Let's Hear It For The Poets

[UnderYourSpell]

a piece by a musician friend of mine:

Don't Want My Baby

don't want my baby, walk out that door.
cuz if you do, don't want you--, back no more, baby.
Baby, baby,
Baby don't go out that door.

little miss muffet, sat on her tuffet
while I sang the blues night and day.
'long come a wolf spider, lay down beside her --,
he said hey, hey!, baby sho tasting good today.

And she was gone--!, on, the very next train.
if you so inclined you should do the same.
But baby, baby, baby, baby don't go out that door
I said--, baby, baby,
Baby don't go out that door.

(sound of door slamming!)

Bitch!

This thread is for audio readings of your own or others poetry.

 

[Lyricalli]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/tohora

I'm surprised there hasn't been a response to this one yet. So different from most of what you've recorded before. I was touched by the vulnerability of the poem, the softness of your voice. Glad you recorded and shared this one.

 

[Piscator]

Stand by Boys

Time to reckon
Time to stand
Stand back
Stand by
Bystanders
Bye bye America
America melting
American pie
Pie perfect
Piebald pony
Pony up
Pony Express
Express yourself
Express mail
Mail fraud
Mail-in vote
Vote USA
Vote going viral
Viral virus
Viral pandemic
Pandemic panic
Pandemic vaccination
Vaccination vexation
Vaccination nation
Nation notions
Nation divided
Divided by Party
Divide by color
Color me pink
Color me blind
Blind fate
Blind justice
Justice ACB
Justice supreme
Supreme Court
Supreme moment
Moment has come
Moment to ignite
Ignite the kindling
Ignite by lightning
Lightning strikes once
Lightning can’t strike twice
Twice too much
Twice ain’t right
Right to fright
Right on boys
Boys will be boys
Boys by stand
Stand …
Boys …

 

[Lyricalli]

Stand by Boys

Nice job! For the life of me, I can't remember the name of this form, but I'm sure it'll come to me. Probably just as I'm trying to fall asleep or something. They're not easy to read, I know. I did a reading of one of Angeline's years ago, which was such fun.

Always good to see a new post in this thread.

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Nice job! For the life of me, I can't remember the name of this form, but I'm sure it'll come to me. Probably just as I'm trying to fall asleep or something. They're not easy to read, I know. I did a reading of one of Angeline's years ago, which was such fun.

Always good to see a new post in this thread.

I think, a nice way to bring it to life would be if at least two voices read it, fast, interlinking each other's lines - like a duet, or duel; maybe not the latter, really the wrong topic for that... Tango?

 

[Angeline]

Nice job! For the life of me, I can't remember the name of this form, but I'm sure it'll come to me. Probably just as I'm trying to fall asleep or something. They're not easy to read, I know. I did a reading of one of Angeline's years ago, which was such fun.

Always good to see a new post in this thread.

It's called a blitz, lots of fun to write. Thank you again for reading one of mine.

 

[Piscator]

Thanks to Calli, Angie and 29 for comments on my blitz. They are fun to write and read but harder than you might think for an unspontaneous rant.

The duet concept is interesting but beyond my recording/editing skills.

 

[Lyricalli]

It's called a blitz, lots of fun to write. Thank you again for reading one of mine.

Blitz! It never did come to me. It was my pleasure to read yours

 

[Lyricalli]

Levitating Bed graciously gave me permission to put my voice to his poem, Window and Shutter.


Window and Shutter by Levitating Bed

At our age the imagination
across the sorry facts
lifts us
to make roses
stand before thorns

-William Carlos Williams


Window and Shutter

I am made from all of it.
I carry it with me.
I don't need to imagine it.

The thorns are woven through with roses,
roses with thorns:
if I separate them
I cannot tell the story.

Looking out, what we see, we see only,
because of who stands behind us,
because of who has taught us to look,
We each, as window and shutter.

Winter days are short
and even if we sometimes need to remind
ourselves and each other -
we're moving towards the light of
longer, summer days.

We each, as window and shutter,
because of who we choose,
because of who we are looking with,
We see only, what we see, looking out.

You cannot tell the story
if you separate them:
the joy is woven through with sorrow,
sorrow with joy.

You don't need to imagine it.
You carry it with you.
You are made from all of it.





https://soundcloud.com/lyricalli/window-and-shutter-levitating-bed

https://www.literotica.com/p/window-and-shutter

 

[Lyricalli]

Wasn’t expecting a lump in my throat at the end of that,

Well recited, bring the piece alive for me

It took a few tries to get through it without choking up towards the end. I was hoping I could bring something to it that was close to what I got out of it. Thank you for the compliment; it makes me feel like I did it some justice.

 

[Levitating_Bed]

Levitating Bed graciously gave me permission to put my voice to his poem, Window and Shutter.

Graciously... as if I wasn't the lucky one, having you read my poem.

That one means a lot to me. I'm humbled to know it means anything to anyone else. That was beautiful Calli. Thank you.

 

[Lyricalli]

Graciously... as if I wasn't the lucky one, having you read my poem.

That one means a lot to me. I'm humbled to know it means anything to anyone else. That was beautiful Calli. Thank you.

Well, yes, I think it was quite gracious of you to trust me with your poem before ever hearing what I sound like or how I read.

I'm very touched by the compliments, and so pleased that you like it.

 

[Lyricalli]

Late on a Friday night felt like a good time to play with this one.


The Sun Knows It's Hot

You know I feel your eyes on me

And I hate it
that you know how easy
it would be to slide between my thighs
because I can't stop
my fucking hips from moving
or my core from trying
to put out this fire
with a flow of slick wet

Damn my nipples
for peaking against my shirt
against my will
creating a circuit of craving
that electrifies my skin

Fuck you
and your smug chuckle
as my legs part
to soothe the swelling ache

Teeth clench my bottom lip
as I try to remain silent

No, I won't look at you
refuse to see the hunger that burns in your eyes
concede the tenuous grasp
on my control

I'm going to pretend
that I can't already feel
your grip on my hair
teeth rasping my neck
thick fingers slipping effortlessly into me

I hate it

that I revel in this blistering need

while you're still across the room

and I don't know if I want the torture
to end

then I hear you stand



https://soundcloud.com/lyricalli/sunknows

 

[champagne1982]

Living In The Time Of Covid-19

The only thing that marks each day as new
is the repeated queries from the cat
as she paces between my pillow and my chest.
Her dainty paw presses my cheek, impatiently
insistent while her brothers nip at my toes.
Time bestirs my bladder to acknowledge
the kitten clock and rouses me out of bed.

The routine of caring for creatures blurs
the distinction of weekday, weekend, or holiday.
This is why the aged are surprised when
time has gone by and it's been a year.
A year since they've had a meal with friends.
Twelve months since they've travelled.
Three hundred and sixty-six days gone.

Naive optimism of early weeks has been replaced
by fear, horror, dismay, and frustration.
We are still afraid and horrified by the death toll,
dismayed with the selfishness of the few,
and frustrated by our impotence to change anything.
Yet, hope surfaces more often now, to quash
negativity, nurture promise, and validate patience.

Maybe this will be all over a year later than we thought.

 

[Lyricalli]

Living In The Time Of Covid-19

Oh, one hopes that April 2022 will look a little more like April 2019. I'm going to have to learn to be social again. The hermit side of me has had so much practice this past year.

Beautifully read, as always.

 

[champagne1982]

Oh, one hopes that April 2022 will look a little more like April 2019. I'm going to have to learn to be social again. The hermit side of me has had so much practice this past year.

Beautifully read, as always.

Thank you Calli. I'm hoping I'll be released from covid stasis by fall. Now if the variants will just calm down and become less virulent, and if the nay-sayers would just go live in Antarctica, then the world could get on with recovery.

 

[Tzara]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/new-recording-2

Cigarettes, By Tzara <snip>

Thank you Tzara for allowing me to read this

Thank you Tod for your reading.

Is there anything more rewarding to a poet (well, other than a book that sells a million. . . er, 10,000. . . copies) than having someone like the poem enough to want to read and record it?

I don't think so.

Your wanting to record it is like a blessing, in a way. So, thanks. And, yes, you read it well.

 

[Lyricalli]

Your wanting to record it is like a blessing, in a way. So, thanks. And, yes, you read it well.

Yes, yes he did

Thank you for writing it

 

[champagne1982]

Remind Me Love

I sat back and thought about those feelings
of green jealousy,
that tore me up and threw me to my knees;
because I'm all wrapped up with loving you,
and I don't live near enough to do
all those things that lovers keep on making new
like all the whispered words for I love you.

The bitter angst makes me remember
how it felt to feel things for the first time.
The kisses that I hunger for;
me begging, telling you I want more,
the touches of the clothes you wore
when I first tasted your sweet kiss.

Bear with me as I keep dragging out those moments
when I cried for you.
When I suggested that we analyze
the motives of our lovers that are not we two,
who want to live the life that lovers do,
and maybe they don't want me with you
because they don't think the love we share is true.

I will always be here for you, remember
that my heart beats because you testify you're mine
and no matter what, you'll always be
the one who sets my love free
and the only one who can do to me
the things that make me smile,

I love you. (and this is inscribed in stone)
Do you love me too? (Without you I am so alone)
If love is true, then darling pick up the phone
even when you're with some other girl.
Because she doesn't want me with you
even though I know our love is true
and I want to live the life that lovers do
and learn to open my heart to love her too.

 

[champagne1982]

hey Champ I couldn’t hear this even with my headphones on, don’t know if it’s my end but the audio was really, really quiet

I'll redo it Todski. I thought it was a little muted too, but I could hear it. I reposted the new link into the poem post.. Thanks for letting me know the problem. I hope you can hear it now.

 

[champagne1982]

Innervate Imagination

When I hear you whisper in that low slow arousal voice,
you remind me of my name through the fog of your touch,
each stroke stirring a different position from my legs,
stretching and spreading a wide vee,
whose point is the meeting of my thighs and the opening of desire.
Sniff and make me smile,
as with your nostrils' flare I see that spark ignite,
through your dilating pupils,
as a flash inside your mind

You are the one who takes me apart with a brush of your hand,
along the gooseflesh of my breast,
my pieces disassembling like a puzzle,
falling to individual colours.
blue sky like your eyes,
blue water like the liquid kisses from your lips,
and then I see the red of mine,
the heated radiance of pink blush from flesh,
teased and toasted with the patter of your drummer's palms

Those micro vibrations,
as they travel through my flesh
with each quick martillo smack,
down on the tightly stretched skin of my hip,
shaken along sensation's pathways,
innervate my mind,
so that my clit only needs the lightest touch to explode,
but only if you put me back together.

I need to be whole,
so I can feel you control,
how I will respond when you begin to stroke
those deft fingers across nerve endings,
teased to the surface of my engorged labia.
The pulsing hood covering up my too sensitive glans.
All of me giving over to you,
so that you choose where to begin taking me apart.

Again

The vibrant green of the carpeting grass,
falls like emeralds poured from a velvet bag,
or maybe the bright scarlet of saffron threads
dissolving to a liquid gold as they sink
through the heated fluid you have melted me to become.
Me a puddle of crocus flower blossom
fading in just one day,
while my mind leaps free
and becomes the white pieces of dove wings
and snow-capped Rockies

My memories of us together fade
to the sensations of us together
as you let me become a confusion of impressions
and just fuck me,
while I give up trying
to make sense of anything.
Just fuck me
so that I keep coming apart
until 2000 bits of my information can be catalogued
into edges, corners, sky,
and scenery that you yearn
to keep coming back for,
every day this sex remains imagination.

 

[shinybikiniwife]

i was going to link deneice williams... but I just can't.

 

[Tzara]

November 1988

I was browsing Québécois literature
in the basement of Duthie Books
when I caught sight of her fine legs

descending the spiral staircase.
She started leafing through the poetry section
as I was trying to think of a pickup line

like you know, my touch could change
the whole meaning of your body, when I spied
the gold band on her left hand

and then all I could wish
was that today was five or ten or whatever
years ago and that I was Canadian,

knew something about hockey,
and somehow I had met her well before
that guy who got there first.

 

[Lyricalli]

November 1988

Lovely, Tzara! Was so nice to see a bump in this thread

 

[Piscator]

Once Had a Dream

Had it all worked out last night, you know
Woke up this morning, it had lost its glow
Inspiration, perspiration, shine don’t show
Fast track’s fast, but change comes slow
Ain’t going nowhere, cause no place to go
Caught a dhow to China, but the wind no blow
Planted trees to carbon catch, but trees don’t grow
Bank’s taking back the house, says it’s in escrow
Clouds up high, but seems there’s only shit below
That ninety-nine percent done taken all the dough
Once I had a dream, but had to let it go.