Dedications

[JUDO]

No, not quite like you might hear them on the radio - "'Oops, I did it again' requested for President Bush."

These should be poetry inspired by, meant for and dedicated to those people, public, private or otherwise who caused you to imagine a phrase and send them a message.

I wrote one for my friend WickedEve recently and promised one to another, and finally, here it is.

Pas de Deux en Espagne

(for my gentle thinker, Lauren)

As all things begin, our moment is chilled
While the sun ends its day, painting us with gold.
You're poised and chic, a ballerina on hold.
My breath catches quick, but my heart is filled.

White blouse unbuttoned over skin so pure -
Perfect page for my tongue as I point its quill
Writing my love on your breasts, each motion to thrill.
Our hands touch with care, their caresses endure.

Your breath accelerates a sigh of content
While panties slide down warm ankles and toes.
My hands trace curves which lie in repose
As I lick the soft lips whose smile's a portent.

On my knees by your side at the end of the couch,
I kiss coltish legs, saving my best in truth.
Knees part and you laugh, showing pearly white tooth
As breasts brush your thighs from my tiger's crouch.

My fingers move nimbly as you quell my fear
With a hug so warm, it anoints Mary's crown.
I genuflect my want between pink soft as down
And you sing the song that I've longed to hear.


* * *

Don't you have a poem inside to dedicate to someone - a friend, a foe, a lover or beau?


- Judo

 

[WickedEve]

Oh, Lauren is going to love this poem. It's magnificent!
Good idea for a thread. I have many poems that have been inspired and written for others. There's my Ocean's Daughter for Judo poem.

I'll look through my poems and post later.

 

[WickedEve]

I have one lovable nut that emails me often. Many of his emails are poetry. Sometimes I'll answer him back with a poem. I just wrote this one a few minutes ago. It was my poetic (and odd) way of responding to several emails at once.

submitted version
House Guest

he allowed bare feet
and t-shirts,
happy that I wore
no underwear.

curlers in sink fought
for one auburn strand
as nylons dripped over tub,
stimulating long leg memories...

I cooked eggs and served coffee,
washed away my lipstick
from his collar,
and dusted his E trophies.

I would have stayed longer
but his couch broke my back,
and I broke his heart
when I refused to sit
on his long-handled moustache,
spank him with long-handled brush,
and bury his secrets with long-handled shovel.

 

[Angeline]

This is a wonderful idea!

and I agree with Eve, the poem for Lauren is lovely--and I can't think of a more deserving recipient than the darling Ms. Hynde. But I have thoughts flying in my head about poems I want to write for this thread.

I'll be back!

 

[_Land]

I have totaly fell for another poet on this board, and if you havnt figured out who, you dont visit this board enough..........This is one of several Poems that are inspired by her.......
This is about the first time we will meet face to face.
BTW, it could never be soon enough! I love you.........






Falling Silent
by _Land ©
The conversation stops
We fall silent
What else is there to say
The silence is pleasant
We have covered every subject
The breeze whispers
Unburdened our hearts rest
simple pleasure sings
leaning over i kiss you
thumpthump, thumpthump,thumpthump

 

[WickedEve]

I have totaly fell for another poet on this board, and if you havnt figured out who, you dont visit this board enough..........This is one of several Poems that are inspired by her.......
This is about the first time we will meet face to face.
BTW, it could never be soon enough! I love you.........






Falling Silent
by _Land ©
The conversation stops
We fall silent
What else is there to say
The silence is pleasant
We have covered every subject
The breeze whispers
Unburdened our hearts rest
simple pleasure sings
leaning over i kiss you
thumpthump, thumpthump,thumpthump

Ahhh... Land, I'm so flattered, but... oh... you mean beth, right?

 

[_Land]

Ahhh... Land, I'm so flattered, but... oh... you mean beth, right?

yes I do, and I must confess While you didnt get me to fall, i sure stumbled after i walked in to the wall

 

[smithpeter]

dedication

~

for one, a jumping off point

a woman
showed to me,
pointed to
by my own single shaking finger

under wrapped,
not needing friendship
same as me,
just breathing air

love is not the same as friction
but related

it's amazing who just wants
a hug then goes way, way
away
from
there


7, sept 2002

 

[Angeline]

Rittenhouse Square

I have not forgotten you
green eyes

the day you made me
throw a pie at you

was maybe the best
day ever

i'd give anything to
see your trapazoid
your silly curly hair

jump in your arms
and laugh like
we don't care

17 again.

 

[smithpeter]

dedicated to rob, a friend from high school

stubborn intellectuals

round headed or pointy domed geeks
with nice legged ladies,
some tanned, all filled with grit

smiles planned on, or random,
listening to jazz in my back yard
sipping the views of fire,

some get all inspired by urination
stomping their feet and urging
us all to join in.

some decide to walk
into the dark-
some prance
(elegantly speaking in almost quiet voices)

"no matter" says one, a physicist from Long Island,
"here on this peninsula we can see as far
as you can in bum fuck anywhere"
he sits on a lawn chair
noticing the sparks of his universe,
sucking the beer he paid for,
criticizing the fire I built

 

[beths-virtue]

yes I do, and I must confess While you didnt get me to fall, i sure stumbled after i walked in to the wall

ooh he likes me , he really likes me !
now i shall have to write his name in big loopy letters all over my notebooks....

 

[_Land]

ooh he likes me , he really likes me !
now i shall have to write his name in big loopy letters all over my notebooks....

No just in indelible ink upon your breast

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Pas de Deux en Espagne

(for my gentle thinker, Lauren)

Judo!

OMG!

That is so beautiful! And so sexy! You're one hell of an erotic poetess. Thank you very much.

Now I have to go write a masterpiece in praise of your many talents

 

[Angeline]

yesterday your birthday
or it would have been
and soon i'll be the only
one who's left

who else will know
about the dogwood tree
or how to catch a minnow
in a jar?

I get tired telling them
that everything is fine
that you're a star
although i think
you would love them
and maybe even do

sometimes i don't remember
how you looked

but i know your eyes were
blue

9-08-02

 

[stargirl32]

ooh he likes me , he really likes me !
now i shall have to write his name in big loopy letters all over my notebooks....

to all lovers old new ... and remembered



short n sweet ..



Scribbled names linked with hearts.
Doodled over all my school books.
Declarations carved in to the bark,
Of the parks kissing tree.

 

[Rybka]

                                    Pull Only The Weeds

                                        The best day ever
                                was one that never
                                          ended

                                  Time cannot sever
                                  memories forever
                                          tended




Regards,                   Rybka

 

[Angeline]

I like that Rybka

Pull Only The Weeds

The best day ever
was one that never
ended

Time cannot sever
memories forever
tended

______________________________________

so true!

 

[WickedEve]

yes I do, and I must confess While you didnt get me to fall, i sure stumbled after i walked in to the wall

you stumbled, didn't fall,
walked into a wall?
i didn't use my weapons -
wicked wildfire -
i've roasted, toasted
a few male souls.
but wicked has a rule:
don't aim at another woman's target.

 

[beths-virtue]

you stumbled, didn't fall,
walked into a wall?
i didn't use my weapons -
wicked wildfire -
i've roasted, toasted
a few male souls.
but wicked has a rule:
don't aim at another woman's target.

great one , WE, and i didnt even know i had him in my sights, till he was strapped to the bumper.....


all right ... all right....
this is the type of poetry you write , when you have lost yet again at scrabble,
and the stakes was a poems about the others eyes....

Brown Eyes.


The golden brown eyes I see,
Gazing at me with rapture,
Seeking soul ward ever on
Into my heart,
Looking for the happiness
And finding none offers out salvation.

Golden brown eyes I see
Brown of earth and fertility
Deep wells and hidden pools.

Inside them deep brown eyes,
Smile furrows and laugh lines,
How I long to add to these.

Erasing the scars,
Imbedded in those
Golden brown eyes

 

[Angeline]

Leaning

leaning quiet
i can mark my
sway and hush
match breath to
heartbeat
arching slow
deliberate
falling back

which is it
hearing silence
or the wind
or the sigh
of giving in?

 

[Star At Sunrise]

Inspired & Dedicated

Here's one for Angeline! Hip, hip, hooray!!!

THE CHAOS OF RAIN

Synchronicity

What I thought was land, was really the water

A thing referenced in two or more separate places in a short period of time

Exploding as they strike
Then circles ever expanding
edges
catching the light
Fading
Dissolving

Smoky hot jazz
Painted poems
Love forever

All my landmarks were actually buoys
Bobbing in your wake

Seeing a connection between events seemingly unrelated.

Whoever is writing
My interior monologue
Is left perplexed
At this turn of events

The rain continues to fall.

 

[JUDO]

Good dedications, everyone. I'm really enjoying this thread.


- Judo

 

[perks]

feeling the moment and resting in my sugahduck

you’re the reason I close my eyes
covered in you
protected from lies
more than a few
the hows the whys?
the what is true
and how time flies
out of the blue
the morning sky
the me and you
the you and I
the wherewithal to
fight my sigh

 

[TheDR4KE]

to perky

Who is this, I?

A breath.
A breathing in,
where every lung full
carries fresh life to keep
this body shape, here.
Who is this, living I
that lives
but for the grace,
that breathes in
life?

A song.
A melody that echoes
every heartbeat -
heard but in silent still.
A song that weaves me
out of threads of life.
Who is this, singing I
who plays this song,
of me?

A heart.
A beating moving love,
of warmth and fragile
growth. That turns
towards the sun.
Who is this, loving I
who finds no guidance
but the living light
of your, or my, reflection
of me, or you,
or both.

 

[TheDR4KE]

another to and inspired by the perky-muse

Bud of a Smile

And thus, like roses true,
a bud of a smile forms,
grows and blooms
into the brightness of sunlight
on this ordinary day.