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 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 26
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I’m looking for someone to fall in love with
for a while. For a little while.
I’ve got a bit of time
Between other things
So it’ll have to be fast
and it’ll have to be deep.
I’m not looking for a tickle.
No, I want something
that’ll just about bust a rib or two...




J. Newman © 2006
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 27
Loving
Posted: 10/6/2006 8:34:01 AM
Melons are good
for meeting lovers,
but bananas will do just as well
or strawberries, peaches and,
above all, kumquats!
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 28
Loving
Posted: 10/6/2006 10:40:20 AM
You still owe me the next line for that poem I started!
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 29
Loving
Posted: 10/6/2006 2:20:44 PM
We haven't met yet
though we've had the occasional chat,
but, tell me, is your FA
really as fat as all that?
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 30
Loving
Posted: 10/7/2006 7:31:28 AM
Dear Ms Not at all snooty
English cuties
Is that very bad booty
matched by your two other beauties?

Just reading a profile of Helen Mirren in a recent NYer. Man! Would I ever like to... entertain her!
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 31
Loving
Posted: 10/7/2006 8:03:44 AM
"Raunchy" is my middle name.
'Twill be so in future, 'twas so in the past
and playing at this raunchy game
I forgot my first and my last.
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 32
FEMALE, YOU THOUGHT
Posted: 10/7/2006 3:36:01 PM
Female, you thought stumble
and there would be arms
to steady you and a voice
to say, "Peek a boo--
love!"


Male, I thought maps
could be read down
as well as along
the heart's cross-walk.


J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 33
FEMALE, YOU THOUGHT
Posted: 10/7/2006 3:51:06 PM
Thanks, Eyes, and in the words of an Irish blessing: "May the worst of your tomorrows be better than the best of your yesterdays..."
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 34
It’s all love
Posted: 10/16/2006 6:00:09 AM
Couple French-speaking guys
outside their house this morning
as I come out of mine. “Jo-san,”
I call out to them and get
a puzzled “Pardon?” in reply.
“That’s ‘Good morning’ in Chinese,”
I respond, and they laugh.
I’d do anything at times
to get a smile or a laugh
out of someone. It’s all love,
you know. Some kind of love.
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 35
In my café
Posted: 10/17/2006 4:46:33 AM
In my café the backs
of all the other customers
are turned to me, creating a cave
in which I sit, alone.

One of the other regulars enters,
the man with a severe limp
and a face that looks
like suffering stone.
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 36
Imagine the ultimate phuck!
Posted: 10/20/2006 4:38:08 AM
Imagine the ultimate phuck,
the one that would take all your luck,
love, energy, respect, compassion,
tenderness, tears, laughter...the one
there would be no “after.”

Like that other Big Bang,
the effects would enlarge and spread,
an infinitely expanding, mysterious universe
of love, sexual and cerebral, serious
and funny as hell, the love of spoons,
of sheets, arm-chairs, minds
and thighs...


J. Newman © 20Oct06
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 37
Do not tell me that you love me.
Posted: 10/23/2006 11:48:12 AM
Do not tell me that you love me.
It’s too soon for that.
Do not tell me that you yearn for me,
I couldn’t possibly be real
enough for you for that.
Do not tell me this is real,
but, yes, it’s wonderful!




J. Newman © 23Oct06
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 38
Happy ever afters
Posted: 10/24/2006 11:08:32 AM
Happy ever afters,
don’t you know,
are nothing but a bunch
of new beginnings
strung together in a row.
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 39
A poem
Posted: 10/25/2006 8:52:10 AM
Plus que suffit, ma petite tresor! Et j'ai deja t'envoye une pette poeme que j'ecrit pour tois!
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 40
A poem
Posted: 10/25/2006 9:14:24 AM
Freaking Anglophone, "aimerai" is future tense; you wanted "aimerais," (conditional) and "aussi..." Besides, I got half a lock on this chippy. GET IN LINE!
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 41
A poem
Posted: 10/25/2006 9:43:30 AM
What's "love" got to do with it?
Ms Pickles knows
that all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
all I want is
yeah,
yeah,
yeah............. that!
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 42
A poem
Posted: 10/27/2006 2:38:17 PM
There might be some other universe
where riot
doesn't rhyme with quiet.

But in this here bower
Pickles
doesn't rhyme with sour.
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 43
These are gems I roll from hand to hand
Posted: 10/30/2006 3:47:21 PM
These are gems I roll from hand to hand
Gabriel
...Hella
......Lucy
.........Sapphire
............Mahalia
sparkling, multi-coloured, catching
and reflecting light
Gabriel
...Hella
......Lucy
.........Sapphire
............Mahalia
my bon-fires against the night,
I call them. Any one of them
could command all the love I have to give
and I’d still have all of it
for each of the others.
Gabriel
...Hella
......Lucy
.........Sapphire
............Mahalia
My father once said to me:
“You have grand-children, but I
have great-grand-children!”
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 44
Love me - but not to death!
Posted: 11/6/2006 5:01:53 AM
Love me - but not to death!
Love me - but do not hold your breath
waiting for me to rescue you
or even to love you back!

Love me - but love yourself
first, your kids, your friends,
the man or woman who serves you
at the supermarket or cafe.

Love me - but, I beg of you,
see me clearly first...


J. Newman © 06Nov06
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 45
Start over
Posted: 11/10/2006 9:34:00 AM
Find the beginning.
Start over.
You’ve gone astray.
Tweaking your personality
won’t do it,
turning down the dial
a little,
greasing the squeaky wheels...

No, pick up the thread
and follow it back
to where you began.
Start over
and do everything
the opposite
of what you did before.
 alyosha
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 46
Beginnings
Posted: 11/13/2006 1:39:51 PM
The journey has many beginnings,
false starts and rest stops
along the way: a homey café
where the smell of freshly-roasted
coffee-beans assails your nostrils
as you enter. You’re a born-again
voyager!
Or there’s an oasis
with date palms and water so welcome
you think you’ve found God
at last... But you cannot rest
there, neither in God
nor in the arms of your lover.
So you pick up your back-pack,
your hopes, lace up your walking shoes
and you begin again.
Perhaps the journey is nothing
but beginnings, one
after the other, beginnings
without end...


J. Newman © 13Nov06
 tuktawa
Joined: 8/29/2006
Msg: 47
A poem
Posted: 11/27/2006 11:58:12 AM
hilarious ...you guys are just great.... I have yet to get brave enuf to share my lines but i do enjoy reading the poems...i guess i am not as quik witted as a lot of you seem to be...for you see I have yet to learn to channel my energys to words I have always had a physical outlet....I have been to several of the poetry forums and see some of the same ones in them and I do enjoy you all.......TUK
 subtle_savage
Joined: 11/13/2006
Msg: 48
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I, like a practiced adulterer
Posted: 11/27/2006 2:29:46 PM
Between a chuckle and a sigh

Three birds high
The lowest I didn't see
But for its flitting shadow
Across pebbles being inspected.
I too was searching for grains.

Mood shifted step
Squishing a hundred flat stones.
Gaze up, behold them to the horizon.

Then, later, evergreen wood
Ferns like silent musicians
Moss laughing, declining a price.
Stones like noses. Suppressed grins.
Crow rips ambiance majestically, disdainfully.

Pause for more breath.
Wood silently sighs, then moans.
Step ahead, humbled, no longer brazen.

Forest breaks, wind is chill.
Peaks above, shrouded mist.
Lone bird coasts
Almost as far
As the eye
Can see.

For Alyosha.

Thanks for the thread good Sir.

ss
 subtle_savage
Joined: 11/13/2006
Msg: 49
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I, like a practiced adulterer
Posted: 11/28/2006 5:22:48 AM
Thank you for your words, Aloysha. Yes, the poem was partly in response to that line of questioning--where you gently reminded me of juxtaposed themes, or concepts quite removed but metaphorically tied. I felt the fool for not seeing what you were talking about on my first reading of your other poem. With this I hoped to make a crude, direct link between phases (3) and your, or a guiding elders presence, in each. Obviously, the birds--the shadow crossing myopic concentration, the crow strong enough to shatter almost selfish reverie, and finally your entity far above on a mountain signifying age, wisdom, knowledge, distance and perspective for humbleness.

Thanks for the help :)

ss

ps... that 'her breasts arrived 30 seconds before her' got a great laugh from me last night.
 subtle_savage
Joined: 11/13/2006
Msg: 50
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I, like a practiced adulterer
Posted: 11/28/2006 10:01:56 PM
"'Sophie will be on duty at Le Paltoquet, proudly cleaving the air with her figurehead.'"

That was a great line. And cost me several seconds of dabbing coffee-spray off my moniter.

Auch, I can see your eyes gleaming like a mischievous racoon writing that one.

I've never been fond of the almost-rhymes. Very tricky to pull it off properly. I should say in truth I am fond of it, but just find the device exhaustively hard to splice smoothly. And until you pointed it out, I hadn't noticed it--just that I felt a vague uncomfortableness at the conclusionary air of the poem. Phonetics is a fascinating field; I spent many a day walking around shaping sounds due to classes in that. I must have looked quite odd to those 'not in the know'.
I'd forgotten about Snodgrass--I shall be pleased to receive anything you have that you'd like to pass on. Not sure if he's in my library anywhere.

On with the show:

Sprawled akimbo under duvee,
Hugging a gorgeous woman
Entwined in dance we've risen
To lie on furs by hearth
..by earth
..hath heth..heaTHER
..htth...
Chitter chatter chitter chatter
'cling-CLANG-bing-BING-CLANG'

I open an eye. The siege has begun.
Out the window, not far enough away,
The squirrels raid the bird feeder
A mistake, in retrospect,
To tie the large chimes
To a branch, their favoured highway
Over the feeder.

Chirpety CHIRp chirp CHIRP chirPETY CHI--
I open the other eye.
The sparrows have fled the crime scene.
They berate the infidels
Safely
From the tree outside my other window.
Which too is not far enough away.
A mistake not to saw it's branches off.

The gorgeous woman has slipped away
Replaced by a pillow
Under which is pinned a limb
Belonging to someone else.

I heave it up:

Frankenstein awakes.

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