new poems

I hereby declare The New Poems List thread officially defunct and lacking any purpose besides being a place to slam like a really, really sluggish chat room for mature adults often lacking maturity.
I have no authority.
I yam whom I yam.

Hence, a thread about new poems at Literotica. Not a unique idea.

a bit of random humor, "if you would like to make a call, please hang up"

Volume Management
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=64576
OT

be careful of orphan belongings.


Intertwined
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=64506
China Moon

simple and sexy
simple is complex


In the Dark
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=64536
luscioushoney69

one question. When we orgasm we cum or come?
L69 has me confused. What is the past tense of cumming?

Intelispunk Inc.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=64553
wespeak

This is from some goofball/s.

I Love Shoe Shopping
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=64555
Elda Furry

"I bought the black ones
with 3 inch spikes
with you in mind"

A Few Others from 9/29

Bordello Circus by Wicked Eve

I just love a sustained metaphor and this one holds on tight to the end. And just look at these lines.

In the swamp's distance,
the flesh house leaned
with my slanted perspective.
I was a clown - all feet,
stumbling along anticipation's path.


Fridge Mice by raven 5


Ok, ok it was from the day before, but I like this odd and whimsical piece. A child's poem posted here. How refreshing!

They eat apples and chocolate, bananas and custard,
They love to eat cheesecake, but they never touch mustard.
They fill up on cake and they fill up with jellies,
'Till they're full little fridgemice with full little bellies.

Re: A Few Others from 9/29

Angeline said:

Bordello Circus by Wicked Eve

I just love a sustained metaphor and this one holds on tight to the end. And just look at these lines.

In the swamp's distance,
the flesh house leaned
with my slanted perspective.
I was a clown - all feet,
stumbling along anticipation's path.


Fridge Mice by raven 5


Ok, ok it was from the day before, but I like this odd and whimsical piece. A child's poem posted here. How refreshing!

They eat apples and chocolate, bananas and custard,
They love to eat cheesecake, but they never touch mustard.
They fill up on cake and they fill up with jellies,
'Till they're full little fridgemice with full little bellies.

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Bordello Circus is from a challenge on another board. We had 8 circus related words/phrases that had to be used, but the poem could not be about a circus. It was a great challenge that produced a rather odd but entertaining poem.

I'm glad you mentioned Fridge Mice. I read it last night and thought it was just wonderful.

Thanks yourself Eve!

I didn't mention this before, but both your poem and raven's are great for reading aloud. I feel strongly about reading poems out loud. Poetry is so musical (except if I try to sing it) and these are good poems for hearing how lyrical reading aloud can be.

I mentioned Fridge Mice in the other ‘New Poetry’ thread, before I saw it here. I liked it as well and thought it very reminiscent of the poetry of Shel Silverstein. Did anyone else get this feeling?

*knocks delicately on the door*

may a naughty girl enter? *shyly peeps in*

Everyone is welcomed, but I don’t think you’re Everyone.

All are welcome here

but the purpose and focus of the thread is the discussion of new poems.

We can do all the banter, etc. in other threads. I'll be forcing myself--I'm one of the worst offenders!

And Never.yes I do see that in Fridge mice--very reminiscent of Shel Silverstein or even Jack Prelutsky. The fey singsong quality...

because they matched my melancholy morning mood

what could have been
the way things are
and how to cope

guilt
Down East Summer Theatre
On the Brink

guilt by smithpeter ©

Down East Summer Theatre by KatPurrs ©

On The Brink by KatPurrs ©



O.T.
peek at my prose

Re: because they matched my melancholy morning mood

Hi OT,

smithpeter certainly captured the guilt all parents feel from time to time. There's always that one thing we didn't do that haunts us.

I hope your afternoon bring you light-hearted thoughts. Thanks for plucking a couple of mine off the list.

Kat~

02-09-30

There's some good stuff in the New Poems list today. You should all just check it out. I'm a little pressed for time, so I'll only mention three poems that particularly got my attention. They're all from the same author, which was an interesting coindicence, but maybe not. Well done, Kat



Raking Blues
by KatPurrs ©

Juxtaposed against granite,
sweet fern, and dirt roads:

Locals, Canadians, Mexicans,
Mic Mac, and Passamaquoddy,
zig zag along the gulf of blue; tack
within stringed-off lanes, ten feet wide
and a quarter mile long - shade denied
by glacial migrations.

Not as clear cut as most of the rest of Kat's works, but a delight nonetheless

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Rain Dance - A Pantoum
by KatPurrs ©

It was a picture of living fine art.
Lady's mantle cupped the dew,
and foxgloves offered my heart,
as we danced in a field of fescue.

Beautiful imagery, swirls through the semi-rigid form with elegance and precision.

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Circus Maximus
by KatPurrs ©

Like a forgotten ticket stub
found in a pocket, your love -
faded, falling apart. Proof
you paid your dues
in the lions mouth that bit
through flesh, and bone,
as if they were cotton candy.

A darker vision of the carny, or a metaphor for life. Visceral and instructive.

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constant friendship
by Palau ©

most house dust is dead
human skin,
food for your companion mites

they are a cheery lot
as unaware of you as
you are them

I like this. It's short with a witty little ending.

9-30-02

Lots of new poems appeared today. A few others that haven't been mentioned yet that I really liked:

Spark by Lick My Boot

"staggered in the dark
like the sound of bottles
kicked in alleys
clattered
in my ears"


This is complex and full of strong imagery; an intense poem that never lets up. Must have been some night, Lick!
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There were a passel of poems by smithpeter but, being on lunch hour, I decided to pick my favorite, which is:

a like for view by smithpeter

"remember, there are pieces
everyone notices and the scantily
clad dainties that only hit my
face after you have tried and tested
blushed and spit, then driven back for
more"

I dunno, sp. Even when I'm not quite sure what you mean, I really like the way you say it.

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Finally, not one, not two, but three great poems by my name sista (sorta), nakedangelina (which I guess makes me clothed Angeline). I liked them all, but this one was a standout for me.

Sanity Injection by nakedangelina

Slipping down sandpaper walls,
melding into beige oblivion.
The need for anonymity
battles a delusional fever,
a dingy bathroom corner
becomes his comfort zone.
Feel good flight just ‘round
the bend, doctor doctor
tilt the world back level
with your sanity injection,
a promissory protection.
His sacrilegious infection
passed through generations
sealed his fate prior to birth.
The fight having left him
days ago, months ago, years
ago of wasted time and space.
He yields to destruction
now in the dirty corner
of his comforting bathroom;
they find him there weeks later.


I just like this whole poem. It feels like a fever, like the way you feel when you have a fever. And don't you just know that the walls of oblivion are beige?

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Thanks for the reads, poets!

9-30-02

this is um a mistake. ignore it. it's what happens when you post and talk on the phone and edit at the same time.

New - 10-01-02

A few that caught my eye. - Judo
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Welcome to the club, NA.

Taunt peaks
under cream silk;
tempting.

Bisexual Awakening
by nakedangelina©
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Well done, little poem

Seductive whispers seep into my brain,
poured from the vessel of you into me.

Sleep, So Tender
by Idycassiopea©
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No, it doesn't. It feels mmmm...

Blindfold moan, and tethered sigh
as drive my devil deep

Pain That Does Not Weep
by Blue Dolphin©
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Don Quixote dreams

going forward
self propelled
to places without question

gray/green field
by smithpeter©

Three Wheeled Inspiration
by JUDO

(to all the Moms and Dads that have ever been)

A trike began as birthday present
On autumn's morn with air so pleasant,
But its parts are splayed both to and fro
As clothes are cast far, high and low.

A poem parents can definitely relate to and it has cute, clever ending.

New - 10-02-02

A couple that caught my eye. - Judo
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Okay... Whew! I can get behind that.

I gaze with admiration at how beautiful the lavender rose tatoo art looks on your pubic mound
and I am proud of you for overcoming your fear to get it.

Between Your Legs I Worship
by awdneryguy©
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A lifetime of memory in a single moment

when you are safe
it's easy to predict thunder
you don't have to
hold your ears or cringe

528 Hobart Avenue
by Angeline©

Thank You

for the mention Judo. Those are good memories. One day, without even realizing it, I found myself saying to my daughter "You won't melt. Your're not a sugar cookie." Made me really really smile. Instant immortality!

WickedEve said:

Three Wheeled Inspiration
by JUDO

(to all the Moms and Dads that have ever been)

A trike began as birthday present
On autumn's morn with air so pleasant,
But its parts are splayed both to and fro
As clothes are cast far, high and low.

A poem parents can definitely relate to and it has cute, clever ending.

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TY, for the mention, WE. Does it make you want to go out and buy a tricycle? Or maybe one of them fold-up thingies from Hallmark?


- Judo

Re: Thank You

Angeline said:

for the mention Judo. Those are good memories. One day, without even realizing it, I found myself saying to my daughter "You won't melt. Your're not a sugar cookie." Made me really really smile. Instant immortality!

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You're welcome. Say, you know, with all that good stuff you write, ain't ya gonna publish soon?

- Judo

You're welcome. Say, you know, with all that good stuff you write, ain't ya gonna publish soon?

I'm working on it. I have a bunch of stuff submitted. I even, in a fit of chutzpah, sent one to New Yorker. Not that they'll take it, but it felt really good to do it.

If I get anything accepted anywhere I'll be over the moon, but Judo, I'd really dig it if Lester Leaps In makes it. I know you understand that.

Angeline said:

You're welcome. Say, you know, with all that good stuff you write, ain't ya gonna publish soon?

I'm working on it. I have a bunch of stuff submitted. I even, in a fit of chutzpah, sent one to New Yorker. Not that they'll take it, but it felt really good to do it.

If I get anything accepted anywhere I'll be over the moon, but Judo, I'd really dig it if Lester Leaps In makes it. I know you understand that.

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"Zoop-boop Pa diddy-ya-ba Poo-bot!" and a "Pennsylvania nine five-thousand to ya, dahlin'!"


- Judo

Thanks Judo, Angeline for the mentions. The new thread threw me off, maybe I should consider laying off the bleach...

New - 10-03-02

A few that caught my eye. - Judo
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A good one to think of when out in October nights

Porque ahora
Tu no sabes que hacer
Con la luna desnuda

La Luna Desnuda
by Angeline©

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Romantic short thoughts

Jeweled fingers of turquoise
pink and lavender
fade to
thin bands of green
and deepest darkening blue.

Lover of Twilight
by Xtaabay©

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A moment on a doorstep -- poetically inclined

I have faxes to send and miles to drive before
I can write a poem about him and his ruffled
jeans and George Harrison work shirt shirk,
twin pockets, no epaulets, thank all gods for that.

Bad Friday
by smithpeter©

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Timeless smiling absolution

Hail Mary full of grace staring at my childhood face
Catholic marble cold and hard praying in the school courtyard

Mother Mary
by KillerMuffin©

02-10-04

Once again, there's nothing like checking the list and read all the new poem yourself. These are only some that caught my attention:



Retrospect
by _Land ©

I wish that she had ridden a broom
instead of my cock, sealing my doom.
She cackled frightfully with glee,
invoked a charm, ensnaring me.

A witchy poem! Very controled, even if the words evoke anger. Could probably benifit from an edit. I, for one, would like to see those bracketed bridges go...

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Soon the Storm
by Angeline©

Desire this great
eats away the night

and never slowing
drinks the morning's
heady draught

I found this a very erotic, if non-corporeal, poem. Wonderfully constructed imagery and a very compeling underlying story, of love and inner conflict.

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The Alchemist Of Atrophy
by Blue Dolphin ©

The alchemist of atrophy
stares with darkened eyes
into the very recesses of my mind
casting his spell of sin

A dark vision of life and death, well worth the read.

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The Anticipation of a Fast-Moving Squall Line
by JUDO ©

She's seen me looking.
Casting an eye down her blouse, she doesn't straighten.
Instead, the blouse droops lower
And her chin raises, daring me to see.

By far, the most arousing poem I've read in recent times. My heart is still pounding. Why am I not surprised to see Judo's name underneath the title?

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Brother Blue
by RisiaSkye ©

Sixty years of that life, just playin' hard--
went from tailfins and ducktails, baby,
right up through electric cars.
From dive bars down in the Delta
rose the Grandfather Superstar.
The years go quick and the scene has changed,
but the Mississippi poet-preacher's blues?
Well, they always stay the same.

A must-read poem. It don't limp through no lazy-man's jive, but keeps that packed house rockin' and those Old School blues alive.

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