inspired by http://mingle2.com/topic/show/161791

Poetry Today

This Poem
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so here we are
p-p-p-p-poised
ready-to-write

mind charged and fully alert
antennae buzzing with pheromone
laptop warm in all the right places
voluptuous ideas in my bed
interior music rising and descending
in harmonies
no evasion
direct touching
metaphorically speaking

how ignorant we are
within the silence of each other
knowing and not knowing one another
slipping past each other
the briefest kiss of eye contact
fire
is she wondering about me?...she is

And so
today, there is poetry today
a tickle that's really real
a stirring in the force of one another
of
instinctual primitive driving
pulsing
warming
thrilling
human
excitement

Oh my! Well, look at you (((Harold)))
Wonderful!!

When Sounds Leave

When you hear them pack their bags
Their large feet shrinking away through the door
Their hands on the gate

There are
the spaces they leave

Just there
the poem places a last glance back at the window imprinted with ghost thuds of birds
Tiny carcasses already dropped to the purring mouths of quiet cats with long transparent whiskers to move soundlessly through the night
green eyed

Here the sounds wobble as another marches by loudly
measuring a distance with the certainty of numbers noted down
Where their edges are lost in the overlapping

A sharp urgency flounders
behind a dull puckered
These are not sounds
these are words
interrupted by the sharp announcement of the doorbell rising to be heard past the furniture as if unexpected
Hands clench
small pawed in cotton skirted courtesy
Follow the words trailing
As a shrill wind fills the silence left wide open behind them
Heavy lidded you return to the page which shivered blankly beneath a note written then placed in a pocket
A moment stained with the mottled impossibility
of containing an ending in the telling
remains

Apostrophe

Because you see me.
Because you make me laugh.
Because you believe in integrity.
Because you're honest with me.
Because you say all the best things.
Because you tell me I'm beautiful.
Because you listen to me rant.
Because you're so gobsmackingly smart.
Because you teach me stuff all the time.
Because you're generous.
Because you believe there aren't enough love letters in the world.
Because you're interested. And interesting.
Because I want to touch your face.
Because you think about when stuff is important to me. Even when it's not really.
Because you're kind.
Because you're sexy.
Because you make me feel sexy.
Because you pay attention.
Because you write like a writer and see the world with an artist's eye.
Because you care about apostrophes.
Because you make me feel better than I am.
Because I believe you.
Because I believe in you.
Because you're interested in so many things.
Because you remember stuff. And remind me.
Because you don't judge me. Or measure me. Or try to change me.
Mostly because you're you.

myanimalcracker ~ simply amazing, i feel honored to read your words always.

Future Tense

I let my eyes
picture you emerging, before me
offering up that treasured gift, your smile
twisting your lips with held humor
into something profoundly lovely
and quite breathtaking to behold.
Ashamed of fantasizing again
I turn and douse the light.

I lie there and contemplate the ceiling
and picture my life in years
will I be but a silent eye
forever withholding sorrow
with hope that I am not wrong
to believe in something, quite insane
as loving you one day?

All your writes are just beautiful. I love reading them.

May I copy this one?

You may
Thank you for asking

Thank you for letting me copy this, it puts into words what I feel, but I can't put my feelings into words if that makes any since. All of you have done that for me so many times. Again thank you very much.

I actually have that problem quite a bit, so I understand. You are very welcome

The Lighter Side of Funny

The lighter side is funny
like typing the words funny bunny
the secret face of silly
just like a silly billy
running about with whispers
of how this girl is crazy

the dreamy side of daring
like writing about kiss and caring
the underside of wistful
when she isn’t quite so serious
and profoundly stuck up to her knees
in self created mud.

the wicked side of giggles
of fluffy tossing pillows
of whacking heads with vigor
the pattern of a smile
catching one eager eye
with something resembling focus

the glimmering of a chuckle
saying uncle at long last
and letting one hand beckon
and flutter like a month
while you contemplate
the spelling gone awry

or did I?

Assassin

This inner-turmoil,
I must remember,
is just that:
inner
turmoil.
Chaos created
from within
the confines of my own mind.
Disturbances
that only I
can see, hear, taste, or feel.
And yet it couldn’t be more real.
It is the power
and the pit-fall
of every human soul.
The need to know
if
and when
and why
and how.
And the need to know it
now.
Without regard
for repercussions
or remorse
for pride gone wrong.
And once we find the answer,
we claim we
knew it all along.

the fulcrum

give me a rock
and give me a hard place
and i will show you
the lever

...and i mean to pry

Love Of Gold

the weary propectress
pans with practiced hands
a slurry of mud
and pebbles and sloshing sand

this wide and dented steelpan
corroded on one edge
spills over as she has
done ten thousand times

but this time
there is a glint
of misshapen dull color
just a little
more orange than yellow

in the bottom of the wet gray steel plate
at the deepest point

Wonderful contribution to the barrel, (((Harold)))

inspired by "Legend" http://mingle2.com/topic/show/163952

the demon

i remember
a storm whose tentacled arms
stretched forth like the demon 20,000 leagues
under the sea
a rotation that swept the heavens
in hellish suction
scouring all life
where bits and pieces of homes dance
eerily with broken cars and broken glass
in nature's supreme blender
swells contract and expand in the vortex
almost subaudible thumping
gargantuan timpani
nearing the climax
a grand chord sustained for hours
sudden stunned silence
and rain crying everywhere
in appreciative sincere applause
rapture in fact