Declaring my love for smithpeter's poetry

[WickedEve]

This is a thread in praise of smithpeter. I personally adore the man's words. I look forward with tingling anticipation to each new poem.
smithpeter, thank you for never boring me. Thank you for occasionally freaking me out. Thank you for making me look at elbows and toes in new ways. Thank you for expressing yourself in such a fantastic way. Thank you for sharing your poetry!

(This is a smithpeter adoration thread. If it makes you sick, go puke elsewhere. )

 

[karmadog]

I'm with you.

When I first started hanging out on the boards, smithpeter had an Av that made him look like a British commando. He seemed kind of scary, but then I read his poetry. And I was terrified!

sp is inventive and terse. Evidence that the Toplist is meaningless is that there are no poems by smithpeter on it.

Dogwood is one of my favorites.

 

[smithpeter]

ok, stop it.
I spent a long time today walking and breathing in a place near my home that no one should ever own.
I thought about my friends while trying to climb a hill.
There were little growing things. Some of them got ripped out by the roots. Damn growing handles.

 

[WickedEve]

Okay, I'll stop it. But it was a milestone for me to declare something. I was in Mexico in the early 80s and when I was crossing back into the US, I was asked if I had anything to declare. "No," I lied. Yes, Wicked Eve slipped a piñata, maracas, and other souvenirs into the country. The crimes of a wild and crazy teen!

 

[perks]

One may love smithpeter
in fact he's quite the thing
but if you want to know my heart
and what poet makes me sing
look to the depth and pen of her
that wooed me from the start
she has more words than Webster
when crafty with her art
She loves the rhythm and the rhyme
and for her I will admit
that when she sways her lovely verbs
I whole heartedly submit.
And that, dear friends, is why I praise
that wicked girl named Eve
She's mouthy, kind and often wise
but the reason I don't leave.

 

[WickedEve]

One may love smithpeter
in fact he's quite the thing
but if you want to know my heart
and what poet makes me sing
look to the depth and pen of her
that wooed me from the start
she has more words than Webster
when crafty with her art
She loves the rhythm and the rhyme
and for her I will admit
that when she sways her lovely verbs
I whole heartedly submit.
And that, dear friends, is why I praise
that wicked girl named Eve
She's mouthy, kind and often wise
but the reason I don't leave.

Oh Perky... I was reading this and wondering who your were talking about. lol
It's easy to see why everyone loves you.

 

[TheDR4KE]

Oh Perky... I was reading this and wondering who your were talking about. lol
It's easy to see why everyone loves you.

Yeah, ain't she just great.

Nice poem too, perk

Quack

the D

 

[smithpeter]

thank you eve
thank you dog
i am going to lay down now

 

[KatPurrs]

Praise be to sp!

I totally agree with karmadog...Dogwood is one of smithpeter's best. And right up there is "The Longness of Liz" one of my all time favorites!

smithpeter, thanks for all the reads. Your poems are always intriguing, thought provoking and never boring. I hope you're getting stronger with each passing day.

Thanks, Eve... couldn't pass up this chance to say hi to all of you.

Kat

 

[WickedEve]

I like 99% of sp's poetry. So I randomly picked this one to discuss:

Favorite Whore Of My Penis
by smithpeter ©

Steven convinced me
to partake, allow the splay.
His black haired shoulders and muscled
butt quivered in thrusts, grunts.

Brenda, accepting as a nun,
smiles like the moon does
over hand holding spooners do
meeting, touching first time.

A missionary by trade, she offers
loins, dimpled lower back, smooth
between breasts that gave me need
to suck the cross that hangs there.

She whispers:
You are different, your stroke long,
slowly taking my pussy for your own
with eyes trying at romancing occupation.

Steven grunts alone across room,
spent of fluid, counting money for
more exotic pumping.
He rolls his socks, suggests I hurry.

We part.

I sleep restless years later.
Brenda the gracious.
Shopper in my favorite grocery.
The woman in an airport far away.

What do I like about this poem? I enjoy the content. To me, the content is daring and gritty. I've said before that I like that smithpeter's poetry is never boring. I love the unique way he expresses himself, and the way he perceives his world.
Another thing I enjoy about this poem is the story it tells. His words give a very clear image of the described scene.
Also, in most of his poetry, each word has a purpose for being there. smithpeter doesn't throw in a lot extra, needless words.
And this poem has a strong ending. Years later, he's still affected by that experience.

 

[smithpeter]

Thank you WE,
After reading your kind words and that poem again I am reminded of a second part that followed the guy in his unintentional search for Brenda.
He thinks she is around every corner and every woman whom he finds attractive could be her. He sees her with strong arms or delicate, dainty wrists. Hair up, hair down, shaved and in accident photos on TV's most stupid.
He is always sad. Once he tried to strike up a conversation with "her" at a family Historic Farm location. He watched an attractive young woman chasing then herding then gathering her two young daughters. It was what he wanted his life to be like too. He gripped his conviction in fist and approached.
He smiled. She looked at him with suspicion. A chicken attacked and he was wounded. Bleeding from the shin he retreats to an arboretum.

 

[WickedEve]

Thank you WE,
After reading your kind words and that poem again I am reminded of a second part that followed the guy in his unintentional search for Brenda.
He thinks she is around every corner and every woman whom he finds attractive could be her. He sees her with strong arms or delicate, dainty wrists. Hair up, hair down, shaved and in accident photos on TV's most stupid.
He is always sad. Once he tried to strike up a conversation with "her" at a family Historic Farm location. He watched an attractive young woman chasing then herding then gathering her two young daughters. It was what he wanted his life to be like too. He gripped his conviction in fist and approached.
He smiled. She looked at him with suspicion. A chicken attacked and he was wounded. Bleeding from the shin he retreats to an arboretum.

Oh yeah, I know all about those historic farms and attacking chickens...

I think he would have had better luck if had not gripped his conviction in fist as he approached.

 

[karmadog]

That's a mighty big conviction if it can take a chunk out of his shin while being choked.

Wait, maybe I misread that somehow.