| 8 In 30
Posted: 2/9/2006 12:04:40 PM | You should definitely post this one on the erotic board LOL!!
I will be back later to finish reading your poems. Simply wonderful! | |
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| Dream Of A Woman In Snow
Posted: 2/9/2006 3:14:21 PM | Dream Of a Woman In Snow
(© Black Mary poems 1998-2006)
I awake in a waking dream
In the blue-gray color
Of four o’clock in the morning
About me, the house has dissolved,
No walls and I lie open in an open field
Of snow brilliant blue fire
Frozen with the photon blood
Of a hundred thousand suns
Across the long day’s sky
I am not alone
Nearby, neighborhood dogs
Come tail-wagging,
A family of rabbits sits, ignored
From the branches of dusted trees
Owls call out
Look! There!
A woman standing
Shirtless in the snow
Hip-cocked, flirt-dancing
Non-Euclidean coquette
She is singing:
See my joy!
I am a gypsy, a laughing woman
See how my breasts shine out
Like the bald heads
Of two laughing Buddhas
Like two hats on top of the world
My joy! | |
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| Dream Of A Woman In Snow
Posted: 2/9/2006 3:19:13 PM | I had to replace the phrase "hips cocked" with "hip-cocked" in the above poem to get it by the goddamn censors. Fuckin' ridiculous. I guess you can't****a gun or hear a****crow
mary | |
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| I apologize
Posted: 2/10/2006 7:06:59 AM | | I apologize for my use of profanity and bad attitude in the above post. But I still don't understand why some words like peckersnot for example make it in and others like hip****d don't. | |
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| an ode
Posted: 2/11/2006 6:15:39 PM | If I may, gotto get it off my chest...
Don't know what it is about your stuff, it just sings to my senses, not above them, nor below.
Best I've felt here...its like you make it seem effortless...
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He came
And sang to me
Not in song
His words
His give
He gave
For me
Now
Charished
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mah, nuf said, yould think me a woman...lol
Thank you | |
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| an ode
Posted: 2/11/2006 8:45:23 PM | | Make your poems into living stories that laugh and cry-become delirious as you lose yourself in hallucination and language. | |
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| Descartes Concern
Posted: 2/12/2006 12:06:58 AM | Descartes Concern
Hey Rene
As long as….You Are…
(Going out)
Do You Think…
You could pick up
Some more toilet paper?
Smootie tore the last roll up. | |
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| Kentucky Snow Poem
Posted: 2/12/2006 2:42:44 AM | Kentucky Snow Poem
(© Black Mary poems)
There are times when I’d put my faith
In poetry over science
For instance
Take that snow bank there
Put your hand in it
Do you feel it like warm silk
Those are the dreams of children
Lost to the plague in Milan…14th century
Dreams not dreamed
Come down with the snow
All these centuries they’ve been
Riding the wind in the interstices
Waiting in the collective for
Someone…to receive them
And the mind of science
Understands this
Like it understands
God’s tennis shoe
But the mind of poetry knows
Because…
Tonight there is a pod of whales
One of which is albino
Exactly midway
Between Milan and Kentucky
Which is
Where we are now
Which is
Where the new snow
Comes down in fever | |
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| Kentucky Snow Poem
Posted: 2/14/2006 12:01:58 PM | Just stopping by ….
There are some good writes in here ...
I like the rhythm you create, Black Mary | |
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| Postcard To Tallahassee
Posted: 2/14/2006 6:34:39 PM | Postcard To Tallahassee
((c) Black Mary poems)
My heart awakens subversive
late in the afternoon in the city
growing shadows I press
to my forehead the words:
Tiger wing and monarch
To remember you on
that oyster road to
the lighthouse of butterflies
at St. Mark’s
You see…
An exterior gentleness
is something I’d like to
cultivate
Perhaps like Stendhal
tracing the initials of
his women in the sands
along the Seine
I can see the irony
in what you once tried to reveal
but you had me confused with
a future form of myself…
…slow elliptical wind
spiraling like winter leaves | |
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| Kentucky Snow Poem
Posted: 2/15/2006 6:48:13 PM | To Breathing-thanks
I got da river in my eyes
I got da jolly in my bones
I got da rhythm from the sky
I got my feets on da stones
Cause I be...
...Sanctified! Sanctified! Sanctified! | |
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| Fade To White
Posted: 2/15/2006 9:46:02 PM | Fade to White
Sometimes
In the morning time
When you were most unguarded
When there was only your giving
That was when I felt
Your lace kisses melt on me
Like snowflakes in warm air
In those moments
I felt the rush
Of your existence
Run through me
As if
I had lived another life
As if
I had been someone else | |
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| Miracle Of A Woman
Posted: 2/15/2006 9:58:00 PM | Miracle Of A Woman
This morning, my fountain
Of small white worlds
Adorned the fruit of your breasts
You became high
Moving a level or two
Above
Stretched out female
Sheet of woman the swan
Of hip, bone lines, and pelvis
I felt the narcotic sigh of sex
Waves move through your spine
Deep into henna silk fire
Burning wet
In your holy lands
I told you
You were beautiful
I told the truth | |
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| Miracle Of A Woman
Posted: 2/15/2006 11:50:40 PM | "Postcard To Tallahassee" was exquisite. Don't know how I've missed this thread till now. Will have to go back to the beginning and read through, but when I have more time, to give it justice. | |
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| Honey Haiku No. 1
Posted: 2/16/2006 7:18:34 AM | Honey Haiku No. 1
Hands, lips, throat, and tongue
Fragile moments of a god
As she drinks me down | |
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| Honey Haiku No. 2
Posted: 2/16/2006 7:19:39 AM | Honey Haiku No. 2
Sweet silk down caress
Open miracle, her sex
Honey on my tongue | |
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| Honey Haiku No. 3
Posted: 2/16/2006 7:21:16 AM | Honey Haiku No. 3
Love, two finger wet
Frames of black garter and lace
Stand a penguin proud | |
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| Honey Haiku No. 4
Posted: 2/16/2006 7:22:19 AM | Honey Haiku No. 4
Warm kisses take me
Deep down to sanctuary
My deluge pours in | |
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| Honey Haiku No. 5
Posted: 2/16/2006 7:23:47 AM | Honey Haiku No. 5
Cup of breast, body spoon
Dreamsleeping blue night of her
T'Night I love the World | |
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| If You Really Knew-Would It Matter?
Posted: 2/20/2006 5:06:52 AM | If You Really Knew-Would It Matter?
(© Black Mary poems)
Animals have their devices
For enlarging themselves
My cat runs an electric current
Through her formidable tail
To be ready for the World
It is Monday
The eagle unchains the dawn
By way of inspiration I read
Another passage from
The Autobiography of a Flea
Heading out I vault
Across thoughts of you
Long as the Brooklyn bridge.
In mid-air I become
Aware
Of a desire for
Tortillas
Of twilight and chrysanthemums
Wondering how long
Before I reach the other side? | |
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| I Discourse With A Genius Of French Literature, Meditation, And Mathematics
Posted: 2/20/2006 10:34:33 AM | I Discourse With A Genius Of French Literature, Meditation, and Mathematics
(© Black Mary poems)
She was one of those types
As Dostoevsky would’ve said
That just had to be better than you.
She was a spiritual master
Of transcendental mediation
Levitating at will
Through your living room
We were giving her a ride
From Destin to Tallahassee
In the night through
The entire history of
The pine tree panhandle
As I knew it
Tomorrow, she would go with Beth and
Someone else
To meditate for a nominal fee
En route she discovered I was
A mathematician
By coincidence so was she
Before getting her Ph.D.
In French Literature
Before selling real estate
She was a mathematician
Simply by virtue
Of knowing Calculus
I asked her who her guy
in French Lit was
And she replied:
Pierre Louys-But you wouldn’t
know him
I'll never forget the way Beth gasped
But I had to ask :
Pierre Louys!
Didn’t he write that book
“She-Devils” ?
You know the one all about ass-fucking?...
That guy under the stairs and that family of whores? | |
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| Mathematics Haiku
Posted: 2/20/2006 6:01:28 PM | Mathematics Haiku
Mathematics is
Four and now here’s seven more.
That’s exactly enough | |
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| Kitty Haiku
Posted: 2/20/2006 6:02:57 PM | Kitty Haiku
I need new kitty
Persian with flat frowning face
A cat for laughing | |
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