She trips up the stairs, lust shining from her face,
and greets in her bed sweet husband, the lucky heir to her flesh.
(DTL)
and for weeks on end I
sit like a knife in
a jar, waiting for
our trouble to be born
(gwf)
And what of the last things?
Who will contemplate them when
our world comes to a close?
Who will make the final circuit,
locking the door
dousing the lamp
kissing the childern goodnight?
(RSD)
this place aches with pathetic fallacy
and i am numb to it and i feel nothing
Euphorbia a is plant whose sap blisters the skin of humans
regardless of how much or how little it is watered
(JNB)
this place aches with pathetic fallacy
and i am numb to it and i feel nothing
Euphorbia is plant whose sap blisters the skin of humans
regardless of how much or how little it is watered
(JNB)
Imagine hidden rooms in the body.
Open a door.
Here is a room full of tenderness
like the opening of a hand
during prayer.
(jrs)
Standing in the center
Water soaking through concentrated cloth
Cool to the touch; gazing upwards
Trickling down upon my face
Reaching inward; grasping outward
Yearning and dicovering with every iradescent drop.
(mlo)
the lamented sap, flowing ever so graciously from the pine,
shifting and moving in six directions.
i tip my glass and toast to to the tree,
the blood spils on the carpet.
ever so sweetly, it glistens in the sunlight,
its pearly amber glow,
overcomes the light and attracts insects.
(JZ)
Slow to the centre where the Phoenix calls
To the null point of time,
Through all the ways that the world recalls
Where the doubts and the creeds combine.
()
Long after she is weaned
my daughter comes to me,
wounded,
and touches my breasts.
(aok)
climb veiny spire of discovery
your cat's in my hand
you were meant to be free
not like the guys at the meat factory
who will never know this medium
and eat electronically
(dsg)
polar bears snuggly
sleep on snow-crusted icebergs
during a blizzard.
(J.B. haiku)
Joe slurps raspberry lemonade,
in June, on the weathered porch of the homestead,
Thinking about the cranes he saw dying in China.
(btd)
To Whom It may Concern:
I still love you.
Please come back.
Sincerely,
Lawrence Rhodes
(LHR3)
his climate made me feel like the backside of old masking tape
the memory of his pulse had that adhesive quality
just enough to keep me from a full breakaway
made me crazy
(RVR)
[a 'terse verse']:
Monoecious species
Vex sex
Scholar; holler:
"Mental parental
Shift miffed
Descendant's replendence."
(AEC)
Sweat bee bonanza and the richmay have their air conditioners
a solace comes from infesting the honesty of summer's blunt turn
we wake at 3am because sleep's out of the question
in this real heat they've pampered themselves out of
we've confronted our ugliness
we've found an escape beyond bitterness
we've tasted outlaw love
and our windows
aren't rolled up
and shut tight.
(mwl)
All day long the crows
have been cawing their concern
over a lack of corn
lack of corn.I answer them with bread.
(LCK)
There was a young teacher from kings
who could do extraordinary things
(sss)
And thus, coming through
But alas, care, would you?
Cyberage? Cyberminds?Where the poetry resides?
(G.R)
These ancient dreams, forgotten as I wake,
Move down the river, muddy and in flood.
(ej)
Why does that guy
Always wear those green
Tennis shoes?
Damn!
I am sick of seeing
Those
Green shoes.
(TAB)
the sound of bells rung out
sterling in the crisp air
echoed against the alpenglow of mountain peaks
witness to the morning, to the becoming
(R.A.)
fungal dung succession
noisseccus gnud lagnuf
kcalb sretlif etih(w)
asexual reproduction in infected humans.
(w.k.)
thanks friends
for partnering
this thinking
that's an affirmative
over
(HL)
Oh, Alex loves Grandpa, not me.
He won't even sit on my knee.
He hammers down houses
And hates Frilly Blouses
Says, "Grandma, just let me be."
(mads)
as the snow melted and my nose bled, I bent down
grasping the clean knife, I piereced my skin and ended the hate.
(T.H.)
The egg-white rain fell all about us
It washed the sugar from your hair
And the flour from mine,
Making cookies on the hot pavement.
(SBG)
clouds make me dizzy
(AD)
Filling in a spaces generic
"What happened?" is a hysteric
If conformity is such a sin
I've no idea if this poem fits in/
(DMC)
Filling in a spaces generic
"What happened?" is a hysteric
If conformity is such a sin
I've no idea if this poem fits in/
(DMC)
sun lake takesmy breath and shoots it through me like fire
(db)
Once,
when the sun cast a golden hue
upon a single tree out in the front yard,
its rays gently cradling the branches
and limbs with a lover's touch,
I looked next to the tree that enjoyed
the blessing of the sunset,
and I saw you standing there,
smiling at me through the storm door,
leaning against the tree and laughing
in that little way that never ceased to
cause my heart to sigh and swell with adoration
for the only one I could ever love.
Once,
when I sat upon the shore,
the golden sand warm and moist against my feet,
and I watched as the waves would crash and tumble,
climbing just a little farther up the land each time,
I heard your voice,
the way you used to tell me that you cared,
though never in those words,
with that same little laugh followed by that
same perfect smile,
and I turned and saw you sore through the sky,
a bird in a flight of grandeur,
disappearing behind the horizon like a dream.
Once,
I saw you, not in imagery, not in nature,
but in form, standing before me,
open and honest in your beauty, in my world.
I felt your pain close to my heart,
your smiling face holding a secret wound.
Once I almost had you.
(JLL)
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo on!
()
Deep upon Buffalo
a snow had fallen.
A girl stood at the corner crying
matches. I'll light just one,
she thought. There will be two others left to sell.
(desire.street@bourbon-st.com)
she, the colour blue and
i - something red like sex,
misery by this name when asked
"do you understand it?"
reply: no. i never knew him.
(CEN)
...nothing the darkness the darkness is nothing
only the candle standing between us
only the flame dancing between us
the world is nothing
only the candle only the flame
only this dream that dreamers dream
the world is darkness
it's light shadows bathe us
in this time out of time
in this shadowed space
this nothing, this darkness
shadows flickering shadows
only the candle only the flame
only this place
only this dream that dreamers dream
only this...
(vc)
Mouth open, toothy grin
he sits watching
bulging eyes, muscles tense
he sits waiting
poised and ready
for the attack
(SM)
from where i sit
the catbird seat
i hear the birdie
tweet,tweet,tweet
i smell the feathers
hear his wings beat
i step lightly
he won't hear my feet
i taste his flesh--
a wonderful treat
i've stalked him hard
through night and day
for that one chance
to pounce away
now i reap my reward so sweet
of the work i did
to get in the
catbird seat
(SM)
no, body fingers a weak-red
jack until it warms and wanders
spindling
& it losts out in the other metals
(gb)
Desire
clattering fast, far-off, rumbles down deep
rattling old tracks only fools ride.
(LAR)
I'd like to access the collaborative poem that I just sent
some lines to, if it is available throught the Internet.
Please advise.
(vc)
cross-eyed devourer of children
your vein's constricting a lineal tendon noose
taut to my infant heart
(hb)
cross-eyed devourer of children
your vein's constricting a lineal tendon noose
taut to my infant heart
(hb)
words with a little splash fall into the abyss
(JS)
On wings such things as visions fly,
Caressing the face of fear,
But as we sit and ponder "Why?",
We forget to shed our tears.
So mortals fall beneath it all ,
The weight of ancient sins,
We await the day a lonely heart calls,
To rise back up again.
Just once when asked to complete a task,
I wish Zuess would have followed through,
Recently I figured out,
He knew not what to do.
No more gods on Mount Olympus,
Their time has come and gone.
For now the world of common man,
Worships chips of silicone.
All hail to the Web . . .
We kneel to thee.
(R.S.S.A)
blu wrds
gry scrns
whte lies
(ju)
When the rain came the dry ground drank hole heartedly. The thirst
quenched the crops grew.
(AOF)
I am not sure what your journal is all about but I am
interested in anything you know of that is available on the
net about poetry. Such as listings....chat lines...etc..
Thanks.
(Laurie)
set up in the bookstore
modem & MUZAK, the burst of electron commerce
soundex for allophobes, stem cells
ersatz setsup downs in the distance
a-symm ascend
the green flash at dusk
(rmp)
to hear him tell it
it is only by default that he drains his cup
a red-handed angel pinches him until no pain is felt
and they go painting a town sweeping along crimson beads
()
to hear him tell it
it is only by default that he drains his cup
a red-handed angel pinches him until no pain is felt
and they go painting a town sweeping along crimson beads
(GH)
This miracle
Dovetails so perfectly
That sometimes I forget
Cannot cope with a beauty
That asks me to accept
Purple lengthways in the rain
Or anything else that comes
And our desire
But it is the foundation
()
It's amazing how much four years can do to you
And cannot do to you
I woke up to find myself in a different bedroom
Wetting the sheets in an unfamiliar place
(growingd**k)
did you fill my mouth up?
fill it up with dread?
fill with stuff? stuff up my head?
(zha)
take me now that is early,take me now >>>>>>>>>>>>>
(g.c.)
There I was, stranded in a Kansas home,
There was a 13 year old daughter we knew as Da... (pronounced duh)
She stayed home with her father all day,
Listening, Loving, Sleeping, Cyberspace....
Da..... was the computer mouse.....
(JRH)
sun-shining on the summer breeze
will not ease the sorrow of yesterday's loss
the butter melted
(TB)
I am looking for an online electronic book of rhyming words
example: if i told it to search for "glad" it would return:
mad,sad,had,bad etc.
do you know of any sight that may have this type of service?
()
well ok, but it's not at all like chatting
i mean i can't see you
i mean what am i plugging into?
fk it, i'm flying, catch me if you can
"my contribution"? wazzle snorts and piffle gongs
airborne, light speed, reverse gravity, a smile
(JR's)
slower than ever
music and the scent of sex
vanish in the night.
Throw open the shutters, said a voice
(as if it didn't matter)
until you change your mind.
But, we have turned to dust;
the wind blows us across the landscape.
(cw)
I think that I shall never see
Computers compatible with me.
Computers' glowing eyes which focus
On bits and bytes of hocus pocus
Just muddy up the mystery
For uninspired nerds like me.
Windows don't mean ventilation,
Just guidance through the aggravation.
A tiny click upon the mouse
Sends it amok throughout the house.
Computers: New Age abc...
But I'll hang in there, yesiree!
(With apologies to Joyce Kilmer...)
(AD)
My spine curves
in on itself
like a dying tree.
(mdn)
drift, tiny, away with a Carmex tin lid
a puddle, the el tracks, chapped lips,
rusts, slips
tiny: we did
(e.w.)
Amaneca cuando me qued dormido
y una luz inmensa borraba el horizonte.
Vi descender hasta m las ltimas estrellas
y cada una tena prendido a su luz un sueħo.
Entonces comenz la maravilla y me perd
bajo un cielo
por donde volaban ya
todos los pßjaros del mundo...
La oscuridad me inund y entonces supe
que era necesario descender aun mßs
por la ruta de la locura para comprender
cuan necesario es el amor
cuan necesario es que todo tome sentido...
Comprend que deba soħar intensamente
hasta extenuar el alma y el cuerpo
habitar por fin ese espacio donde lo posible
cobra vida.
Y ahora me detengo
mientras una fiesta inicia por fuera
en un ingrßvido, sideral
olvido.
He desaparecido para siempre
y las estrellas fueron mi ltimo cobijo.
Besaron con luz el polvo que soy
y me despojaron del sufrimiento de estar muriendo
en medio de la nada oscura.
Mientras mariposas y colibries cantan al alba.
(Los sueħos de la razn)
upstairs in heaven
shiva and shakti
kept hero awake nights
fuckin' their brains out
(hero)
As I left the room, the film credits rolled on
to an empty house. Light dancing on the wall,
shaped to inform, became mere light, losing
even the news that it was out of focus.
(RER)
Red sweet bazooka
bubble gum - I have not chewed
you for many years.
Now a bazooka means war
instead of a fantastic bubble.
(MHP)
the early bird catches the worm. if your a bird be an early
bird but if you are a worm sleep late.
(jan)
this is a fool's errand
no one knows
whats going on.
(dm)
indigo skies
realm of nocturnal journey's
traversing a map of stars-dancing with reality and imagination
,dreams transforming me into unknown shapes and places
(d)
seal up our yesterdays
the eyeteeth
of the fortunetellers children
are crumbling
(iw)
seal up our yesterdays
the eyeteeth
of the fortunetellers children
are crumbling
(iw)
As the juniper blossoms waved to each passing breeze,
As the sunlight played hide-and-seek with the shade;
My love and I laid together in the meadow
Staring at the sky and looking at the shapes the clouds made.
(g.r.y.m.)
you drop me off, yeah i'm pissed
like you don't stop your mouth and the moment i exert
you cry foul
so off you go this quiet after the storm
and the streets lined with left-over erin
and me, i'm dying to get back here
you knew it. you seen it comin.
and now that it's a perfect ecape hatch out of the storm
you resent it more than ever
and so you say, "i'm outta here"
and gladly i hand over the keys
honey, where i'm goin in don't cost no gas
and i bet i get lost faster than you
and you sense it strong and tell me you'll call
and what would be a good time?
so even as you leave me alone to my wanderings
you want to set a limit, you want to yank some leash.
well, too damn bad kid. i'm outta here
hikin aroun lookin for my graffitti wall.
and this looks like another good place to come in outta the rain
but someday, sweets, i'll have me that wall
and you can come and find me together with my friends
sayin the so right out in the open
unrehersed, unhaggled, unstrut, unprogrammed, and totally unmanageable
and unprepared
and maybe you won't even recognize me
cause by then i'll be somewhere else in this plasma
check it out kid: it's even bigger than you
and that's what you resent the most
i'm gone
(JJR)
There once was a lady from Nantuckett
Who got her head caught in a bucket
(CG )
dog the diamond day, is always repeated.
moist. hello. hoist. freeload.
that signed the descication.
religion and philosophy.
()
and they beckon to me, the lectron poets
sauntering down the infobahn
streamin mercedes screamin past
a friendly crowd i can't ignore
here's me and these infernal blocks i'm haulin
but these guys are free and laugh at my stumbling
and i begin to see: wildpetal here, glimpse of a ray
so i'm leavin that load, catchin up
we've lots of strollin ahead to fetch
(jjr)
Pressing my face on your spine,
I hear the flutters of wings.
(yw)
and so it goes and turns back upon itself,
something taken down, examined, wiped clean,
put back, reshelfed, forgotten until
the next time when it comes time again
to revisit what once was known
and consciously forgotten, the smell of fruit,
the sound of a baby in another room crying,
the rustle of a sparrow's wing or how the wind
itself winds itself around our ears and we can't hear
anything other than our solitude and its roaring noise
and the children in the street, preadolescent girls and boys,
innocence framed by air, vanish
and are no longer there.
(cmm)
"Crimson Vase"
"Crimson Vase
your primrose fades,
there is dust upon the shelving.
The spider climbs
along your side,
and who knows just why he is delving."
The friends, indeed, for lonely flowers
are only but a few,
'cause no one cares for a crimson vase,
though beauty lies in you.
"Time has wrought no harm or shame
upon your reddish tone,
but what has made your glory shine
was forgotten,
left alone."
"Crimson vase
I knew you well,
you were brought here with caress.
They made you shine
'cause your flowers gave hope
to the soul so lost in sadness."
"But the friends you have for those lonely flowers
are now only but a few.
Oh, Crimson Vase
what unfair fate
that now no one cares for you!"
()
A swarm of insects in the swell
of the city,
moving in transit at all times
from sunrise to sunset, these bodily
heavens are in motion.
Trainride, cars commute through the grey
twisted highway,
these dim wakes of progress, eternal
movements from moments....
(A.H.)
so it now comes down to this:
the sunlight melts away and the dark night comes
and the firghtened children shelter under
their mothers' skirts, the bright neon lights,
the mercury vapor streetlamps designed to keep away
those things no one can ever see until
the final moment comes and words fail us.
it is here we hide, thinking we are safe
though deaf, dumb and blind is more like it,
seeking to remain covered as we were once as children
and find in the buzzing of the bees and the colors of
the monarch butterflies, the meanings of life
distrusting that the dark corners where all lessons loom
take over when night comes and the sun succumbs
and the moon rises silently, resplendent
in all of its vanity.
(cmm)
Forced to wake
>From blissfull dreaming,
I hear the children,
Children screaming.
Titanic struggles,
All in vain,
Whithered children on beds of flame.
A Quadrapalegic Nightmare
by; M.
There was no poem to read.
So I wrote one.
(M.)
You don't stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you
stop laughing.
(EP)
I am trying to trace a poem for an old lady
one of her late husband's favourites
can anyone help please?
"Where are they now
go seek the summer's sun
in winter's snow
gone is their race and name
and broken is their bow"
thank you
()
Here we are in New South Wales
Surfing internet and writing tales
out to ride the elusive waves
search for the set then back to the caves
(PG)
Not knowing
before and after
we collaborate in the dark--
(JA)
The end is in sight
Theend is insight
tations to The Renga
(trb)
All these souls
united by a thread
through some space
or other
build up into one voice?
enigma
and I thought you loved me
well I wanted you to be
yearning
Take her pain and spread it out
across the fucking wire
because like a bulb
we'll never burst
together
(KB)
Until Miss Daffodil returns
as I knew she
as I thought she trusted she
well she sd An end
to your wailing, honey. You
forget so fast my coming I must
be childbirth or other
pain to you. I keep
coming the way I keep time
keep my secrets drop by
if you remember
(WB)
curiosity killed my cat
and i'm dying to find out how
(sdw)
In the Correlian corn exchange :)
we exchanged barters for interface :-)
while all wass purged behinde ;-)
glass shutters $-)
%-(
miD life/light turn-ed silently ni...iiin >-!
rain & rampant forces inn-to mellow ssenkrad =-)
:-|
my companinion sa(ys)id:"repeat, af ;-]
teform, retorn - thisss...isss", a-swe sat :-[
at a low table ::
drinking coffees ))
In the...the rawshark light --
(AJK)
Sadly I am lost for words
(unusual as this seems)
for I am never at a loss
to find poetic themes.
Such time has come I must admit
and gracefully decline
to contribute this poetry page
until some other time.
(FIZZ)
Stand here with me
if you don't mind breathing
that little back-wheeze
that punkish rum chat
I am not wine
I am not whole fruit
I fix no salads
But you are the stable
You read the lines
You follow the ripples
My ribbons are tied in your wings
(DJ)
Here I sit facing the screen
bereft of all ideas
cannot describe my happiness
nor yet express my fears.
There's nothing in this empty head
to help me find a way
to write a verse for the internet
...so I'll leave it for today.
(Fizz-T)
Lies still now on the icy floor
his body bathed in blood
my head screams accusations
in a rhythmic pulsing thud.
"You've killed him! You're a murderess!"
but time for reproach is past
I strive to find an alibi
for he is dead at last.
T'would have been me if I had acted
less than speedily
and driven home the breadknife
with less than manic glee.
He'll beat this wife no more
but I'll not gladly pay the price
of freedom from my goaler
for does send my blood to ice
to know that I have killed a man
as evil as this one
but all are still God's creatures
and the sin can't be undone.
(Fizz-T)
The depths of night drench me again
My strange all too familiar friend
I stare at stars too weak to shine
I whisper words. I pocket time.
Find me once more Your watchful one
Sleep on, my love, 'til night is done.
(RW)
house help barrel lift/or
comb, comb
[field][scene: a naked book, a boy, woe & whoa]
[freedom cigarette some back, of the house]
(IMF)
dusk.
and the lights of hopeless cities are persisting in this
the greatest alleyway
'l'Immortale"
the cortigiani whispered in the backstreets
of Milan
seeing you coming
running from the new life
green in the eyes
forgotten.
all of you have gathered here to speek in a silent tongue
we will not discuss politics
no more than we all do always
we will not be prostitutes
no more than anyone else is
you you lying above me
run
and do anything
I will do everything
and perhaps they will speak our language
among the gifted
among the kind
and Life won't become the new latin
sacred to byzantines
mumbled by madmen in old houses.
(AMF)
I looked upon the meadows wide
All dressed in colors fair;
I heard a symphony so clear,
Played in the silence there.
(g.c.)