First Poetry Post. Edge of the Day.. New here..

[Du Lac]

Edge of the Day

The morning is new,
Start a new way,
Dreams of my sleep,
Edging the day.

Soft winds blow,
Warm creations of silk,
Peace it does sow,
Suckling Goddess milk.

Feed from her breast,
Ample and full,
Hands cradle gently,
Her essence you pull.

Morning so lovely,
A chance to begin,
Centered and focused,
There is no sin.

Dreams of the night,
Fly to the day,
Alive and breathing,
Passion’s creative way.

You watch me grow,
Craving my passion,
Comfort you sow,
To be, is my fashion.

Morning so soft,
Time to begin,
Living the moment,
Your essence my sin.

Drawn to me now,
Within, you will live,
My passion enwraps you,
I take all that you give.

Suckle my breasts,
Drink full and deep,
Forever my guest,
Entwined we will sleep.

Dreams rise to morning,
Like the sun greets the day,
Full passion, no warning,
Before you, my essence I lay.

Drink of my passion,
Feel life, full bliss,
Ecstasy within us,
I crave your kiss.

Morning so soft,
I hear the call of the day,
Goddess fills me.
When your away.

Can you feel me now,
Though we’ve not met,
Swirling inside me,
My passion, your pet.

The morning is new,
Start a new way,
Dreams of my sleep,
Edging the day…..

dlt Aug 19 2004 copyright all rights reserved
For J... my muse...

 

[WickedEve]

Welcome to the board and thanks for bringing a poem with you. I've read it. I have no comments at the moment. I think I need to read it again, absorb it a bit more, ponder the meaning.

 

[Du Lac]

new poem..

thank you.. new here and learning... this is just one of my poems.. which are suggestive.. I hope you enjoyed it and look forward to any help I can get..
Du Lac

 

[WickedEve]

Will you post another one of your poems on this thread? I'm curious to see what else you have.

 

[Du Lac]

another poem for eve to read...

Not from Sin
Tides slide back from the shore,
Time flies by souls do soar.
Forever to search truth be told,
Hopes and dreams our hearts do mold.

Sitting wondering what tomorrow may be,
Wastes the moment in front to see.
Forward we move no choice at hand.
As we pull our heads from the depths of sand.

Water calls to me now to come,
Whispering softly, I know now from.
No choice but surrender all I desire.
To want and need I do retire.

Time lies before me, no life in the past.
Living there only makes the pain forever last.
Grab the moment now to begin.
Life my way comes not from sin.

dlt © Sept 25 2004

and another...

Harvest Time

Cold night air slowly creeps,
The fall the time to sneak a peek,
Who you are and want to be,
Find the one whom you seek.

Colors so bold and bright,
Orange, red and yellow so true,
Singing dancing with all their might,
Visual life that lies in you.

Intensity and passion you scream to hold.
From deep within you look,
Colors call to you to be so bold,
Life as this, not from the book.

Reaping the rewards of your toil,
A harvest to celebrate with all you know.
Take the time yourself to spoil,
Your fall colors float and flow.

A time so tender, all to enjoy,
Moments seconds each so passion filled,
Take the time do not be coy,
Ride a leaf, sing, dance, be thrilled!

A cool autumn breeze rustles the leaves,
Stand up, look in, be the twin.
Drenched in orange, red and yellow.
To the ground the leaves will spin.

Harvest your life,
The pure moments of time,
Grab at strife,
Forward do climb.

Ride the leaf of harvest time,
Before we sleep,
Our passions entwined,
Autumn dreams yours to find.

dlt © sept 20 2004

 

[Miss Oatlash]

Welcome!

 

[Du Lac]

Another Poem.. one of my favorites

The Calling
I wait for your calling
To come live in the bliss
Painful the longing
The need for your kiss

Long I have searched
For one who dares
Accept the challenge
Live the passion that flares

Look to the east
I sing to the west
North is barren
South calls to the flesh

Submit to thee
Take all that I am
Gentle and loving
Open the dam

Simple inside
Complex the outer
No longer I hide
Push through the doubter

False life unveiled
True to oneself
Arms open freely
Bliss in the self

Within you I see
A mirror of me
Truth of the moment
Free now I will be

I wait for your calling
To come live in the bliss
Painful the longing
The need for your kiss

dlt © sept 4 2004

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

Welcome!

You came to a great place!

You have some nice poetry. Keep up the good work and don't let anyone scare you away. This can really be a great place for encouragement and support.

Again, welcome

 

[WickedEve]

Welcome!

You came to a great place!

You have some nice poetry. Keep up the good work and don't let anyone scare you away. This can really be a great place for encouragement and support.

Again, welcome

Now, who would scare du lac away? (where's my poetry stick. I haven't beaten anyone with it lately.)

 

[Du Lac]

don't scare easily

lol I don't scare easily.. the thing about poetry is that some like your stuff and others don't. Just like life.. some people like you and some don't... I don't like all people nor all poetry so I do not expect the egotistical thought that all should love mine...
so.. a spanking once in awhile is good for one.. teaches you to expand our horizons...
du lac

 

[WickedEve]

Re: don't scare easily

lol I don't scare easily.. the thing about poetry is that some like your stuff and others don't. Just like life.. some people like you and some don't... I don't like all people nor all poetry so I do not expect the egotistical thought that all should love mine...
so.. a spanking once in awhile is good for one.. teaches you to expand our horizons...
du lac

Well, I'm not going to comment on your poetry until I have time to read it all. Okay, one comment. What little I've read so far isn't bad, but probably needs some work. Of course, my poetry needs work from time to time, too.

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

Rut ro! I wasn't referring to anyone here. Just wanted to make the person feel welcome as you all did me

I happen to love it here!!

 

[Christina O. Leigh]

Maybe I should take that back.

"Wicked" Eve looks very intimidating in that hat. Run y'all. Run!!

That kind of sounds like "Run, Forrest, RUN!!". Hmm, I think I'm gonna go watch that movie.

Joking...please don't slap me through the screen. I slap myself enough!! (grins at self)

 

[WickedEve]

Maybe I should take that back.

"Wicked" Eve looks very intimidating in that hat. Run y'all. Run!!

That kind of sounds like "Run, Forrest, RUN!!". Hmm, I think I'm gonna go watch that movie.

Joking...please don't slap me through the screen. I slap myself enough!! (grins at self)

Well, I just realized that I'm wearing a black hat for the poetry gun fight--and I'm just a judge. Maybe I'm a judge that shoots first, then passes judgment.

 

[Du Lac]

LOL.. this all started where???

LOL.. love when one writes something.. and humourous banter develops... on a whole different level... very good... can I borrow the hat Eve? On another note.. Miss Oaklash I just read your Haiku.. I write these and just love them would love to do a little Haiku exchange with you what do you think?
Du Lac

 

[WickedEve]

Re: LOL.. this all started where???

LOL.. love when one writes something.. and humourous banter develops... on a whole different level... very good... can I borrow the hat Eve? On another note.. Miss Oaklash I just read your Haiku.. I write these and just love them would love to do a little Haiku exchange with you what do you think?
Du Lac

After the gun fight, (by the way, check out the thread) I'll be back and then, hopefully, I can read all your poetry!

 

[Du Lac]

thank you

thank you Eve... I just started to write last March.. so I of course have much to learn.. I was an english major but not poetry believe me.. but my "experience" has brought out this side of me..which I enjoy.. I will check out the gunfight
thank you
du Lac

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Another Poem.. one of my favorites

The Calling
I wait for your calling
To come live in the bliss
Painful the longing
The need for your kiss

Long I have searched
For one who dares
Accept the challenge
Live the passion that flares

Look to the east
I sing to the west
North is barren
South calls to the flesh

Submit to thee
Take all that I am
Gentle and loving
Open the dam

Simple inside
Complex the outer
No longer I hide
Push through the doubter

False life unveiled
True to oneself
Arms open freely
Bliss in the self

Within you I see
A mirror of me
Truth of the moment
Free now I will be

I wait for your calling
To come live in the bliss
Painful the longing
The need for your kiss

dlt © sept 4 2004

Nice for a rhyming poem. That first stanza is pretty good, especially "to come live in the bliss."

 

[Du Lac]

RE: favorite poem

Thanx Eve. This poem not only lets the reader get inside my head but inside my very essence. This is why I deem it my favorite. My poetry is the process of my release from the ego.. and what others deem me to be. It is the process of learning who and what I am ... and what I really want.. it gives me the insight to JUMP.. and detach from all that I thought was important. Which was an illusion and what I deemed to be an illusion or surreal is truley reality....
du Lac

 

[WickedEve]

Re: RE: favorite poem

Thanx Eve. This poem not only lets the reader get inside my head but inside my very essence. This is why I deem it my favorite. My poetry is the process of my release from the ego.. and what others deem me to be. It is the process of learning who and what I am ... and what I really want.. it gives me the insight to JUMP.. and detach from all that I thought was important. Which was an illusion and what I deemed to be an illusion or surreal is truley reality....
du Lac

My poetry is in the process of nothing. It's simply there like a toe--you like it; you kind of need it; you'd hate it to fall off and have a squirrel bury it.

 

[Du Lac]

Eve.. my very first poem...

Eve.. this is my first poem.. and it has a saga that follows.. but I am never happy with it, I love it but it is never quite right. And I know it needs much work. I would love to have you look at it when you can. I feel this is one that I need a spanking on lol..
Du Lac

The Priestess of the Fallen Oaks


I fell into the moon
And lived in the land of the midnight sun
the gate swings open
and I am greeted by a muse
gently he whispered love laced riddles in my ear
speaking to my heart, my soul opened
each willing to hear
my mind runs to the darkness...
Taking the muses hand we walked through the garden
in silent seperation
the light shines on
Alone with the muse
Sadly our hands slip out from the tender embrace
surrounded by a lush green of a dream
the riddles danced through me
the answers sleep upon the muses lips
I yearn to know the answers
but still
I am not told
there will be no kiss
so I may breathe in the answers..
anger flares...
why?
I look at the muse
no words..silent sadness
the riddles flying like hummingbirds in the air
The muse slowly fades in front of me
bursting into star dust
surrounding me like a tornado of Divine light
Soaking through my skin
the garment of my soul
I am a day star in the land of the midnight sun...
Without my muse I am lost.
my starlight fades in and out
traveling the overgrown paths
finally lost in the wilderness
I forge my own ...
searching for the answers
My shining garment is soiled and torn
My soul exposed and vulnerable
I am trailed by the hummingbird riddles
the whirl of their wings
throbs noisly in my mind
lost in the darkness still
memories of my muse
glisten upon my skin
a torture of the lessons learned
Hope struggles with each dying breathe
Desire and longing
I firmly clasp at my breast
my heart beats for the muse
to look within the all knowing eyes
and to see my granduer as he once did

I awaken in a meadow
bees busy at work
floating from stem to stem
bringing new life into the center of the moon
I gaze upon a mighty oak
tall and strong
My hands long to roam across the rough bark
and hear the whispers of the years
A lonely oak
who longs for companionship
I see the changing of many seasons
a hawk flies above and watches my progress
A voice I hear
with wise words that draw me
beware for what you seek
It will both amaze and bring you great sorrow
The seed of the old oak
dropped from the sky
the struggle for the roots to receive the life's water
Clutching at the earth
its mother
each morsel of soil
clings to the roots
painfully they spread and gain strength
Feeding from the full breasts of the Goddess
I feel the years of the oak passing through time
standing tall young and proud
Alone he is not
living among a forest of friends
slowly the disease of man took away their lives
Only shadows of fallen oaks grace the meadow
Towering alone now
waiting to be called forth
ripping it' s roots from the mother earth
The goddess lives within the pulp
She cries for the shadows of lost souls
The the dance of the leaves
of her fallen soldiers
that once stood proudly in the meadow
I call...
softly, gently
a lullaby
yearning to see the miracle
To feel the earth beneath my feet
rumbling
ripping itself from the mother
The oak struggles for freedom
as the hummingbirds take refuge within the branches
I hear the earth give way
thunder and screams...
groaning ...
straining for release
I stand aside...
my tears
now the life source for the exposed roots
I reach forward
crystal teardrops drip from the tips of my outstreched fingers..
like rain in the desert
falling to the roots
mingling with the milk of the Goddess
each splashing into a thousand stars
that sail towards the sky
swimming with the hawk
Alone I stand waiting
for when the oak will be ready to live in my star shine
and I in the center of the rings
One with the Goddess
her Priestess of the Fallen Oaks...

Love Light and Peace
Lady Lorraine du Lac

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Eve.. my very first poem...

Well, you got my attention with all that talk about poem spanking.
I like the title. First line is really neat: I fell into the moon. I like that. I'm actually commenting as I read it. I can already tell that it needs to be broken into a few more stanzas. I think that would make it easier to read. It's long. I have a feeling this one will need pruning back. It's "choppa word" time. For example, you could chop "gently." A whisper is gentle. This we know. So, why waste words with gently when it's already implied? I like loved laced riddles, but watch out for going overboard with adjectives. Too many can really weigh a poem down. And as I read a little further down, I see soul and heart. Be careful with too many of those sorts of overused words. And that's as far as I can go for the moment. There's a lot in this poem to read.

 

[Du Lac]

thanx Eve

yes lol.. it is long. I appreciate your help. I have come to learn that we need the input of others to grow. I may not see the problems in my work (poetry) or in my life lol.. until another helps me. Once to strong to ask for help, believing this was a weakness, I came to realize that not asking is the weakness and strength lies in humilty of realizing we are not perfect therefore need the help of others. Yes I am a deep one lol... but I thank you now for the insights
Du Lac

 

[WickedEve]

Re: thanx Eve

yes lol.. it is long. I appreciate your help. I have come to learn that we need the input of others to grow. I may not see the problems in my work (poetry) or in my life lol.. until another helps me. Once to strong to ask for help, believing this was a weakness, I came to realize that not asking is the weakness and strength lies in humilty of realizing we are not perfect therefore need the help of others. Yes I am a deep one lol... but I thank you now for the insights
Du Lac

I still put poetry out there with obvious flaws. You're right, it's harder to see your own problems. I usually, but not always, try to put my poem aside for awhile and then read it again. It's easier to edit when you've had time away from it.

 

[Du Lac]

I do the same Eve.. this one I have rewritten gone back rewritten.. it eludes me.. so I put it away.. there are 3 more poems that go with it... all long lol.. sagas. Those work better.. but this one I love the visual qualities.. but not the connection of the rhetoric.. maybe I am too close to it..???
Du Lac