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[29wordsforsnow]

I honestly wonder when this will happen to writers too.

 

[Rockymtnman]

The chimes on the wind
echo through the trees
faintly, like a whisper
as if to challenge
the silence of the budding evening
to become the rightful heir
of the moonless night

 

[Rockymtnman]

The last of the autumn leaves
rustle on the branches
as the wind tries to tear them
from their only earthly anchor
a sound of dried paper
rubbing against a dry hand
brittle, scratchy, dead
the wind rages
the leaf holds, quivering
knowing its fate

 

[Piscator]

26 writers from across Canada make the 2022 CBC Poetry Prize longlist​

This poem ain’t gonna win no literary award

Damn can’t even get the title right
should be ain’t gonna win any
ain’t that right?

But down here in the gutters the
principal existential problem
is existence - you know what I’m saying

And if you’re looking for being
and nothingness - well my being is day
to day, but we got lots of nothingness
and to paraphrase Dylan who’s on tour
again, I ain’t feeling no ease.

While we’re all waiting for Godot
to get up and go or at least get off
the crapper, vernacular for toilet, and
Thomas Crapper who actually didn’t invent
the toilet (kid you not I’m full of that shit),
but he’s really know for inventing the
ballcock and if you lift the lid of your
crapper you’ll both ball and cock
just like at the Adult Theatres I used
to visit before all this free porn and VR
was available for do-it-yourself relief
if and when I get that Viagra or Cialis
from that mail order Canadian pharmacy.

Anyway, this year I'll spend my $ 25 on a
BJ from a struggling poet who’s in need of
inspiration and CBC will
fuck itself as usual.

 

[Rockymtnman]

The purple dusk
settles into an ink dark night
as a sliver of the moon
peaks over the mountains, like a spy

 

[Rockymtnman]

thanksgiving

family around a table
laughter, food and booze
happy thanksgiving to all of youz!

 

[sirhugs]

just old enough to recall
when a mere hint of bra strap
was shocking to all
but now it barely teases
though still it me pleases
for I am old enough to think
of sweeping the strap down
to free a breast
cause nipples are best
to interrupt sexual rest
to start my creature stirring
to want to devour her mouse.

 

[butters]

day's mild
grey
chickens scratching in the yard
an inbetween kind of time
after a damp, bright morning
stormy weather to come
and i want to step lightly in this world
so bent grass springs back
on my passing
presence evaporates
on a small breath of air
untethered
except for a memory
a small tree planted in my wake
small poems in fossilized print
an imprint on his heart

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Is it hard...?
to keep the rhythm
command my limbs
behind closed doors
and still hold your eyes
and answer your lips
among a gentle tune
noting the subtle hints
your eyebrows tell
when my touch is daring
or slipping down to bold
is an art itself
trying to move in flow
avoid collision
with all these others
couples riding the same sea
allow me a glimpse
now and then
over your shoulder
and learn
the back and forth
because with all this
it is hard
the accidental contacts
their whispered instructions
and sudden sighs roaming
all over the mirror-clad room
the sweet torture
of losing control
just any second
on Thursday night
amateurs dance course

 

[Rockymtnman]

As I walk into the bitter winter wind
my coat flaps around me, unclosed
the cold goes unnoticed
the wind doubles it’s effort
as if angry with me for ignoring its power
i shudder and pull my coat tight
satisfied, the wind dies, victorious

 

[Piscator]

As I walk into the bitter winter wind
my coat flaps around me, unclosed
the cold goes unnoticed
the wind doubles it’s effort
as if angry with me for ignoring its power
i shudder and pull my coat tight
satisfied, the wind dies, victorious

Blow on Chilly Wind

 

[Rockymtnman]

Blow on Chilly Wind

Cool

 

[Piscator]

Document #14

although not parallel
universes in the
sense envisioned
by science fiction
writers and string
theory physicists
my dog and me
live in the same
but very different
worlds, mine is
more colourful
but his far more
fragrant and his
hearing more
acute while our
tastes differ as i’m
sure i’d find the dry
kibble he wolfs down
boring while he is ok
with eating broccoli
and even brusselsprouts
yet when he thrusts his
head into my lap and
I scratch behind his
ears while he
wags his tail
our worlds converge

 

[Winter_Fare]

Some words don't translate well
The senses shift in time

Disconnected names
Once so familiar to the tongue

Are adjectives for
Intimacies half remembered

Time becomes a distance
Of atlantean proportions

I've no map
No means to find my way back

 

[sirhugs]

Some words don't translate well
The senses shift in time

Disconnected names
Once so familiar to the tongue

Are adjectives for
Intimacies half remembered

Time becomes a distance
Of atlantean proportions

I've no map
No means to find my way back

one step at a time
the distances defy
if Lassie can do it
why not you?

 

[Piscator]

December

Faint of heart beware,
vampthused we share
naked mind to bear
always up for dare

Transfixed, suspended,
feet fixed in overnight ice
awaiting dawn and sun's warmth
frozen in place,lost
in a static dream
I can't remember
but can't forget.

Into the sucker hole
a brief interlude
of bue sky
in a dreary succession
of cold, grey days.

 

[EllenMore]

Memes

He told me, I want
to choke you—
and though I shook my head no,

he did it anyway, because the internet
told him it was hot.
I thrashed and hit

at his hands and arms
until he finally relented
and I never saw him again

until three weeks later
when he did some special thing
with his fingers

that made me come like Revelation.
But do not touch my throat,
I said, still flexing my hips,

long afterwards.

 

[sirhugs]

December

Faint of heart beware,
vampthused we share
naked mind to bear
always up for dare

Transfixed, suspended,
feet fixed in overnight ice
awaiting dawn and sun's warmth
frozen in place,lost
in a static dream
I can't remember
but can't forget.

Into the sucker hole
a brief interlude
of bue sky
in a dreary succession
of cold, grey days.

oh I felt the bite of frost
summer's warmth long lost
Hades exacting its cost
devilishly cold
Persephone sold

 

[sirhugs]

Memes

He told me, I want
to choke you—
and though I shook my head no,

he did it anyway, because the internet
told him it was hot.
I thrashed and hit

at his hands and arms
until he finally relented
and I never saw him again

until three weeks later
when he did some special thing
with his fingers

that made me come like Revelation.
But do not touch my throat,
I said, still flexing my hips,

long afterwards.

that gave me shivers

 

[Remec]

After Work

The pillows beckon,
but my head just isn't feeling it,
and would still be empty,
I mean,
just me and the stuffed dragon
I use as a body pillow,
so I putter about
the house
the televidion
mostly the omputer,
play this, play that;
watch this, listen to that;
scroll
scroll
scroll
tweet
like
love
share
scroll
scroll
scroll
sudden jerk of my body from
flalling asleep in my chair
so I sigh,
and, finally,
answer the summons,
and even end up
sleeping.

 

[Angeline]

I thought them lost
forever, the words we shared
so long ago, polite interest
quickening to recognition
and delight as two old souls
spark and flames kindle.

When we both had bodies
we were magnets, the pull
of our middles thrumming
with those heated words
that drew us together.

I have so little of you now
though my memories are rich,
but here, here are your words
again, like finding diamonds
in a mud puddle.

 

[Rockymtnman]

It’s currently -18 degrees here

The air snaps at my lungs
like an angry bee
rattling around my chest
but it’s clean and cold
so i pull it in deep
and release a violent cloud
of smoke into the still, morning sun

 

[Wonderer67]

I don’t really know how to write poetry. I know I shouldn’t compare mine to anyone’s, but the writing here feels amazing to me. Mine looks and feels clumsy and amateur in comparison. Here goes … fuck it.

December Morning

The 5:18 sky
Is dark blue like my bruises.
Sleepless again.
I work out… breathe… try not to think.
Thought is the enemy.

By 6:42 I’m in my truck,
Watching the sky shift gently to pink…
Gentle… soft… beautiful, like your smile.
It’s 24° and the cold feels good.
I don’t bother with the heat.
Just work gloves to keep my hands warm.

I used to think the winter fields were dead,
Barren and brown.
Perspectives shift…
Now they’re blonde, like you.
The woods were grey in the past.
But now I see orange and light brown
In the sunlit woods…
Beech trees, with their brown leaves hanging on… it touches me, like ur hand.

Hard frost, leaves on the glittering lawns.
Shadows on the roadway.

I smile. I am alive.
Goodbye Iraq.

 

[Rockymtnman]

I don’t really know how to write poetry. I know I shouldn’t compare mine to anyone’s, but the writing here feels amazing to me. Mine looks and feels clumsy and amateur in comparison. Here goes … fuck it.

December Morning

The 5:18 sky
Is dark blue like my bruises.
Sleepless again.
I work out… breathe… try not to think.
Thought is the enemy.

By 6:42 I’m in my truck,
Watching the sky shift gently to pink…
Gentle… soft… beautiful, like your smile.
It’s 24° and the cold feels good.
I don’t bother with the heat.
Just work gloves to keep my hands warm.

I used to think the winter fields were dead,
Barren and brown.
Perspectives shift…
Now they’re blonde, like you.
The woods were grey in the past.
But now I see orange and light brown
In the sunlit woods…
Beech trees, with their brown leaves hanging on… it touches me, like ur hand.

Hard frost, leaves on the glittering lawns.
Shadows on the roadway.

I smile. I am alive.
Goodbye Iraq.

Mate, never worry about what you write. Great work.

 

[CiaoSteve]

I bought myself a ticket on the midnight train to heaven
One way ride, first class seat, departing platform seven

The time has come, to say goodbye
I promise myself not to cry

Don't mourn my passing for I will be
Eternally waiting, you will see

For that time, when we become
Together again, just as one