Queer Art and Poetry

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Why of course it is. Everything i do, i do with you in mind.

And it is a mind I love Jellybean. I truly love you.

http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~ulrich/femhist/deLempick.jpg

I find no source for this painting, but liked it.

 

[Gi_Venus]

Keep up the good work, this thread is wonderful!

 

[angelkitty7888]

http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=675613

what can i say i'm an anime girl... and i believe this is official art for 'Revolutionary Girl Utena' lovely anime... info on it is here

an excelent video for it is here. (though this is for the movie 'Revolutionary Girl Utena: Adolecence of Utena' not the TV show)

anime music videos are one of my obsessions.... *sigh* my external hard drive has at least 100gb of vids.... i'm a fangirl... laugh all you want

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Keep up the good work, this thread is wonderful!

Thank you my Goddess

http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=675613

what can i say i'm an anime girl...

I consider Anime as art kitty. Some may not but IDC. It is erotic in a sense, drifting to fantasy. The one you posted at the Isle made me freakishly wet (I do not understand why). It was the one with the girls in the short skirts. Let me see if I can link it.

http://furuanimepanikku.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/b86a67c7048a3375511b77e609bae05b.jpg

This is one of my fav AVI's at lit. And yes, I say art. Look at what is there, and consider what it does to the mind.

It's Val Indigo. She has some great work at deviantart. Hey girl, post it here if you get the chance.

I love this one also from safe bet

This is a poem I posted under my pissed of poet alt. I post as nofaceinthemirror sometimes.

I kinda screwed up the next to the last line.

This is a pict of Gia's I saw yesterday and it made me think of a sticky pussy.

http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r16/GiannaVenus/Passifloraincarnata.jpg

 

[Gi_Venus]

Thank you my Goddess



I consider Anime as art kitty. Some may not but IDC. It is erotic in a sense, drifting to fantasy. The one you posted at the Isle made me freakishly wet (I do not understand why). It was the one with the girls in the short skirts. Let me see if I can link it.

http://furuanimepanikku.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/b86a67c7048a3375511b77e609bae05b.jpg

This is one of my fav AVI's at lit. And yes, I say art. Look at what is there, and consider what it does to the mind.

It's Val Indigo. She has some great work at deviantart. Hey girl, post it here if you get the chance.

I love this one also from safe bet

This is a poem I posted under my pissed of poet alt. I post as nofaceinthemirror sometimes.

I kinda screwed up the next to the last line.

This is a pict of Gia's I saw yesterday and it made me think of a sticky pussy.

http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r16/GiannaVenus/Passifloraincarnata.jpg

Love it. The poem I mean. lol

 

[SexyLatina19]

And it is a mind I love Jellybean. I truly love you.

I love you too mamacita. But you already knew that.

It's funny how we think alike. I saw that painting several times and i looked for the artist but i couldn't find it so i didnt post it. I really liked it too though.

Keep up the good work babydoll.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

I love you too mamacita. But you already knew that.

It's funny how we think alike. I saw that painting several times and i looked for the artist but i couldn't find it so i didnt post it. I really liked it too though.

Keep up the good work babydoll.

I ran out of time today. I'm looking for a splendid poem by Chipbutty. I'll post it this evening. Plus some art. Chipbutty is a great poet who has some work at lit. But right now I can't find the poem of hers I desire to post. Hmm, where did I put that thang???

 

[Dr_Genome]

I'm out now.

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

 

[THROBBS]

Esperenza suggested I cum here and post/play.

I don't have much "queer" art in the sense of being "gay"...a bit of "lesbian"... I suppose the viewer can imagine "bi" in the hetero depictions or threesomes? And I don't THINK transgender has cropped up in any of my work.

So...with all the disclaimer out of the way.. I'll "run what I brung" (as they say at the race track).

thank you, Esp.

 

[THROBBS]

Ah... this is really HOMO....mono? erotic mono-i-homo?
ah whatever.

 

[THROBBS]

Helping hands for the Brazilian treatment.

 

[THROBBS]

Brazillian. I like the gadgetry.... reminds me a bit of the MOVIE "Brazil"

 

[THROBBS]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

What? it's not your birthday?
sorry about the candle... let me blow it out before it drips.....

 

[THROBBS]

Flower Bed.

 

[angelkitty7888]

You’ll Never See Me Cry


You said you need your freedom
And I respect the lie
And I don’t think you know it but
You’ll never see me cry

You said you’d find your fortune
And left me far behind
No matter how far you’ve gone
You’ll never see me cry

You said you’re doing fine now
And going to get by
But even if you are
You’ll never see me cry

You say you have to leave me
I’m now outside to dry
I won’t try to stop you
You’ll never see me cry

Now I sit alone again
I feel like I could die
The echo of your footsteps gone
You could have seen me cry


Written in '05

 

[Gi_Venus]

You’ll Never See Me Cry


You said you need your freedom
And I respect the lie
And I don’t think you know it but
You’ll never see me cry

You said you’d find your fortune
And left me far behind
No matter how far you’ve gone
You’ll never see me cry

You said you’re doing fine now
And going to get by
But even if you are
You’ll never see me cry

You say you have to leave me
I’m now outside to dry
I won’t try to stop you
You’ll never see me cry

Now I sit alone again
I feel like I could die
The echo of your footsteps gone
You could have seen me cry


Written in '05

*hugs*

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Flower Bed.

AHHHHHHH!!!!!

Thank you Throbbs! Really, this thread is open to all art and poetry, because what is good is simply good. I always have loved the one up there, but for some reasin, with my 21st birthday coming soon I like that candle. Hmm, ideas!

Please Throbbs, return. And talk that redneck Austin into posting also. Ya'll are so good. I can't draw a thing. Well, maybe I can draw a thing.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

You’ll Never See Me Cry


You said you need your freedom
And I respect the lie
And I don’t think you know it but
You’ll never see me cry

You said you’d find your fortune
And left me far behind
No matter how far you’ve gone
You’ll never see me cry

You said you’re doing fine now
And going to get by
But even if you are
You’ll never see me cry

You say you have to leave me
I’m now outside to dry
I won’t try to stop you
You’ll never see me cry

Now I sit alone again
I feel like I could die
The echo of your footsteps gone
You could have seen me cry


Written in '05

You've written a story of pain. And crying helps. It's hard to keep pain inside of you.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

This is mine

Dedicated to my mentor, mismused.

http://i908.photobucket.com/albums/ac290/esperanzahidalgo/Illustrated%20Poetry/Thismentor.jpg

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

chipbutty

is incredible. A top poet. I've asked her permission to post some of her work. She's allowed me to post it. I'll post a link in the next section. Her poetry is profound. Much of her work is published.

and still i stare

her hands, her dress, her hair
all fail
to tear my gaze aside

from eyes
whose sadness is a shockwave
breaking over me

they say she's crazy




the somewhere other-looking boy

with filthy hair and mis-matched shoes
eyes soft-focus dreaming blues
this boy is somewhere other-looking

with the mind of a child
and the body of a man
he only knows pleasure
in the palm of his hand
he walks like a sleeper
a smile coasts his lips
and he's treading on water -
a silence in his fingertips

(published in Cold Eels about 4 years back)



wintered

still waiting for the snow to start to fall
you'll miss the bluebells' haze on woodland floor
the sigh of summer breeze across the waves
and let me tell you, watcher, what is more
you'll miss the cider-light of autumn days
their crisper air and sensual delights
their tart perfume and subtle, russet glaze -
you'll miss them, craving only winter's ice


and you and you and you


too soon, too soon, the eagle flew
while you were busy drawing down
the moon into those icy hands,
purchasing one-eyed wisdom
to crowd your poppied mind
until you could no longer stand
but gently tumbled tousled thoughts
to fall asleep in twilight lands,
asleep in the laps of legends.

and, as you dreamt, a river of woe
washed over you and carried you down
to those blasted banks, where the rocking stone
could be toppled by the gentlest touch;
you stroked the smooth-skinned serpent's egg
and, though asleep, you cried real tears
for emotions that somehow eluded you
and for the names of the faces
you seemed to remember
with a distant and palsied anxiety.

and you dreamt you wrote a mystic piece
where vague and shuffling demons danced;
where Odin cast aside his mask
and settled on your shoulders, round
a mammoth task:
a burden irredeemable - a lance;
a lance to bear in diamond jousts,
advancing through the teeth of fear
to seize that chance to win the soured prize.

Methusulah, with his long grey beard
whispered in your sleeping ear
of fools and wise men, sons and daughters
the Devil's love for holy water
of a single, human footprint in the sand;
of the perils of duplicity
the rigours of respectibility
of such passions as can tear apart a man.

and on the sharp infliction of
such sorrows' textured wounds, you woke
with knotted hair and eyes still chasing phantoms;
and even though the darkstream coursed
still dully in your veins, you spoke
of fields of blood and lonely Death's cold tantrums;
and lifelong cravings threatening to choke ...
to strain and break the slenderest of throats.

with that distempered mind you reached
for lightless needles littering the floor;
and, as a stray dog to its vomit, warm,
to poisoned dreams did you return, once more.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

This is her lit thread link

look here

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

This is an illustrated poem of chipbutty's

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Another from her

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

I LOVE this one from chipbutty

http://esperanzahidalgo.smugmug.com/Poetry/Poetry/crumpled-paper-poppies/881354316_hn8fx-M.jpg

 

[Gi_Venus]

is incredible. A top poet. I've asked her permission to post some of her work. She's allowed me to post it. I'll post a link in the next section. Her poetry is profound. Much of her work is published.

and still i stare

her hands, her dress, her hair
all fail
to tear my gaze aside

from eyes
whose sadness is a shockwave
breaking over me

they say she's crazy




the somewhere other-looking boy

with filthy hair and mis-matched shoes
eyes soft-focus dreaming blues
this boy is somewhere other-looking

with the mind of a child
and the body of a man
he only knows pleasure
in the palm of his hand
he walks like a sleeper
a smile coasts his lips
and he's treading on water -
a silence in his fingertips

(published in Cold Eels about 4 years back)



wintered

still waiting for the snow to start to fall
you'll miss the bluebells' haze on woodland floor
the sigh of summer breeze across the waves
and let me tell you, watcher, what is more
you'll miss the cider-light of autumn days
their crisper air and sensual delights
their tart perfume and subtle, russet glaze -
you'll miss them, craving only winter's ice


and you and you and you


too soon, too soon, the eagle flew
while you were busy drawing down
the moon into those icy hands,
purchasing one-eyed wisdom
to crowd your poppied mind
until you could no longer stand
but gently tumbled tousled thoughts
to fall asleep in twilight lands,
asleep in the laps of legends.

and, as you dreamt, a river of woe
washed over you and carried you down
to those blasted banks, where the rocking stone
could be toppled by the gentlest touch;
you stroked the smooth-skinned serpent's egg
and, though asleep, you cried real tears
for emotions that somehow eluded you
and for the names of the faces
you seemed to remember
with a distant and palsied anxiety.

and you dreamt you wrote a mystic piece
where vague and shuffling demons danced;
where Odin cast aside his mask
and settled on your shoulders, round
a mammoth task:
a burden irredeemable - a lance;
a lance to bear in diamond jousts,
advancing through the teeth of fear
to seize that chance to win the soured prize.

Methusulah, with his long grey beard
whispered in your sleeping ear
of fools and wise men, sons and daughters
the Devil's love for holy water
of a single, human footprint in the sand;
of the perils of duplicity
the rigours of respectibility
of such passions as can tear apart a man.

and on the sharp infliction of
such sorrows' textured wounds, you woke
with knotted hair and eyes still chasing phantoms;
and even though the darkstream coursed
still dully in your veins, you spoke
of fields of blood and lonely Death's cold tantrums;
and lifelong cravings threatening to choke ...
to strain and break the slenderest of throats.

with that distempered mind you reached
for lightless needles littering the floor;
and, as a stray dog to its vomit, warm,
to poisoned dreams did you return, once more.

Wow Powerful and tragic