New Poetry Recommendations

[jthserra]

Hello Wednesday New Poems...

So I was a couple of day's late with the Mamas and the Papas... (Wednesday, Wednesday... from last week... oh forget it, it was kind of an inside joke).


Today's poems -- well, of the 20 new poems today, only 6 really grabbed me and they grabbed me for various reasons.


The second to last poem listed was Image's Anymore , a simple poem that had such a smooth rhythm, I found myself gently guided through the poem, take a peek:

"I want to run away
like when I was eleven
and would have hitchhiked
To Woodstock..."

Read this one outloud and enjoy the flow.


Ahh, the big green E landed on illustr8rrr's limerick, His Side of the Story . The form is a bit off in places where it doesn't need to be, but the rhyme works and Laurel obviously liked it so what more can I say.


Hmm... this one, well damn, it depressed me, ringing so viciously of the truth that has struck many, many people. As 1201 mentioned in a comment, I was reminded of Auden's "The Unknown Citizen". DCPoet44 brought us a tale of the The Average American Achilles Heel:

"when there used
to be a blue-collar family
that used to live next door
for seven years
until massive layoffs"

The pacing seemed slow, which added to the dark clouds in this poem. I must admit, I did like Auden's rhyming version better, but then he had over half a century to work on the poem...


My Erotic Tale took an interesting step with his tribute to the blind samurai in his Zatoichi Monogatari (Blind fury). I found myself confused as it seemed the best lines in the poem were not original... or were they? He put a number of lines in quotes, one of these "A falling leaf does not hate the wind." was borrowed, but without a source listed. Another line: "Perhaps a falling leaf does hate the wind." seemed an original twist to the other saying, leaving me wondering what lines were quoted and which were original lines in quotes. While the poem had some punctuation things here and there, I truely feel this poem needs some more annotation regarding the quotes. The poem is a nice tribute, but you've got to cite your sources.


echoes_s brings us once an introspective poem that starts out with some interesting images, but then slips a bit to abstraction, more telling than showing. The poem expresses her point, but it is so much more eloquent in the first two stanzas. Abstraction or not, read this poem for a telling look within the poet and yourself. Take a peek:

"This ethereal faerie
glowed within stars' reflection,
raindrops of minute
galaxies falling,
whispering against
each unsuspected cheek"


And now, the last and my favorite of the day... in a beautiful, imaginative erotic poem Flyguy69 whispers: I am Steam. Read this stunning poem:

"I am the steam
that rises from her morning cup;
the wet touch
of trembling tips."

Take it from there... it is a wonderfully sensual.


Well, I'm off to nurse my cold and my aching arms and legs from my trip to California with my daughter's high school band... Go read all the New Poems and find some gems of your own.

And hey, let's be poetic out there...

jim : )

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday March 10, 2005

There are 20 new submissions on this second Thursday of March, and I have one non-erotic "spinner" from the past.

For today's blast from the past I found a poem from May of '02. (note: I found this poem and wrote these words last Thursday before the March contest was announced. . . "grate mines". . . ??)

It took six spins to find this poem by smithpeter

smithpeter was Doug Gamrath when he was at home, and quite a few other personas online. As such He has over 800 poems posted on Literotica. He left us far too soon. Doug was a poet whose talent and insight is missed by all who knew him or his work. (And if you don't, click on smithpeter and go learn how much you have missed.)

the swing

by smithpeter ©

you are standing outside a room
suddenly

without warning blinds open to play,
your fascination with brown eyes
slips into your left breast pocket
heaving

no serum can help,
no squad of marching fire fighters,
an organ joins the contents of your
heaving

needing trimming, weed eating,
the terrain about the hexagram
swims with weasel flesh
interested in your snowy ankles

kick out to rise, escape,
tuck under to trace the arc back
loose skirts were made for swinging
thighs acquire wind

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I have read all of the new poems posted today and, of the 20, I cannot find one I want to recommend as a "must read". None, in my opinion, rise above the others sufficiently to warrant a specific mention.

Today is a most average day. Nothing above 3 do I see. You may go and read and disagree, (If so, please state what you like and why right here in this thread.) but if you want to read some very good poetry today I suggest you go browse through smithpeter's poems and get ready to start writing an entry for the March Poetry Contest.


So that's it for this Thursday, no favorites from me. If you do go and read today's new listings on the New Poems page, remember to vote, comment, and send feedback.
Our poets need your support.

Regards, Rybka

 

[My Erotic Tale]

There are 20 new submissions on this second Thursday of March,
**********

I have read all of the new poems posted today and, of the 20, I cannot find one I want to recommend as a "must read". None, in my opinion, rise above the others sufficiently to warrant a specific mention.

Today is a most average day. Nothing above 3 do I see. You may go and read and disagree, (If so, please state what you like and why right here in this thread.) but if you want to read some very good poetry today I suggest you go browse through smithpeter's poems and get ready to start writing an entry for the March Poetry Contest.


So that's it for this Thursday, no favorites from me. If you do go and read today's new listings on the New Poems page, remember to vote, comment, and send feedback.
Our poets need your support.

Regards, Rybka

Thanks Rybka (cool poem)

thanks for the comment jim, I am sorry you were confussed, seems I do that to you alot, I will be sure not to post any more confussing poems on tuesday <grin> I recieved several Zatoichi fans who seem to understand, I was glad so many felt the wisdom this charactor bestowed, I only hoped to share it with you all and the quotation at the end explained all that, but I have a point I learned from this, perspective. My perspect was that I ASSumed every one knew ichi san, sorry, he said all those wonderful and wise things in the QUOTATIONS in the movie explained in "quotation" at the bottom.

Perspective, jim saw my poem from his perspective, <big grin> and Rybka read a poem by a very good poet and then went to read the reviews, well that's like eating a fat steak and full meal deal then going grocery shopping hehehe!

okay thanks for this opportunity Rybka,
I read some of todays poems and found a couple I liked I still have about half yet to read, but here is ...

NEW POEMS REVIEWS
for Thursday 10, 2005


I would like to bring attention to a couple poems,
since Rybka offered, <thanks>

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My Lighthouse by chezcubby1

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As a lighthouse shining beacon warns the sailors of danger,
you are my lustrous beacon within the darkest night.
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I felt the concept of this poem
was delivered very well and I loved the way
the poet described their lighthouse
as being a guiding star which was inturn
their love/hope.

I also have a question, when the green "E"
is placed first on the new poems list I always
assumed the first poem on the list was the editors
choice for the day, is this true? Seems right!
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In the Trees by Du Lac

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Within the truth, lies are found.
Forever dig beneath your ground.
In the trees, soon you hear,
A spirit wise, oh so near.

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Well, I like wisdom writes, and this one gives a gift
in words about all that is our family tree and the
right to breath thanks to a tree, this one is partial
to me because I watched it grow <grin>
Some of you may have to <smile> but the
family tree of poets here at lit are inspirational
and thanks to all for sharing your writes and time.
The Lit Tree <hehehey!> Thanks Du~
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Last Time by
SweetVa

Okay this one was just plain cute, hehehe humor
is good medicine, right Rybka? Perhaps not a
super dooper poem but a nice chuckle.
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gonna go read some more, <grin>

"Perhaps a falling leaf does hate the wind" <smilin'>
a quote by Zatoichi san

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Another

Okay I'm a man
and this poem got to me <big grin>
I never met a man that didn't like a blow job,
or a pez <grin>

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Pez candy by FieryRedhead30


clip~
Pez is like a
Blowjob!
Push,take and suck


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The Story behind the Pez candy poem The Thread
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[Du Lac]

Thursdays pics by Du..

Damn Art you beat me to the ones I was going to mention... so.. besides the ones listed below.. I also would like to include..

Darkening Hope Dndjsp

Very strong emotions ripple through this poem.. I felt so alone, so needing to be loved.. and unvieled fear.. nice work
Du~

Pez candy by FieryRedhead30

I also found this cute creative little write so much fun...

Now my pics do not always contain the "perfect" format.. nor do they shine like the north star when placed next to A Wallace Stevens etc... but to me they all shine...

If I find a middling poem.. I try like hell to find something good about it.. if the poem made me feel.. then to me it is good...for me! And I point them out because I believe that we all need to see others styles and how they influence each and every one of us... this is how we learn..

Thank you Art for you kind comments on my In the Trees.. I want to say this.. please look at the date on the bottom.. this was one of my "beginning" poems... so yes it is not up to my usual writings.. it was how I was learning.. and my writings now are how I am learning.. when I stop learning you will find me blowing in the wind ... ashes on a breeze... so until then I learn.. about others.. and myself.. I found that I can not place my expectations of how I see things upon others... for this I do apologize ... but I do think we can be more positive here on this forum... that being said.. thank you to all the writers today and the reviewers for opening my mind, heart and soul..
Du~

Darkening Hope Dndjsp

NEW POEMS REVIEWS
for Thursday 10, 2005


I would like to bring attention to a couple poems,
since Rybka offered, <thanks>

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Lighthouse by chezcubby1

clip~
As a lighthouse shining beacon warns the sailors of danger,
you are my lustrous beacon within the darkest night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I felt the concept of this poem
was delivered very well and I loved the way
the poet described their lighthouse
as being a guiding star which was inturn
their love/hope.

I also have a question, when the green "E"
is placed first on the new poems list I always
assumed the first poem on the list was the editors
choice for the day, is this true? Seems right!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the Trees by Du Lac

clip~
Within the truth, lies are found.
Forever dig beneath your ground.
In the trees, soon you hear,
A spirit wise, oh so near.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Well, I like wisdom writes, and this one gives a gift
in words about all that is our family tree and the
right to breath thanks to a tree, this one is partial
to me because I watched it grow <grin>
Some of you may have to <smile> but the
family tree of poets here at lit are inspirational
and thanks to all for sharing your writes and time.
The Lit Tree <hehehey!> Thanks Du~
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Last Time by
SweetVa

Okay this one was just plain cute, hehehe humor
is good medicine, right Rybka? Perhaps not a
super dooper poem but a nice chuckle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

gonna go read some more, <grin>

"Perhaps a falling leaf does hate the wind" <smilin'>
a quote by Zatoichi san[/QUOTE]

 

[twelveoone]

Carthage
by BlackShanglan
A person I am not real familiar with, certainly a poet to watch out for. Leaves the reader to fill in the details, instead evokes a feeling, so well.

 

[impressive]

Don't want to step on the Friday reviewer's toes, but feel the need to mention two of today's new poems that I found interesting.

Angeline's Memory Like Glass is exquisite.

And while I have some punctuation/phrasing issues with ishtat's Five, the feelings it evokes are intense.

 

[ishtat]

First Time

Thanks Imp for your comments on "Five". It is a bit head turning for a debutant like me to be mentioned just a breath away from Angeline's "Memory Like Glass" which I have just read. She and it are terrific.

Sorry I haven't figured out how to do links yet.

 

[WickedEve]

A few more Friday poems

Yellow Inbetween
by Du Lac

A yellow ware mug, purchased for you,
Sipping, warm, rich coffee,
Lips meeting on a shared rim,
Dissolving the in-between.

Encapsulating blond shower,
Fluent hot water rolling over goose bumps,
Sitting, looking up, your manhood alive in my mouth.
Watching you float inbetween.

Many poems may need a little tweaking, but even if this doesn't get tweaked, it's still worth a read. Lots of nice images here. I really enjoyed this one. Comment and vote.

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Matchless
by Angeline ©

In this version
when she was cold
she struck a match
not to burn a blossom
of remembrance,
but to flame the raveled
sleeve of care to ashes.

This is a good poem, and I love the above stanza. If you're even a little familiar with Angeline's poetry, then you know everything she writes deserves a read.

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Soul Slipping
by impressive ©

sine of our times --
parallel passion in soul slipping symmetry;
the acute pleasure-pain of love
raised to the power of two
and multiplied by the potential energy
of tangential torment

Here's a poem for your mind to play with. Good job, imp.

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whore in metaphor
by blackvelvetgirl ©

This is an intriguing poem. I'm fascinated with these two stanzas:

I watch you from behind a ciggarette,
Still smelling you on fingertips-
The girl I made another shade of red,
Was my own undoing, she was yours.

Walk down stairs at night and bleed-
The remenants of me falling onto tiles.
I'm still laying with your chains,
Wishing you'd lost the key inside you.

Give the entire poem a read and let me know what you think.

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[My Erotic Tale]

NEW POEMS REVIEWS
for Saturday 12, 2005

There was a monk named Ho Chow
Ho thought he was a better monk than most
and excelled in literary writes and meditated
a tad bit longer than the other monks. In his mind,
his world, he was superior, every one just excepted
monk ho for who he was and when monk ho
died they put him in a hole, like everybody else.

We are all equal, just different
is a man with no eyes less than a man with no ears?

I regret I don't have the time to spot light all the
poems. Blame that on the fishs in the skillet <grin>
But before I begin let me say I will read
all poems and I doubt that I will find a bad one <grin>


Now let's read poetry ......
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Ripple Effect by Seeker n Finder

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The ripple of blessing you started,
is now a wave of grace.
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I had to read this simple little poem a couple
times and got the feel of how the poet wrote
this repetitious poem that works. The ripple
in the poem was very clever or SIMPLY
marvelous.

Slumbering Angel, another poem that posted today by Seeker n Finder

Human Condition a ryhming cutie~
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Summer Interlude by brillobob

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and our fingers tease her nipples;
little bumps, rise like Braille dots to be read by fingertips
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I love sign language <grin> this "Erotic"
'trailer' (mpg 10 second clip) has it all
action, erotic, suspense, playing with body
parts <grin> and then action, or lack there of!
Cute, witty, and tantalizing read!

also by brillobob ...
Seeing

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Abandoned by dcpoet44

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it didn't satisfy his curiosity
and returned the book
without pursuing something
more to his liking
and became a follower.
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I like witty poetrey and this one was very
clever. I couldn't read enough when I was younger
hey look at me now, still reading <grin>
a very interesting read, each may see this one
DIFFERENTLY, but I think we could ALL
agree that this poem was worth the read.
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Brigids Bed by Du Lac

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Riverbed erodes entrenched in worry,
Listen to the ancient heart
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Witty word wizard The Du is. This poem
drives reality to the surface of the crusted
planet that with stood what the Brigid Du <grin>
in ...Brigids bed.

I always found the word Goddess ..."Erotic"
and then warrior made me smile <Grin> this
poem is filled with learning, yearning and a
spicey tail, ..I meant tale. <grin>

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Pop Rocks by Fieryredhead30

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A package and a woman
Two edible treats indeed
Pop rocks and pussy
To fill your endless need.
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Laughing my ...ask me to party with you sometime
hehehe that would be ...well now I gotta try this
or does it say on the package please do not insert
into a vagina do to ...a hungry mouths lapping? hehehe
this was very cute and a good humor poem. Oh yeah
erotic in there too ...or ...just plain fun!
Oh and the Pez blow job ...hehehe
puts a whole new perspective on eating
Candy~
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An Artistic Interpretation by chezcubby1


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I’ll capture your spirit on my canvas,
My artistry’s delightful play in tincture.
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Literary Art with a paintbrush theme
very poetic, lightly delivered like light
brushes from an artist and the lure of
an interpretation, we all see one thing
differently. This is called Art~ <grin>
nice poem~

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voyeur of verse by bluerains


clip~
while some may
consider it cultivated
to
taste our
hosts
crude stories
blue has the zen master poetry touch~
that's all I can say, superb write~
I could best suggest you go read for your selves
and remember to vote and feedback with the utmost
politness.


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Injustice by Elsie Grey

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Be proud of who you are
Not how you look
There has been a great deal of injustice
lately as well as the history of this planet
the topic brings up some great questions
and sure to draw lines in sands with opinions
a very good topic and chewing gum for the mind.

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I probably mentioned half the poems but I really
enjoyed todays new poems, thanks for the journeys

week in review

Andeline dazzled us with Memory Like Glass I think this poem got every ones attention, great write...

I never toot my own horn and won't now, but with
Zatoichi Monogatari (tribute to blind fury) raised more eye brows and questions then allowed the beauty of the poem to grow, but I learned a thing from this and I hope all have to, cite your sources or get cited by the grammar police, that's a for real. Original work or anothers spun off of could offend others most certainly would me to read my own poem in some one elses.

anyway ..then there was the Green "E" by Illustr8rr with His side of the story congradualtions and very cute poem.

Ya'll have a great week, write and read poetry,
would poetry be the same if there were only one person on this planet, is this an event type or hobby that requires others to make it work, then do unto others <grin> tit for tit hehehehey!

 

[FieryRedhead30]

Glad u enjoyed erotic tale

And to answer your question it works in anything in or out, it is a wonderful sensation for a woman if she is into that kinda thing, But eat alot of candy and it will always make u smile.

 

[Du Lac]

Sunday reviews...

Good morning fellow writers.. and readers.. this Sunny sunday breathes some hope.. the storms of March I hope have passed.. (I personally am sick to death of all this snow!!!) Hence I awoke to a collection of poems to go through. Having read the comments of all this week.. I am combining feeling and actual construction of the poems for the basis this week... architecture of poems...a

Labyrinth of lessons....

with no further a-Du lol.. here we go....

Re-incarnated Icarus seannelson
This work caught my attention because I love the mythical references. It made me go and research.. which is a sign for me of a good poem! I do not like the format of the work, it needs to be tightened up but the message is strong and leaves me wondering .... needing to know more..and undertanding all at once~

Striding deeper into the maze we find...
PC bustle My Erotic Tale

Simplicity here is the key... the title works well with the poem. Many complex emotional and rhetorical issues addressed here (fangy grin) but I like the ending of this work.. it speaks volumes in the message of letting go, as the cat says??? NO????
Quote:
I shrug
squeeze into a slot
rattle my say
turn away

stretch my arms wide
as I turn and look out my window
across the open field
at the tranquil river
flowing by

Maybe I'll write today!
The silence broken when
the cat speaks "NOOOOO"

Eyes now open a corner turned...
The Tramp dcpoet44
quote:
this reputation
carries clout,
and when the clothes
come off,
it's all erotic
and pleasure seeking
at wits end-
*G O T M I L K*

I enjoyed the short lines running down ... and all the while twisting into a vision..
kinky and whimiscal

Stuck in the middle no sign of relief..

Lost Dndjsp

quote:
Confusion, a maze
a riddle with no solution

Passion, a hoax
leading to a shattered heart

This work ran down fast..pain flowing from word to word..
I would like to see some alternate wording used here to describe the essence of the work more... because the emotional quality is strong ... just needs a different stroking of rhetoric to bring forth the picture of originality..

She turns and looks upon the past...lost in the center of the maze..
Ghost of Marriage Past Wanton Vixxxen

Quote:
A door slams
and I blink;
my book of revelations
lying in my lap.
its dust, not I, undisturbed.

Most powerful in this quote... long, long long lol.. this is a strong work that if it is shortened and weaved tighter holds the essence of a very good poem. I always like your works and this one has great potential due to the emotional qualities held in the lines..

Seeing the light at the end of the path...she steps forward with a new beginning..
Eve (Haiku) hellbaby
I am addicted to haiku and to Eve or any reference to her!! I loved the visuals in this work as well as the message. Count is correct and as well as the nature reference...thank you for the read!

So there we go everyone... I encourage all to chase the maze of poetic karma that is laid out for our enjoyment.. comment politely, suggestions of improvement are always a great learning tool... and write!!!
Have a great Sunday~
Du Lac~

 

[Rybka]

One not mentioned yet:

Playing In Traffic by illustr8rrr is another poem you might want to take a glance at. The metre and rhyme aren't perfect in every couplet, but I enjoyed this rapidly reading poem. It's a light twist on a usually dark topic, and the title is enough to make you pause and take a look, which is the primary function of a title from a writer you don't really know.

This fairly new to Lit. poet has some interesting takes on the world. As he polishes his words and hones his voice he will be one to watch grow.

 

[Image]

Today's poems -- well, of the 20 new poems today, only 6 really grabbed me and they grabbed me for various reasons.


The second to last poem listed was Image's Anymore , a simple poem that had such a smooth rhythm, I found myself gently guided through the poem, take a peek:

"I want to run away
like when I was eleven
and would have hitchhiked
To Woodstock..."

Read this one outloud and enjoy the flow.


And hey, let's be poetic out there...

jim : )

Wow
I just saw this thanks to your feedback. I really appreciate your comment. It was never even meant to be poetry, just something I spit out in a moment of passionate frustration...

Thanks again

 

[Tathagata]

Wow
I just saw this thanks to your feedback. I really appreciate your comment. It was never even meant to be poetry, just something I spit out in a moment of passionate frustration...

Thanks again

passionate frustration??
Don't tell me the batteries died again??

 

[jthserra]

Taking a peek at the new poems...

I came across one that strangely appealed to me. To Begin Again by Looking4Elizabeth. The poem is wordy, perhaps could be trimmed, but there was a such a natural flow to the language that it was almost musical.



"You stared at me,
across the existence that exists.
A smile wrapped around your lips,
a longing expression I know from afar."


existence that exists... I wanted to trip there, but I didn't, oddly for me, it worked. The smile wrapped around lips... the expression from afar... I could see it.

Looking4 spun some wonderful metaphor and simile in the poem, some of my favorites were:

"You are a place I know well,
sweet and sour, and crazy.
Like velvet between your fingers,
and sand between your toes."


Though a series of disjointed metaphor, the poet takes us through the memories of a relationship, a relationship that has seen better days... but ever hopeful she continues:

"You are a memory from a time I shouldn't know.
From a place I can't quite place.
I know you.
But not from here.
From there.
And at the same time,
we're together.
Like here.
Like now."


Okay, the short sentences could have extended, most ran over only a single line, but with these repeated hard stops, it still flowed when I read it.

Something here worked and I was drawn into the words. I plan to read more of Looking4Elizabeth. This is another poem to read outloud.


jim : )

 

[duckiesmut]

Monday's New Poems Reviews...

Please insert the usual fine print here.

There were fifteen poems today, and I would like to mention three of them. If another of those listed today tickles your fancy, please post it.

Cause of it all *
by Tathagata

Instant brownie points for using 'profundity' without making it snide or clinical. I loved this on its first read through, and it only got better after that.

She.

It's always a she isn't it?
Who bids the world dance,
blades to bloody, poets to write
and babes to gurgle
at words that mean nothing.

The ellipsis in the fifth <insert-your-favorite-poetic-section-word here> nagged at me a bit, but I loved the climbing trance image, followed up by:

The journey
becomes
the joy.

The 'hollow moan'/'hellish moan' semi-repetition was delicious, as were the final two lines in and of themselves.

Thank you for this one.

Suddenly, craving
by neonurotic

I love the rhythm of this, the way the words flow down the poem in tune with the tone and feel. How sad, that I didn't know what a casaba was before this.

Go read and enjoy this.

Born Again
by seannelson

I could see that turtle in my mind, and you made me envy him.

Two questions--> Why is the fifth line so much longer than the rest, and 'glacially' and 'warm sunshine' at the same moment?

Otherwise, I quite liked this.

*****
Happy Monday!

 

[Tathagata]

Just a couple

I've noticed in the last day or two

The Apple - aiona What appears to be a simple poem has nagged at me for two days now.
I just love the line " Flesh unto itself" and I love the last verse..check it out.

For R - willow rain - Most of the time poems written for someone specific don't resonate with the general public. They are too personal.
This poem has earned an "H" with good reason.
Have a look.


hot - ravenspeak - I've been keeping an eye on this poet and each poem seems to gain in some area.
This one, I think, is one of his best so far...some wonderful lines, the descriptions convey the heat, the sweat, the anticipation, and the ending is...
well go read it.
and keep an eye on this poet.

 

[Angeline]

3/16--Since there are no reviews yet

I'll mention a few I liked.

And one that blew me away--Wicked Eve's bullwhip rose is, to me, one of the best poems I've seen here in a while. You must read this if you haven't yet. It's just amazingly good. You'll see.


I know next to nothing about haiku, but My Erotic Tale's Ti-Chew presents a strong, arresting image. He has another submission today as well.


sophia jane has four submissions today. This one, or, is my favorite, a simply stated piece with a quixotic ending.


dcpoet makes a great point about a Bully. Get a little brain goin with that brawn.


Another must read today is flyguy69's Skyward Eyes. It's rather spare with lovely images and an equally lovely plaintive tone. He's really good, is flyguy.


illustr8rrr, who doesn't seem to care much for Poets who write form poetry, has written a deliciously ironic poem that is, well, kinda formal. It creates an interesting tension.


One last must read for me was echoes_s' Outside of me. Beautiful write from her as always. And I love the last line.

These are just my picks for the day. You may find others you like as much or more. Best way to find out is to read them all--and while you're there vote and comment.


Ange

 

[jthserra]

Halfway...

It's halfway through the week on a day when the day is spent in an equal amount of sunshine and in darkness... It's Wednesday a day that brought just a few poems to review and with only 15 to read, I felt a need to read some more, something concise... a haiku. Now, when I look for haiku at lit I know there's a few places to go, but I've decided to visit poetboy824's page. I stumbled across some of his haiku some time ago and immediately realized he knew what haiku truly was about.

With poetboy, theres no counting of syllables, no overstuffed phrases, there is just the elegant expression of a moment. Poetboy824 knows his Haiku . Read it and his other haiku and senryu.


Now for today's poems... We travel within and without at times and for his poem today, DCpoet44 tromps us through the eyes of a Bully while pumping iron and contemplating girls with big guns and egos to deflate. This bully's buff, but is there more?

"it's the kind
of workout that promotes
the right motivation
when the mind
is exercised too!"


Far away from the Bully's grasp, Sophia Jane looks inside a hidden self. So much more than what most see, she brings us some interesting word play and internal rhyme with: slut . Sophia lookes inside and proclaims:

"She is the whore of me
the danger self
the one who
begs-
fuck me. "

Powerful words... "the danger self" wow... I love that. Read this hot look inside the words of an interesting poet.


Within and without... a look inside and then a look outside. Echoes_s takes a bleak peek outside of herself in Outside of Me . Trying to escape a prision, she nurtures the soil only to have the grass tear rootless from the ground that can't support her. Rushing inward, the sun slips away at midday.

I felt the the yearning of a troubled soul here, so vividly planted with her words:

"under peril and spits
splintered sobs
as the earth shifts in terror
again

'I can’t do this'
she cried,".

A tiny devestation with each waking moment. An excellent poem of fear and pain. Read this poem and shiver.


Flyguy69 goes in exactly the opposite direction with his Skyward Eyes as we are drawn to the edge, and yet, barely balanced on the thin wire we are propelled, rising above all those afraid to dare. Overcoming fear, we walk the taut line, our gaze fixed firmly toward the sky.

"She tests twisted
strands with her sole,
spreads her legs
for balance."



And well those were the poems... but for a few, one of those, my favorite of the day. Faulkner at Lit? In another time and another place it might happen. Until it does, I'll simply let myself swim in the dialect so wondefully spoken by Wicked Eve in her bullwhip rose. She introduces us to Gunter (bullwhip) Rose an odd child, whose very existance could convince you that on occasion, even God can just plain go nuts... I mean he brought us the moon and armadillos, as Eve recants in her poem. I slipped back in history as brothers headed north and brothers headed south, leaving Gunter far behind. Eve even took me to Gunter Texas where I was trying to figure out where her history was leading me. It may not have been to Gunter, Texas, but wow, we did stumble back:

" fields now waiting for sons,
sons waiting for papa's swinging arm.
texas took those sons,
and years later:

"horses rocked us toward that bless-you place.


Well bless me I truly walked to this place. Everyone go read this poem, it is wonderful. Psst, Eve, now that no-one's watching, what is a "shuffalong?" I looked and looked, even checking back into my wife's Alabama country folk vocabulary and couldn't find it.


Well, I guess it's time to just shuffalong now. Take a peek at today's new poems and find a favorite of your own. Have a nice evening... and hey hey, let's be poetic out there.


jim : )

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday March 17, 2005

There are 20 new submissions on this the third Thursday of March, and I have one non-erotic "spinner" from the past.

For today's golden oldie I offer a 'tribe/rant poem from July of last year, the month in which this poet first joined the Literotica community. It took 7 spins to find this poem by DeepAsleep. Perhaps I am showing my age, but I enjoyed this read and share much of the Anschauung of the poem's voice.

As A Porcelain Wrecking Ball


How many angel-headed hipsters can dance on the head of state?
It depends on the poet.
Ginsburg had it easy, when rock and roll songs
Were still written for dancing
No one writes rock for dancers, these days
I don’t think anyone remembers how to dance.

On the road, with the windows rolled down,
The wind smokes my cigarette
Everything is emptiness and
Some part of my blood remembers what it was to rebel,
why it was necessary,
but why bother? All the kicks are marketed,
all the mountains have been climbed
and everything is accepted except
anti social tendencies and binge drinking if you’re not in college.

A mustang under streetlights, running on asphalt
Hauls a load of girls with impossibly long hair,
Every one naked and screaming into the night,
Windy tears streaking their makeup and the chill of the world
Crinkling their nipples into points that should pass for stars.
Each howl as they pass raises my bloodpressure another point,
Until I’m bouncing in my seat, yelling and laughing and shaking
My fist out the window, fooled by nudity into
Believing in the beauty of the world.

Sometimes, we remember to live without fear,
Sometimes, we remember that dancing is more than motion.
Mostly, these things sleep, sung off
By hate and acceptable angst. America is filled
With caricatures of ancient rebellion
And not very many rebels.
I think it takes more than beer and piercings,
Blue hair and pre-fab punk.
You can’t fight with directionless anger
And expect to get anywhere.

*****

Of today's 20 poems 15 of them are listed as erotic, which is unusual. If you are feeling horny you may want to go read some of them. A couple are "cute", some are poor, most are standard Literotica fare. I personally did not find any of them to be exceptional. Here are two of the non-erotic poems I found most interesting today. (Note the emphasis on "I".)

WickedEve is first on the list today with woman, dildos in portrait. A poem full of autumnal imagery, wildlife in the woodland, and no capitals. I find this poem unusually inscrutable for Eve. You will have to read it to see how easy it is for you to fully grasp. It starts thusly:

we prefer autumn backdrop,
leaves like woodland frolic.
oh, how i carried them over brook,
through underbrush. we collapsed
as though from treetops.
. . .

The second poem that caught my eye today was Facing Water by Syndra Lynn. This work captures seaside encounters vividly in very short lines.- No problem understanding this one! I can see the sea and smell the cocoa-butter. It reminded me strongly of tourist vacations on Caribbean islands and made me long for winters in Antigua again

smoke swirls
laughing eyes
crinkled cocoa face
fish at her feet
. . .

So that's it for the Thursday fish fry. Let the chips fall where they may (into the ketchup or vinegar, whatever your choice), but as always, please go and read the rest of today's new postings on the New Poems page and report back with any poems you feel should be mentioned. As you read, remember to vote, comment, and send feedback.
Our poets need your support.

Regards, Rybka

 

[My Erotic Tale]

NEW POEMS REVIEWS
for Saturday 12, 2005

Now let's read poetry ......
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Café au lait Casanova 2
by neonurotic


clip~
After all, a man's wedding ring
is instant girl-kryptonite
and a coffee cup can stay full all night
even though now, it's 'just flirting'.

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neo tantalizes us with a marvelous poem,
an addition, part 2, in a cafe drinking java.
neo views the world with a poetic heart and
this cafe write glows with his wit and charm!

a pleasureable read as always neo~
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Atter of Spring by Du Lac

clip~
Self doubt invades the soul
when separated from the love that
makes us whole.
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Du goes all out with this intriguing write
I was fortunate enough to get the scoop on
the creation of this one for it truely has depth
and some excellent lines. The Du did it well with this one!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
beyond all doubt by dcpoet44


clip~
it doesn't come out
of the bottle.
but damn!!
this is so alive
this very moment
when the picture
of you,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
a cute view of love from an excellent write
from DC, an original style with dc's poems
highlighted topics on the last word seems
to trademark dc's style ....nice poem~

beyond all doubt ...this poet has style~ <grin>
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Rice on White by Wanton Vixxxen


clip~
dedicated well into
moon’s love struck night,
sworn to secrecy
between eyelet sheets
and braided souls
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another poet to watch for wanton ,.,,
this dedication is for all to read with a
smooth flow into the world of "just Married"
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Elements by Image
This poem has the zen master of pen touch~
witty and very well written~
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A Note For No One by tathagata

Ordinary things
cause me to flash
into the real world,
your world,
and just as suddenly
I fade to black,
scene change,
and my stage becomes shadow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Nick nack of a poem,
the shadow ghosts, and the attic treasures
are the tools of the lure in this clever write.
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that's it for the new poems list
the list was small so everyone please read
vote and comment on these delightfull reads.

Gone Fishing~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

 

[flyguy69]

This poem may have slipped by on Friday. If you have not read the first poem So Tell Me... by new poet Agni, do so. It is an interesting use of form and clever images.

 

[Trent_Dutch]

New poem reviews. Tuesday 22nd March.

There are 32 new poems in total today, with an almost 50/50 split of erotic and non-erotic. I’m not going to bemoan my lack of free time anymore, and instead will plunge straight in, and try to get as many poems reviewed as I can (or at least review as many of the poems that I see, at least, the growing, glowing light of redemption in). I’m gonna steal a few things from Rybka here, though. First off I would like to make a statement to the effect that these are the poems I found interesting/engaging/absorbing. Please feel free to disagree (but bear in mind I’m stubborn as an MRSA infection and half as friendly, so don’t try to change my mind… unless your offering bribes).

The second aspect I wish to steal from Rybka, is the non-erotic spinner from the past. Believe it or not, but it was my first spin that brought 'walking pretty in ankle weeds' , by smithpeter, to my attention. Now, I know that I am young, inexperienced and practically bubbling over with apathy, and so am terribly unfamiliar with the vast majority of work that is on Literotica. Hell, not even the March poetry contest thread got me interested enough in smithpeter to make me go out there and look him up (I don’t really follow recommendations. Funny that, as I seem to be doling them out once a week here, but what the hell…). But, when I took the spin, I started to read the poem without first reading the author, or the title… something about that first pair of lines just got me hooked (I don’t have to look at my zippers, I know there all YKK’s, I never even heard of Scovilles). I thoroughly enjoyed the poem, although I’ll readily admit, a lot of it escapes me. It rings in my mind like certain savant garde, progressive Hip-Hop, with the eclectic imagery, pace and word choice. I especially enjoyed the fourth stanza (from ‘Pay no attention’ to ‘our most pressed’), and as a result of reading this, am going to try and get out there and read a little more of smithpeters work. Anyways, enough of my rambling… here is the poem.



‘Walking Pretty in Ankle Weeds’
by smithpeter


‘what sounds are sexy?
the low end of my zipper, a YKK not Scoville.

Check your zipper,
take a look-
is it steel, copper, brass or
plastic?
take a lick
sharpen your long and growing,
glowing magnetic stick

The readings often grow wrong because
the length is easily transferred to girth
very low, stretching sounds near bursting

Pay no attention-
The walls are pancake thin
and we enjoy sex in our socks
off the cold floor, on edge of beds
and leaning on sun girdled walls
warming each a side of our most pressed

you in your
short short
sleeved black skirt
reaching behind me
with intent to probe
or, was it tickle?
what did we laugh about? that email
about me, this man bending and you,
the woman leaning with shifty intent.

with stubby, smiling, oriental product
labeled and shipped from that district-
San Francisco, CA,
welcome frisk-O-freak-treat

and so you become the woman
who creates smoke through friction
with me-
you manage to make both sticks flame

then love, the tip of sentences
the others,
the request to shove two dates
into her mouth
just for fun

her lovers choice

he selects the blonde and the blonde's cousin,
Alan, the weatherman, with the berserk flower garden

riddled with smutty corn
a delicacy’


And now… on to the new poetry reviews… brought to you today by the kind assistance of The ‘Red Priest’ of Venice, Beethovens Adagio, and ‘Miller Beer’ (it was all they had in my local shop…)

First up is 'Stop Flaunting It!' by Jack Gates (the first of two mentions they are receiving today). I’m going to bypass any and all comment on thematic matters, and delve into the areas of style and structure (read it and you’ll see why). The poet has maintained a consistent rhyming scheme throughout, which serves this poem well. Although line length and pace are in need of a small revision in places, the poem is well written overall, with some good use of language, and a steady voice. I also enjoy the style of this poem, and not simply because its controversial. The author has shown some wit, and certain amount of insight into the situation, which can only be a good thing (and when I say insight, I don’t intend to mean that poet has seen it as it is, but rather he has seen something and has successfully conveyed that to the reader, which is always good).

‘Being equal has proved women despotic,
so much glee now they're ruling the roost.
They're flaunting their sexuality to the errotic,
just to give their female ego's a boost.’

Jack Gates second submission that I feel deserves a mention is 'Taking Things for Granted' . Once again, a clear and regular rhyming scheme is used throughout (it’s always quite refreshing to see some good use of rhyme), and once again, the poem is let down slightly from a lack of consistency in line length, metre and pace. The irregularity of the length of some of the lines, and inconsistency in metre, is a little off putting, making the poem seem a little faltering and awkward, and so takes away from this, otherwise, rather good poem.

‘Each day, there is a dawn and yes, the sun sets,
if the clouds are over us, we expect some rain.
Whatever the rain falls upon, it wets,
until it dries, that's how it will remain.’

'Rites of Spring' by Sabina_Tolchovsky is a nice, little, free-form poetic piece. I love the imagery here, the return of perfume, and the sense of transformation that is conveyed.

‘Perfume returns to the air while
mist kisses the tree's
and spring falls down
in droplets from the gunmetal sky.’

Aside from these, I also enjoyed Angeline’s 'Memory like mud' , Trendyredhead’s 'upon waking at 3 a.m' , and ishtat's 'Dangerous Attraction' . All are poems that I enjoyed, but can find no (apparent) faults with, and as I don’t really like to simply heap praise (and am a little short for time), I am merely going to recommend them as enjoyable reads.

On a final note, I must warn one and all to avoid (like the plague) 'That Bird in my Hand Shat on Me' by Trent_Dutch. It is an awful poem that seems to have been written by a drunk. It lacks style, rhyme, structure and flow, and the repeated use of the word ‘c*nt’ is neither big, nor hard, nor clever. The immature and (downright) flaccid ascorbity of this poem is matched only by the hesitancy of the voice, and the imagery is weak, serving only to waste space on an otherwise pleasant, blank page.

Well, thats it from me for another week. I hope my poor quality reviews will encourage you all to go out there, read some poetry and do a better job than myself.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

written by a drunk. It lacks style, rhyme, structure and flow, and the repeated use of the word ‘c*nt’ <<<<<<< I don't know about all that <hehehey!>

I have to disagree with you trent~ <grin>

I found the poem~ 'That Bird in my Hand Shat on Me' by Trent_Dutch.
to be a very clever rant and it touched my chucklebone! I highly recommend you don't pass up this gem! <grinin'>