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|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.
|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
|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.|
|GOODBYE KISS HAIKU|
Posted: 2/23/2006 11:57:49 PM
|here, here, to melton's "Goodbye Kiss Haiku" ... |
Fascinating how others see the words. I would have put it, "heart's ashes", but then, melton knows what she wanted to say more than I do.
And I liked the "cats" poem, blackest of marys. It captures the inner manipulations of those conniving yet loveable beasts.
|The Bone-Wounded Sea|
Posted: 3/1/2006 1:19:14 AM
|That's astounding, black mary. It reminds me immediately of several poems. Here's one by the recently deceased Irving Layton:|
This is a finger
This is an eye
Even a small cut causes pain, afterwards soreness;
the terror comes when a bone-shattering bullet
enters the neck, the groin
or the blood rushes after the retreating knife
The thought of death,
of being suddenly reduced to nothing
makes the lips go white
You must say to yourself
this is not film, this is real
and it's happening to a man
who was once an infant and cried in the dark
Those are real intestines
spilling out into his hand;
the pain and terror are real
Let's begin again
This is a finger
This is an eye
Posted: 3/22/2006 8:50:31 PM
Sandra, your moist lips
Urge my desire.
Come here, Love, we'll
Kill hesitancy with our proud sweat.
Make for the bed,
Galloping colts and frisky mares
Escape the barn's confines.
Next year the leaves will have evaporated.
Together we'll create a memory
Lathing this sudden summer.
Yellow your hair, bright your eyes.
Posted: 3/23/2006 6:41:47 PM
|That is memorable. What a lovely way to think of death.|
Posted: 6/13/2006 3:16:21 PM
Allen Ginsberg at a scout jamboree.
Welcome back, bm.
|Lord Of The Imaginary Penguins|
Posted: 6/18/2006 2:34:59 AM
|You're on a binge, bm. I'm enjoying your writes. |
"And the Lord spoke thusly and decried:
'Lo! Though in the bowels of Langley they reside,
Their land will be struck with mighty pestilence
And their houses tarnished with termites and cracked
Siding as the good burghers fight each other on smack.
Here in the righteous Holy Kingdom of Abbotsford
No one dares leave behind a heathen turd
When going about the sinners' business of illicit sex
And cheap liquor from our own seedy haunts, now hexed
And collapsing in ruin from overuse and hysteria.
Go forth, flock, read the Gospel, sniff the wisteria,
Then, with married rectitude, make babies for Jesus,
That Saintly One who looks down on Langley, and freezes.' "
|I Went To Bed With A Strange Woman|
Posted: 6/18/2006 10:48:26 AM
|”Let’s fuc.k |
Then I’ll eat your head"
is what I consider therapy
I've never gone to bed with a praying mantis, but crabs have woken up with me
Crawling their way from the oozing pit of what I had previously recognized as a goddess
I looked to the floor and realized that it must have been her crotch high dress
Beer goggles so thick that I must have been Mr. Magoo
I didn't even notice her panties standing alone covered in crust lysol due
The morning after pill in that case should have been cyanide taken by me
Instead I just gouged out my eyes and fealt the burning of my urination as I went to pee
Horrified by the fact that I had to make her exit into the reality of unbecoming daylight
I swallowed hard and invited her to stay until the cloak of humility that would be brought by night
Posted: 6/18/2006 4:19:57 PM
|Sassy bytch putting her lip gloss on|
Standing up at the beach and flaunting her thong
Pick the lips that you want to part
Or don't bother to even start
it's your call
No blue balls.
|Penguins, etc ....|
Posted: 6/19/2006 8:25:39 PM
|PASTOR O"MALLEY MEETS MAYOR REEVES|
"My good Mayor, let me be the first to suggest
you're doing a goodly job for Abbotsford, blessed
is how we feel to have a woman so true
to the high morals I likewise try to imbue
on Sunday sinners donning their suits and dresses
for the righteous sermon our Good Father blesses.
But take care of this community, for I see
massage parlours and billiard halls all around me,
youngsters fleeing to the bars and porn shops en masse:
to their parents and Holy Father they show no class.
I implore you, Dear Mary of the Chosen People:
don't just let goodness reside in pew and steeple.
The lives of our citizens don't toy with and flirt;
now for this message, can I reach under your skirt?"
Posted: 6/26/2006 1:55:07 AM
|A profusion of prolific pulchritude! |
Reading your open lyrics, bm, brings me many thoughts and reminiscences, one major one being that children are much more intelligent than adults.
Posted: 7/14/2006 3:10:49 AM
|A poem involving penguins, by Ralph Gustafson:|
IN TIME OF KOHOUTEK THE COMET
Deft and dapper the penguin picks his stone
And lays it at her feet. She sits. The cold
Antarctic howls. Around her, thousands squat
In loving incubation. The skua hovers
Balancing winds, provision equal to
His needs. Eggs break. Chicks appear.
In hottest nutmeg groves the snake entwines,
Slow coils engage, the jaw unhinges,
Dislocated swallows pig, no thought
Of bristles. The spider hangs, the mantis eats
Her mate. Man eructates. Oil-rigs jack
The earth and Etna comes. Tomorrow being
Sundry, we'll stop to consider while Kohoutek
Presupposes another million years.
Posted: 8/15/2006 1:26:32 PM
|"Sun cut throat". |
That joggled this phrase: "pusillanimous dixie cup residue". I would appreciate an association of clarity, but since none is forthcoming, think I'll strive the rest of the day to work it into a poem.
Posted: 8/15/2006 1:52:23 PM
|I love it, drea!|
OK, here we go:
She unleashed the twin orbs from her support bra,
Bouncing them on the cold metal diner counter
Like pusillanimous dixie cup residue.
|Walking By A Stranger|
Posted: 8/21/2006 12:45:28 PM
|Love the enjambments, BM.|
And I've had the same feeling, troubling at times, but also hopeful with potential.
|Poem Of Old Love|
Posted: 8/21/2006 5:02:51 PM
|Nevermore...said the raven|
Love is eternal
That century is the same b.itch
I'd be amazed if she showed up with chicken fingers
She'll send us out for them if she gets hungry
There is only one love in our lives
Something that we often deny
Always that smile in the back of your head
Even when, from another, you are receiving head
I speak to my brother about the truth
He reads this and does not dispute
As she let's her long hair down from the tower
She releases such a memory to devour
Tenderness has it's time on the lips
Tenderloin's should have a good horseradish dip
You would think that ghost's would be in the past
Nevermore. The raven said with his last gasp.
|i am posing as a penguin|
Posted: 8/26/2006 9:14:49 PM
|i have lost my children. though, they are smarter than me. they can make toast with apricot jelly. i'm sure they will be fine. their mother stabbed me with a fork then left to go shine shoes for the man. i only fight with the house guests. why can't we play these social games with out anyone crying in their pants. don't get me wrong i mean i like being a human but i think i need a vacation. so i am posing as a penguin if only for a day.|
Posted: 8/27/2006 11:23:04 AM
|French Kiss (the other version lol)|
Faint pink buttons emerge as the t-shirt gets soaked
Cottonmouth stretches, spewing venom when stroked
I sneaked up and ran my tongue down her spine
Ogled her fruit as she put her knee into mine
Posted: 9/1/2006 12:18:39 PM
|That makes us brothers....|
I danced with the queen before I died
A situation that I hadn't antisipated would land me on the rack
Stretching my waltz enough to win the limbo contest
Beheaded because I was an uninvited guest
Posted: 9/2/2006 4:15:59 AM
|Mary, Mary, "black" but cheery,|
maybe you were never born
but some other man is using your person
to write some d*mn fine poetry!
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