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[naughty]

Hi,

Riffing off Knights' thread on poetry and Absinthium's request to read some of DMW's work, I have created this thread. I hope that those of you who do write poetry will grace us with a personal favorite of your own creation. I look forward to reading some of your work .
Practicing what I am attempting to preach I have included one of my favorites here:

Insanity is a relative thing

They say for every family fight turned deadly
At the Thanksgiving table there was
A whole menu of dysfunction
That no one knew about.
Aren’t we merciless
Diagnosing quirks that have taken
A lifetime to cultivate
We all have a Great Uncle Mojo
Inconvenient at times when we want
To pretend our name is Cleaver (without Eldridge)
And we live on TV
But who knows what lurks behind those pledge scented doors
‘Cause we all know by now that insanity is a relative thing.

 

[naughty]

World Vision

My love is a poster child from Biafra.
A moot geographical designation
That no longer has political significance.

Mr. Bubble

I feel like a miner
Who has hit the mother lode.
Dragonfly wing fragile bubbles
Float effortlessly around
Above
And below
My very grounded frame.
Opals in abundance
Sheba
“Nigra sum sed Formosa”
In Solomon’s court of unaccountable treasures
I am the queen
Of all I survey
My very fragile kingdom
Of bubble bath.

 

[naughty]

You sent my heart to Aruba

When you arrived
It was strictly 9 to 5 survival
Of the love kind
But
As things heated up
It got real tropical
Yeah
My love got real pecan
Brown as a berry
And you know the juice was sweet!
This was no northern infatuation
Honey, it went soulful and south real quick.
My love was about to take a world tour
When you sent my heart to Aruba
it cashed in its return ticket
And hasn’t been heard from since.

 

[naughty]

Food Chain

I am bountiful
while
Self protective
Life is quid pro quo
If I don’t win the game
I raze the board
I am infinitely kind
And stunningly cruel
Defy me once
And you won’t do it again
Because
Like any other
Precious jewel
I am hard
Brilliant
and cold.
Very few are willing
To pay the price
And it is going up
Every day.
I command the ultimate
This is not a game for children
My stuff is world class.
When your part
Has been played
to its conclusion
That is it
The end
No debate
Don’t be deceived
By my smile
I am a king
Of beasts
I will dine
Not be dined upon
If there is only one winner
Then it’s going to be me
I was trained by masters
And my lessons were learned well
I am the alpha male
The rules are very simple
In my world.

 

[D_Barbi_Queue]

Originally posted by Dr. Dilznick@Oct 28 2005, 09:21 AM
Toddler love


I got a love jones for an infants bones
so it's the playgrounds, parks and arcades I roam
I got a candy in one pocket, a burlap sac in the other
clutching my dick, horny than a motherfucker

I lure kids to where I live with promises of Nintendo, beer and indo.

Then I deadbolt the door and pull the shades over the window.

Toddler love.

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DD - that's sick. You know that, right?

 

[naughty]

Breath is free

Get up
You don’t have time to cry
Don’t you know tears are
Only for the pampered
Or the weak
YOU don’t need love
YOU don’t need kindness
YOU don’t need food
YOU don’t need shelter
YOU cant crack up
You cant afford it
You cant be choosey
Who gave you a choice
You cant have wishes
There is no fairy godmother
Theres only James Brown
And he is too busy getting down
You keep on moving
If you don’t stop
Then you wont fall
If you don’t fall
You don’t need to get up
When you don’t get up
They’ll step right over you
They’ll leave you there
And get another mule
Another girl
Another black girl
Another poor black girl
Another poor black nappy girl
Another poor black nappy girl child
Who wasn’t chosen or expected
Who most can do without
But is here and is taking in all the air
Her lungs can hold because breath is free.

 

[naughty]

Originally posted by TexAssgirl+Oct 28 2005, 02:54 PM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(TexAssgirl &#064; Oct 28 2005, 02:54 PM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-Dr. Dilznick@Oct 28 2005, 09:21 AM
Toddler love


I got a love jones for an infants bones
so it&#39;s the playgrounds, parks and arcades I roam
I got a candy in one pocket, a burlap sac in the other
clutching my dick, horny than a motherfucker

I lure kids to where I live with promises of Nintendo, beer and indo.

Then I deadbolt the door and pull the shades over the window.

Toddler love.

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DD - that&#39;s sick. You know that, right?

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It is .But its real .That is what is so absolutely disturbing about it. It goes for the juglar. Wow.

 

[D_Barbi_Queue]

*whew*

 

[Pecker]

The Sauna

Big phallus
They&#39;re jallus
What mallus
How callus.

 

[mindseye]

These are lyrics to a song I&#39;m working on -- not exactly the same thing as poetry, but oh well. I put these in a codebox to preserve the indentation.

[codebox]Rock Breaks Scissors

Sometimes I lie awake in bed,
and I wishfully think ahead
to sometime far off when we&#39;ll meet again
to reconcile the things we said.

Would you know I tried too hard for you,
and gave up too much of myself?
I tried to be not at all like me,
&#39;cause you wanted someone else.

Well, I tried, and I failed.
And you never let me forget it.
It&#39;s not enough.
It&#39;s not good enough.
You say someday I&#39;ll regret it.

When you looked, you looked down
and saw no reflection.
I looked up,
and saw only rejection.

Rock breaks scissors,
You say I&#39;m pitiful.
You&#39;re such a pit bull
steady as a clock.

You like to yak it up,
but you won&#39;t back it up,
Rock breaks scissors
but paper covers rock.
Rock breaks scissors
but paper covers rock.

Well, I tried, and I failed.
And you never let me forget it.
What&#39;s best for me --
you pressured me.
I was afraid to admit it.

So I lied, and I said
no damage ever was done.
Then you died
unreconciled with your son.

Rock breaks scissors,
You say I&#39;m pitiful.
You&#39;re such a pit bull
steady as a clock.

You like to yak it up,
but you won&#39;t back it up,
Rock breaks scissors
but paper covers rock.
Rock breaks scissors
but paper covers rock.

[/codebox]

 

[Lex]

What&#39;s For Dinner

The television hums,
The brilliant coclrs flicker and flash
But I hardly notice their intensity
For my thoughts are under arrest.
The stereo jams,
The drums and baseline hammer and pound
But the melody floats right over me
For my thoughts are held in a stasis
By You
And the hurt you fed me
When you shut the door of your world
In my face.
And so I slam my door in ager returned,
A frustrated tit for tat.
Leftover hurt from me to you,
Warmed over in my aching soul,
served on a platter of my pain
Especially for you.
Bon Appettit.

 

[Lex]

Things Rememberd

Your
wet-tongued
whispers
echo
in my head
like
some
pounding
drummer&#39;s
bass,
bringing
a
pleasing
smile
to my face
and
a
chilling
warmth
to my heart.

 

[Lex]

Negotiations

I lay in my bed with the phone out of reach
Smothered by the linen of my thoughts of you
A lock bars me frommy desires

I know the combination--
But will it work?
Numbers, noises, and social nuances
Permeate the thick, tense air

It&#39;s really not me dailing
But my pants
The python that I worship and treasure has me mesmerized in a thrall

My voice drops an cotave,
And the drama begins:
A serve and volley of desire and lust
Shadowed by the syrupy rhetoric
Of missing, of wanting, and longing to see
Heartfelt emotion coupled with intricat boardroom strategy

It&#39;s really not me talking
Or rather all of me
My thorbbing needs compell me to utter
These half-truths and partial lies

It&#39;s what you want to hear

Is it what I want to say?

Or a coudy mixture of both?

I say "I miss you"
But what I really miss is you exotic Amazon basin
And the fleshy treasure found deep beneath your bushy undergrowth.

I say "I need a hug"
But what I really need are your breasts against mychest,
Soft, yet firm, and teasting my skin

I blow you a kiss
But I long for your tongue
Ticlking my jaw and caressing my teeth
In a tug of war with my own

I giggle and laugh
But I&#39;m dead serious--
There&#39;s a gun pointed at my head
With a loaded barrell and a half-cocked hammer
As I squirm from lust in my bed.

 

[Knight]

Some crap I put together:

-In Your Eyes-

My muscles ache
My eyes are weak
There&#39;s no noise in the street
No people in the town
Emptiness in my soul
Wasteland all around

That was til you came around
In you, there&#39;s something I found
When I look at you I realise
My life is in your eyes

So bright, so beautiful, so plain to see
You give it all to me
Everything I want, desire, could ever need
It&#39;s in your eyes

People are so fake
Love is such a lie
Hearts break all the time
And never get healed
Just like mine
Nothing left for me to feel

That was til you came around
In you, there&#39;s something I found
When I look at you I realise
My life is in your eyes

So bright, so beautiful, so plain to see
You give it all to me
Everything I want, desire, could ever need
It&#39;s in your eyes

Your eyes on mine, it&#39;s heaven, it&#39;s divine
Just happy you&#39;re mine and we can be together
I want to be loved in your eyes forever
And you in mine
My life is in your eyes

You may see a common theme in my &#39;poems&#39; lol.

 

[SUMYUNGUY]

Originally posted by Dr. Dilznick@Oct 28 2005, 10:00 AM
Lover Man


I hit that pussy like a heavyweight champ
brand them walls with my sexual stamp

I&#39;m a lover man

crush that spine and shatter that pelvis
label me the king, motherfuck Elvis

I&#39;m a lover man

Rip that headboard off the goddamn track
bloody them sheets when a nigga start to tap

I&#39;m a lover man

I&#39;ve fucked them all from cheerleaders to an actress
semen litters on your mattress and a dick in your ass bitch

I&#39;m truly a lover man

You&#39;re in sad shape because of oral sex
I snapped them jaws and sprained that neck

I&#39;m a lover man

Your pain is my pleasure, try to measure my cock
and that endeavor will render a whole city block

I&#39;m a well-endowed lover man

You want roses and candy? you must be on crack
my sole mission is to break your back

Forever.... a lover man

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LMAO

 

[dlcs]

Wrote this for a student of mine who was adopted from Peru, on the 13th anniversary of her Gotcha Day.

Moses Bed

Black-haired angel
Dark eyes glowing from your Moses bed
Sit here by me...yes, you...
and tell me about the River that brought you here.

Claim me
not of my flesh
not of my blood
Claim me anyway and you shall be of my heart

I waited for you
He prayed for you
We sang to you and you sang back

We walked a thousand miles alone
We searched for you by the light of your soul
And you came...yes, you...

Tell me about the River that brought you here
And I promise
I will swim that very River
to make sure you are safe
In your Moses bed.

Always you...yes, you...
It was.

 

[absinthium]

I wrote this while stuck in traffic a few weeks ago. It&#39;s pretty sappy as far as my stuff goes, but I was feeling rather sappy at the time...

--

I tuned you up for fever pitch,
the warm up came in crank...
We tried to make the rabbit die,
while heat of snakes grew rank.
Cohesion clogged the arteries,
Adhesion bid "Adieu,"
the season sprayed a symphony
but never found round two.

On the rocks,
with Sisyphus,
Neruda spoke in tongues...
Photon, name of Synthia,
drew backwards through the lungs.
Throw the seed
to fallow fields,
expect to share the crop.
The wounds drool sap,
start weeping,
when the amber cuts it off.

There is no preservation,
only wilting over time.
The aching stump is circumsised,
and sets the scene for crime.
So much for the might-have-beens
we would have known some day...
The broken glass,
the canopy,
the ringing of our names
that you once put together,
in a bond of alchemy.
But the atom cleaved itself,
in two,
just you,
just me.

--

And here&#39;s another one, just for good measure.

--

Shoot me full of
curds and whey,
"Old Salt,"
on Pagan&#39;s lips.
Protein has a subtle way
of placing wings on tips.
Horning in on culture -
pericardium goes whack&#33;
Distinctions made to vultures
now pick up the Pokey&#39;s slack.
And now the Lovelace passes round,
but not passed back
and forth;
the old knot plays up
gagged and bound,
but aches for scenes up north...

Sweeping off to beauty,
soap box visions,
clouds of pink,
inhabit, interluding,
and pull out the penknife&#39;s ink.
Admission should be covered,
but discovered,
there&#39;s the rub&#33;
Excuse the scrapper, lover,
who makes new home
for the stubs.

Make me talk;
confession&#33;
And now out me,
pure and plain&#33;
Give me introspection -
give me all but
what is sane&#33;
She cannot speak
for lack of voice,
but force it from her throat&#33;
Your fog and light
spill out
the choice
is not reserved for note.

Salmonella Ella,
Oh, infectious
as my wound...
A bit of lick
would do the trick,
if touch was just
fine-tuned.
But now she bids farewell
to youthful fountains
where she bathed,
and knows her age
at good long last,
and knows a blanker page.

--

Naughty, I really like what you&#39;ve posted in this thread. I&#39;m always pleasantly surprised to read good poetry written by "real" people. (As if established, professional poets are somehow fictitious...) Thanks for starting this thread&#33;

 

[madame_zora]

Bridge- Transitional Passage Between Two Subjects or Movements


Pre sado-hysterectomy
Sectionalised, compartmentalised
No mourning viable
No edict valid
In between twilight and now

Acrimonial crests fall
Opprobrium to the norm
Foglifter acquiesces to clear commonality
One tepid transitional tilt toward realignment
Confirmation never ready as usual

Throbbing equilibrium no lusts can quell
Tidally entitling anew
Today recalcitrant iconoclast
And then subversive ellusive after that Aztec fifty
If Ra&#39;s elf had foretold

Analeptic insignia grants rise
Karma-sutra Kali-lily revives awakes refreshes
Sates. feeds. fears. forward wears it
With only minimal speculation
Fevered pretense pretends to be fake

And so illusionist revelry
Drink deep insideous quaff hiccup
Disenfranchised pomp so unsuddenly past all prime
Inexorably excused by self
Motivated toward August scape

 

[madame_zora]

Screwing with my name

Claim scam
Cirrus overtow fugue
Arabesqua apraxia
Clairvoyant collision
Courtesy curtsy
Facetious aphasia
Indolent inclination
mull and deliberate

Incognito cognizant
Affected infector&#39;s fume
Coxcomb accoutrements
Zazen garden contemplation
Ridicule&#39;s red rhinoplasty
Generously a generation away

And will you submit?
Recogniton no pure reason for delay
Profiteer prophet
Marketeer, Mouseketeer Wednesday anything can happen day
Coy little misanthrope
Subject Miss Damaged Goods
Galvanised glory-hound
Vulcanised vextress
Catastrophic apostrophe
Mix-taped mutation

Well now get on with it




Naughty, this was a good idea, your poems are always such a pleasure to read. I feel lucky that I got the jump on the rest of the board, but it&#39;s about time&#33;

Dilznick, you have a strong voice in your work, I guess you must be rather like that, eh? I think I see where you&#39;re coming from better now, thanks for the posts.

 

[DC_DEEP]

Originally posted by madame_zora@Oct 29 2005, 02:50 PM
Naughty, this was a good idea, your poems are always such a pleasure to read. I feel lucky that I got the jump on the rest of the board, but it&#39;s about time&#33;

Dilznick, you have a strong voice in your work, I guess you must be rather like that, eh? I think I see where you&#39;re coming from better now, thanks for the posts.

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<blushing brightly> Madame Z, should I share? I&#39;m so insecure about my literary talent...

Here&#39;s a little haiku I wrote for my other half - he gets home tonight after 2 weeks in China...

I am sitting here cursing
Each moment-eon
That we are apart.