New Poetry Recommendations

[hmmnmm]

Well we have 3 from the little missy: I'm allergic to peaches, Clockworks, and Dead Ocean.

But we have a slight little catch in the pattern, with quasi evil's Fantasy. It's in an enviable position for sure, stuck right between two of miss trust's pieces. It's a quick read, in simple phrasing states a very profound truth. Something I've been thinking about lately, matter of fact. Some fantasies are best left the wonderful fantasies they are.

But back to the little missy. She reminds me of me, in some ways, in that she seems to try different approaches and flavors (speaking of peaches - I'm not allergic to peachesyummy! Oh! Stop it!). In fact a more paranoid reviewer might begin to wonder if we are the same person working under two personalities completely unaware of the other.

Peaches is definitely sweet. A rich dessert. I think she needs a little sprinkle of nuts, a little salt to balance everything. But it's yummy for sure.

Clockworks's appeal is more for the rhythm and the imagery than what it may be about.

Dead Ocean evokes a sort of dark romantic stormy feeling. It really calls for an evening read and review. The first stanza is very lyrical, captivating, stringy. Sounds like someone reciting from a rocky cliff out into the moonlit coastal tides. Or something like that.


Okay, another break, and start popping blouse buttons.

 

[hmmnmm]

Okay.
We have a dedication of love type of thing, which will not assume but suspect it is not presented with intent to be looked upon for its poetic/artistic merits, though I'll be more than willing to undergo correction as warranted.
Next? peaches are to miss trust as politics is to me. Left Right Left is a political rant. Well written, for sure, but I had to bail pretty quick. It's not the poet at fault. It's me. But check it out if you're in the mood.

Next we have a couple nice little offerings: Little Death by SlightlyDivine
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Rainy Day Blues by Blue Dolphin
A hardass sadist poetry reviewer might take some delight in these two, but on a chilly autumn night, they offer relaxant type of pleasantry in rhythm and emotive sincerity. A harmless little typo (cry might've meant to be cries) in Rainy Day Blues, but some definite keeper lines like: torrents born of torment and bless the acidic burn, gets the feeling across.

oooh, neglected breakfast and poured too much coffee into this fragile gut... so I'm gonna go cram some vittles and return with the rest, and the wrap.

Be right back.

 

[hmmnmm]

Ahhhh. Much better. Much much much better.

we have... oh another 'new' poet. Of course. A she. Gorette66 gives us 3: Fifteen, Shiver, and Pew.
Now you gotta be careful because you get used to seeing names and after while you know pretty much whether they'll do anything for you or not. Or how consistently they do it. These three one might think, "oh yeah, somebody new, somebody with more woe-is-me-you-sorry-two-timin-fuck stuff" so you click on it, and skim over it... but then! Whoa! Hold up! Then you come back. Go back. Read it again. Little nuggets hidden under pockets of foggy gauze. Fifteen seems the darkest. Shiver throws a different sort of opening line that its predecessor's darker mention of tight leather. But equally deep and dark (I think ). If there is a sleeper poem of the day I think definitely must be Pew. It's a little story/scene and I love little story/scenes. Again, if you skim it once and think you'll go on you might miss it. Nicely erotic. At least I thought so.

And there's really no better way to wrap up a friday poetry review on halloween day than ramonathompson's Mason Verger with the tender admonishment that even monsters need love too.

Well. That oughta do it. Had some stuff on my mind to squeeze in between the reviews but after copying and pasting links, and really rushing this whole thing... weird how you feel wiped out, but not in a bad way, more so in the way if you've been going at a marathon sex scene but you don't orgasm. Until after tremendous exertion. Then you do and... rummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Dr. Zomb?

Thank you and happy halloween and happy poetry reading and... and... rummmmmmmmmmmmmm.


Oh.


Boo.

 

[Equinoxe]

I apologise for my recent absence, I missed last Saturday and hence there was no review—unfortunately I think that today will be little different. There are 18 new poems today, but nothing in particular appeals to me.

Nevertheless, I do encourage you to read the poems if you have the time, because perhaps something will be more to your liking.

 

[WickedEve]

I'm just now catching up on poems from the past few days and I found this gem from Saturday: The Weekend King by bronyaur67
Please give it a read and leave a comment.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Monday, November 3rd

There are 10 new poems that posted today.

Fixed Wing by bluerains is a delightful poem. Despite superfluous quotation marks and missing hyphens, it's concise and otherwise well-crafted. I appreciated the unique perspective and description in this poem.

A relatively new poet, CruelToBeKind7, gives us Shatter. The line breaks in the first stanza are a bit awkward, but I enjoyed the metaphor.

Another new poet, live4passion, has four poems posted today. Of the three erotic poems, I liked of the moment. It only contains a hint of eroticism. All of live4passion's poems for today have some great phrases, but the poems have awkward construction. Some of the wording is difficult to read and ambiguous. Shape of Hand is the poem by live4passion that I enjoyed the most.

Take a few minutes to read and comment on the new poems. Remember, these picks are only my opinion. You may find others that you enjoy.

 

[darkmaas]

... do I dare to eat a peach?

Over the border it's election day. So if you hail from any one of those United States, turn off the 'puter and get your sweetly spangled ass outa the chair and off to a voting booth. While you're gone, your humble scribe will slog through today's new poems, picking the ripest and tastiest peaches of poesy, all dewy from the chill of an autumn night ... sorry, I digress.

Back in the Cave Days, I used to review on Mondays. Appearing here on Tuesday is no doubt final proof of darkmaas' slow, remorseless descent into insanity. (Still waiting for that burst of depravity that everyone promises will appear at the bottom of the next pit ... maybe one of today's poems ... )

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First up: live4passion has posted four poems. Not a lot of depravity here but potential. He writes with a style like a heavy brocade which is rather pleasant to my ears but may not be to everyone's taste. Poetry for reading late at night after a large dinner and port. The best example would be mirror of the soul but take a gander at black swan, desert belle, or silent sea.

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If you're looking for a palate cleanser after live4passion then try a taste of miss_trust. I preferred Cats in the Garden because of the repetition of the first line as a unifying element and the imagery. Compare it with Bent and see if you don't agree. The first stanza left me cold but the second made up for lost feeling.

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Next on the stand is Waiting for the Moon by Schwenn. She kindly gives us a hint of her state of mind and I have to agree. Trippy. If you are old enough to fondly remember Progressive Rock then you will sink into this baby like a soft cushion. Otherwise you may be put off. However on second reading there is a lot of nice images floating here and I like the last third of the poem. Go read it and offer up a second opinion.

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Those of you with a foot fetish should read first by pglass44. Those who don't might still enjoy the very cool tone of the poem (and by its nature, sex with feet is less steamy than say sex between consenting genitals because of the limited contact between errogenous zones). You might also notice the nice repetition of the first line in different contexts as the scene unwinds.

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Now turn to Dirty Dream by BabyBlue2005 for the opposite effect.

... the hidden scar
That hides behind the eyes
My unrepentant disguise

is worth the energy it takes to click.

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I have saved Eve for last because she is wicked. Her poem A Conrad Dimple Poem III is an extended in-joke that requires Dimples I and II to make the reviewer's life easy. Alas, I have lost my early Conrad and am bummed at missing the joke. However all is not lost. If it were a painting, one could approach it as one might a work of Abstract Expressionism and chase meaning in its surface texture. It stands up to this quite well I think. It crackles with chaos and in the end I feel for Mistress Tweedy's loss to the poet's rampant phallic imagery.

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So there we are. If you've practiced voting for President, take those skills and vote for the poems you enjoy. You'll feel good and a poem has never raised your taxes.



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[WickedEve]

Thursday November 6th

17 New Poems and 6 are from live4passion, a poet who just started submitting to literotica this month. Welcome. Give farewell of the night a read and leave this new poet some comments.

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Just a girl is a poem by our poetry forum denizen, UnderYourSpell
Intriguing was the first word to leap into my mind after reading her poem. It left me wondering and wanting more.

When the shadows deepened
over the long road
and the moon climbed in the sky
they came out and took her home.

Only a couple small parts of the poem didn't entirely appeal to me. I found them to be slightly cliche: hopes to be dashed/my heart ached. Other than that it's a well written poem by a poet who is constantly improving.

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miss_trust is In A Funk Not only is there a funk but she gives the reader circumlocution, circumvolution, allocution, and a monkey banging on the keyboard. Give this witty little poem a read.

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One last poem you may want to check out: Chat by Tessa8

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review — finally

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What happened to Wednesday? Oh, that's right, I spent it in a NyQuil coma, roused just enough for some passive primetime TV viewing before once again fading to oblivion.

I'm a day late, so let's see what I missed. There were seventeen New Poems yesterday and some show promise.


live4passion, one of Lit's newer poets has been quite busy since appearing. He posted four yesterday and I'll recommend three for you to read. The first, and in your grasp, is the easiest to read of my three choices. The other two, well of the soul and bridge of dreams seem more stream of consciousness, with the latter seeming to be ruled by never-ending sentences. You may have to read it through a few times to get the feel of it down. Give him a greeting in your comments and welcome this new talent.


Taylor_Rae, by way of contrast, offers a more traditional poetic piece in In The Illusion of My Dreams. It has a soft, lilting style, quite unlike the first three pieces I've mentioned.


Sadean has an interesting piece in Disappear Here. It's not too long, but Eve nailed it when she suggested it is a bit wordy. Just grabbing a couple lines, a quick edit might change it from:

The shifting of gears, the merging of lanes
Landscapes are changing, yet somehow remain the same.

to:

Shifting gears, merging lanes
Landscapes change, yet remain the same.

This one does have potential and I suspect any of Lit's readers might come up with their own ideas for editing out some of the extra words.


Okay, that's it for my picks — five out of seventeen. Go ahead and check them out; perhaps you'll find some you'd like to comment on and offer suggestions of your own to the poet. But whatever you decide to do, try to at least 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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[hmmnmm]

It's conspiracy. Oh yes it is. First week began at the bottom. Last week began at the top. This week was to be start-in-the-middle week. But what do they do? Recruit like two poets who submit more than one poem. Then scramble them around. Not the poets or even the poems. But the list. They scramble the poems on the New Poems List.

On top of that, nearly half/50% of them have me well, stuck in the middle. Seems to be a theme today of prose-like density that the impatient might readily discount, but they seem to announce that they have Stuff within them that disallows an easy-going reviewer to get away with habitual flippancy.

The main perpetrator of this conspiracy is live4passion who coincidentally (? coincidence. Right. I ain't that stupid) gives us 4 poems.

in reach of home: To me this is heavy on the prose. But it's the kind of prose I happen to like. Sometimes. It almost reads like it could have just been presented as prose paragraphs. Poetic paragraphs. Or, something that began as prose in paragraphs. Poetic prose that could work as customized paragraphs. I'll also confess that the meaning escapes me. But I still like it. This is the kind of writing that you carry with you. If it was in a book, you'd sit on the porch and read a paragraph/stanza and then mark the page, close the book, sit back in your rocker. Let the little guys in those special corners process whatever it was you just read. But a pleasurable process. Want to emphasize the pleasure of the process work.


gale of the night: A smaller sample. Similar feel. Similar effect. I might quibble with the line breaks. But I might've fought similar indecision. Another "I don't know what it means but for some reason I like what it does"


for you no longer: something with a slightly clearer meaning. but even if I got it less than I did, I'd still enjoy it.

upon the winds: Again, nothing wrong with the wielding of language. There seems to be an experimentalist daring but not sure it works here. Unless it's a form I'm not familiar with, which is quite possible.


Some of my personal favorite kind of Stuff, is that which you can just open up to random pages and pull out paragraphs or sentences or lines, and they give you this sort of... I don't know how to say it. It's like each word, each section is its own being that is part of a bigger being. Like a tree. Or anything of the natural world. What makes an apple tree for instance? Well, all of the tree. The roots, the branches, the leaves, the fruit, the skin of the fruit, the seeds in the fruit...

It's the kind of stuff that you may or may not always be in the mood for or may or may not 'get' but it's stuff that suggests it's stuff that will enrich your being if you have it near just in case you are in the mood.

Coffee break.

 

[hmmnmm]

Next of the multiple submission culprits is another name that's become familiar in a short time, miss trust. As I said, she sort of reminds me of me, in the way she seems to try different approaches, sort of learning as she goes. She gives us 3:
Power Tripped
This one goes under the 'not sure' column.
Turn
This one goes in the 'not sure what it means but I like it anyway' column. Third stanza goes down good.
Sway
Here she's going for the repetition. Not sure about it. The other lines are wonderful. Again, like the day, in between, half and half, fifty-fifty. Definite potential.

Xie_Lei continues today's trend.
Heart of A Knight: Some really nicely constructed lines:
Let no envious maid dampen the sea
Of golden tresses she wears as a crown
Along with a couple stumbling blocks I'd suggest a second look at: Distract me from my duties

Sadean offers what I'll call a bluesy poem:
Under the Weather

Seen this name around bronyaur67 and seems to retain quality consistency with
My Breath

And finally, Tessa8 offers a really nice little piece with
Skin To Skin


How's that?

 

[hmmnmm]

Now wait a minute. Another from live4passion
It wasn't part of the list earlier. I swear. It wasn't there. Now it is. A very short one. Again, like a pulled out run of words that might fit somewhere else.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Good afternoon.
There are 24 very varied (as always) new poems today – these caught my attention but don’t take my word, check them all out, there’s something for everyone.

seannelson – his poem Philosophical Tea for Two is a bit unfocused and difficult to absorb on one reading, it lacks the ”grab” quality I look for and so I wandered off.

Live4passion – 8 submissions today. He has a nice way with words but you may find the lack of punctuation and choice of line break disconcerting. It’s a mottled collection with a broad selection of subjects to choose from, give L4P a read.

Joseki Ko – seems to specialize in Haiku. Putting aside the endless debate on what Haiku is, I like this evocative piece. He’s quite prolific, go read.

Tessa8 – A relatively new arrival to Lit, I like this poet’s work. Today’s poem Silence isn’t her best but it has a gentle voice worth listening to.

RigidDreamer – I dread to think where this poet is going with what appears to be the birth of a series. Brace yourselves.

Lobomao – triptych of sex and booze is my choice of the day. The narrator, an observer catches your attention and carries you along through a gritty scene of low life and booze only to dust you off, straighten you up and become boringly proper once more, a hymn to the raunchy side of life. I find his other offering; redheads rule is also pleasing.

Tokuqin – His description of a relationship destroyed by artistic ambition in Mercurial Girl is well done and gives us a clear image with few words.

 

[Angeline]

Sunday, November 9, 2008

There are 20 new poems posted today. We don't usually have so many on one day anymore but today 12 of them are from one poet, the newish live4passion. He clearly knows his way around words; some of those 12 are quite lovely. He has a variety of styles from a prosey-ness that he uses in varying length that can be seen in terms of surrender to a more formal (though free verse) thoughtful love poem in white in offer to more clearcut erotica in fogotten shores to, well, I could go on. I tend to agree with PoeTess's review yesterday that foggy line breaks and lack of punctuation can make reading him a challenge. And just my opinion but some of his poems could go from ok to wonderful with some judicious editing. Spend some time reading him and yknow feeding back.

I remember when Hmmnmm first started posting poems here and worried that he didn't really know his way around the genre. He surely does now and there's terrific proof of this in today's booby trap, a very clever amalgam of phrase and image that spins the reader around from botony to erotic innuendo to, at the end, slapstick pratfall. Woah. Wottaguy.

And Cal Y. Pigia has a grouping of erotica in A Matter of Taste and Other Poems that wind through some mind- and gender-bending content. They're passionate, erotic, often graphic and, above all, well written.

If anyone else has recommendations in today's batch of newbies, please post them here.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Monday, November 10th

There are 14 new poems today. Today's new poems are the best quality poems that I have had the pleasure to review in awhile. Just when I finished reading a poem and thought, "Surely, this must be the best one today," the next one raised the bar. I shuffled the order a bit, as to avoid denoting a graduation in perceived quality.

Why Did God? is a provacative poem that demonstrates that AverageBear is no average poet. Sincere with nice construction, this poem is well worth the read.

Nightly Midnight by hmmnmm put a smile on my face. I can't give you some deep insight on what it means. I only know it is unique and a lot of fun. Maybe the hmmnmmishness will want to explain, but if he's like me, he'll leave it open to interpretation.

We have 2 poems by slavegurl today. These powerful lines are from once more:

a heart cut off from hope
is a spirit destroyed
not by love betrayal or any one man
but by self​

The voice of come through that dark night is that of a self-doubt and reassurance of a submissive. It's candid and nicely done.

We were blessed with two, quality poems by AnonAndAnon. On hearing a bird in the meadow is a delightful insight into the creative mind. How many of us have written a poem and tucked it away with pride only to pull it out years later to behold the once-prized crap? As we change and grow, our art should change and grow with us. And though past work may seem worthless, I would beg to differ. It's part of us as artists.

Why do I stay on Mt Cardigan is AnonAndAnon's other contribution to today's new poem glory list. It's a bittersweet recollection of times past that with which all seasoned parents can identify. It's a wonderful, deceptively simple poem.

rose is the first submission by colorartistcolor. It's a strong metaphor and well-crafted, though I would have omited the last line. I think the last line pushes the poem from a strong, but lovely metaphor to a beat-the-reader-over-the-head metaphor. It's okay to give your readers a little credit to be able to interpret your poem or even freedom to do so. Overall, I really enjoyed this poem. It's well worth the read.

Broken Backed Bum is the first submission by oxfordattic. It's sincere and and thorough in tackling a difficult subject without feeling labored or overburdened. This is a must-read among today's gems.

Goodbye my Love is by a relatively new poet, Tessa8. Though I felt it is sincere, I can't help but wonder what lies deeper. It seems to skim the surface. Don't get me wrong, it's a wonderful little poem that is not without insight. I look forward to reading more from this poet. You've tested the waters. Now, be brave, dear poet, and dive in.

Live4passion gives us yet another quality poem, always alone and yet together. Very nicely done, this poem emphasizes a lack of intimacy present even in acts of intimacy and the possibilites of transcending that veil. The poem has a few punctuation issues, but has a wonderful use of imagery.

We have two very different poems from pmbluemoon. Breathe is severely weighted. You can feel the heaviness when you read it. Bad Day is a much lighter poem. It's a humorous conveyance of the spirit of Monday. I hope everyone's Monday is better than this poem describes. And if it's not, perhaps you need a dose of poetry to brighten your day.

 

[darkmaas]

Remembrance Day

... is perhaps not a time for frivolity so pause a moment to read .... To End All Wars by Tristesse2 and take a moment to remember. I'll be back in a bit when you're done ...



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[WickedEve]

Broken Backed Bum is the first submission by oxfordattic. It's sincere and and thorough in tackling a difficult subject without feeling labored or overburdened. This is a must-read among today's gems.

I just read Broken Backed Bums. Definitely take a moment to read it.

... is perhaps not a time for frivolity so pause a moment to read .... To End All Wars by Tristesse2 and take a moment to remember. I'll be back in a bit when you're done ...

Another must-read.

 

[darkmaas]

November 11

It's Tuesday again and lots of poems to choose from.

Inevitably I will miss a worthwhile poem, so I won't be offended if anybody wants to add to my list.

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Let's start with hmmnmm who has three offerings. You must read backscratcher if only for the third stanza.

...serotonin
made meat hooks into morphine thorns
and love’s scorching grooves, crushed cayenne

His second poem, Stuck is a bit of a puzzle but worth scratching one's head a bit searching for context.

Then try on when worlds congeal which gave me my only chuckle of the day.

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Cal Y. Pygia has two posts, each of which is a collection of several poems. If you are fond of breasts then I suggest The Renewal of Breasts / Other Poems, but I preferred Green River Nudes. There is a lot here and I suggest saving them for later when you can read them all with a snifter of brandy as your only distraction.

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Also focussing on body parts is a new poet, sweetsegi who deserves a welcome and encouragement for Lips

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Another new poet that deserves a read is intherushes with Delta of a Kiss and Work-worn Hands. The imagery is maybe a bit heavy (particularly in the latter which otherwise has a nice lightness), but that is more due to my austere taste. Read them and give us a second opinion.

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Live4passion has four poems. I most liked what then remains for its restrained repetition.

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Let's end with Tristesse2 who has two other poems, Out of the Blue and my favourite Heat. Anyone who has been becalmed while sailing will recognise the sense of anticipation in the midst of lethargy that is evoked. One can only hope that, "Tonight there will be magic".



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[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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Got to get this done and get out and enjoy this cool autumn day before the next week or so heads to the crapper. You know the kind of weather where its a rain/snow mix and just as the sun comes out, the clouds & chill return as does more rain/snow mix.

So here's what I found on this fine day. There seem to be eleven New Poems and I found six you may wish to explore.


BabyBlue2005 starts us off with a really haunting write in Empty House. You may just feel that you are in that very empty house so well described is this short poem.


SummerMorning presents us with a very brief poem in Muddy Whitewash. Lines 3 & 4 of this five line poem just seem so solid and vivid; created quite an impression for me.


zack_constantine, a brand new Lit poet, blew me away with his first submission, Sonnets for Barbara. Usually, when I see such a title (especially from a new Lit member), I expect to find a poem that fails to measure up to an overly pretentious title. This is an extremely well done piece. It doesn't hold rigidly to the standard sonnet formula, yet it is one of the more readable and highly literate pieces I've read here in some time. Try this one out for a different and very pleasing reading experience.


live4passion continues on his busy ways with three new ones for today. If he did submit a large batch of poems at one fell swoop, then thanks to whomever is rationing them out to us at about three a day or so. There are, of course, another three to consider today. slience blank canvas paints an interesting rainbow of colors {excuse his title typo}, pinnacles of the heart exercises a little word play, and finally, moth unto the flame gives us a six line, never-ending sentence. On this last one he's gone and done it again; despite producing this grammatical nightmare of run-on words, I find myself drawn to this as I try to develop a feel for what he's written. Somehow, I feel compelled to reread this last one.

Well, that's it for today. Let me get this done so I can head out and enjoy this day, run some errands, do some shopping, and get some groceries. In the meantime, read these picks or try some of the others. Just remember, whatever you do, 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]

Thursday

We have four illustrated poems posted this morning:

The River - lindiana - Lovely Autumn river scene.

Winter - lindiana - Ice and red are a good combination in the photo.

Open - lindiana - Take a look out her window.

The Buckle - pmbluemoon - Good shadows and flesh image.

I mentioned what is working well with the images but not the poetry itself. The words that accompany illustrations can sometimes be a bit weak, but the images do help strengthen them.

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In the middle of this post, several new poems have vanished. I'm guessing that more are being added, hopefully more illustrated poems -- my favorite. So I will return with more reviews a little later.

 

[WickedEve]

More for Thursday

More new poems have arrived.


UnderYourSpell is a Filthy gerund rubbing whore
It is totally original and fun! Give our Annie's poem a read and leave a comment.

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hmmnmm gives us Farm Noises and thankfully it's not an erotic poem.
the head cheese who traded
raw black market cuts from a red
clay cottage bakery
sent a summons to a cock

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Three poems by Tristesse2:
Sara
Sara inherited
her grandmother’s ankles.
"Bloody tree trunks"

I really like this. The ending made me sigh. So sweet. This is a very nice poem, no clutter of words.

Return Journey
are refreshed by the scent
of familiar wet lands
and a memory of sweet grass.

Another good poem. Another smooth read. Her poems seem to be written effortlessly.

The Visititor
Outside the window
Rue de la Paget unfolds
beneath her but she’s looking
at me across the street,

All three of these poems are winners. Seriously, give them all a read. I believe that The Visititor (I think there is an extra "it" in the title) is my favorite.

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I'll be back with the last few poems. Sorry that I'm doing this review in more than one post.

 

[WickedEve]

Just a few more for Thursday

Okay, this is it.

New poet you should read: oxfordattic

pale stripper
by oxfordattic
death often waltzes in
when you're having a cigarette
or when you're drunk
or taking a nap
like a pale stripper
in a tight red dress

I enjoyed the hell out of this poem. I guess I wasn't expecting to find something different and interesting. But I did.

Bass Note is another poem by oxfordattic
and when your room
is more recognizable
then your face
stop.
winter has you.

Sunday November 9, 2008, 11:55 by oxfordattic
I threw my distractions in a box
And waited for the right time
To burn it all
But you can’t burn
Your friends

The Warmth of Cold by oxfordattic
I’ve learned a thick sweater
Thick calluses
And strong legs
Can get one as far
as any degree
Of schooling


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I just found two more poems by lindiana:
Don't Stop and The Blackbird

I have a couple posted today. Who is Imogene and Watching From Across The Street. Both weird. No surprise. And there are a few other poems that I didn't mention. Check out all the new poems and leave comments. Thanks.

 

[WickedEve]

I missed a poet.

a body; fragments of chennai
by live4passion

After googling Chennai and realizing it is a city in India, I reread the poem, a bit slower this time, and considered the culture. The poem is worth a read.

live4passion has two other poems posted today that you may want to check out: something else and a poem, a poet, a dream

 

[hmmnmm]

New Poetry Report for Friday November 14, 2008

WickedEve gives us less wickedness and more cold realities of the seasonal inevitabilities with Winter Suit

Two really catchy pieces from oxfordattic, who swears to not being what I wondered but it doesn't matter because we should all be grateful for the stuff appearing under oxfordattic's name.
Dirty Faces: in my threadcast I used the word 'vivid' because that was the first word that came to mind, but of course it's more than just that. Almost cute, cartoony, funky cartoony... liked it a lot.
One man's Game has one of the catchier openers I've had the pleasure to experience, and I snicker each time I think of how the poet used 'smart ass'.

Difference
by miss trust invites multiple reads and thoughts for an evening fireside mull.

really interesting piece by wespeak Disposing of Little Men. I first combed it and was caught by the rhythm, then went back again and caught some of the meaning (I think, at least the second stanza seems to help with that). A definite contender for Favorites if I was to list favorites. And doubledefinitely would be glad to have it among poems I like to read from time to time.

And what a pleasure to get to read something from Wildsweetone, 11/08- Someone Else would probably be a quite welcome rallying message that many women might thank her for writing, and giving to the public. And something some women might like to show a few men. I think.

Found Taylor Rae's Mortal Passion to be on the very pleasant side of erotica. Touches of romantic passion, though fleeting, though temporary... hey, grab it when you can.

Well, I have the feeling I'm forgetting something good. Might go back once more and see. Or...? You know.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Saturday November 15th.

Oh lucky me, three are 20 poems submitted today and so many worth a mention I’ve had to be picky.

First my choices of the non-erotic.

Eternal Warrior by Remec, a well constructed terzanelle.

The smell of coffee as she dies by miss_trust is powerful and moving

Affirmation by xxplorer mirrors the new feeling of excitement and hope in his country, hungry for change.

wespeak offer When the Builder Leaves - construction and deconstruction. Close to perfection. These two poets – yes children, a co-operative effort – also offer I was fantasy. It is listed as non-erotic but it has a sensuous feeling.

Junky by the ever surprising oxfordattic gives us a poetic window into the frantic world of withdrawal.

Now the erotica – no less than 12 – 18 if you consider cal y pygia’s seven-in-one separately – all 7 worth a read.

Dirty little secret a letter in poetic prose form, one of two by colorartistcolor

New arrival jinsays has four Daydream, Intensity, astride and now. All variations on the theme. Perhaps it would have been better to submit them on separate days to avoid saturation.

Lastly, welcome new-to-Lit poet KinghtWhisper who presents Come, Let's Make Ourselves Beautiful, I found it didn’t quite live up to its potential but read it for yourselves.

That's it for me but today's is a really eclectic and interesting collection. Check it out.