Oh, Canada...

tungtied2u

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It has become more and more apparent to me lately how many amazing and talented people come from Canada....
Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, Sara McLachlan, and of course our own Champers and echoes (what has happened to her ?) just to name a few.

This thread is for all and sundry who wish to applaud and thank our northern neighbors for their many wonderful contributions...

To The Man Outside My Window
by champagne1982©

I have a problem with this;
heavy-lidded eyes loosely
shuttered to conceal improper
views from the reflection
in the mirror; I see you.

I know your want when fingers
weigh the strip of blind
just enough to be mistaken
for the evening wind -- I hear
leaves whispering the sigh
of footsteps tread, where you crouch.

I get that you want my hands
to slide along this silky
basque and release these gartered
stockings, lovingly caressed
along my thigh until brushed
against the satin of panties,
musky with feminine sensuality.

I'll keep this on for you;
we'll lift my breasts above
these ivory cups and imagine,
exactly, how my berried nipples
must reply to each telepathic
kiss from lips against the sash.

My panties drawn to one side
in restrained liberation for one
french tipped finger to explore
as I close my eyes and you
open your mouth to taste
the air my sighs ride upon.
**********************

Untamed
by Marion Anderson © (echoes_s)

I manically beat with tarnished cane
meaningful words
shattered insane
denying doggerel balms,
shame, self-blame,
I became
a skeleton on wasted plains
parched from infertile rains
wheezing life inane
to unbalanced
thrashing wind-storms
of scattered bloodstains
passion unkempt
thirsting flames
quickly extinguished,
lacking…
wane

then you came
decanting dew drops
with sagacious sashay
bathing altruistically
desiccated pains
your lips ingrained
moist renewal
tender first
flooding, ravenous
ravaging
and remained
wetting fervor
gripping my name
I, enthralled
cast the other side of sane
quivering emotions
a shivering seascape
in your arms…
untamed.​
 
Here's one from one of my favourite Canadian residents, Tristesse2

The Moon and The Donkey

The Moon was a legend in logger lore.
Near seven foot and bear-like,
strong as an ox.
We called him The Moon
on account
of his luminous bald head.

We never knew how
the steam donkey fell on Moon
but as soon as they saw
men came running
from all over camp.

All we could see of Moon
in the muddy rut
was his bald head and it was screaming
“Off me! Off me!”
as the donkey sank down crushing
crushing
crushing the breath out of Moon.

We put our shoulders to the metal
heaving until our heads throbbed,
thirty of us seeing stars,
fallers, swampers and cook
but it budged not an inch.
All the while Moon was bawling
“Off me! Off me!”
weakening fast.

I knelt in the muck holding his head
and lying to him as his breath left
and he whispered his agony
until, in the awful silence
we stood away
impotent
looking down
at the wide unseeing eyes,
the blood filled mouth.

Later, after help arrived
and the donkey righted,
it dawned on us,
Moon knew he was done for
and “Off me!” was a plea
for a swifter way out.
 
The elegant and charming darkmaas is, I think, from up north. Here's one of his subtly steamy poems.



Note: Linked rather than copied in case he wants to take it down at some point. Go read all his stuff. The guy is good.
 
Sara Crewe

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thought better of posting this, since Sara has taken down her poems here ... sorry.

But yes, the talent in Canada, and in Canadian Literoticians, is as vast as its land.
 
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thought better of posting this, since Sara has taken down her poems here ... sorry.

But yes, the talent in Canada, and in Canadian Literoticians, is as vast as its land.
I was wondering about that.

Yes, Sara is a wonderful poet and we miss her, and her poems. I would cite her immediately, but, well, well, well. . .

. . . she's gone. It happens.

I am sure she's off doing well and being clever. She's a good poet.

Hey, Rainy, I was up at Fort Worden recently, and PT. Long time since I had been there.

Where did you stay, 'zactly? Up near the Parade Ground?

Nice place. I didn't write any poems, though. I did take pictures. :)
 
I was wondering about that.

. . . Hey, Rainy, I was up at Fort Worden recently, and PT. Long time since I had been there.

Where did you stay, 'zactly? Up near the Parade Ground?

Nice place. I didn't write any poems, though. I did take pictures. :)

it's a great place. did an incredible amount of writing up there.

the parade ground is right at the park's entrance. the artists' residences are deeper into the park. right turn after the parade ground, left at the next corner. Well up the hill, back toward the artillery emplacements.
 
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