Poetry / Poems

These are all so amazing. Thank you everyone who shared in this thread!:)

I have a whole blog full of them, if anyone is interested, let me know I will send a link. I am too annoyingly cautious to post them on the thread though. :eek:
 
Hang from my mouth like a cigarette.
Pull you past my lips and
Taste you on my teeth tomorrow.
The shards cut sack holes in my lungs to
rush you in my blood—every second faster.
Transfuse heat please
exchange your toxins
For mine
Give me wrinkles.

Seeing you is having a lighter flame
Held inches from my limboed fag,
A heat too far to warm—
Paper case around me like a dress
Stayed and unlit.
 
Hold my hand like it's an ice cream cone
And we'll melt,
flavor the sidewalk with strawberries,
sweet and filthy as the sweaty gutters,
soft as the air that holds us.
 
From an Argonaut

You asked me (easy for you to say?)
What are your needs?
what a question - serves you right if I tell you
serves me right if I don't

two days of insanity later
and now I (at least plan to) say:
I would like to be your Non-Monogamy
See?

I want to be close enough
for long enough
to look beneath your eyes without my glasses on
than which no more soft or lovely skin
exists (take the word of one who is this short-sighted)

you said Cold sex with men
and Vulnerability were awful and fearsome to you
well You 'n' Me Both, pal
what I have in mind with you is warm as breath and
constantly sweeter (blush)
gently smiling Hello first thing in the morning
and Take it from there, Karma

•••••

Après La Déluge, Moi

“Your god is a jealous god!” she thundered
“Ye shall worship no other god but me!” she railed
And out of the sky she sent the torrents
For to clean away the higher life.

But the earth god opened his deep, deep pores
And drank deep, saying:

No, you shall not have revenge -
You may not punish those
Who more than gods love Love
What you pour down, I will hold
Life leaps beyond two by two
As each heart sees its doves returning
And each hand is the one that gives
The olive branch, the olive branch

•••••

I'm posting these because I've just been looking at my poems, and realised that two of my favourite love poems I've written are about polyamory (or even panamory, which is another story...)
 
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I deal in these.
A deal was made, hidden, forgotten.
A shiver in the skin at remembrance
As the dancer and the dance
Poet and poem
Seek the ideal in this.

I dealt in those. Too high a mountain, too low
A chasm, too sleek a statue, too golden a dream.
For distances, for distances, for distances with
Unwept tears at distances
The distant poem assembles on the unfinished page.

Ideal.
 
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You

You, by remaining ultimately unknowable
are known.

I, by my acknowledgement of this, become supple,
tender.

They, not being birds, are allowed to fly from pigeon holes.

In being so serious we recover our humor.

I can play at Superman and You can be Batman!

We are not fooled by these long underwear!
 
Desiderata
by Max Ehrmann, 1952.


Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
 
Wed. 11/02/09 19:42 EST
. post #7

For those foot loose and fancy free
young ladies, might I offer thee
a thought called Polyamory;
it might just "suit you to a tee"!

No longer need you lonely be,
nor chained in some monogamy,
committed to monotony,
nor bound to lovers serially,
with this new love philosophy.

For life is short and so must we
enjoy the fruit upon its tree;
engorge its sweetness greedily.

Let's revel in diversity.
Let's choose a better destiny.
Please take my hand and come with me.
 
Thank You

"Thank You" [lyrics]
Robert Plant and Jimmy Page


If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
If mountains crumble to the sea,
There will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all
Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain
Whisper of the pain,
Tears of loves lost
In the days gone by.
My love is strong.
With you there is no wrong.
Together we shall go until we die.

My, my, my.

An inspiration's what you are to me.
Inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles.
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles.
Thanks to you, it will be done.
For you to me, are the only one.

All right, yeah.

Happiness, no more be sad.
Happiness... I'm glad.

If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
Mountains crumble to the sea,
There will still be you and me.


- - - -
 
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Thurs. 11/02/10 13:11 EST
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The Landlord's Daughter

Much has been said of the strumpets of yore
Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score
But I sing of a baggage that we all adore,
The Landlord's Daughter

Oh, her lips are as roses, her wine is a treat
Her whisky is good and her figure is neat
And while she is serving her bitter she's sweet
The Landlord's Daughter

You'll never love another
Although she's not the kind of girl
To take home to your mother

Her ale it is lively and strong to the taste
It's brewed with discretion and never with haste
You can have all you like if you swear not to waste
The Landlord's Daughter

And when her name is mentioned
The parts of every gentleman
Do stand up at attention

Now there's Jane of The Blossom and Doll of The Crown
Pretty Kate of The Garter And Star down in town
Fat Dolly who keeps the Red Heart of Renown
But I'll take the Landlord's Daughter

Oh, nothing can delight so
As does the part that lies between
Her left toe
And her right toe
 
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Tattoo

I want to
tattoo my love for you
in the Earth
so that the gods may know
that I see it well
from the ground.
 
There were two sunrises this morning.
The first was touching grey or blue or green
Wet and distant as the iris
in your even eyes.

Why did god appoint a man to lord my heart
who's eyes will always be in love
with too many colors?

Lying under the first white sun
I told you I would salt my earth
Just to hold you close as two
Can get, to hell with condoms.

Under the second sunrise
sweetest grey and noiseless soft
We fought for each other with our eyes.
deep in this pool of heavy water we
prayed for gravity but could not find the bottom.

She came home tonight.
I swept your house for my belongings
sixteen times
Because I belong to nothing here
Made room for right of way.

She came home tonight
and when you find her rough blond head
in the airport mill
Will you remember holding me there,
our heads together in a constant brown
Like birds from a tired migration.

Now alone, I have only my whiskey and words.
quickly learning
how adults learn to live with love.
Quietly and resigned--
thinking of sugar they remember
the sharp shock on the tongue, but we don't cry.

You're the cinnamon bun
You're the prince impossibility
The fiction of a memory in the hope of a fat dream.
You're the song in the bird on the tree.

And I am calm now.
Like a man, I am calm.
The sun climbed twice over us today and
I had the battle's morning victory so
she can have you tonight
home and tired from the airport,
a woman made of scattered twigs
Shaky with the fear of death you share.

But I am brave and soaring now
Love remembers me best when I sleep apart.
In your arms I can weakly cry white tears
salty as a desert.
Here I am at sunset
a raven on the branch--a color alone.
 
From "In Watermelon Sugar" by Richard Brautigan

In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I’ll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.

Wherever you are, we must do the best we can. It is so far to travel, and we have nothing here to travel, except watermelon sugar. I hope this works out.
 
evocative!
 
Longing

It is said to be painful.
Suffering, says The Awakened One.
But who has looked it in the eyes?
Who has seen it up close?

Hold it at arm's lenghth, and sure.
But sit in her arms! Get closer,
much closer. She rubs your feet!
She whispers to you about flowers.

Besides, hasn't every day begun this way?
He's standing outside the door, cold, knocking.
You're going to stand there in your underwear,
steeping your tea -- letting him shiver?

I let him in and -- guess what? He immediately
kissed me! We were undressed in moments,
sitting beside the fire. It was our fire.
Before, it had only been mine. Too lonely!

It was our wine. Each of us the Beloved.
But this was only the dream, the dream about
naming. Everything in the world is a name.
Everything brightens in silence.

Silence is a name. Raven is a name.
Myself, eachother, kiss, fire....
Show me a man without desire
And I will show you a dead name.
 
The Secret

The Law forbids telling of The Secret.
Well, if money is involved ... but that's
another story. So you know I am underground.
Call me Underground. I will give it away for free.

So here you have it: There really isn't a The Secret.
It's neither hidden nor revealed. It is neither too
close nor too far away. It isn't revealed all at once
and it doesn't take any time to get at.

Isn't it nice to be let off the hook?
 
It was our wine. Each of us the Beloved.
But this was only the dream, the dream about
naming. Everything in the world is a name.
Everything brightens in silence.

Silence is a name. Raven is a name.
Myself, eachother, kiss, fire....
Show me a man without desire
And I will show you a dead name.

Uplifted by you, friend, and grateful.

-R
 
Namaste.
 
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