A small offering...

[Guest]

Are you ready for some healing!
The mechanics of this poem call upon the Golden Spiral, or steps in the more commonly-known Fibonacci Sequence. I hope the magic works. I have fun with these momus conjurations, and I give thanks to the Great Spirit.

It hasn't got a title. What do you suggest?

Blood.
Eye.
He sat,
and waited.
The end of the hour
came sooner than he expected.
He came, to the bottom of the
gut-pile. He blamed, the emptied ribs
on the roaming band
of rot-hungry
wolf-souls.
And.
One.
Crow.

Yah! who delivers me!
Yah! my Light beyond Being.
Where are my enemies that flooded the vale,
as before, when the deep sea did swell
and compel the green drink rise against,
rise in wrath, against the hidden blue mountains?
Who comes before me? The battle-field is empty,
is worm-haunted and dour. Where scent I the blood?
The children I may devour. Sheep for my many
olive-skinned daughters.
Goats for my sons to grow slings on.
Yah! you sicken me.
I am one, without second.
I have exhaled.

Thanks,
Ihmara

 

[Guest]

Wash your hands

Well, good morning, my hearties! Or noon, as the case may soon prove to be! Sha!
I see that a few of you have at least perused this nothing bit
of lackwit writ!
I would like to try another, to lure some of you out! To stretch your colons.
This one is not as small, and a little more explicit. I'm holding back the really bloody meat, until I place you all in context.

Altar Beast

I must maintain
the relationship –
the elder, one of wisdom.
the younger one, exquisite,
inquisitive, and soft.
The elder must not breach
this binding, oath,
in essence of its Self.
For laying with a lover
implies equality.
Who would wound?
Or move to shame,
with crimson taint,
their soil under-handedly tossed
to a Tender loving less than they?
The elder is rounder,
and must not fall.
Evil elder,
even greater given
the gap and page of years,
spent along the beast rod.
Hold that snake back straight,
do not fall.
Die like wildfire,
broken, your Self, against,
a spirit chain, a command,
flame, but do not fall.

Ihmara

 

[Guest]

About submitting poetry

 

[The Huntsman]

This is unfortunate...

Well, thank you for the clarification.
It is most throughly a shame.
In any case, I do hope you have enjoyed these two poems. You'll get no more from me.

Have a so-fine day, nildenya.

 

[Fairytat]

What?

Why aren't you going to post or submit any more poetry?

 

[The Huntsman]

Uncomfortable format

Well, I feel strange about the whole concept of linking to a collective.

What is this collective, and what does it do?

Do I waive rights to my original creations upon submition?

Clearly, I have not taken the time to route out all these answers. I'm sure the site is friendly enough.

Truth be told, a link was posted at a porn message-board, where I regularly laud my wares. With half a heart, I came here to disrupt the Forum and attack homosexuals.
But that is not my style. And liking what I found, I thought I would contribute some and hope for response.

Perhaps I will stay, though there are more than enough poets here, I see.
Perhaps one among you can assuage my fears about the collective format?
Sub specie aeternitatis,

 

[Fairytat]

Your poetry remains your own even after submission. This site is designed to publish your works and share them with like-minded people. It might help if you read the F.A.Q's

 

[The Huntsman]

all the way in

Well, I submitted one of my shorter poems as a test.
Once the poem has been posted, do I simply find it in the Index, copy the address, and then type the address into the body of a new thread?

Thanks, especially to you, Færytat.

 

[karmadog]

Actually, this is a good way to protect your publication rights. Should your poems show up elsewhere, your pub date here can always protect you.