New Poetry Recommendations

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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It's a desert out there with only six so-so postings to the New Poems. The last goodies of note were on Sunday. It's a drought! It's Global Warming! The sky is falling!

Oh well, it leaves me time to shovel that ½' (15 cm) of snow we got yesterday and overnight.

I'll check in later to see if there are any additional postings.

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[champagne1982]

The Rut by zimzalabim is a good offering with steamy language that pleasantly avoids graphic language while still providing erotic imagery. Since this is written from the female perspective, I question the use of "rut" to describe what's going on in the poem, heat would be biologically correct, I guess, but really, once past that small quibble, this poem is pretty good and might be worth a look. zimzalabim has been a member since last month, so pop in and sample this person's stuff.

 

[WickedEve]

The Rut by zimzalabim is a good offering with steamy language that pleasantly avoids graphic language while still providing erotic imagery. Since this is written from the female perspective, I question the use of "rut" to describe what's going on in the poem, heat would be biologically correct, I guess, but really, once past that small quibble, this poem is pretty good and might be worth a look. zimzalabim has been a member since last month, so pop in and sample this person's stuff.

I couldn't get past the poem's yeasty "Clawing, itching, burning" its "rut" or its silly "Pan's siren call" certainly not its "door to my heart my soul" or "force the burning rut out of me with dark desire and force wrenching, pulling, biting, growling."
And I couldn't get past the last stanza to really enjoy the poem.
"Wrap my fingers in your hair
squeeze tight and ride me hard
just TAKE me, MARK me
I need, I want, I hiss, I moan
I DESIRE
It is an all consuming need
And, god, I need so badly to feed it"

There were some bright spots in the poem:
it jitters along my skin
making my senses flare
and setting my synapses aflame

 

[LeBroz]

The Rut by zimzalabim is a good offering with steamy language that pleasantly avoids graphic language while still providing erotic imagery. Since this is written from the female perspective, I question the use of "rut" to describe what's going on in the poem, heat would be biologically correct, I guess, but really, once past that small quibble, this poem is pretty good and might be worth a look. zimzalabim has been a member since last month, so pop in and sample this person's stuff.

I read this early this morning before breakfast and at that time it just didn't connect, even after reading through it twice. The same happened before lunch and dinner. But after a very satisfying sweet and sour chicken dinner I read it yet again and it sounds so much better. So much raw edgy sexuality. I have a hard time believing this is the same poem I read this morning. {And yes, it does avoid the usual simple crude vulgarities — it feels like it doesn't, but it does.}

I still stick with my feelings about the other five. But that's just me. And that just goes to show why everyone's always invited to put in their own 2¢.

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[WickedEve]

Thursday

addict by SunrockSin would have to be the most addictive poem today, at least for me.

Also worth a read:
Darwinian Dreams by Tristesse2
Interesting as always.

Low Country by StiffClit
Good piece of erotica.

Fruit by Willow Rain
"Fear in shades of orange"
I am NOT a fairy by Willow Rain
Wordy but cute.
want by Willow Rain
Another good one from this poet.
Check out all her poems posted today and see which ones you enjoy.
by Willow Rain:
Moving Out
Cunt
Float


Sorry that today's reviews are lacking energy. It's because I am lacking energy. So, please feel free to add your comments and recommendations. I'd love to read them.

 

[ishtat]

Wicked Eve may be lacking energy but her recommendations for 28th were spot on especially for Willowrains work . Today there is an interesting piece by Bogusbrig The Colour of Black

 

[champagne1982]

Happy Friday everyone. I'm blessed with fifteen new poems this morning.

Starting from the bottom of today's offerings we begin with a wish for a particular kind of attention lavished on objects instead of on people who love us. Daddy's Favorite Shoes explores this and maybe a bit more, spare it a moment.

bogusbrig shows us The Colour of Black on a journey forward into the past. Read this poem if only to learn how to impart colour into a monochrome memory, even if it is through including a bright tropical species.

I remember the black Yorkshire range
the black kittens were in the oven
while a budgie spiraled in a dog fight about the room​

We have a new poet submitting poetry here. She has a good grasp on how to wake up some usual themes - (but) you may not think MollyDolly's poem worth remarking but I think you should read it twice, and with an open mind, to see how she gives interest to a subject that most jaded literotica poetry readers groan about having to look at again. I think it's one you should read as is Puppy Love?. Spend some time with this poet and give a warm welcome to MollyDolly.

Emma Cried by KOLKORE is a poem that brings us to post-stalinist Russia and explores how Emma Goldman was disillusioned by Trotsky's brutal handling of anarchists and counter-revolutionaries and how she left there to go on and participate in Franco's war. An amazing life captured in very few words. My favourite of the day.

There is something about Jami-san's poem Spring (c. years ago) that made me search out neonurotic's illustrated poem Sasebo. They are both beautiful poems and about the same moment, I think. I love the melancholy sense of yearning for an uncomplicated time in foreign lands with a young love, lost in the hazy past, that Jamison writes about in Spring. Go read it, my other favourite of the day.

In closing, I want to remind everyone that if they read a poem or poems on the lists today that they feel should be brought to our (collectively) attention that their review and recommendations are encouraged on this thread. Please share. Have a good weekend.

 

[KOLKORE]

On Emma Goldman

Happy Friday everyone. I'm blessed with fifteen new poems this morning.

Starting from the bottom of today's offerings we begin with a wish for a particular kind of attention lavished on objects instead of on people who love us. Daddy's Favorite Shoes explores this and maybe a bit more, spare it a moment.

bogusbrig shows us The Colour of Black on a journey forward into the past. Read this poem if only to learn how to impart colour into a monochrome memory, even if it is through including a bright tropical species.

I remember the black Yorkshire range
the black kittens were in the oven
while a budgie spiraled in a dog fight about the room​

We have a new poet submitting poetry here. She has a good grasp on how to wake up some usual themes - (but) you may not think MollyDolly's poem worth remarking but I think you should read it twice, and with an open mind, to see how she gives interest to a subject that most jaded literotica poetry readers groan about having to look at again. I think it's one you should read as is Puppy Love?. Spend some time with this poet and give a warm welcome to MollyDolly.

Emma Cried by KOLKORE is a poem that brings us to post-stalinist Russia and explores how Emma Goldman was disillusioned by Trotsky's brutal handling of anarchists and counter-revolutionaries and how she left there to go on and participate in Franco's war. An amazing life captured in very few words. My favourite of the day.

There is something about Jami-san's poem Spring (c. years ago) that made me search out neonurotic's illustrated poem Sasebo. They are both beautiful poems and about the same moment, I think. I love the melancholy sense of yearning for an uncomplicated time in foreign lands with a young love, lost in the hazy past, that Jamison writes about in Spring. Go read it, my other favourite of the day.

In closing, I want to remind everyone that if they read a poem or poems on the lists today that they feel should be brought to our (collectively) attention that their review and recommendations are encouraged on this thread. Please share. Have a good weekend.

Thank you for the mention of “Emma Cried” I was first exposed to this brave young woman as a teenager watching a news reel in history class. She was standing on a vegetable box and giving one of her rousing speeches to a huge crowd of workers which surrounded her. Since than I was fascinated by her. Danger and fear seemed to not exist in her lexicon and she was instinctively on the side of the underdogs every where. She was a post feminist before feminism reached its crest. She saw through Communism before most realized the worst of it. While others of her ilk refused to recognize the true colors of Communism until three decades later, she was among the first to denounce Lenin and his oppression of free speech. The riots in Kronshtat ‘sealed the deal’ in her eyes on the big dreams of Communism. She remained a devout anarchist and a consistent fighter for all the oppressed world wide, to the rest of her life. I believe that for her realism and Idealism were one and the same.

 

[Angeline]

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

There are 11 new poems posted today. I read a bunch of poems that had a few poetic phrases in a whole lot of prose, but there were two poems I really liked.

My own ghost by Willow Rain strikes me as a great idea for a poem. I'm still not sure, after reading it, if the ghost is a traditional sort of ghost or some weakened version of the narrator, but there are a few lovely images in this short piece.

And if you read nothing else today, check out The Game by SunrockSin. It's an audio poem and is really done well. The poem itself is about the incident where the writer William Burroughs shot his wife Joan to death in a drug-soaked replay of the William Tell apple "game." Burroughs never really recovered from what he did. There's a sick, forboding feel to the writing (and one absolutely brilliant word play--you'll have to read the poem to find it). It's short, but really effective in conveying the feel of that scene.

There are nine other new poems, and some of them may appeal to you. If they do, please recommend them in this thread. And don't forget to read, vote (where the option is offered), and comment.

 

[WickedEve]

Monday

Age of Discovery by AnonAndAnon is an interesting poem with some interesting comments and interpretations.

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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There are but a mere 4 New Poems posted so far. You can give 'em all a try and hardly notice. As for me, nothing there today rang my bell. I'll check back later to see if any more are slipped in that are worthy of note.

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[WickedEve]

There are six poems this morning, maybe more later.

And that's the bell. by Willow Rain puts a relationship into the boxing ring. A little wordy and at times it's more telling than showing, yet an interesting way to look at a bad relationship.

Red drops fall to the ground,
in the shapes of valentines.
This isn’t love.
This is violence.


I'll wait a bit and check back to see if more poems are posted.

 

[champagne1982]

17 new poems were posted for Friday the 7th of March. I apologize for being late with my review. It turns out that I had what amounts to a bumper crop of rhymes and haiku, so if you like them, you could read them all and be content. It doesn't take long to enjoy them.

I offer my apologies to ramonathompson fans. I don't read this poet's poems for personal reasons.

I want to recommend a submission by literotica contributor KR. He shows us Today at the Beach. There are moments inside this poem you won't want to miss. Once you've been there, drop in on his personal page, there are fine reads on that, too.

For Saturday, I noticed one lonely haikuesque type of poem by Anschul, have a read since you're already there.

Have a great weekend everyone. It's gorgeous weather here today and I hope to feel warm sun on my face for a change. mmm Lovely.

 

[Guest]

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[Angeline]

March 11, 2008

There are seven new poems posted today. A few got my attention.

Sweet Summer Sweat by yourfool47 has some clear, lovely imagery and great use of alliteration, but it sort of ends with a thud. That said though it has some good lines and yourfool is new to poetry at Lit, so I'm hoping to read more from her. Her other offering today, It's All Pretend seems a bit weaker to me, but one can see potential in both poems.

If you only read one poem today though, make it Sunflowers by Sapphos Sister. It has a simple rhyme scheme (abab, cdcd, efef), but it sustains its metaphor really well with personification and some great imagery.

There are five other poems I've not mentioned, so if one or more of them appeals to you, please recommend them here. It's a big tent, poets, with plenty of room for all opinions.

Please do read, vote if the option is offered and, most importantly, comment. Any feedback you can give is always, always appreciated.

There's also some very good poetry happening in our latest challenge. Check out the poems there and consider writing one of your own!

Oh and Happy Tuesday.
Divorcedaline

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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There are only seven new poems up today.


raindancer is a new poet with her first posts today. She has three up, though only two struck me as showing potential. While she has them posted as erotic, they come across to me as more romantic feeling than the usual crude style most erotic poems seem to exude. Her is a very simple poem with a strong image without a slew of adjectives. From the title, Juicy almost seems to portend being a clichéd piece {and maybe it is}. But still, it could almost be read as the act of eating an actual peach, and let the reader's dirty mind take it elsewhere {though I would suggest dropping the first two words of the last line}. Give her a welcome.


Victoria_Lucas has my pick of the day in her Phosphorus, My Soda Confessions. Here's a hint that might pique your curiosity:

and splash on your mouth
in toxicity of gin

or paint thinner.

That's it for today. It's a light enough load that you can take a couple extra minutes to check out the rest. Whatever you do, by all means, read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

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[WickedEve]

I'm sure I'm checking way too early, because there is only one new poem for this Thursday morning. Until more are posted, you may want to check out the other new poems posted in the past few days.
By the way, Hello everyone!

 

[WickedEve]

Thursday

More poems showed up and the first one I read was about the occasionally elusive -- sometimes annoying, sometimes just absolutely darling -- muse.
Fucking muse by sophia jane is a rant about her muse. A long rant. I believe she's purging herself of frustration and afterwards she'll be ready for poetry. She did write one thing that I found interesting: "and she shows up now, smiling, like she’s my sister." That would be a great direction to take the poem. The muse is a visiting sister or aunt. She comes into the poet's poetry house and picks about the dust in her sonnet room, whatever, or inspires the poet to clean out her metaphor closet, etc. Just an idea. Maybe it's best to leave a good rant alone.


Peppermint Words
by Kelly Louise

Written on a note, in an email or in a book
whispered, breathed, said out loud,
Words and thoughts so fresh and new
the just plucked herb, pummelled to make it bleed.​

Good poem. I like most of it. The title really caught my attention.


My pick of the day is Trying another read by KOLKORE
It is a brief poem, no wasted words. It does not drag on and on. It's to the point and a good read in nine, short lines.


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[champagne1982]

There are 14 new poems posted this Friday the 14th of March. There are some excellent haiku poems posted and you'll find some favourite poets' work on the list as well.

Dedicate a bit of your time to read recent submitter EZPZ's poetry. Today brings us a lovely ekphrastic of Mark Keller's painting, The Teacher.

Dualduet offers an extended metaphor of a flower moving through time in the poem, Growth. I think a very good poem greets us on this page.

Enjoy the new poems everyone and have a good weekend. As always, the opinion expressed here is my own, this forum is by no means exclusive and welcomes poetry reviews and reading recommendations from anyone so moved to include theirs on this thread.

 

[twelveoone]

once again my pathetic poetic instincts are proved right.

Anschul has written a sonnet

I'll write one first, and then maybe a few
More if I can. I don't think I can quit
Making rhymes that others'd like to read;

Ahem, guy may just be a genius. The rhythm and enjambent of of maybe a few - More if I can offset by the next line, matching the words and subject matter, well not quite a normal sonnet, eh?

This guy who reads my stuff has made me think
Of what I might be able to produce,

Am I reading a gentle sarcasm here, directed at yours truly, I hope so, because if so....Poetry should be fun, and this is fun and quirky, and at least it got him off the haiku kick, which, even though fun and quirky, can be tiring.

 

[twelveoone]

Enjoy the new poems everyone and have a good weekend. As always, the opinion expressed here is my own, this forum is by no means exclusive and welcomes poetry reviews and reading recommendations from anyone so moved to include theirs on this thread.

shamelessly avails himself, why, because to quote WickedEve "I can" and will.

bogusbrig, one of the better writers here (I am a fan, so no disclaimer) has
mute colours up

well the fist line

sauntering down Spaanjaardstraat

give the man credit

and it goes in a bit of an unexpected direction

well worth a look.

 

[twelveoone]

Only four, the number of death in China, how unlucky
Raindear816
has a hallmark moment because she is a Grateful Daughter
I am confused as to why it is posted here instead of sent to them.

marinewifey has a different kind of moment, Hungry for you

I am confused as to why it is posted here instead of sent to him

a pattern emerges...

KR has a different kind of a moment with women bleed

but has no one to send it to, wait this is an effort at literature and does have a good line or two
depends on who you are as to which one
and a rather resigned ending, sighs

My Pick

normal jean has a response to the Wallace Stevens challenge entitled six faces of time

I counted them, there are six. VI is typical normal jean, which means good, but not to my taste.

III is a bit of an enigma

here is II
II.
Once, I was a clock. Numbers
arranged on my uneven face.
I am six o’clock, standing
awaiting seven’s stride.

you will have to read the rest o'er in new p'ems

and of course you are all free to disagree

 

[Angeline]

March 18, 2008

There are eight new poems posted today. A few titles really grabbed my attention, but the poems didn't (for me) live up to the promise those titles suggested. Still there a few today that I really like.

Anschul has posted his second sonnet, fittingly called Sonnt 2 -- Twisting in the Wind. It's a good example of a modern Elizabethan sonnet, one that follows the rules for meter and rhyme and makes good use of enjambment. The thematic flow is also very good, working the story through the separate pieces (quartets and couplet) that comprise the 14 lines of an Elizabethan sonnet. Anschul seems to have developed a clear understanding of how to work with the rules and thematic possibilities of this form. I'm looking forward to reading more sonnets from him. If you have any interest in writing sonnets, take a good look especially at how he uses enjambment to flow sentences through the lines of this poem.

Hmmnmm has a very vivid haiku-like poem (it's off by one syllable in the last line, but better poets than me argue over whether or not haiku should be 5-7-5 structure, so you decide) in Swallowtail, which describes a tiger swallowtail butterfly. It's accurate and doesn't waste a word. I especially like the last line. Look at this, then read the poem and see what you think.

http://www.cviog.uga.edu/Projects/gainfo/wildlife/swallowtail.jpg

My absolute favorite today is AnonAndAnon's A cat sleeps curled in my mind, which is fanciful and fascinating. I think it needs a little pruning to shape it better, but the idea is original and really delightful. A must read.

There are five other new poems that didn't get to me, but maybe they'll grab you and, if so, please recommend them in this thread.

And please take some time to read, vote (where applicable), and comment. Then go outside and see if you can find any butterflies.

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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Here we are, another Wednesday and at a quick glance there appear some interesting offerings up this last day of winter. There are sixteen new postings among today's New Poems, so let's see what grabs me today.


normal jean is first up with two offerings. My favorite of the day is her first offering, still life as ink. She displays solid proof that her work is far better than she seems to give herself credit. I enjoyed it so that I found myself rereading it just to savor the pleasure of her words. Just look at how wonderfully she starts:

Come write a poem with me
embrace me with breathless
centrifugal whorls
bind me with flourish of thought.

Her second posting, Succulent, doesn't seem to have quite the same impact. Perhaps it's a more personal posting. In any case, I do wonder about that third line, "intent upon his intentions." Go ahead and read and enjoy them both.


KOLKORE offers up his own remembrance to those who never returned from the Yom Kippur War (Oct 1973) in Awesome Days.


AnonAndAnon must be checking out Angeline's challenge, for he offers up an Ezra Pound inspired poem today in Shopping. Here's a bit of the beginning and then you can judge it against its inspiration in Angeline's challenge thread for Ezra Pound:

- On reading Ezra Pound's "The Garden" -

Aimless as windblown paper chanced against a chainlink fence
She idles down the aisles in Wal-Mart, pausing amid the cosmetics.
Has what was written in her faded or was it ever even published?
Sure now she's weathered clean of both narrative and meaning.

Finally, KR takes a hard look at life in Life Just Is. What color are the glasses you wear? Check it out.


There are plenty more to choose from and perhaps some that might hold more appeal for you. Get out there and check them out as well. Go on and read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry. Remember that even a small comment of encouragement means so very much to some of these aspiring poets.

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[WickedEve]

Good morning. It's Thursday and I see nine new poems. The first poem I clicked on, because I love his work and I adore the title, was Surreal Me Sister by bogusbrig.

where better to be than here
in this aquarium, this pearl
this submarine dream, gargling
undulating chords of Arab music

I often suggest that a poem needs to be tightened up, that it's too wordy. Hmm... probably because most of the words aren't worth keeping. bogusbrig could go on and on with this poem and I'd adore every word of it. It's lush and exotic and I want to roll all over it and sink deeply into it. Yeah, I love it, so go read it.

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Next we have a sonnet. I'm not really a sonnet kind of gal, so I won't make too many silly comments about Sonnet 3 - The 21,916th Day by Anschul. I'll just let you go check it out, if you have a hankering for a sonnet.

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Sliding Gingerely Exposed by sensuall

Poem? Good.
Title? Damn good.
(Gingerly with one e)

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And finally, Unpoetic we must have been by KOLKORE

An erotic poem that gave me a little chuckle in the end. Hope it was suppose to.

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