See, Say, Read, Write challenge: Poems and recordings

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #25

Below the Scarred Surface

You speak of your strength
a past of battles
fought and won
bloodied family
foes and fighters
with calm recollection
because it is what it is
even if it shouldn't have been

You growl your passion
revel in your lust
a controlled burn
of give and take
pushed to the edge
pulsating poetry
raw and rapturous
in scorching carnal celebration

You whisper your love
with quiet intensity
the deeper knowledge
of someone lost and found
breathtaking and heartbreaking
giving words to wordless joy
and losses profound
alive in your vulnerability

Your words bear witness
to your violence
of flesh and emotion
testimony to what was, what is
making art of madness
evidence that clenched fists
are not your greatest strength
and they never were​

Poem by Lyricalli

Read by Angeline
Read by HoneyAdored
Read by Lyricalli
Read by Trixareforkids

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #26

One Love

I've barely seen either of them,
together or apart,
but my mind mingles the images
I do have;
the overlap is not an eclipse,
however, but more a subtle
amplification
as they fill in the contrasting
pieces of each other.
"Shared singularity?"
Exactly so.​

Poem by Remec

Read by Remec

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #27

Friends

Expectant mothers can wait until Monday
to hear Dr. Epstein's words of assurance
he said to himself as he thanked Yahweh
for just one red light to Rahway, New Jersey,

a moment enough to pray and give thanks
for the name, the rank, and serial number
on the dog tags from Sergeant Joseph Murphy,
his gift for Franz when he came to the States

he'll still be wearing, when home for Shabbat,
he'll light the candles and praise his Sadie
for all the wonderful things that she does
before he blesses the wine and the challah,

reminding himself that prayer can have answers
as in the stew from a C-ration tin
and powdered milk from a canteen in Dachau
as if it were holy water for him

much like his glass of Pabst Blue Ribbon
where rounds for the faithful's on the house,
and everyone knows the service by now
inside "Joe Murphy's Bar & Grill"

when Joe and the good Doctor Frankie shout
at the top of their lungs, raising their beer,
so half of Rahway, New Jersey will hear:
L'Chaim! L'Chaim! L'Chaim!​

Poem by greenmountaineer

Read by greenmountaineer

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #28

Three Memory Poems

1.
Lightning snakes the sky
and the ground shakes.
Lights buzz, then flicker
to darkness.

Nothing else shakes me
like the power of your kiss
blurs the lines of our joining,
the taste of your mouth
on mine.

We are wetter than rain
and we ooze like mud.

2.
Good morning.
Your cinnamon hazelnut kisses
are smiley and wet.
We drink coffee in bed
and linger beneath the window
watching the willow dance
a hula, a sweet sinuous
shimmer on the glass.

Today is a story our bodies tell
while the tree is whispering
and bread is baking downstairs,
yeasty warmth rising from the vent.

3.
Come April,
bring your tender shoots,
open muddy mouths in the ground
and wash them in promise,
Baby's breath and Queen Anne's lace.

Come April
and melt the snow until roads break
out in gappy grins. Let me
take off this dark night,
unwrap myself from this bubble
of winter. Let me say Good Morning
Sun and trade my blues for green.​

Poem by Angeline

Read by Angeline

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #29

Savin' Sunshine

Sitting here over coffee
warm thoughts like smoke
filter slowly cross my mind.
Thinking of you dear
wish you were here.

Savin' sunshine darlin'
for some sunless day
neatly filed darlin'
under "s" for stay.​

Poem by Piscator

Read by Trixareforkids

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #30

Tittlings of Inspiration

Melodic
the Muse's voice
lovingly whispered in my
ears ringing softly
as if a choir
sighing

Amidst weaves of golden dragons flying
upending like lazy autumn leaves
my uplifted spirit spiraling higher
upon sheer lingerie fabrics of wind

Counting the silver linings
as I dance nimbly across nimbus
tuned into her intuitive shinings

Not quite singing;
humming to lyre string strumming
Plucked
an unsung magnus opus

Slurping waters so refreshing
trickling from Erato's twin marble fountains
Here I go again
becoming fucked up

drunken on her tittlings of inspiration​

Poem by Magnetron

Read by Tzara
Read by Trixareforkids

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #31

The Silent Mind Still Wants to Sing

He still remembers how happy he felt
last Sunday evening at seven,
dressed for romance and a late dinner,
bow-tied, shoe shined, and smelling

the centerpiece that Harriet arranged
he says to his Harriet who doesn't say
it's seven years she's been shaving him.
He says she's the only woman for him

when she dabs a little cologne on his chin
before he asks for his lunch at eleven,
although there's a full moon shining tonight
as bright as his lovely Harriet is

who freshens the potpourri on his stand
while a clock on the wall tells him it's time
to call it a day. It's seven p.m.
at Berkshire Manor Extended Care

when Harriet rolls him onto his bed,
keeps to herself her name is Diane,
and fluffs an extra pillow for Ben
he kisses good night as his Harriet.​

Poem by greenmountaineer

Read by Tzara

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #32

Temporal Embrace

We come together in moments
as our worlds tangle
into a sphere wholly ours
slipping in time
and making memories
of things we won't do
in places we won't go
embraced in the intangible us
that ignores oceans and impossibility

There is a lifetime in your words
freedom in the warmth of your whisper
abandon soars on the breath of your sighs

The river of you rushes through my veins
and the beating of my heart
belongs to you
in these fleeting ripples of time
that rearrange our reality

Then we exhale the truth
our moment returned to time
so we don't say things we dare not say
that linger quietly in pleasant conversation
or exclaim in breathless silence​

Poem by Lyricalli

Read by DesEsseintes
Read by todski28
Read by gypsyTX

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #33

Hotwired

Hotwired the orgasmatron
headed out on sixty-nine
know there’s nothing up ahead
and even less behind.
Pagination, pixilation
nothing seems to work
maybe just I’m getting old
maybe just a jerk
off that is
gee whiz
can’t ya take a joke?
Lost in smoke
years since last toke
days since last drink
I think.
As ya'll can see
rhyme don't agree
with me,
so back to blank
slate, mate
and the cheque's
on you.
Iambic to the core
commonman’s snore
such a bore.
Straight from the soul
infinite whole
or is that hole?
Wasn’t this
supposed to be
erotica?
Never know
have to go
Now.​

Poem by Piscator

Read by Piscator

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #34

First Kiss

Imperious eyes
claiming timid flesh
rendering command
over wanton fears

His hand
timid to her cheek
akin to a feather
elating her soul

Demure and modest
to rest tentatively
on humbled flesh
tenured to her poise

Quivering still
her beating heart
with his will
to implore

Meek and tender
Upon the lips
Yielding virtues
First Kiss​

Poem by Sinseria

Read by champagne1982

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #35

Remembering

They found him
sitting in the snow, still alive.
His body holding on
although his mind
had given up long ago.
He'd gone searching
for his memories,
those of today lost,
but from childhood so vivid.

Of rosy faced children sliding through the snow,
only to tumble shrieking into the drifts

He'd found his memories
and sat and laughed
with the pure joy
........................of remembering.​

Poem by UnderYourSpell

Read by legerdemer

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #36

Enter Your Submission

Were my instructions not concise enough?

To experience detention in my dungeon
you must first be worthy of inviting

You were to pen a sonnet
both erotic and exciting

And you said,
I'll get right on it

Tantalize me with a titillating poem
Have it on my desk by the end of today
Not to even consider handing me
another Fifty Shades of Grey

So what did you do?

You did it anyway

Numerous gradations of mediocre writing
mind numbingly
delighting in sycophantic subby wubby talk

When it comes time for walking the walk
you squawk the wordage of a rubber-necked chicken
rather than the subtleties of a neo-preening peacock
spreading her majestic plumage
ripe for the plucking​

Poem by Magnetron

Read by Tzara
Read by Trixareforkids
Read by todski28

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #37

Sweet Precious of Ours

A simple golden band
absent a diamond voice
yet truth be told
to behold
twas rarer than a unicorn in petting zoo
when we first stumbled across its

No, my Love
we has no choice
Cannot live life without this
sweet Precious of ours
Gollum! GOLLUM!!
A juicy fish
is what we wish for
and are so inclined
to bash your thieving skulls in with a rock

Handses
touching neckses
reaching out
chokesing you
give it to us
you filthy Hobbitses!
Oh, sweet Precious of ours
Gollum! GOLLUM!!
No crunchable birdses
to sinks teeth into
and we are so inclined ...

... to murder you in your sleep
and take back what is rightfully ours ...

... AHHHHHHHGGG!​

Poem by Magnetron

Read by Tzara
Read by Lyricalli
Read by Trixareforkids

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #38

Your Words Say

your words say undress me,

but you can wait,
suffer in delightful torment
hanging suspended in that lustful moment
until breaking point
where your pussy is so hungry
so demanding
that everything
makes you angry
that the need to be pleased
pounds at your door

to the point where you have to touch yourself
but even that is small relief
like slight rain in 100% humidity
let it build
hang in heavy air

until the moment of entry
is an explosion of
feral needs
when every touch makes the pulse in your skin
burn

until you slither serpentine
baring the gift
of both pulsing holes
for me to pick the plunder
stick the desire
crushing that need
like monsoonal rain

the slight fumble
at the entrance as lips part,
then slight pressure,
it's all about the sliiiiidddeeee.
into depths of feeling that take my breath
make me sweat,
make me ache to take this motion
into perpetual thrust and grind
ram it home,

but I love the tease
to slide the tip of my cock down and over a swollen clit
to hear your hiss,
as I hold the tip of on your lips,
make it pulse and throb
filled with my blood
my want for you,
let you know that I am the restraint,
wait until impatience overcomes you,
you try to thrust back,
to take what is mine to give

and I do in one long slow
T

H

R

U
ST​

Poem by todski28

Read by todski28

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #39

23 Lines in Black and White
Ellsworth Kelly (1923-2015)

I painted abstractions. Our world
stripped of all filigree but form and edge;
a leaf as one penciled line. Here, shadows
falling on some steps in France
became dark bars of paint like
piano keys strewn over an empty
field. Here, the lift and cup of waves
became the shifting rug that is the Seine.

Perhaps most perfectly, these few squares
of color balanced for saturation and
intensity, each one’s hue picked
randomly out of a statistician’s hat—
green, black, white, indigo, white,
cyan, black, black, blue, red.

Nothing could be more pure
for the cones in your head, the rods
together forming images so real
it was as if in Plato’s Cave you turned
toward the divine fire and could sketch
each perfection as it was paraded there.

This was my last, and ever, only desire.
To gift the world some objects
that would simply be what they are.​

Poem by Tzara

Read by legerdemer

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #40

Untitled

I look back
through eddies and ripples
that flow through the discourse
and of course see those things
I wish I could unsee

or unfeel, or even hope to understand
but here I drift up river
the current cut through my best intentions
and I ended where I ended

I paddled hard,
paddle still
strength though is limited
even the greatest of men had their limits
and I'm barely pond scum compared to those
that accomplished something with their lives

Funny how wasted it all feels
when exhaustion sets in
and paddling isn't fun anymore
it's a fucking battle
the current like gravity
always wins in the end​

Poem by todski28

Read by Lyricalli

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #41

New Vistas

She
so like and unlike
me
has presented me
with a view
I never thought to see
Her vista
spread before me
pink mounds and dark valley
patiently awaiting
the brush of tongue
the stroke of fingers
her breath
breezing over my own
soft flesh
lifting and directing
my will o' the wisp
wandering toward her
hidden depths
to drink my fill
from her trickling stream
I dip a tentative digit
and lap her crisp refreshing waters
tasting life for the first time
I am elated and frustrated
that I have waited so long
but no longer as I dive
mouth open to drown
in her pool and drink
my fill of her
as I seek to suck
her glistening center
deeper and deeper
into me
until her ground shakes under me
as she tries
to pull me further into her
Oasis​

Poem by Trixareforkids

Read by Trixareforkids

Yours, Mine and Ours

I know it's attached to you
and you're quite attached to it
but after it's been inside of me
and leaves lighter than it came
that's when its mine to claim
As you lay languidly, salty liquid
calls to me to come and taste
the cocktail that we alone do make
so I slide down your side
following my nose to the prize
of your softened swizzle stick
which I lick and slurp and dip
every bit into my eager mouth
sucking and swirling it about
leaving no trace of what was
yours, mine or ours before
moving on to its fuzzy friends
on who's brine I also wish to dine
and when I've licked my lips
of each drop and drip
I sometimes find a refreshed
bonus swizzle stick​

Poem by Trixareforkids

Read by Trixareforkids


Note: These two poems form a set, per the author.

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #42

No Reservations

Dining on simplified
deep fried
servings of poet speak
I hunger for more
than just an appetizer
fly in the soup anecdotes
or word salad

Though this may where your bread is buttered
I leave your table
wanting

I have no reservations
and the patience to wait out longer lines
for a roasted beast centerpiece
snarling in my direction
jaws ready to clamp down
vice gripping
fangs ripping
even the steady hand
should one dare to remove
the apple from its tusks

As you struggle to chew
swallow
and digest it
real poetry bites back

the harder the better

Real poetry bites
leaving teeth marks behind

Wanting
I get up and leave
this tip on your table

rather than the praise you were starving for​

Poem by Magnetron

Read by Remec

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #43

To my parents' other child:

I wonder, though not often anymore
because rage isn't healthy
how you remember that day
standing by her bed
her ATM card tucked into your wallet
all of us staying
for that last breath
when you fled from the room
seeking, as always, to take care of you
you
you
know what came next
cash in hand again
and again
doing what you do best
(is it still heroin?)

For you, I guess
that day is laid to rest
convinced she'd understand
and forgive
again
like our father did

But, one of us can't forget
the betrayal you'll never outdo
congratulations on your masterpiece
you even made our mother's death
all about you​

Poem by Lyricalli

Read by todski28

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #44

Neverwas

Garlic buttered lobster
flame broiled alive in Hades
burnt crisp like French toast
fried golden brown in baby oil
Twelve gauge cradled between my knees
barrel in my mouth
asking with gunmetal lisp,

Would you Ladies and Gentlemen
please do me a favor?
Promise I'll be remembered for something
more than overplayed melodies on the radio
after I've died
exited this mortal coil

Oh, the show must go on forever
The show must go on
Let the show go on forever

through the never that I was

Poly urethane armpit stains
Trains of reeking subway cars
like smelly sardine cans
packed to the gills with unwashed fans
gathering in the thousands
around my homestead
nightly candle vigils
lingering haze of pot, patchouli, incense

A far cry from my original plans
Wasn't my intention to be dead
or end up another washed up rock star
whose lyrics made no fucking sense

Oh, the show must go on forever
The show must go on
Let the show go on forever

through the never that I was​

Poem by Magnetron

Read by gypsyTX

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #45

Eowyn's Song

Running
I sprint
Dashing into war
Not in want to make a name for myself
Leaving such a fool's misguided folly
To the unrequited sycophantic

No opportunity for despair
Fewer moments to spare for melancholy
Unwavering is the gilded blade
I wield impossibly in the frantic

Charging through the collapsing lines
Fury of the axe upon tin shield
Flaming volley raining down
Death everywhere on the battlefield

Dodging the poisoned tips of spears
Becoming painfully numb to my fears
As I watch yet another mother's son
Die within the prime of his years

A weaving of mist, ash and fume
I choke for breath in the woolen air
Draped across the plain as if a bloody wound
Nursed without any tender care

Too late for any promises to keep
As I venture deep into the foray
To find more of my kin
Have come to lay
Dead and broken

Their fate
An eternal sleep
Blanketed underneath this awful burial shroud
It takes everything in me to carry onward

Lamenting the fallen
And through the tears

I wail aloud

Now you shall taste
The deadly sweet kiss of my blade
Far from being a timid lass
I am no servant maid
The mold of my destiny
Long ago was cast
Forged for this battle
I was made

And if I remain standing
When this darkness has passed
In the fleeting moments of your life
Your very last
If your ego is that demanding
Take it as an insult to your pride

And wear it like a crown
On this very day
You will have died

Under dawning sky
When the morning star comes around
You may shatter my bones
But I will not break
No swinging hammer shall ever bring me down
If any can

In a lifetime spent unafraid to die
And having lived quietly in the shadows of men
Now hear the rage in my voice
My battle cry

Hear it loud
Suffer me now

I am no man​

Poem by Magnetron

Read by HoneyAdored

 

[Tzara]

Poem and Recording #46

Fool To Be

You will of me
My submission
Let me be precise

Be concise with me
And if in trust
It was meant to be
I will give
All of me

Take your rubber chicken
And spread its wings
As it will never hold me
For I am free

Fifty Shades of Grey
I’ll never read
It’s a wasted dream

I am no
"Paint by number" book
Of naked ladies hued in submission
I come with no manual of instructions
No colored diagram to paint your way
1-Green 2-Pink
. . . Please!

I am as my words
The rosary to my flesh
Bound in a written word
In verse and rhyme
In prose and form
As they are me

Raging in passions
Beyond the tempered sea
Preceding in power
To that of a mortal man
Alive to the devil's shame
Damned to his windowed soul

Searing upon my lips
Salted and stilled in bitter wills of sin
Dripping as the blood of my tainted soul
Dark enough to break the world
And corrupt the mentally sane
As I am bound to their pain

Whispered upon my wills
In the longing of a lustful night
Are the words of my life

Bound as a muse
To pen and ink
My heart will bleed
Written as me
Not as a fool to be​

Poem by Sinseria, after "Enter Your Submission" by Magnetron

Read by Trixareforkids

 

[champagne1982]

The Challenge that started the "Let's Hear It ... " thread I think. BUMP!

 

[butters]

completely forgot i'd written black cherry heaven!

 

[champagne1982]

I hear ya sistah.. lol

pardon.

Some good pieces here