| And Your Bird Still Sings
Posted: 1/23/2006 9:52:53 PM | [I wrote a record 900 poems in the last 6 months.]
My gosh-you must be the Danielle Steele of poetry! | |
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| Sometimes The Sky
Posted: 1/23/2006 9:59:52 PM | | alis kat-What do you think of Lorca and Rilke? How about Jim Carroll? | |
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| In The Forest In The Sun Behind Your House
Posted: 1/23/2006 10:12:54 PM | In The Forest In The Sun Behind Your House
Sometimes it is possible
For chemistry, logic and religions
To simply dissolve in the wind
Here in the forest in the sun
Behind your house
Within our exaltations
You and I
Are brain-damaged children
We wear the look of vagueness
Of half-existence
Other beings discern the severity
Of our injuries
Be we cannot
All we can do is go on
Making better approximations
Go on as if
Our world will never end | |
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| Saw It On 285
Posted: 1/23/2006 10:15:26 PM | Saw It On 285
Andre Breton rambles down the road
Wearing the lips of Michel Foucalt
Baby octopuses in his hair
He moves in convulsive beauty
So smooth until he comes upon
The stodgy buttocks of the
Marquis de Sade
O sweet loss of smell!
And Foucalt’s lips go off
Like two fat purple slugs
Chimpanzee kiss-mouthing and smacking
At the jiggling altar of philosophy | |
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| Mallarme Said
Posted: 1/24/2006 8:10:11 AM | Mallarme Said
Mallarme said:
"To adapt successfully
Children must learn
To abdicate their ecstasy"
Hey! Do you think that could be the problem? | |
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| Mandala
Posted: 1/24/2006 8:13:08 AM | Mandala
Story, vessel, heart
Long legends and the sun
So many animals
So many flowers
And cities
The world over and inside
All day long
I was thinking
Of so much blue
In your green eyes | |
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| Gulf Night
Posted: 1/24/2006 8:20:29 AM | Gulf Night
The day closes down in stillness
With the colors expected of an evening forest
Dark greens and pockets of shade
This afternoon - other colors and electric air
And the night before...clouds
Chiseled columns of purple convection
Gigantic, organic and rising
Lifting
Across the Gulf of Mexico
I swear it looked just like the head
Of Salvador Dali's wife
Made huge as a zeppelin
In a Macy Thanksgiving Day Parade | |
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| Gulf Night
Posted: 1/24/2006 8:37:53 AM | ^What do I think of Rilke?I think his works are amazing:)He hailed from Germany I believe.One of my favourite poems of all time of Rilkes has to be "a walk".I also really adore E.E. Cummings,Poe ,Anne Sexton,Byron and Shelley.Black Mary is climbing the charts too.LOL Wonderful poems  | |
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| Sometimes The Sky
Posted: 1/24/2006 9:03:51 AM | Black mary comes out
within these cyber threads
cloaked in mystery
just the name, Black mary
mystifying and dark
a gift of verse
he has a knack
so to black mary I say
your words flow
like a painters brush strokes
painting a picture in my mind
of what you spoke
Thankyou
Please write more | |
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Msg: 35 | |
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| Precipice
Posted: 1/24/2006 12:19:58 PM | Precipice
Somewhere
There is a canyon
A reckoning of the longer abyss
And if you stand
At the edge
And scream out your name
What returns to you
Is the sound
Of the last beat
Of your heart | |
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| My Father's Religion-The Early Years
Posted: 1/24/2006 1:00:46 PM | My Father's Religion-The Early Years
When I was young I asked my father
What religion we were
I knew we were half-Catholic
Because my mother was all Catholic
But I wanted to know what our other half was
The half we got from him
He told me we don't worry about that
Around here
So I had to go to my grandmother
And when I told her what he had said
She just sighed
That mother's sigh
And told me the story
He was about 16
And he was standing in line
For something like Communion
Waiting to drink the wine and eat the bread
And that was the day
The preacher's son
Stuck a hatpin in his ass
My father just turned around
Real calm, real cool
And shot a deathlook
Into the little punk's soul
And then he walked out
And he never came back
I guess he figured
The Lord set him free that day | |
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| December Morning Poem
Posted: 1/24/2006 4:39:52 PM | December Morning Poem
Time dreaming
Moments of sanctuary
Sea green and stone blue
A bell, the sun, and infinity
Sighing in the songs
Of undiscovered birds
Skin undulations, caress, temple of breast
Temple of thigh, crevice burning wet
In the valley of the ripening persimmon
Your body, a skin poem
Coming closer
In my refuge of dreams | |
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| December Morning Poem
Posted: 1/24/2006 5:07:08 PM | Caught between days light and dreams
Pulses in my loins beat
Remembering those nights of sweet loving
Aroma of Frangipani and Almond
Sweet grasses by the waters edge
A bed for our desire
The fire from within as we begin to soar
Now no more.... our fire quenched
You are gone from me...leaving loves sad refrain
But the memories...remain | |
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| The World Forever Repeats Its Tears
Posted: 1/24/2006 5:09:39 PM | The World Forever Repeats Its Tears
There are no angels
To penetrate
The dark metallic dream
Of the scythe
No diety to understand
Our solicitude
How our abundant hearts
Ache
For the radiance
Of two borders of light
There is no Grand design
To discern the night
That cannot contain our sorrow
As we go down
To the blades of grass
With a fistful of ash and a rose
Down
With our litanies of prayer
Into the small forests of stone
And God…though you may be with me
I am still alone
With my inward eyes
I chamber my solitude
With a shroud
Of magnolia and rain
With alabaster and a skylark
I remember the small hand enclosed
On the hummingbird’s coin
I take it to the place
Where the blue wind sighs
In the hollow skull of the dawn | |
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| Millennium
Posted: 1/24/2006 5:32:48 PM | Millennium
A lot of people say He's coming any day now
At the IHOP Jessica believes
He'll be back in her lifetime
Edgar Cayce said He came back last year
which makes Him
A tiny baby right now
Nostradamus said our planet was supposed
To get blown to smithereens last month
My Mom says the world's about to end all the time
It's all got me wondering
If He does come back
And sees His shadow
Are we going to have 2000 more years of winter? | |
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| Millennium
Posted: 1/24/2006 5:35:39 PM | The poem Millennium was written on 9/16/99. All the poems I've posted are from 1998-2000.
I've just recently started writing again. This site has encouraged me. Thanks. | |
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| Millennium
Posted: 1/24/2006 7:49:50 PM | Hey Black Mary...I was wandering around and browsed your thread. I likes it...likes it a lot.
And the "Danielle Steele" of poetry line just cracked me up. I was thinking Barbara Taylor Bradford, but Danielle works just fine.
Keep on keeping on...I like your style. | |
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| A Little More Free And Farther Away
Posted: 1/24/2006 8:15:29 PM | A Little More Free And Farther Away
Drew calls; it’s 4:30 in the afternoon
His words mumble-stumble
All out of balance like
The poor drunk we saw last night
I hear the trepidation in his voice
The fear that I will refuse
The favor he wants to ask
He asks and of course I consent
To take him to the eyeglass people
Who will fix his glasses for free
(If he gets there in time)
He is my friend so I must take him
So he can see for free
Along the way I tell him
About the game
The Universal Sex Game
The Game of Couples
The Everyone Does It Game
Naturally he’s intrigued
I explain to him that it can be played most anywhere
But the best places to play it
Are where the couples go
In the malls
In the churches
In the restaurants
I play it all the time
I can’t help it
As I explain the rules to him
As I break it down for him
He busts out laughing
Because it’s a funny game
Played in the mind
Like most games
I say hey Drew, here’s how it goes
Choose a couple, any couple
Old, young, or in-between
It doesn’t matter
As long as they seem ordinary to you
As long as they are believable
Choose a well-to-do couple
Polished and professional
Doctors, lawyers, business people
A pair of American Dreams
Beautiful people who know who they are
Pillars of the community
Respected people, nice people
Perhaps a little set in their ways
A little self-righteous
But no more than is human
Or maybe a church couple
Who know and understand God
Who read the bible and are saved
They are definitely going to Heaven
They got the pie in the sky
It’s a done deal
Good people who eat ice cream on Sundays
Perhaps a little fanatical
But no more than is human
Or maybe a poor couple
A pair of rags
Perhaps irresponsible
Architects of their misfortune
Or perhaps not
Maybe they’re just black cloud people
Continuously dogged and hammered by life
Dying in dead-end jobs
Beaten down by broken things
They are another kind of beautiful people
Beautiful by virtue
Of their very audacity in existing
Beautiful for not blowing their brains out
Or robbing liquor stores
They can’t help but be a bit mad
But no more than is human
Now here’s what you do Drew
Gather up all these couples
This assemblage of pairs
This cross-section of matrimony
And set them all-a-****ing in your mind
That’s right. Imagine them having all kinds of sex
Nothing strange or perverted
Just the standard stuff
Let the images fly through your brain Drew
Envision the church people
Doing it doggy style
Or madly 69ing away
A grandmotherly blowjob
Now the respectable couple
Woman on top
Riding off into the sunset
Giddyup
And the destitute couple
Whirling dervishes spinning free of their pain
Picture it all Drew
All those ordinary people doing it
All those husbands and wives
All those boyfriends and girlfriends
All shapes! All sizes! All kinds!
Cunnilingus!
Fellatio!
Sex Drew! Hot couple sex!
Drew begins to quiver and shake
The sex images are tearing holes in his brain
He can’t take it
He goes into a fugue state
In the middle of the mall he screams out
Hail Empress Fellatio!
Good citizens of Rome!
Hail Empress Fellatio!
Greater than Augustus! Greater than Penius Maximus!
Greater than all Caesars!
Men of Rome stand erect!
Before the Empress Fellatio!
Whose is a goddess to all men!
I say Drew calm down
Stop screaming, you’re scaring me
You’re drawing a crowd
People are looking
I think the cops are coming
I think I see your P.O.
That brings him around
We make our getaway
On the way home I try to calm him down
I tell him
Drew - Go past the images
See them doing those things
Without shame or guilt
Without anxiety
Without pathology
Try to see them doing those things…
...with love…
Maybe in an ordinary way
Like watering the lawn
Or maybe imagine them
During one of those times
When they move through each other
Anima to animus
Into the infinite,
Hovering
Suspended in transcendence
Only to fall back into themselves
Into the frailness of their mortality
Into the singularness of their existence
And imagine them afterwards
How they cannot help but feel
A little silly, a little sheepish
At how God made them dance
At the end of His string
In His Crazy Sexy Puppet Show | |
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| A Little More Free And Farther Away
Posted: 1/24/2006 8:27:22 PM | | I see that last poem got censored. Well I just want to go record as disagreeing with this, yes I'm definitely against this. | |
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| Hummingbirds
Posted: 1/24/2006 8:53:17 PM | Hummingbirds
If there is a God then
Hummingbirds are a device
He uses
To make my mother happy
Oh-they have their other purposes...to be sure
Their niche in the ecosystem
That deal they do with the flowers
But twice a year
They come to her
Like children coming home
They come in February and later
In the fall
She waits for them and believes them to be
The same birds
Every year
And if they are late
She worries
And if there is a storm about
She looks out her window
And wonders
How will they survive out there
Over the Gulf of Mexico
All the way from South America | |
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| The Hummingbird Expert And The Theory Of The Precursor Birds
Posted: 1/24/2006 9:18:22 PM | The Hummingbird Expert And The Theory Of The Precursor Birds
Green Walden bonsai jungle
Within my father's green heart
That's where she built her laboratory
Among the rubber trees and cacti
And a 30 year old
Norfolk Island Pine
Between the ferns and the succulents
And on the low shoulder
Of a magnolia tree
That was where the feeders hung
Red syrup, red sugar light beacon
Among a lifetime of my father's botany
She waited
For confirmation of
Her Precursor Bird Theory
For just as Paul Dirac had once used
The Relativistic Shrodinger Equation
To predict the existence of anti-matter
So now my mother used
The arrival of tiny cardinal-like yellow-gray splashes
The precursor birds
To predict the coming of her hummingbirds
And lo and behold
She was right
For not two weeks after
The little harbingers arrived
The air buzzed alive
With dogfighting divebombing ruby-throats
The age old imperative of territory affirmed
Yeah, sure enough
My mother's birds had come home
She would stand at her window
Her place in science assured
She would look at me, smile slyly, and say
" I'm sure of it now. Same birds-every year."
And so it was thus -the hummingbird expert had spoken. | |
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| Soliloquy From A Distant Shore
Posted: 1/24/2006 10:47:22 PM | Soliloquy From A Distant Shore
Sea that lives in a house on the horizon
You live inside of me
With your cities of coral and dead ships
With your clouds and your rain and your funnels
And all of your terrible weather
You go dancing like a woman in a long skirt
With wind in her hair
You ride off in a limousine
To Saturday confession
But on Sunday there is still the nettle-sting
Of the Portuguese Man-O-War summer
O sea, I have heard
The lonely wet music of your shores
The sad singing souls of your drowned sailors,
Your slaughtered whales
Ah, it seems like us
A demiurge has shaken you
And now you have no choice but to live
To experience it all
No matter, I am beyond all that
And will not wound you with hope,
No, I can only walk with you
And tell you of things
Of childhood’s last smile
Here in my pocket
Of how once
I loved a woman
Whose eyes like two green suns
Shone brilliant over a throng of dark flowers
Of a minister, sweet and kind,
Yet still didn’t see
That faith
Stands not on the shoulders of Reason
But on those of Despair!
Ah-but mostly let me tell you
Of a sky fisherman
Who stands on the horizon
Who casts his net into a sky
That lives in the night
High in space
Like a confidence man on a street corner
Selling watches under his coat
Of bountiful harvest he has received
Of dippers and hunters
Of crabs and dogs and bears
Of all of these
He has found
And yet still he fishes on
On and on across the sky
On and on
For the light of a Northern Star | |
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