Let's Hear It For The Poets

How?

How can I say goodbye
when my closed eyes
still see your smile
and watch your gray-
hazelled eyes glint
a twinkle at my answer?

How can I say goodbye
when I feel your touch
on my hands as I smooth
them over my scars;
marks of life and living,
reminders of my gifts
of children and my soul?

How can I say goodbye
when I hear I love you
in every corner, with each
breath of wind
and the sighs of my lips
against the pillow
that still holds your scent?

How can I say goodbye
when I can't believe
you're already gone?
 
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Mmm, so glad Todski requested the GIlK series. #s 3 & 4 are my favorites.
The last bit of #4, perfect! God damn perfect.

How, is such a lovely expression of grief, I love that piece.

Great readings Champagne. :kiss::rose:
 
When read out, this piece almost doubles its impact, powerful write, powerful vocalising, I wanted to cry at the end

Agree. I love hearing these poems read aloud because I get where you want the emphases and pauses. And it is very powerful writing just reading it.
 
Agree. I love hearing these poems read aloud because I get where you want the emphases and pauses. And it is very powerful writing just reading it.
Spoken word is amazing. I am the featured poet today at Circe's New Poets' Sanctuary in New Brighton on Second Life. My reading starts at 5 pm Mountain and the open mic is from 4 p.m Mtn for an hour. We'll help you! lol the account is free, just takes a bit of silly avatar building, and learning to walk, etc.

Look me up, I'm Merope Madrigal.
 
Spoken word is amazing. I am the featured poet today at Circe's New Poets' Sanctuary in New Brighton on Second Life. My reading starts at 5 pm Mountain and the open mic is from 4 p.m Mtn for an hour. We'll help you! lol the account is free, just takes a bit of silly avatar building, and learning to walk, etc.

Look me up, I'm Merope Madrigal.
omg.. i suck at time zones. If anyone missed it because I subtracted an hour to mountain rather than adding it. I am so very sorry.
 
Angeline, you remind me of someone, I wish I could think who, but I know it's someone I've heard read poetry before. If I ever figure it out I'll PM it to you :)
To me, Angie sounds a little like Sharon Olds.
 
Mine is up now

Ah! Here we go. A poem of mine (and the accompanying audio recording of it done by myself) is (are) finally up on the site now after being submitted a good while ago. It's called "Feather," it's based on my story "Do You Trust Me?" and it's found here:
http://www.literotica.com/p/feather-do-you-trust-me
Hope you like it! —Smokey :D
 
Here are readings from the St. Marks Poetry Project. These readings occurred from the mid to late 1970s and there's some great stuff there. I especially recommend #21, a poem about Frank O'Hara written and read by Ted Berrigan. And #23 is a live improvisation of "Popeye and William Blake Battle to the Death," starring Kenneth Koch and Allen Ginsberg.

It's a great site. Enjoy!
 
well now, since i've my proper pc upstairs, i can take advantage and spend time listening to you all as i sip my coffee. what a great way to start the day!

:cool::rose:
 
This is a voice thread y'all. So let's hear it.

Read us a favorite piece
or
Read us your own stuff


I'll start us off with one of each, a favorite and a tribute piece

https://soundcloud.com/mistress-heather/poemtothefreaks

https://soundcloud.com/mistress-heather/sorrycharlie

oh wow! trix,i had no idea you sounded so southern and it'll colour how i read you from here. but, what i really like is the diversity of mood between these three: that first was ballsy, pacey, brimful of life and frustration; the second, a softer aspect but delivering well; the third, as yet another aspect of what is (in my head anyway) the same character. they are all intimate, as if the reader has been served up slices of the n's inner narrative before the filters are in place between thought and spoken word.

to be honest, trix, i found your poems work even better for me in this medium! :cool:
 
https://soundcloud.com/todski28/audio-recording-on-tuesday

shush whispered deep into you clavicle
as hands pin your wrists to your hips,
teeth slide hard as hot breath
chars a path up to your ear lobe

moaning a little
grind forward
your want simmers below the belt
as he turns up the flames,
the forceful thump
as pinned to the wall you squirm
in beaded droplets of heat boiled over
dampen your panties as he

passes both your wrists into one hand
nailing them to the wall
his lips, your lips
join together
as his free hand
rends your underwear
he whispers shush as you blush a deep crimson
and try your hardest to get him to fuck you
well now :D

your voice sounds so familiar - must be from where i used to watch 'neighbours' back in the day, lol. good to hear how you sound. again, it's going to affect how i read/hear your work from this point: i knew your were aussie but somehow never took that into account when reading you :eek: i suppose most poems are read/heard entirely differently to how we all write them :eek:

that's a good, solid write, tods; were you trying to inject urgency into it by reading it as fast? not sure how well that worked for me compared to reading you, since i've always found you encapsulate the drive in your written versions with use of sound/line break to deliver.

i suck at reading my stuff, so you're up on me there already :D
 
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