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Upbringing

So, where's all the new files y'all?


Todski, how about something dark?
bats lashes

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/upbringing

I survived
funny thing to say about
what should have been child hood

growing into adolescence
with this churn of addiction
a rage flame fanned by
praise for the ability to inflict pain


I didn't walk the mean streets
I drank it down
crushed asphalt cigarettes and syringes
force fed
in the ring gloves on tears streaming
fight for your affection boy
the loser is outside for the night
and the winner

oh the winner,
is showered in love and praise
goaded into deriding the loser
it was all about the fight

dragged through glass shards
a patch work quilt of scars
cut, beaten bloody
but never beaten

then when I came of age
I was the mean streets
the glass in face,
the barstool swinger
a harbinger of hospital visits and
blood stained pavements

dance a dance of violent destruction
there were no sparring with words
merely an off hand gesture
could call on a wrath

one of us is going to hospital cunt
I hope you understand the gravity of this situation
because the only time I felt
anything but empty
was when I was full of the mean streets
and driving people into gutter biting head stomps
 
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Let Her Be

Today's 30 in 30, edited


Let Her Be

I don't want to hear about
how you can't afford to care
In the endless stream of
Shit you've seen
My heart
Is in the one
Lying there
While I sit impotently watching
Attuned to her every movement
I know that all you see
Is the clock above the bed
As you measure out your time
And her worthiness of it
In a code on a page
That you'll place
In the growing black book
That has all her vitals
And not a single thing
About the vitality she came with

It's all but gone now
I've watched it fade
In this place if surgical steel
Drained off in endless tubing
As we take turns sitting vigil
Educating ourselves
In multiple foreign languages
That all end with ology
Learning not to apologize
For our ignorance
Which has proven to be better attuned
Than all the your foreigner's expertise
To her particular accent
Though being uncertain
Of the nuances
We did nothing
But land us in this chair
Consigned to
Watching, waiting, wondering

How it's possible
To check your humanity
At the automatic door
Leading into this tomb
Of heartache and despair
Not that I don't understand
At least a bit
The desire to do so
Believe me I do
But no matter how many machines
Are required to keep her body going
You are not one of them
What she needs
As much as any drug you dole out
Is for you to see HER
As a person,
Not a problem
To be solved,
A body to be stripped down
Cleaned, fed and read

Maybe seeing her
Her confusion
Her terror
Her pain
Is too much like looking in a mirror
But if that's the case
Move on
Because this is a place
Of caregivers
And if you can't
Care
You don't need to be here
Where she has no choice
But to be

God!
Please,
Let her be

When read out, this piece almost doubles its impact, powerful write, powerful vocalising, I wanted to cry at the end
 
How?

How can I say goodbye
when my closed eyes
still see your smile
and watch your gray-
hazelled eyes glint
a twinkle at my answer?

How can I say goodbye
when I feel your touch
on my hands as I smooth
them over my scars;
marks of life and living,
reminders of my gifts
of children and my soul?

How can I say goodbye
when I hear I love you
in every corner, with each
breath of wind
and the sighs of my lips
against the pillow
that still holds your scent?

How can I say goodbye
when I can't believe
you're already gone?
 
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Mmm, so glad Todski requested the GIlK series. #s 3 & 4 are my favorites.
The last bit of #4, perfect! God damn perfect.

How, is such a lovely expression of grief, I love that piece.

Great readings Champagne. :kiss::rose:
 
When read out, this piece almost doubles its impact, powerful write, powerful vocalising, I wanted to cry at the end

Agree. I love hearing these poems read aloud because I get where you want the emphases and pauses. And it is very powerful writing just reading it.
 
Agree. I love hearing these poems read aloud because I get where you want the emphases and pauses. And it is very powerful writing just reading it.
Spoken word is amazing. I am the featured poet today at Circe's New Poets' Sanctuary in New Brighton on Second Life. My reading starts at 5 pm Mountain and the open mic is from 4 p.m Mtn for an hour. We'll help you! lol the account is free, just takes a bit of silly avatar building, and learning to walk, etc.

Look me up, I'm Merope Madrigal.
 
Spoken word is amazing. I am the featured poet today at Circe's New Poets' Sanctuary in New Brighton on Second Life. My reading starts at 5 pm Mountain and the open mic is from 4 p.m Mtn for an hour. We'll help you! lol the account is free, just takes a bit of silly avatar building, and learning to walk, etc.

Look me up, I'm Merope Madrigal.
omg.. i suck at time zones. If anyone missed it because I subtracted an hour to mountain rather than adding it. I am so very sorry.
 
Angeline, you remind me of someone, I wish I could think who, but I know it's someone I've heard read poetry before. If I ever figure it out I'll PM it to you :)
To me, Angie sounds a little like Sharon Olds.
 
Mine is up now

Ah! Here we go. A poem of mine (and the accompanying audio recording of it done by myself) is (are) finally up on the site now after being submitted a good while ago. It's called "Feather," it's based on my story "Do You Trust Me?" and it's found here:
http://www.literotica.com/p/feather-do-you-trust-me
Hope you like it! —Smokey :D
 
https://soundcloud.com/todski28/little-death

the crushing blow of a ringing slap
hollows out a cry as she begs
to be taken
slow and softly
enter in millimetres
another slap sour the sweet
interplay the sensation

delicate balance beam
sweetest juice rewards the patient
succours the hungry
ravenous to ravish
strawberry nipples bloom and peek through
the sheerest lace
trace the patterns
hands perch in place to taste the skin
beneath, a small tug
and it rips to the clipped cries
as I slide one deep thrust
inside

coarse fingers on fragile flesh
hardness cocooned
caressed in liquid fire
growl that throatiness
and groan out a whispered
fuck
into my teeth
taste my tongue
lose our thoughts
loose our beasts to meet the other
dizzy is a frame of mind
gasping is for the living
till la petite more
claims you
again and again
 
https://soundcloud.com/todski28/how-did-we-get-here

Goosebumps raise little erections of
hair follicles as breath touches
softly at the nape of your neck

trigger a shiver reaction
vanilla scented satin doll softness
hands grip your wrists
fingers mould in delicate peach
take the shape of fingerprint forensics
purple hue of lovers bruises
to bloom tomorrow

teeth sink into bliss tasting flesh
tease and kiss
slide and glide to the line of jaw
lips mash together gentle
abandoned in twirl of
unplanned exploration
clothes discarded like so much
windblown nothing

hip bones fit my hands
I lift
legs flung round
pelvis ground wet patch
tanned hue of summers touch
skin gilded in golden tones
muffle my mouth with the taste of you
deafen my ears with your joy
coat my fingers in paint so I may
trace my name upon your thighs
treat me with rapture in your eyes

watch the rise and fall of mounded breast
gasps and breath heave from your chest
test my linguistics and tongue dexterity
as we chase the race for running water
my hands knead and need the feel
of calf muscle tense,

toes pointed
dancing invisible high heels
running in mid air, hands in my hair
God's name on your lips
face red as molten metal
the clench and tense of vibrating fury
hold the pace the line of sight
you start to fight the pleasure intense
overpowers all sense of reason
with uncontrolled abandon you boil over
the taste of you better than chocolate

I cup the rise of pubic cleft let you feel
my appreciation as you rest
palm hot on panty tanned lines
your hands run up and over
caressing yourself as if to ease and settle
the sensations running through every
nerve
 
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