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  1. naughty

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

    Big phallus
    They're jallus
    What mallus
    How callus.
     
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    These are lyrics to a song I'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'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,
    'cause you wanted someone else.

    Well, I tried, and I failed.
    And you never let me forget it.
    It's not enough.
    It's not good enough.
    You say someday I'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'm pitiful.
    You're such a pit bull
    steady as a clock.

    You like to yak it up,
    but you won'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'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'm pitiful.
    You're such a pit bull
    steady as a clock.

    You like to yak it up,
    but you won't back it up,
    Rock breaks scissors
    but paper covers rock.
    Rock breaks scissors
    but paper covers rock.

    [/codebox]
     
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    In Your Darkest Thoughts and Dreams
    What'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.
     
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    In Your Darkest Thoughts and Dreams
    Things Rememberd

    Your
    wet-tongued
    whispers
    echo
    in my head
    like
    some
    pounding
    drummer's
    bass,
    bringing
    a
    pleasing
    smile
    to my face
    and
    a
    chilling
    warmth
    to my heart.
     
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    In Your Darkest Thoughts and Dreams
    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'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's really not me talking
    Or rather all of me
    My thorbbing needs compell me to utter
    These half-truths and partial lies

    It'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'm dead serious--
    There's a gun pointed at my head
    With a loaded barrell and a half-cocked hammer
    As I squirm from lust in my bed.
     
  14. Knight

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    Some crap I put together:

    -In Your Eyes-

    My muscles ache
    My eyes are weak
    There'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'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'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'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's in your eyes

    Your eyes on mine, it's heaven, it's divine
    Just happy you'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 'poems' lol.
     
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    LMAO
     
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    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.
     
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    I wrote this while stuck in traffic a few weeks ago. It'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's another one, just for good measure.

    --

    Shoot me full of
    curds and whey,
    "Old Salt,"
    on Pagan's lips.
    Protein has a subtle way
    of placing wings on tips.
    Horning in on culture -
    pericardium goes whack!
    Distinctions made to vultures
    now pick up the Pokey'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's ink.
    Admission should be covered,
    but discovered,
    there's the rub!
    Excuse the scrapper, lover,
    who makes new home
    for the stubs.

    Make me talk;
    confession!
    And now out me,
    pure and plain!
    Give me introspection -
    give me all but
    what is sane!
    She cannot speak
    for lack of voice,
    but force it from her throat!
    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've posted in this thread. I'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!
     
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    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'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
     
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    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's fume
    Coxcomb accoutrements
    Zazen garden contemplation
    Ridicule'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's about time!

    Dilznick, you have a strong voice in your work, I guess you must be rather like that, eh? I think I see where you'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.
     
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