What's Your Favorite Poem of Yours?

[LadynStFreknBed]

I realized that over the past several weeks I have missed some good poetry. I don't get a chance to read the new poems everyday. Though I am a bit busy preparing for my show, it would be nice to read a couple poems on my painting breaks.

So, where to start? Yes, I can plunder through the recommendations thread, which I will do sometimes. But, I'd rather hear it from the poet. Which is your favorite poem that you submitted for the Survivor contest? Why is it your favorite? Don't worry about choosing the poem most people like the most, I want to hear which one YOU like the most.

I will try to read and comment on those submitted to this thread.
ty.

 

[Safe_Bet]

Just one of many, but this one sticks in my mind...

"flaunt" by The_Fool.


ETA: Oooops. That old comprehension thing bit me....

Screw it.... I STILL like The_Fool's poem...

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Just one of many, but this one sticks in my mind...

"flaunt" by The_Fool.


ETA: Oooops. That old comprehension thing bit me....

Screw it.... I STILL like The_Fool's poem...

Yes, that is quite good!
So, which poem of yours is your favorite?

 

[Safe_Bet]

Yes, that is quite good!
So, which poem of yours is your favorite?

LOL! All of my Survivor contest poems suck. That's why I quit. My muse REFUSES to write to "spec." I need to feel what I write and I can't do that when I'm cussing at some bizarre assed form, while trying to jam a certain theme, concept or word into the freakin mess.

My favorite poem???? Depends on my mood....

It's either gonna be "Can't Rape the Willing" or "Poet's Creed" Kinda funny that they are both sorta "Go fuck yourself, asshole" poems, but there ya go...


P.S. I REALLY like your poem "Subject to Fantasy" too

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Kinda funny that they are both sorta "Go fuck yourself, asshole" poems, but there ya go...

I would expect nothing less from you! LMAO
love ya, SB!

P.S. I REALLY like your poem "Subject to Fantasy" too

ty!
I just now noticed the typo in it. OUCH! I HATE when that happens!

btw, I have a lesbian question for you that requires your expertise... look for my PM soon please!

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

btw, I have a lesbian question for you that requires your expertise... look for my PM soon please!

HEY! did you turn PM's off?

 

[Tzara]

HEY! did you turn PM's off?

Perhaps her box is full.

 

[Angeline]

This will totally shock everyone, but.....

my jazz poems are my favorites of mine. Probably Lady's Blues in Winter but maybe Lester Leaps In. Or Night Tripper. I love those poems, even if they are my own lol.

 

[BooMerengue]

Some of yours are myfavs too!!! I don't have a fav. Have to go look or make a new one!!

 

[BooMerengue]

As a windchime

Malachite and agate
turquoise and jade -
caught in the tendrils
of the deadly nightshade.

Narrow and jagged,
smooth and inlaid
with gold and with copper
hidden in shade and

mystically woven
in a Crones braid as she
chimes down the lightning -
a thundering tirade!

When I am a windchime
my debt will be paid.


this one...

 

[BooMerengue]

I love this one.

Come walk with me(a villanelle)

Come, take my hand and walk awhile with me!
I'll share the day with no one else in mind
our selfishness the gift we give for free.
You'll snuggle close as we walk towards the sea.

I'll cherish all the keepsakes that we find.
Come, take my hand and walk awhile with me.
Your shouted laugh imprints my memory
and racing fast the sunlight makes us blind!

Our selfishness the gift we give for free;
my joy in you explodes in raucous glee
when seagulls scream at us though not unkind!
Come, take my hand and walk awhile with me
as night descends we'll gather from the trees

the firelight that lets the day unwind,
our selfishness the gift we give for free.
The time we share is limited, you see.
We will not waste a glance at whats behind.

Come, take my hand and walk awhile with me
our selfishness the gift we give for free.

 

[champagne1982]

Some of yours are myfavs too!!! I don't have a fav. Have to go look or make a new one!!

Boo!! http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys/smiley-hug008.gif

 

[jayce1066]

My favorite is Arkansas Evening.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=426475
Of everything I've posted, its writing felt the most natural.

 

[DeepAsleep]

It's a tossup between two poems about the same person:

Of other people's work, I'd say "her body like a lantern next to me" by John Rybicki......... OR "The Privilege of Being" by Haas



Magnolia



After the betrayals, both imagined and real.
After endless drunk nights, vomiting tears and begging,
after potshots exchanged round and round, firing
fully-cocked "fuck you's" like bullet-shaped kisses.
After sleepless mornings counting plaster lumps
until I was crazy with it, after the blame, and the waste
and backs turned around revolver, after the gunfire-
fights and pride, the neglect and stupid need,

I'm left missing this:

A leak-ceilinged apartment in an old school building,
with Winter turning the mess of wet floors into a fairy-tale,
icy-carpet-swamp we ran across barefoot, every night
on our way to bed, because we thought we knew
how to throw warmth at a bogeyman
whose face would one day scare us
all the way back to alone.

The only flowers I would ever bring you blossomed
on the window sill; Magnolias blooming in the evening
light, telling us the soft breezes of summer weren't half a world
away, and for the first time, I was just in love.
Not pining for something I'd never get back,
or wearing jealousy and anger like cheap sunglasses.
I was silly with it,
a half-stupid puppy that someone had finally bent
to touch and there, with the lights out and your long hands
brailleing my face, I stopped believing in concrete, and gave myself
perfectly over to the home we built
between our tented fingers.

Even if, before Spring ended in a fatal spray
of daisies and trumpet vines twined red and white
around the gas-lights outside, flowers and bells and fire
wearing hummingbirds like bright bowties,
even if we lost all that home to idiot pride, and I wore you
in my veins like a blood infection, because I didn't know
how to forgive anything,
least of all myself,
even if.

For a season, we were perfectly blameless;
desperate and amazed to find a soft place
in lives we had shaped against anvils
and with hammershots still ringing in our ears,
clutching all our fear and fairytales,
we had a winter more than snowdrifts,
or dirty gravel streets, and for all that I want to go back,
I know how to move forward.
Know that there's always a place,
where the light of a winter evening filters blue
through the blinds, where the snow falls
outside the window in big flakes,
like we will go on forever, and Magnolias blossom
in the cold swamp of a damp carpet
between us and home.




Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand:

A Question of Navigation


There is an elaborate lie between us,
hanging like a stale air freshener:
When we're in the car, I always know how
to get where we're going. I grew out
weeds and vine, in this city, could map it
with the veins in my forearm, but I know, also,
how much you like that you're capable,
and I like knowing that I can depend on you.

It's not placation, or pity, or magic.
I am my own compass, it's true, but
you so often know a more interesting
getting there. If confronted about this,
I will lie and get us lost.

 

[WickedEve]

Some of yours are myfavs too!!! I don't have a fav. Have to go look or make a new one!!

This will totally shock everyone, but.....

my jazz poems are my favorites of mine. Probably Lady's Blues in Winter but maybe Lester Leaps In. Or Night Tripper. I love those poems, even if they are my own lol.

Hey Boo!

Ange, I love Lady's Blues in Winter. I have a copy of you reading that one. Beautiful poem.

 

[Angeline]

Hey Boo!

Ange, I love Lady's Blues in Winter. I have a copy of you reading that one. Beautiful poem.

Why thank you, darling. You know what my favorite poem of yours is, but I think if I mention it again Hugo flies up to Maine and breaks my kneecap or something.

xxxxoooo for Boo. (Well and you but not sloppy ones)

 

[vrosej10]

I like my poem Rain #1

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=427524

I wrote after a particularly nice walk in this weird rain shower. I am considering getting it tattooed on me.

 

[Angeline]

I like my poem Rain #1

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=427524

I wrote after a particularly nice walk in this weird rain shower. I am considering getting it tattooed on me.

It would work well as a tat because it's short and suggests a really clear image.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

I agree on the tat. Post a pic if you do it? My favorite of mine, and I'm sure I'm just in love with it because it's new, is the poem in the 007 from a couple of weeks ago about the colors of my grandmother's house. I'll attach a link in a minute.

 

[Angeline]

I agree on the tat. Post a pic if you do it? My favorite of mine, and I'm sure I'm just in love with it because it's new, is the poem in the 007 from a couple of weeks ago about the colors of my grandmother's house. I'll attach a link in a minute.

Nice sandals.

Where's da link?

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Thanks, Angeline! Bought them recently in Philadelphia (good shopping there). The link is The Colors of my Grandmother's House. Seven days to write seven poems, clean or dirty, is the challenge. Of course, this poem may totally suck, but it is my favorite of mine at the moment.

 

[Angeline]

Thanks, Angeline! Bought them recently in Philadelphia (good shopping there). The link is The Colors of my Grandmother's House. Seven days to write seven poems, clean or dirty, is the challenge. Of course, this poem may totally suck, but it is my favorite of mine at the moment.

It doesn't suck at all, silly. It's good, especially those last two lines.

 

[eagleyez]

Usually it the one I've just written.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Usually it the one I've just written.

Me, too. It's like the poem is the new lover--it has no faults. Until it starts to leave its socks strewn over the floor.

 

[eagleyez]

Me, too. It's like the poem is the new lover--it has no faults. Until it starts to leave its socks strewn over the floor.

Isnt that where socks go?