

Dream Boogie

Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?

Listen closely:
You'll hear their feet
Beating out and beating out a -

You think
It's a happy beat?

Listen to it closely:
Ain't you heard
something underneath
like a -

What did I say?

Sure,
I'm happy!
Take it away!

Hey, pop!
Re-bop!
Mop!

Y-e-a-h!

Langston Hughes

 

[Gi_Venus]

A poem out of time, I still love her but we were are too different
http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r16/GiannaVenus/Heartcopycopy.jpg

 

[infinity706]

I'm out now.

This is by the most famous poet in the history of the Universe-LOL

Somehow, I think venus flytraps got their name for resembling a pussy. Of course, with all he pointy things, it mush be an unshaved one.

 

[SexyLatina19]

I'm out now.

This is by the most famous poet in the history of the Universe-LOL

It's by my most favoritest poet in the whole wide world.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

A poem out of time, I still love her but we were are too different
http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r16/GiannaVenus/Heartcopycopy.jpg

Your affection is evident in the words.

Somehow, I think venus flytraps got their name for resembling a pussy. Of course, with all he pointy things, it mush be an unshaved one.

LOL. The Orchid is nature's pussy. Gia (the previous poster) specializes in photography of orchids. Perhaps she will grace us with one.

It's by my most favoritest poet in the whole wide world.

And, you are my fav girl to get nasty with.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Tipping the Velvet

Sugared butterfly
between petals divine,
tasting your moist nectar
is like drinking heavenly wine.

Within the valley of Eden
your sacred plum I bite
to sate my desire
caused by lusty appetite

You I sup,
fluttering butterfly—
sustenance without a God—
with my virgin tongue I must purify.

Fountains flow with honey,
emerge butterfly,
find orgasm's joy.
Erotic pleasure is loves reward.

Looking in pooled reflection,
the insect floats by,
still swimming in sweet nectar
in the valley between the thighs.

Illustrated version

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

More Langston

Bound No’th Blues

Goin’ down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.

Road’s in front o’ me,
Nothin’ to do but walk.
Road’s in front of me,
Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk.
I’d like to meet a good friend
To come along an’ talk.

Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an’ sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.

Road, road, road, O!
Road, road…road…road, road!
Road, road, road, O!
On the no’thern road.
These Mississippi towns ain’t
Fit fer a hoppin’ toad.

Langston Hughes

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Audre Lord

Afterlove

In what had been a pathway
inbetween
our bed and a shared bathroom
broken hours lap at my heels
reaching my toothbrush
finally
I see
wide valleys filled with water
folding into myself
alone
I cross them into the shower
the tiles right themselves
in retreat
my skin thrills
bruised and battered
as thunderspray splatters
plasma on my horizons
when no more rain comes
I cast me out lightly
returning
on tiptoe
shifting and lurching
against my eyes
plastic curtains
I hung
last December
watching the sun flee
through patterns
spinning
always and never
returning
I spiced my armpits
courting the solstice
and never once did I abandon
believing
I would contrive
to make my world
whole again.

 

[Gi_Venus]

Afterlove

In what had been a pathway
inbetween
our bed and a shared bathroom
broken hours lap at my heels
reaching my toothbrush
finally
I see
wide valleys filled with water
folding into myself
alone
I cross them into the shower
the tiles right themselves
in retreat
my skin thrills
bruised and battered
as thunderspray splatters
plasma on my horizons
when no more rain comes
I cast me out lightly
returning
on tiptoe
shifting and lurching
against my eyes
plastic curtains
I hung
last December
watching the sun flee
through patterns
spinning
always and never
returning
I spiced my armpits
courting the solstice
and never once did I abandon
believing
I would contrive
to make my world
whole again.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

I love her. She's a lesbian feminist who died a few years ago. Google her to see her bio.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

vrosej10

vrose is a poetess who's been writing poetry and haiku for a little over a year. We met accidentally through reading each other's work. This is my favorite illustrated poem of hers. She's a bisexual woman from down under who loves birds and rats. Give her stuff a look here. She posts frequently at Literotica. I will post her work from time to time.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Audre Lorde

This piece is stunning. Her bio is here.
******
Coal

I
is the total black, being spoken
from the earth's inside.
There are many kinds of open
how a diamond comes into a knot of flame
how sound comes into a words, coloured
by who pays what for speaking.

Some words are open like a diamond
on glass windows
singing out within the crash of sun
Then there are words like stapled wagers
in a perforated book - buy and sign and tear apart -
and come whatever will all chances
the stub remains
an ill-pulled tooth with a ragged edge.
Some words live in my throat
breeding like adders. Other know sun
seeking like gypsies over my tongue
to explode through my lips
like young sparrows bursting from shell.
Some words
bedevil me

Love is word, another kind of open.
As the diamond comes into a knot of flame
I am Black because I come from the earth's inside
Now take my word for jewel in the open light.

******
From about.com

Lover of Words:

She was a librarian, a teacher, a mother, and activist and a poet. She co-founded Kitchen Table: Women of Color Press in the 1980s. She once said, "Words had an energy and power and I came to respect that power early."

Lover of Women:

In 1962 Lorde married Edward Rollins. They had two children: Elizabeth and Jonathon and divorced in 1970. In 1968 Lorde became the writer-in-residence at Tougaloo college in Mississippi. Here she met her first long-term partner: Frances Clayton.

Survivor:

Lorde was diagnosed with breast cancer and in 1980 published The Cancer Journals, in which she challenges traditional Western notions of illness.

Audre Lorde died of cancer on November 17, 1992.

She's Caribbean, and a personnel favorite.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Was Emily Dickinson a Lesbian?

I don't know, but she did love women. Read below.

******

1.

Her breast is fit for pearls,
Bu t I was not a 'Diver' -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home-
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

2.

Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie -
When, stirring, for Belief's delight,
My Bride had slipped away

If 'twas a Dream - made solid - just
The Heaven to confirm -
Or if Myself were dreamed of Her -
The power to presume -

With Him remain - who unto Me -
Gave - even as to All -
A Fiction superseding Faith -
By so much - as 'twas real

7.

Now I knew I lost her -
Not that she was gone-
But Remoteness travelled
On her Face and Tongue.

Alien, though adjoining
As a Foreign Race
Traversed she though pausing
Latitudeless Place

Elements Unaltered
Universe the same
But Love's transmigration
Somehow this had come

Henceforth to remember
Nature took the Day
I had paid so much for-
His is Penury
Not who toils for Freedom
Or for Family
But the Restitution
Of Idolatry.

8.

Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -
Frigid and fleet my Feet-
Alien and vain whatever Clime
Acrid whatever Fate.

Given to me without the Suit
Riches and Name and Realm-
Who was She to withold from me
Penury and Home?

9.

To see her is a Picture
To hear her is a Tune
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June

To know her not - Affliction -
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.


****

Reading this takes my breath away. These lines,
To see her is a Picture
To hear her is a Tune
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June

make me wet. I read Emily to my wife and wish I could love Amy with words like Emily loves women. I am a pauper compared to her.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Info about Emily Dickinson here and here.

I would have loved to have sex with her!

 

[SexyLatina19]

Info about Emily Dickinson here and here.

I would have loved to have sex with her!

Those poems are beautiful. Sexy and sultry and passionate and sensual. I love them.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Audre Lorde and Emily are amazing Jellybean, and sorry bout last night . Amy and I were talking about things. I love that girl.