Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens
With a love like that -
It lights the whole world.
- Hafiz
[I]You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
Help me
I broke apart my insides
Help me
I’ve got no soul to sell
help me
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
Help me
Tear down my reason
Help me
It’s your sex i can smell
Help me
You make me perfect
Help me
Think of somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You
Get
Me closer to god
Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey
From inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive[/I]
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love my unicycle,
and you’re alright too.
Ur Hawt
Original 
Everyone needs a pooh:
Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
“Where are you going today?” says Pooh:
“Well, that’s very odd 'cos I was too.
Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he.
“Let’s go together,” says Pooh.
“What’s twice eleven?” I said to Pooh,
(“Twice what?” said Pooh to Me.)
“I think it ought to be twenty-two.”
“Just what I think myself,” said Pooh.
“It wasn’t an easy sum to do,
But that’s what it is,” said Pooh, said he.
“That’s what it is,” said Pooh.
“Let’s look for dragons,” I said to Pooh.
“Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few -
“Yes, those are dragons all right,” said Pooh.
“As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That’s what they are,” said Pooh, said he.
"That’s what they are, said Pooh.
“Let’s frighten the dragons.” I said to Pooh.
“That’s right,” said Pooh to Me.
“I’m not afraid,” I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted , “Shoo!
Silly old dragons!” - and off they flew.
“I wasn’t afraid,” said Pooh, said he,
“I’m never afraid with you.”
So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
“What would I do?” I said to Pooh,
“If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,
It isn’t much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together,” says Pooh, says he.
“That’s how it is,” says Pooh.
i dont really think i need to state the author.
Marriage Tanka
We are together.
We are the river and banks;
We are sea and shore.
We shape each other; such joy!
We are always side by side.
girls are quit lovely
but you are the loveliest
locked in my heart, safe
i was going to ask if it was alright if they were a bit risque but then i saw jerricks,
well ill post mine in a bit
Post the potato one.
I might have some that I’ll post later.
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden may well be the love poem to end all love poems.
Love should last, but fades so fast
I feel a frost, when I’m so lost.
Why can’t I find, a love so kind
I’ve searched so long, it must be wrong.
I’ll keep on trying, but never crying;
although I’m lying, 'cause inside I’m dying…
(T. Peterson, 10.15.08)
Okay, I find one… true story by the way… it’s not very good… and maybe a little dirty.
You watched me play the piano. I think it was a song that was written a long time ago.
You were naked and I struck a disonant note that even the Bach, who was the height of the avant-garde well past his time, would not have tolerated as I stared at your skin.
A stream of smoke passed secretly out of your mouth as you forgot about it’s source or the fire it might cause if it fell. As it did.
Even though I don’t remember you walking my way, all of a sudden you were on the piano bench next to me, and you were still naked.
Bach was as lost then as he was when he was alive, and we kissed each other and no one saw.
Sounds more like a passage from a diary, not really a poem, but whatever lol.
Poems don’t need to all be cat in the hat style or rhyme.
I never said or implied that, which is a gross over-simplifcation.
Avant-garde, and free-form “poetry” is cool. Maybe not very mainstream, but still valid to some. Jim Morrison, towards the end of his life, recorded a lot of “spoken word” stuff which most of his millions of fans HATED, mostly because it was such a 180 departure from what the Doors had done, like “Light my fire”, etc.
His spoken word stuff was often rambling, disjointed or just to “cerebral”, and just didn’t “connect” with most of his fans. But yeah, it doesn’t have to rhyme to be good, or have impact. The words [however] should fit and it’s nice to have a sense of meter and flow, not just personal thoughts strewn together with no form. Just an opinion, and there’s no shortage of those here in jc! :p:D:)
Why the quotation marks? Its just as much poetry as what you wrote.
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It does have flow. What else is poetry if not personal thoughts strewn together? At least in some/most cases. Terry, it seems as though you are critiquing negatively out of ignorance or fear of being wrong. I mean no offense by that.
I really liked your poem Goats_On_Unicycles. Post more?
77th street
the hill on 77th street is so steep to being vertical
and seduces my bicycle into fast, fast down its slope
where i cross the thin line between thrill and fear
that some demented artist has blended on his palette.
the lure and power of endless gravity beneath its wheels
the scream of air as if free falling from a flying fortress
but always in the middle of the hill on 77th street
when the danger is at its peak i turn to see her.
a little girl clomps out onto her porch on 77th street
in her mother’s shoes and makeup for ten thousand faces
and waves her little girl wave to me daily as i fly by
by squeezing her fingers into and out of a tiny angelic fist.
her house on 77th street tries to keep its peeling paint
but is slowly letting it fall like snow to the ground
and i cannot see inside for its lights are dim or missing,
the only sunlight touching it when she clomps onto the porch.
i wonder what flowers smell like in her fairy tale dreams
or if she has tasted bread with honey and heard the birds of her heart?
friday i will replace all the missing light bulbs in her home;
nothing bad has ever happened to me on 77th street.
[I]Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I’ll bet you’ll feel nuts
Yes I’m Siskel, yes I’m Ebert and you’re getting two thumbs up
You’ve had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you’re out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Comin’ quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like the Coca-Cola stock you are
inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
Do it now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin’ horny now
Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means “Small Craft Advisory”
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I’m Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I’ll show you mine “Tool Time” you’ll Love it just like Lyle
And then we’ll do it doggy style so we can both watch “X-Files”
Do it now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin’ horny now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
do it again now
You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin’ horny now[/I]
No offense taken. The quotation was only meant to say that it can mean poetry to some, and PROSE to others. (See definition B in first line) But it’s ALL good! I also liked Jackie’s post. I liked the words and the style; it just seemed more like prose than like a poem…to me. But yeah, so what, lol. That doesn’t give it any less value. I also have a somewhat minimal exposure to a lot great literature; poetry included.
So if it seemed as if I was putting his piece down in any way, I’m sorry about that. Jackie is one of the most intelligent, witty, and creative people I know-at any age. I’ve told him many times, and just to reiterate, Jackie, YOU ROCK! 