BMF's Urban Hang Suite

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Such a sweet tone. Thank you for continuing to share.

Thank you...and might I say your thread is buzzing :) You would almost think that if your thread were a building, it would surely have revolving doors, people coming & going at all hours :D Makes me think of a swanky jazz place :)
 
Thank you...and might I say your thread is buzzing :) You would almost think that if your thread were a building, it would surely have revolving doors, people coming & going at all hours :D Makes me think of a swanky jazz place :)

Thank you, SD. I'm honored.
 
I have but ONE word for this thread...

(are Ya ready for it?!)

Amazing!

*giggles madly*
 
This has a story behind it...it was for a friend, I think the poem says it best...

He said he loved her deeply
He wasn’t a man but a boy
Sex was just a game for him
But a baby’s not a toy

Teasing gently playing around
Silently whispering his name
Eyes gently sparkling, lips parting
She didn’t know it was a game

No worries for the night
Nothing would be undone
Tangled hair discarded clothes
The strain of two bodies as one

Awakened in the morning
The sun dancing on her skin
He said he had to leave
She wouldn’t see him again.

Torn, conflicted, and scared
Unsure just where to start
Pondering life’s options
Her baby beneath her heart

The father absent at birth
So much stress and strife
One final push, and cry.
Bringing forth new life.
 
This has a story behind it...it was for a friend, I think the poem says it best...

He said he loved her deeply
He wasn’t a man but a boy
Sex was just a game for him
But a baby’s not a toy

Teasing gently playing around
Silently whispering his name
Eyes gently sparkling, lips parting
She didn’t know it was a game

No worries for the night
Nothing would be undone
Tangled hair discarded clothes
The strain of two bodies as one

Awakened in the morning
The sun dancing on her skin
He said he had to leave
She wouldn’t see him again.

Torn, conflicted, and scared
Unsure just where to start
Pondering life’s options
Her baby beneath her heart

The father absent at birth
So much stress and strife
One final push, and cry.
Bringing forth new life.

Wow, so very relevant today! IDK if it's just NY or if the young unwed mother phenomena is nation-wide, but the poem nails it SD!!! Amazing job! Standing O!
 
didn't have much time to write tonight. But, I wanted to keep the ritual.




If words could capture feelings,
then Sistine Chapels could be constructed in books,
and music would only exist from the lips
of poets and lawyers.

I can write all day,
play uncommon themes from dreams with
the sweat that lay on sheets of paper
covered in verbal mosaics

but I’ll fall short in
contorting the way smiles can pile into
one giant universe forming planets and moons
of swoons, yearnings, and desire.

So I leave love to love,
and place words in their corner,
mourning their shortcomings, experiencing
a paradoxical feeling.
 
didn't have much time to write tonight. But, I wanted to keep the ritual.




If words could capture feelings,
then Sistine Chapels could be constructed in books,
and music would only exist from the lips
of poets and lawyers.

I can write all day,
play uncommon themes from dreams with
the sweat that lay on sheets of paper
covered in verbal mosaics

but I’ll fall short in
contorting the way smiles can pile into
one giant universe forming planets and moons
of swoons, yearnings, and desire.

So I leave love to love,
and place words in their corner,
mourning their shortcomings, experiencing
a paradoxical feeling.

Dude, just plain and simply...you're gifted! Wow!!
 
Good morning, poets, thinkers, writers, and lurkers who don't yet know that you belong on stage too! Let's make it great! Fill the suite with your words today. I wanna hear from you!
 
This has a story behind it...it was for a friend, I think the poem says it best...

He said he loved her deeply
He wasn’t a man but a boy
Sex was just a game for him
But a baby’s not a toy

Teasing gently playing around
Silently whispering his name
Eyes gently sparkling, lips parting
She didn’t know it was a game

No worries for the night
Nothing would be undone
Tangled hair discarded clothes
The strain of two bodies as one

Awakened in the morning
The sun dancing on her skin
He said he had to leave
She wouldn’t see him again.

Torn, conflicted, and scared
Unsure just where to start
Pondering life’s options
Her baby beneath her heart

The father absent at birth
So much stress and strife
One final push, and cry.
Bringing forth new life.

SD, I read this before working out last night. I couldn't forget it. So much emotion. Thanks for continually honoring this thread.
 
ok...my morning thought

Words dripping like a broken faucet.
Plip...plop...plip.
Drops echoing like thunder through a small room.
Splashing moldy floors,
Leaking through doors
Causing slips, trips, and falls
Stumbles easily avoided.
Floorboards rotting, cracks expanding.
Bowing deeply from the slight pressure
Of soft steps landing.
If only the faucet had been fixed.

Words dressed up in a mini skirt.
Sitting in the corner of the club,
Drinking an appletini,
Showing much love.
Buxom as hell, catching eyes in a net.
Profile like whoa,
Players don't stand a chance.
Choosing her prey, she makes his day.
Until the cruel bitch gives him the itch.
She's been used before, so its all she knows.
Then she reapplies lipstick
Before she gives her next blow.

Words laying in bed beside the woman he loves
Preparing bs, as he gives her a rub.
"It's not you, its me" comes the flash of the bomb
Watching her recoil, pats himself on the back
Then exits with incredible aplomb.
Father, husband, yet boyfriend and lover.
Shattering one world, then building another.
A czar of the worst kind, promising life
Then leaves death, extinguishing the sparks of life.
Serial rapist of the first order.
No borders, no hoarding,
Merely finagling strings.
He's Gepetto.
 
"This"

This is not about sex.
It's not about caresses
Foreplay
Fingertips
Thrusting, pumping, stroking, groping,
Pokers, peckers, pussies gushing
Juices flowing
Erections growing.
It's not physical.
It's not instant gratification.
It's not lust.
It's not my imagination.
It's not my fantasy.

This is about words striking
And piping their way into a fleshy heart
That responds by beating
With increased vigor.
This is about hearts meeting, shying away,
Then meeting in non obvious ways.
Melding quietly, and not noticing
Their extreme proximity
Towards something insanely magical.
This is about the fog lifting
From dual consciousnesses...
Finding two undressed.
Naked and unashamed.
Only feeling to blame the pain of past erased
And the hope of future
Bestowed.

This is about words unspoken,
Yet understood innately
Between people on a single plane of thought.
It's intimacy regarded outside of the norm
It's fetish of more than sexual defining,
Yet, accomplishing fulfillment far beyond any chance encounter.
This isn't a one night stand,
But a multiple nights falling.
Fearful yet fun and freeing.
Not worried, just being.

This is....
Real.
 
This........was magnificent. Sigh*

This is not about sex.
It's not about caresses
Foreplay
Fingertips
Thrusting, pumping, stroking, groping,
Pokers, peckers, pussies gushing
Juices flowing
Erections growing.
It's not physical.
It's not instant gratification.
It's not lust.
It's not my imagination.
It's not my fantasy.

This is about words striking
And piping their way into a fleshy heart
That responds by beating
With increased vigor.
This is about hearts meeting, shying away,
Then meeting in non obvious ways.
Melding quietly, and not noticing
Their extreme proximity
Towards something insanely magical.
This is about the fog lifting
From dual consciousnesses...
Finding two undressed.
Naked and unashamed.
Only feeling to blame the pain of past erased
And the hope of future
Bestowed.

This is about words unspoken,
Yet understood innately
Between people on a single plane of thought.
It's intimacy regarded outside of the norm
It's fetish of more than sexual defining,
Yet, accomplishing fulfillment far beyond any chance encounter.
This isn't a one night stand,
But a multiple nights falling.
Fearful yet fun and freeing.
Not worried, just being.

This is....
Real.
 
With out your hand to hold....


I sit here and think of no other. The dawn sets a new morning arises. And still it is only you lying with in my head.

My mind races to let go to find a finish. A sunset, a moon rise and face the next with out your sea of tranquility resting inside of me.

Only every moment your there, here in my head. Serenely sailing upon my oceans of dream.
Only spending time alone within your thoughts and only speaking with your eyes to every beautiful thing.
 
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