all of a sudden passion suddenly

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similar to the old, "writing live" thread.
Poems written with no time restrictions but
complete ASAP, submitted and then regretted.
no copy pasted, no mushrooms on the pizza.
no rewriting!

Like life. It's sudden. It's all passion.

~smithpeter 2/23/03


Past Passion Lives Here
 
All former passion swept away
in a twinkling of an eye,
our past no longer intermingled
with those now gone.
Just grey and bitter tears,
for that one exquisite touch
that made my body sing
and yearn to possess
and welcome you within.
 
forgot a heart could feel so big
inside a cage of bones
ribs confess their lack of space
and breaths are turned to moans
 
A favorite poem burned:
firefly down,
SOS,
MAYDAY MAYDAY POET REPEAT.

Whiskey, Tango and Foxtrot us,
We'll drink and dance along.
 
Raise a glass
tequila sweet
sour twist lemon

memories created
in two different times
poetry moves
on,
from their fingers
to mine,
theirs to yours
and those to ours

a toast to
what writes the
future may hold
and to those
the past has told
 
the past is only halted at the falling of the barrier
still there
for the wanderer
the traveller
the pilgrim

it is not gone
a memory
to fade with the untending
sad petals scattered on wet grass

candles will still burn for those gone before
for those keeping vigil
 
ramble on pilgrim man
through worlds that turn
then turn again,

steady your hand
the fate you make
by wandering,

quest a questing
question, query
all you see

become a learned
pilgrim man
think and work toward
the answers to the questions
you are bound to seek,

time warps your youthful
frame as shoulders start
to droop hasn't quietened
down your mind,
though your vigour has lost
a loop,

onward and upward,
as climbing takes it toll,
the view at the precipice
worth its weight in gold.
 
Lollie, say it slowly
two strokes of tongue
on teeth,

who would have
thought that unwrapping
your plain packaging
tasting that little bud
would tingle tantalize
tease my mouth so,

small nibble, no biting
want to let it dissolve
so I can experience
the joy of every last
swirl in my mouth,
a treat in the core
as it explodes
the juice so sweet,
a delicacy I cant help
but consume slowly

lollie dissolve on my tongue.
 
she called it desire
I called it a place to sleep
not that I minded
it was after all
a fair exchange

my bed was comfortable
better than the last bus home
she demanded theatre
I wanted reality
this was, after all

just a fuck
 
embers pound to dust
emblematic mistrust
can't trust a fire to
not start
again in the heart
of the pit it sits
so it must be
ground beneath.

the ember that dies
mine, the boot
that crushes
me to ashes
and soot
yours,
inside the foot
that I would rub,
now the heel
of my snuffed
out fire,

I was never a liar.
 
Fuck Facebook

every photo she posts of you
shoots invisible Holy lust alert,Batman!! lines
deep into my defenseless flesh
tugging with a sharp
See me, remember dart
that bleeds into an ache
Not because lines tie us

But because they do not
 
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Surely,
There has to be an easier
way
to tote, emote
or float a metaphor
junk words
heard in the absence
of real words
lines blurred,
deferred, this is absurd

I know not how to show
too slow, tell what I know,
to grow what I am writing
or rhyming, need the right
timing
for it to sit tight
flow right

Does any of it really matter
any way

what is poetry besides
expressions of thoughts and desires

obsession that tires, leaves
you wired,
conspired to write
something worth saying
not just play with words
this way
to stay the slight
in impending night the four

am glow of a screen
entrancing the eyes, still, tries
brain fries in twisting ties
mind flies as it lies to itself
doubting mental health

idea on shelf too high to reach
that dangling peach
promise of sweet
succoured release, sours
in the glower of sons rising
hour and still
I haven't said anything
Or
Have I?
 
...
idea on shelf too high to reach

. . .

I haven't said anything
Or
Have I?
said so much and said it well.
liked the one before this, too. sorry, tired now, but lots going on in your writing right now makes it interesting to watch.
 
every photo she posts of you
shoots invisible Holy lust alert,Batman!! lines
deep into my defenseless flesh
tugging with a sharp
See me, remember dart
that bleeds into an ache
Not because lines tie us

But because they do not
..
Good to see you. enjoyed this one
 
so much I miss
in all of this,

so many questions
with different answers

a dancer pirouetting
leaping about the stage,
can't figure out
where she will end next
even with gravity, and physics
on my side I am lost.
it dances there beyond
then beyond again,
contain it, restrain it
try to reign it all in

can't control the flow
accept the tempo
and just enjoy
 
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back arched tight
compressed
the weight of
passion pins you
down,
but pounds up,
thrashes
throws you about,
smashes the senses
in your restraint
you are free
no need to think
embrace it
take it all
give back with
the power of release

tension puddles
onto the sheets,
legs thump noisily
revibrating springs
eyes closed
fingers to breast
feeling the beating
of your heart
 
tides shift
seasons shift
exposure induced
running lines in the sand
effected by the ripples
of the change,
petals bloom then burn
summer heat hits
hard,
water sucked from the air
cracked lips thirsty stare
there is an ocean to drink
from
but
in all this water
you die of dehydration
 
Infidel

tactics should be versatile
manoeuvres gentle but probing
strategy is an art form
composed like music
agile and sure footed like dance

indulge in a little distraction
a little oral jousting
a compliment in her ear
a slight of hand
to remove her rearguard action

should you notice a little collaboration
fraternization with the enemy
a longing for conditional surrender
a lifting of her rump as way of invitation
fuck the foreplay, storm the citadel!
 
Cad

I wonder what you think I think
when you turn and walk away
that I'm sad to see you leave
what pleasant company you've been

did I find you elegant and chic
or how endearing I found your coyness
and do I think of what you think of me
as you smile and take your leave

wondering if you found me handsome
or whether you found me incomplete
like something the dog brought in
a wife threw out

a scruff that smells like a tramp
with manners picked off the street
well all I think about is my cock
and would you enjoy it like your sister
 
masculine thoughts penned,
I have thought these things,
done these things,
self aware enough
to know it's wrong
horny enough to not
care in the slightest

all he did was say what we were all thinking
 
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conditioned

each morning you are up
complaining with the dawn chorus
each evening you return
neither richer nor wiser

like the cows in the field
instinct governs your actions
milking time is fixed like a tether
your cud chewed by the clock

you head for the office
no longer questioning the point
of your daily routine, to do so
would render your life pointless

I simply wait on your return
to beat me about my ears
how difficult your life is
and how easy is mine

each day I want to say
we all have a hard luck story
some of us have read the book
and changed the plot

ask yourself why you do what you do
not why I don’t do the same
I asked myself some time ago
no longer to be your validation
 
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it creeps in
while you sleep or
while you wake
all faculties unaware
until you taste the bile
in your mouth
heaving retches
pooling strings of saliva
wracked with shudders
it smashes your children

I am immune to the attack
but not the fall out
Fuck you and your silent assault
 
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