Poetry Alert (The Young Lions)

[Unmasked Poet]

I wanted a thread to talk about poets both new and old who have impressed me. I will try very hard to avoid excessive displays of my tendency to acerbically indulge myself. I hope other will join me for a pat on the back thread.

I’m going to step outside my normal demure role and offer some opinions and kudos. So here is a thumbs up to all the new posters and a special nod to the expanding ones.

My first young lion is WickedEve.
Poets are like chemical formulas they matriculate, usually slowly and in the dark. W.E. has made great strides to expand her range and her voice. I like a good deal of her earlier works but truth be told the new ones are better.
It’s not that she just got lucky and all of a sudden began writing poems above pedestrian.

WickedEve has always tackled complex themes. Her first post “Sex Hole” illuminates the self worth verification all of us go through. Often no matter the complexity of our lives we also must accept our objectification, as some sort of human tool, be it for food, money or pleasure. This is an intense concept to tackle with simple rhyme and repetition. Yet she does and it works. The change I read between the first post and her last are a growth of language use, conceptualizing, and constructing images to match the complex themes she has always examined. From the outer shell “Girly things” to the Inner “Come to bed” Wicked Eve is developing a voice and style that pulls me into her vision. I shall always enjoy “Quickie Quartet” Yet I will rarely reread it. But “Sex Hole,” and her latest contemplations, shall have my attention for a long time to come.

Title Post Date
1 Sex Hole 11/05
2 Fleshy Flower 11/06
3 Rough Sex 11/07
3 Sensual Sentences 11/07
3 About My Panties 11/07
4 Wet Pet 11/09
5 Quickie Quartet 11/11
6 What is Cocklicious? 11/12
6 Woman Thang 11/12
7 When The Sandman Comes To Me 11/13
8 You Have One Minute Remaining 11/22
9 Double Dip 11/25
10 My Husband 11/26
11 Come to Bed 12/02
11 A Private Affair 12/02
11 girly things 12/02

U.P.

 

[WickedEve]

I hope others will join me for a pat on the back thread.

Well, a pat on the back can be nice. It lets me know that I've shown some improvement. But now that you've given me a pat on the back, and stroked my fur, and tickled my tummy, and... Oh, I'm sorry. I was fantasizing again. Anyway, it's time for me to stop wallowing in this moment of glory and get back to work. I've been reading and studying for long, long, long hours! It seems it's paid off... a little.

Yes, it is good to encourage new poets. To all newbies out there: Write poetry, read poetry, learn from criticism, and don't forget to enjoy the process.

U.P. thank you for including this lioness. I look forward to seeing who else will be joining the pride.

Rowr!
WE

 

[Unmasked Poet]

My next look is in Smithpeters direction. I enjoy his often-maudlin gaze. Like many poets smithpeter tends to pick a small thing to talk about a big thing.
His best in my opinion: “The Longness of Liz.”
I enjoy this view, the appreciation of beauty is an individual thing with Liz I adopted sp’s view and I liked what I saw.
Occasionally, I get the feeling I’m peeking in on his life. In the poem “Predictable red jacket diary” He still nods a compliment toward the woman but this time things have changed. Her attractiveness to him is no longer worshiped. With a weary voice he travels memories and emotions.
“Drawing letters” he’s back in admiration you have to work a little to get to the heart of this poem, it’s amusing, a bit romantic and a celebration of attraction.
With “In the mirror” we get back to what lingers and sometimes haunts. Could we all be so easily replaced? Despite his observations it’s not about what she holds it about what he observes.

The longness of Liz
Predictable Red Jacket Diary
Drawing Letters
Looking Old
Stout
In the mirror
Blue Note
B, The Hind
Middle C

The world according to smith is tricky like a funhouse mirror he warps and distorts the feminine, form and the human heart so that we may catch a clear glimpse of how we relate both in and on the way out of love and lust.
For more follow the link below:

Smith’s World

 

[Unmasked Poet]

Risia’s my next choice.
Her poems have a unique voice and she doesn’t repeat herself from poem to poem. She can on occasion cause me to enjoy rhyme as in “adult concerns.” This poem works like a mantra for me at the end of the day, of course usually I’m having a scotch with my mantra. Yet they are equally effective.

Risia can also leave the grittiness behind as in “Closet Romantic” a pleasant ode to unmasking yourself.
The turmoil of “In memory of Naomi” is tangible and its poignancy cause’s pause.

I enjoy her perspective; it’s always complicated, and spoken with conviction. Her passion is evident whatever she’s talking about. This makes her always an interesting read. Below are a few of my favorites:

Adult Concerns
Closet Romantic
In memory of Naomi
Athletic Discipline
Switch
Fixation (Audio)

Go through the entire Risia collection and see what you can find.

U.P.

 

[smithpeter]

Unmasked Poet

Goodness gracious, land sakes alive.
At times I feel as though my goal was to be liked and then be despised. For me this is an experimental thing - writing quickly and with little time spent aside from correcting spelling and then intentionally mispeling, on purpose redundantly.
Kind Sir or Madam,
Your servant in self expression and mindless word attachment,
smithpeter

 

[RisiaSkye]

UP, thanks very much for the nod. While I don't get mushy too often (Unlike others...not mentioning any names ), this really is touching.

I just checked out smithpeter & rnabokov--both interesting and uniquely styled poets with their own worlds to explore. I suck at the links, but definitely check them out.

Also, I'd second UP's nod to Wicked Eve. She and daughter are two of my favorite recent additions to the pool of poets. Women's voices! We need more women's voices! Check them out.

Temporarily sappy,
Risia

 

[daughter]

Thanks, Risia

Risia--

Ain't gonna lie, it feels good to know I'm being read.

I want to see more women, too.

Peace,

daughter

 

[Unmasked Poet]

daughter

The next cat on parade is daughter.
Actually I recently learned her full name is “Rasputin’s daughter” make of that what you will.
A poem only “needs one image, one soul” to explore the entire realm of a topic. If one can effectively use imagery to portray a kiss one need not talk about any other aspect of love, feeling it or making it.
Often imagery words can be laid down in order to guide us through a poem. This is easier to write yet harder to write well. Daughter so often manages to use both these techniques well and with such consistency, I am at times in awe. Here is a trio of single image based poetry:

Petals Tossed In the Wind
by daughter©

wireless connection

neither days
nor space
disconnect closed eyes'
betrayal of presence
felt still
between clutched palms
reminiscence
long past touch
as moistened lips
languish
over lover's
fragrant kiss

neither days
nor space
disconnect.


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siege

so many petals left behind
stripped of pretense
and modesty
no shades of gray
hard straight lines
desolate
demise
so many petals left behind.

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The Critique

I offer you flowers.
You fling them
indignant--just because
they're not roses.

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The first and last poems are simply grand. One imaged use to say volumes about the nuance and complexity of relationships. There is not a single wasted moment or word. Powerful, compact and complex and when you hold them up to the light the change and you can wander through them yet again after a first or second read.

Mutiple image poetry she is adept at as well. Watch the intimate progression of precise images that pull us through. We watch along with her lover appreciating the contradiction and beauty of images such as: “slide out of tummy-support panties,“ and “he watches petals sway against my Sugar Baby skin.” Notice the use of language, We as poets often neglect simplicity (normal speak.) There is nothing grandiose here that leaves us scrambling to the dictionary. We are not impaled, shattered, nor engorged. We are at rest and free of cliché. The poem exhibit’s a slow rhythm and daughter has chosen images to match. The end result is fascination and seduction.

Center of Trees
by daughter ©

He watches me while I
remove what little make-up I wear,
slide out of tummy-support panties,
and unhook my my bra,
I smile; I like the way
my breasts relax,
rounded out against the sides
like dough,
inviting hands to knead.


I drape myself
in pale splashes of daisies.
I am goddess;
his growing urgency
tells me I'm pretty.
I smile slightly with lips
he's kissed almost forever.

A ritual sashay across the room,
I walk to him.
He is transfixed.
The flowers dance,
he watches petals sway against
my Sugar Baby skin.
Eyes wander to my firm,
full thighs.
He wants to touch,
my gaze says
not yet.

I pull off my beaded hair band,
a sultry, free fall of
raisin and henna locks
splay on my broad shoulders.

He pulls me close, holds tight.
I feel wise and blessed
not ancient.
He loves me more
each new gray,
each new line.
Years like rings,
bind-- never ending.

And yes this lioness has more, some of my favorites:

Bruised You
Chamomile Tea
harlequin: sista style
he says
[color=dark-blue]it’s an urban thang[/color]

and more still...

The complete works of daughter on Literotica.

Bravo daughter.

U.P.

 

[daughter]

Thank you, UP

Well, I'm accustomed to being vocal on the forum, but I am surprised to be given the spotlight. Thank you.

It feels good to hear a reader say he understands my intention and appreciates the methods I chose to convey them. Very gratifying.

Peace,

daughter