| Mother is lonely tonight
Posted: 5/2/2007 8:39:30 PM | Now thats what I'm talking about. Keep bringing in that fresh rolled poetry!
Red Earth Mother is lonely tonight, lonlier than usual. Best friend out west on a road trip -- gentleman friend decided he feels no "romantic inclination" towards me. Damn, he can take a number on that one. I have always thought desire somtimes comes with knowing the person. My late soul-mate was homely but grew more handsome to me as I grew to love him. How come men aren't wired the same way?
Write on, sweet children, write on.
Desire is optional(theme, that is) | |
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| Desire
Posted: 5/2/2007 9:07:09 PM | Love has no face
nor bound by form
it's smile touches lightly
a simple chord
that melody which plays
without music or note
it cannot be learned through
methodical rote
a woman needs not a picture
to feel
desire
it rides through darkness
gathering tactile verse
of body language
or butterflies inside
the hidden depths of yearning
a child inside the womb
eyes climbing into the window
of your soul
lingering electrical charges
burst of energy
more passionate
as we age
our light grows stronger
or is not afraid to shine
it's the calling our soul
to live
truly live. | |
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| Unparalleled Parallels
Posted: 5/3/2007 11:32:41 AM | Unparalleled Parallels
Like unparalleled parallels,
We walk past each other
You to the kitchen, and I to the hall
Apparently uncaring
Or so it would seem
Our paths cross in light of the new dawn
I look to your eyes with trepidation
And there amidst the sadness
The pain, the confusion
I see love once held for me
Reflect back the love for you
Or so it would seem
But alas
In the icy chill of this winter morning
As you ready for your day
And I for mine
There is no time for love
Nor the words to remind us of such
Or so it would seem | |
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| Unparalleled Parallels
Posted: 5/3/2007 1:52:15 PM | she's scared
I should have realized
I was only paying attention to her words
not their meaning
nor, the more important feeling
what is written between the lines
speaks volumes when I am in tune
I am now
Genius miss the obvious
until pointed out by a dullard
sometimes, I wonder which I am
Don't you?
 moo | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/3/2007 3:15:02 PM | Where doth the wind play,
in the mountains or the spaces in between,
and whence came the sailing ship,
holding bounty from its dreaming?
To whom doth the stars shine in the black,
and the bold moon align,
and where doth the the swirling mass,
and gloom of the abyss crash?
We are lost, we are doomed,
and we will never be safe. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/3/2007 7:00:31 PM |
We are lost, we are doomed,
and we will never be safe.
Wow, Peach blossom, I heard that last stanza.Thank you for coming and posting.Come back anytime.
More later, people,Mother still mopping. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/4/2007 1:22:25 PM | WASP Sting
“It’s just a WASP sting,” I say
As I try to recover
From the suddenness of the attack.
I was not expecting that such a small,
Demure creature was capable
Of directing pain at the surface of my skin
And making it reverberate through to my soul.
It was a small sting, not worth waving my arms about,
Nor making a fuss in this genteel Southern garden
And certainly not worth hating for.
It was an act of instinct and social thoughtlessness,
Probably devoid of true personal malice.
“The reflex of a dumb animal,” I mentally add,
Because the insult seems to sooth my sense of injury.
“No one dies of a WASP sting,” I tell myself
Because I know that in the face of eternity
And the sufferings of the world,
This is a small thing indeed.
Yet, even so, I know that the swelling burn,
The wincing resentment,
The itching torment of assaulted pride
Will be with me for many days to come. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/4/2007 3:38:31 PM | We are not of this asphalt place, he says
No, we are the full-bodied strength
of the soul's love, pain and woundedness.
Filthy, feckless and miraculous, he says
we brawl and tumble from this plain,
selfless, to the final end of it all.
Alas, I cannot find my faith, he cries,
with my flesh burning fully in the pyre,
and sorrow, my eyes and lips in flame.
The devil dances crabbed and full, he cries
cackling and flouncing with the smoke,
merciless, to the the final end of it all. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/5/2007 3:22:46 AM | . . . Yet, even so, I know that the swelling burn,
. . . The wincing resentment,
. . . The itching torment of assaulted pride
. . . Will be with me for many days to come.
For many years alas
when the assaulting insect
has four less legs
and not a wing in sight.
Ouch, red earth, hope you've recovered. Helen | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/6/2007 7:37:36 AM | Thanks Helen
Wrote WASP Sting 20 something years ago.A friend's mother said something like "You've done so well inspite of your upbringing" What?! I thought
I thought Iwas raised just fine.
Speaking of which, my dad had anotehr heart attack last night, keep him inyour prayers,his name is Ray. | |
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| New Poem
Posted: 5/7/2007 9:00:11 PM | Weighed in the Balance
“Lighten up,” my friends said,
“This morbid heaviness only distracts
From a woman’s beauty.
If you would gain what you desire
You must be willing to lose
Those parts of yourself
Which he finds unattractive.”
We began with exteriors.
“Too heavy,” they cried,
“Too little like a free nymph,
Too much like ancient Deborah,
Judge of all Israel.
Drop, at once, these books and scrolls
For they have made you too strong.
Let these weighty matters go
And become weak, delicate and easy to break.
Shed the robe that justice gave
For your hard labors and sacrifice.
A woman clothed in her own self-worth
Is not a woman easily loved.”
But when I was stripped naked
The cry was still “Too heavy.”
“Beware of appearing too well-rounded,
For the searching eye most easily perceives
The simplicity of the angular form,
The certainty of a one-dimensional view.
But with a little here and there removed
You can be reshaped to fit the pattern.
Hereafter, at dinner-table conversations,
When queries on half-truths
Are being passed as appetizers
And political theory is part of the entrée,
Abstain. Seal your lips
Against the temptation to partake
Of thought’s feast, lest it be said
That you are a glutton for words.”
I have been weighed in the balance
And found wanting.
So here I stand with my anorexic love,
Trying to lose this heaviness,
Shedding parts of myself,
Starving for your affection
In what I thought should be
A land of plenty. | |
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| cat on a hot tin roof
Posted: 5/7/2007 9:13:23 PM | I'm glad I'm old
released from the
hormone driven
howling
siamese yowling
posturing
ridiculous conceit
thinking I
sat upon a special
treat
when my head
and my heart
is what
set me
apart
and
made sex memorable
from the start
ps: Sounds like HE doesn't "weigh up" - undersized fish....... | |
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| cat on a hot tin roof
Posted: 5/8/2007 3:44:11 PM | Hi Brizo
Lovedthe lines
hormone driven
howling
siamese yowling
posturing
myhormones don't scream like they used to but they whimper pitifully sometimes.
Thanks for the post and your comments - made my day! | |
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| freed to be
Posted: 5/8/2007 6:32:32 PM | Your offer frees me , allows me to live some nonsense with you
Mystical midgets in mighty armour stricking voratiously against the mist
tearing blindly into the dark wood they fight the wicked one
emptying there angers to the senseless fight
laying waste to the wizard of the night
tired and soiled they fall to there knees
till the wizards cane can sends them to the next life | |
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| On Grassy Knoll
Posted: 5/8/2007 7:26:03 PM | Such the bitter pill to swallow
Yet passing of the litmus
Testing waters with a tow
Inclined to find it's way to mouth
With a feat well grained
and most likely would
Knock upon loudly for luck
Yet never smell nor taste so sweet
As a Rose in name given
Plucked from mote in God's eye
If not for the beholder
Amidst a myriad of cliched hope
Pondered and just as easily dismissed
By a host of men, so oft times hollow
Over stuffed by straw and poles
And unrepentive on grassy knoll | |
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| greetings from mother
Posted: 5/11/2007 8:36:36 AM | Morning sweet children, I'm over my sadness. My dad is home from the hospital and is doing better than I expected after his 2nd heart attack. My best friend is back from her cross country road trip and my former-potential significant other is calling again.
Battling migraines all week, have one now or I'd praise the great stuff you guys are bringing in.
Keep that fresh-rolled quality poetry coming! | |
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| greetings from mother
Posted: 5/11/2007 1:51:23 PM | | REM I'm glad your Dad is home again and doing better. It's not easy watching our parents get old. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/11/2007 2:16:42 PM | How It Feels To Be In Love...
By Robert A. Hawk..
Category: Writing and Poetry
EVERYDAY I SPEND WITH YOU
LEADS ME TO FEEL THE WHEY I DO
MY FEELINGS GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH EVERY KISS.
WHEN YOU ARE NOT AROUND, YOU I TRULY MISS.
I CANT EXPLAIN THE FEELINGS I HAVE FOR YOU
ITS ALL SO NEW
I HAVE NEVER FELT THIS WAY TOWARDS SOME ONE
LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
YOU HAVE TAKEN OVER MY THOUGHTS AND DREAMS
YOU ARE EVERY WHERE IT SEEMS.
BUT ITS LIKE THAT'S NOT ENOUGH
WHEN EVER YOUR NOT AROUND ITS RUFF
I MISS YOU SO MUCH
AND HOPE FOR JUST A TOUCH
ITS LIKE IM NOT COMPLETE UNLESS YOU ARE NEXT TO ME.
THIS I WISH YOU COULD SEE.
I HAVE FALLEN IN THE WORST WAY
WHAT CAN I SAY.
IM IN LOVE WITH YOU
AND ALL THE THINGS YOU DO. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/11/2007 2:23:51 PM | A conversation after I die...
By: Robert A. Hawk
Category: Writing and Poetry
As I stood before my father on the awsome throne.
I soon realized i stood there, just myself alone.
He took my chin into his hand and said I want to see your face.
So I can heal your many scars, gained while lost during the race.
I said Lord please dont look at me for I know I ran it wrong.
He said that does not matter for now my child you are home.
I said how can you want me, as ungreatfull as I was?
He said I never thought it hard, that's what a father does.
But I went astray from you more then just one time.
Because my child you looked away and did not see my sign.
The sign that said I will love you no matter where you go,
And I will always be there, for I love you so.
Your wrongs have been forgiven and erased I told you in my word.
Yet you where so confused, you had forgotten what you heard.
That is done and past, and you are here where you belong.
So let your sprit rest my child for in me you are strong.
I said I just dont understand how you could still love me?
He said because you are mine child, and will forever be...
By: Robert A. Hawk | |
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| Outside my Front Room
Posted: 5/11/2007 3:33:10 PM | Outside My Front Room
Outside my front room
As the sunshine of a new day
Filters through the blinds
The scent of the ocean
Wafts through an open window
Mingled with the smell of freshly cut grass
And pizza from the Italian place down the road
Someplace by the boardwalk
Outside my front room
Outside my front room
As the day turns into night
I hear the sounds of laughter
From the house across the way
Rented by those much younger
For a summer following school
Mixed with mixed music from the nightclub
And the train that passes closer still
Someplace beyond the boardwalk
Outside my front room
Outside my front room
I feel the dawn’s heat
Replace the cold of night
Filtering through the blinds
Where I found myself asleep again
The smell of coffee from the doughnut shop
The sound of a drunk girl crying in despair
The feel of emptiness in both stomach and soul
Causes desire to turn a blind eye to both
So I shut my windows tightly
Screw the blinds closed till no light escapes
And go back inside and close the door
To a place away from the boardwalk
And away from my front room | |
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| Outside my Front Room
Posted: 5/13/2007 9:34:51 AM | Thorn
Where do you find the time to write so much good poetry? Saw a poem on another thread last week that blew me away...you're everywhere!
Really liked this one - Outside my Front Room - what I took away from it is that sometimes we assume that all the good things and happiness is "outside" and some of it filters in but there is also sorrow and suffering outside. And the need comes to insulate ourselves.
Right now, for example, I want to get out of my house and go to lunch. I want to see poeple! I want to hear people talking around me even if I go and sit by myself. After I have had my association by proxy, I will be content, even eager to go back to my house and spend the rest of the day alone. Trying to get Pensky's attention to go to lunch with me. 
I'd give you an emoticon with a rose if there was one here. Instead I reward you with the "goldfish of glory"
Write on, brother, write on! | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 72 | |
| Outside my Front Room
Posted: 5/13/2007 9:51:32 AM | Haiku: (ahem)
dinner bell ringing
you've got email RE
call a friend for lunch.
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| pleasures in volume.
Posted: 5/13/2007 4:25:27 PM | She reminds me of this;
An unfamiliar insanity cause
Love despises friendliness and
Those wounds are a wounded likewise
Like how,
We’ll fear the next slow song cause
We lack the legs to dance with. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/13/2007 5:40:02 PM | i'm not sure What this is, Free verse or no,
but Most of My work Flows like This.
Mere Mortal Thoughts
As The Winds Blow Through the Forest
I Sense your Presence by the odor of Flora
So sweet a Smell, Yet powerful To feel
I hear you glide over the forest Floor of leaves
Like the Silence of a Feather, falling to its destiny
So faint But Distinct, a slight rustle I hear
I can see a Glow, Far Off in the Distance
Your Approach is eminent, but time is slow
How I crave your beauty upon My Eyes
Wishing That Time, Had a Faster Flight
I Remember The Shimmer Of Your Locke’s
Like the Stars on a clear night, Sparkling ever so Bright
Your Eyes, Yes, Those emeralds blessed to you
So that you may see beyond, to all that is true
Your pale Skin, So soft, as velvet to the Touch
It’s as if you were wrapped, for one Purpose,
for the sensual cravings, that We have so much.
Your lips, So naturally Pursed,
awaiting 2 more to apply your curse
once touched by you, they can’t be denied
as any mortal is yours, like a Queen of a tribe
Giving and Not caring For Losses ahead
Yet Wanting more, of a place in your bed
Like the Life giving Water That we all need
I can’t live with out you, for I’m full Of Greed
Your an Angel That’s Put here for a reason
If I Could Only Break this Spell, Even For a season
I’d Make you My Wife, For the Rest of My Life.
You’re a Tigress Amongst Tigers
You’re a Lioness Amongst lions
But do you really Know
What you are among Mortal Men
You’re a Vision of Romance
What every Man dreams
If he only had a Chance
to be with a Woman
So Beautiful and Pristine
inspired by: My Heart
10/15/2005
© 2005 by Irisheagle.
All rights reserved. | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 5/13/2007 6:03:37 PM | Let me wander away from it all
Take the steps down a path
With white oaks, beeches
Pansies, pentunias, and rose leaves
Don't want to hear
About that old stuff, again
Don't want to know
Pain was much more permanent
Than pleasantries, facades
Forced smiles and gatherings
Want to go on down
That fairy mindscape
Of wispy mist, clear spring water
Juniper bushes, honeysuckle fragrance
Meet him down by the sea
Where loneliness and arguements
Are the impossible things
The sea keeps rhythm
To the sound of my heartbeat
Memories of hated days
Drown in pink and tangerine waves
While loving hands dispell
All the concerns
Of days to come
In sweet embrace
Something of a soulmate
With all the definitions
Removed from conversation
The salty breeze
Speaks for us
Unbearable is dissolved
RoxyRoxRocker™ © 2002-2007 All rights reserved
***Wonderful space here Red Earth Mother...thank you for sharin  | |
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