Current poems in progress...

Tirade
---Mat Stevens, London, UK

Get up.
It's a long way down
the hill to this country
of boarded up frowns.
People get high.
People get stoned.
If time is money
then life is gold.
Don't feel lonely,
blue skinned and cold.
Give me shelter
from days of old.
Mellow me out
you sweet satellite.
Drunken angel
hell on your side.

complication
---Anonymous

We are
all
lost

in the fog
searching,
our torches

reflecting off
the mist,
blinding us

Sometimes,
we stumble
upon

others. We
go together
searching

for daylight.
For
clarity

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nice...
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Ah! Splendid.
sg

Left in the rain
---Peacefrog
Thought echoes in each droplet
---Peacefrog
The full moon taunts every second
---Peacefrog
Cold fury tickles your spine
---Peacefrog
Wakes up from this dream and remember
---Peacefrog
The little things in life we take for granted
---Peacefrog

It's supposed to be about happiness
---chandler
this bright reflection of noon on the surface
---chandler
of the moon. It's supposed to be a high-pitched coo
---chandler
of a baby singing to a mechanical bird,
---Chandler
It's supposed to be about you.
---Chandler

Before Revelation
---:Anonymous

These are spots in your love feasts,
while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves.
They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds;
late autumn trees without fruit,
twice dead,
pulled up by the roots;
raging waves of the sea,
foaming up their own shame;
wandering stars
for whom is reserved
the blackness of darkness
forever.
JUDE 1:12-13

Autumn
---Hermestri

Late at night, I sat at a bar called “nowhere”
to have a drink with others with my same fears
strangers in solitude engaged in frail companionship,
drowning our life´s insecurities in tobacco and beer,
while on the inside my soul drowns in copious tears.
I raised my bottle to the tired-looking guy next to me,
¨It is autumn. I am alone, thinking of her, as leaves fall.¨
he said as he acknoledged me with gesture that I could see,
¨Her presence was the only light that made me whole
replaced by the melody of my soul´s pity that I can´t ignore.
Those bright sunsets of my distant, happy childhood
That warm wind that shakes the children of spring,
the woods´ lovely sounds which echo new life,
Without her presence just do not hold meaning,
and those winds now only carry me to internal strife.
It is autumn. It seems that I debate my life´s resignation,
I am alone and my body feels that autumn is an empty journey,
my feet have grown tired in the long roads to love and pain,
a pain that pulsates and weakens and yet remains and remains
until I find confort inside a bottle, my new best friend.¨
I nodded as I savored my last taste of fermented barley,
Thinking of you, hearing a familiar song from a stranger,
words of long lost love, the music of the autumn night
My hopeless friend could easily be confused with me,
but it was my decision as I was the one that set you free.
¨H¨

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Brought to you by Budweiser
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give me a break.
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Hermestri:
Excellent I believe that "style" often announces a superb writer. Three lines into your beautiful poem, I knew who this poet is. Thus can many acclaimed poets be identified by their "style". I'll sit with you in a bar any day.
sg

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I sometimes wonder
where you are
it's autumn,
leaves now fall
are you near or far?
Have you found love aknew?
the kind I had for you,
gentle, caring and true
do you sometimes miss me too?
because happy days in life are few.
.
xoxo2

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"H", You always touch me with your rhymes, so again I add my grain of sand. xoxo2
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"H"-it occurs to me (belatedly) that you are not Hermestri. What an idiot that makes me in my comments above about how I can recognize his style anywhere. LOL. I seem to recall that you explained about a former poem you had written in "Hermestri style" that you admire his work. Either I am a fool or you are an excellent imitator. I don't think that Hermestri hangs out at bars, probably. He probably is more likely to be found wandering the stratosphere searching for his dark images. Anyway, I liked your poem and I'd still have a drink with you. lol

Your Angel
---aaron rhodes, san francisco ca

Hold on to your angel and don't look down
to the writhing masses of demons below
Hold the hand strongly with your own
If you fall now you may never, ever
find a new angel
Never turn your back on a good thing
or get comfortable with love
Always cherish, and be amazed by it
for each love is precious, unique
the only one
Hold on to your angel and don't let go
let the whispers of evil dissipate
As you fly so high above
to a place you've never been before
...

Bonfire
---Jesse

The smell of bonfire
and life
which breathes into me
from one mouth
to another
and resonates
with such a dizzy state
of memories
in which we try to create
specifically on command
but not necessarily planned
and by the end of the night
time has a pulse
beating so strangely
to the rhythm of you
now on my side

`
---kaleb
the deer.
---kaleb

the van hit it,
hard and fast,
no specific lines or details, just a noise. loud and dull all at once.
half a breath in and then everything started getting
all painfully slow, slow like you can't do anything because there's no time but you know this isn't supposed to be lasting so long, not like this,
going down and then up confused with adrenaline and back down twisting and squirming and pawing and back down and around and down and down and down
then
back and forth, trapped by the roadside fences, driven to knees bowing and shaking again and again, fur and blood and spit leaking from it's mouth and matted around pleading eyes.
head down, a few breaths, and finally, thank God, freedom.


)Kaleb
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This could not have been captured so rapidly and, at the same time, quite delicately. Amazing. You rock my world Kaleb.

`
---Jesse

I feel the wait for you
crawl beneath my skin
moving
but nowhere in particular
so delicately scattered
awaiting in the summer
of my mind
The Croatian Queen
awaits for me.
I would be your fool
a fool for only you
you fool me too
with a single look
that is
impossible.

This sudden mess
---Peacefrog
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
---Peacefrog
This sudden mess
---Peacefrog
The exchange of words
---Peacefrog
My heart broke at that moment
---Peacefrog
Loss of innocence loss of trust
---Peacefrog
Are there any good humans left?
---Peacefrog
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---Peacefrog
This sudden mess
---Peacefrog
I am so enraged
---Peacefrog
My belief system implodes
---Peacefrog
My body can't filter all this stress
---Peacefrog
This threw me from the path I was walking
---Peacefrog
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
---Peacefrog
This sudden mess
---Peacefrog
I told them never to leave them alone with you
---Peacefrog
This sudden mess
---Peacefrog
You did exactly what I thought you would do
---Peacefrog
This sudden mess
---Peacefrog
You are worse than a killer Your a molester
---Peacefrog
If I ever see your face again I will kill you myself !
---Peacefrog
The last line floors me. -Jesse
---Anonymous

The Truth
---xoxo2

I hear complements
from friends
and strangers
words about beauty
filled with curiosity
smiles and innuendo
with hidden desire
but none compare
with your shy
smile.
.
xoxo2
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I love this. -Jesse

that really hurt--I had my nose pressed
---chandler
to the hardest parts of you, trying
---chandler
to burrow into your side, trying
---chandler
to get a face full of your warm milk smells
---chandler
but your elbow and your rib cage
---chandler
and all your other loud, unmotherly bones
---chandler
refuse to flex enough to let me into
---chandler
your soft white breast or your pale pink heart.
---chandler

we walked our cool morning walk together
---chandler
and while i pointed at the pond at the turtles on the log
---chandler
you pointed at the sky at the purples in the clouds
---chandler

This is one of the best poems that i have ever read here. My only suggestion would be to write it in five lines; the breaks occuring at pond and sky. really very well done ~f

dreaming a memory, or remembering a dream
---*grace

sometimes you come to me
in dreams more perfect than the past.
it is a bitter-sweet sleep
that mingles innocence with loss,
unraveling the passing years.
your every word is musical;
your touch, my first delight returned.
a faerie tale of my heart's creation,
you draw me close for true love's kiss;
i close my eyes in remembered anticipation,
and wake with goodbye on my lips.
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*grace (who sometimes forgets to sign)
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very good. very soft. I like it.
)Kaleb
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A felt feeling well described. Good work. *Phenom

In London
---hello! Not posted here for years :)

beneath the new bridge
offwhite stems of broken pipes
amber bones of beasts


a lost meal ticket
two complimentary beers
she shares her secret


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beautiful.
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Thank you :)
I think now I would change 'shares' to 'tells'.

`
---kaleb
the dance, for awhile.
---kaleb

i anticipate
blacks and blues and bruises,
near misses and occasional jabbs to the jaw,
everyone dancing around me, with dance shoes, with glares, with fists,
but with you in my corner,
gentle, nodding, knowing, waiting, healing,
i'll avoid the knock-out-blow,
the knock-out-blow.


)Kaleb

December Sunshine
---*Phenom

In the cool December sunshine of your smile
I sit and bask for a while.
Chill in the air
and silver in your hair.
Icy blue and shiny too,
the light in your eyes
and comfort in the size...
Voice like a breeze
chilling me to freeze.
I await the coming thaw,
the wonder, and the awe
of the cool December sunshine in your smile.
~
*Phenom