Just Getting Stared

[arielsgoddess]

Hello fellow literoticas--i am new to this group and just getting started as an-open-to-the-public author and poet--i dont know if there are any special social protocols to asking if there are some of you that would be interested in reading some of my poetry if i emailed it to you--most of my works are pretty long-aka too long for posting--i would really like the feedback of strangers who have never heard of anything ive done--if interested, please email: arielsgoddess@yahoo.com

 

[hmmnmm]

submit 'em or post 'em,
many strange eyes will look,
nothing to be afraid of
we all had to go through it

 

[Epmd607]

Hello fellow literoticas--i am new to this group and just getting started as an-open-to-the-public author and poet--i dont know if there are any special social protocols to asking if there are some of you that would be interested in reading some of my poetry if i emailed it to you--most of my works are pretty long-aka too long for posting--i would really like the feedback of strangers who have never heard of anything ive done--if interested, please email: arielsgoddess@yahoo.com

You're writing epics? I don't know that anything is too long for submitting over at the login screen on the index page, 'submit' then 'poem'. More people will read you if it ends up on the new poems page and then ask for feedback.

 

[Angeline]

Welcome and feel free to post poetry here in the hangout or on the other, main forum. If you want feedback, be sure to say so. you'll get it. There are a few threads that are especially helpful: Poetry In Progress (on the main forum) invites you to post poems you are working on for workshoppy type help. If you post there, please comment on at least one poem already in the thread. And if you just want to write no holds barred, pre-editing poetry, try All of a Sudden Passion, Passionately or Not Sure How Many Words, both on the main forum. Or start another thread. We're pretty laid back here. Oh and if you'd like some soothing, visit one of Tihmmm's laid back threads. I believe there's one for each season.

 

[hmmnmm]

Listen to Angeline.
She'll not lead you astray.
Even if she did you wouldn't mind.
I would go astray if she wanted to take me astray.
Uh, not quite all the seasons, yet.
Just two, so far.
But Fall's coming.
Not a bad idea.
Not bad at all.
Yeah.

 

[champagne1982]

Listen to Angeline.
She'll not lead you astray.
Even if she did you wouldn't mind.
I would go astray if she wanted to take me astray.
Uh, not quite all the seasons, yet.
Just two, so far.
But Fall's coming.
Not a bad idea.
Not bad at all.
Yeah.

That way you will be "A Man For All Seasons". Here I was hoping that that title could be interpreted as a smorgasbord of men but we can do it as if you can fill all the positions.

 

[hmmnmm]

That way you will be "A Man For All Seasons". Here I was hoping that that title could be interpreted as a smorgasbord of men but we can do it as if you can fill all the positions.

welll... uhhh.... yeah... y'know...

Whatever works,
" " serves the community,
" " fills a gap,
" " does the job
" " uplifts the downed

Old man winter,
Sweet cheeks of june
Whatever works.
Yeah.

 

[Angeline]

Listen to Angeline.
She'll not lead you astray.
Even if she did you wouldn't mind.
I would go astray if she wanted to take me astray.
Uh, not quite all the seasons, yet.
Just two, so far.
But Fall's coming.
Not a bad idea.
Not bad at all.
Yeah.

My astray is a city street
full of noise then duck into
a small bar quiet and blue
velvet booths very chi chi
musical ice ringing glass
Cole Porter private piano
words sung just for you:
C'est Magnifique.

Forget that. Come to Maine
in autumn the crowd thins
the sky is impressionist blue
painted deep green firs
stretched out to piers, wood
cages tilt crooked stacks
rugosa rose hard by rockpiles.
The air is so clean it stings.
It's a stubborn place
and I belong here.

When we are face to face
we laugh and whisper. I sing
an old jazz song circa
lost and feel the words on
my lips a breeze of poetry.

 

[The_Fool]

Welcome Arielsgoddess.



For the record I really want to do something with the title of this thread as the title of blurt.




Now for the threadjack.



It's always gin and jazz,
comfortable with the girl
that shares intimacy
without being intimate.

She steals a puff of my cigar,
I steal a slurp from her glass.
we chuckle words
harsh with all the blue haze.

So what if we get a little sad,
Langston Hughes reads Weary Blues
in time to that old piano.
The old man sways

to a melancholy beat.
Not much need for words
that mean so much
or so little.

She smiles a little,
I smile back.
A hug, a kiss,
a see you next time.

 

[Angeline]

Welcome Arielsgoddess.



For the record I really want to do something with the title of this thread as the title of blurt.




Now for the threadjack.



It's always gin and jazz,
comfortable with the girl
that shares intimacy
without being intimate.

She steals a puff of my cigar,
I steal a slurp from her glass.
we chuckle words
harsh with all the blue haze.

So what if we get a little sad,
Langston Hughes reads Weary Blues
in time to that old piano.
The old man sways

to a melancholy beat.
Not much need for words
that mean so much
or so little.

She smiles a little,
I smile back.
A hug, a kiss,
a see you next time.

See you next time.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

My astray is a city street
full of noise then duck into
a small bar quiet and blue
velvet booths very chi chi
musical ice ringing glass
Cole Porter private piano
words sung just for you:
C'est Magnifique.

Forget that. Come to Maine
in autumn the crowd thins
the sky is impressionist blue
painted deep green firs
stretched out to piers, wood
cages tilt crooked stacks
rugosa rose hard by rockpiles.
The air is so clean it stings.
It's a stubborn place
and I belong here.

When we are face to face
we laugh and whisper. I sing
an old jazz song circa
lost and feel the words on
my lips a breeze of poetry.

Nice, and I think I'd like to try Maine or someplace away from a city for a bit.