Poetry....Prose...Calico Jive! Here

Here is the thread....for those who fancy wordplay, poetry, prose...short stories...limmericks...whatever.

If you like to write and want us to read it and give our thoughts...plunk it here.

I love my odd poetry and have posted it on other boards to usually good response from those who actually read the threads.

SO.....

I'll start....

Here are some newer splinters....may end up in the book I've been compiling for a few years...that will be printed either after I've died or I win the lottery...


"Valentine"

The sky is pregnant
Full of stars like fish
Wet and gasping
Fat with cancer
And Christian thought
Night calls collect
A murder of crows
In the palm of each hand
I can't wait to see you
I can't wait to see you again
I can't wait to find out who you are.

"M"
Your Love
A smear across my face
A kiss
sticky as citrus
Tangled like vines
or political tongues
A seeking touch
in darkness
soft as spider steps
Sharp as glass
I love you
in so many ways.


"187"
Shadows
Stuff my cheeks
A Smile
Only a lover could Mother
Stainless
Lethal
A renegade Saviour
point the finger
Sharpen the sticks
Stab me in the back
Kiss the wound
that is weeping there
hold me up,
A scarecrow.



"Perish"

Our Cartoon
Defiles everything
With thick lines
And fevered f***ing
Heaven never craves the beautiful
Our risque kindred
Quite Versatile
Black laughter is a Voodoo
Summer Moon shackles
There is nothing so Atheist
As love or truth

"Stir"

You, the sweetness
Shifting eyelids
many markings
mouth like margarine
Saving grace
in soaking shoes
Lips full and wet
The colour of rotten meat
Tangibility
Turn out the light
Shed Our Clothing
Shed Our Morals
Shed Our Skins
melt


"Feltch"

Tall Words Suffocate
Under tongue like little creatures
You drag your feet
while they drag the river
There is no such thing as
too thin
or too kind
Or slight heart attacks
All's well as we swell
Just another dead horse In need of beating
This sickness must be earned
This sickness must be earned
The language of the moon is floods
A hazy destiny in capital letters
I's dotted with girly little hearts
Queer as free speech
The puppets are all on fire
Smiling as they burn
Smiling as we burn

"T-Waits"

With eyes pinned down
Backbone twisted
Prayers in your cupped hands
like a dead baby bird
Tears running nowhere
A holiday for none
I touch your hair
Cold and wet
I hold your chin
Cold and wet
I clutch you to me
Cold and wet
Now you dig a heart shaped grave
For everyone and someone
Most probably for me...

Roses are red, violets blue
I am schizophrenic
and so am I too!



your work is cool, Shiney!

Thanks, Kmorg...

Sadly I knew this thread was destined for the morgue.....

I like Poetry, I write some to. I will post some up sometime. I like the one called "M" of yours

Thanks...I wrote that for my wife....when we were dating.

Didn't one of the newbies say he was writing poetry too? Lure him in here then!

kmorg wrote:

Didn't one of the newbies say he was writing poetry too? Lure him in here then!

Haha. That was me, I guess. Here's a new one:

INDECISION

Slowly mountains crept, and
Came upon a man
They said: “Run away, friend.”
Still, he stood, and
Thought, and
Was trampled

Nice!!!!

I actually have a poem that was published. I'll have to put it up when I get a bit more time. It's called Camelot In Smithereens, but no, it is not a rip-off of Deliverance! LOL!




Arttie

some more...to keep this thread rom dying:

"The Aquaintance"

A looking glass smile
sarcophogus manners
We go not lightly into this
trespassing
tarantula like
we are spiritual nowhere
I love you like cat's paw
I love you like schizoid
I love you like graveyards
Come
repellent and kinky
kiss me like vermin
kiss me like snakeskin
kiss me like rapture
touch me where it's dark inside
where angels cower
beneath sooty halos
where tiny red bubbles nest
at the corner of my mouth
you may break them with your tiny tongue
and wetly whisper
the name of another...


"The Blush"

In this place
Silence grows fists
darkness smiles
the pulpit burns
like reason
this place of thin skin
of shining bruises
of special scars and sympathetic scabs
a museum
of wounds and wishes
captured on flypaper
in this place
a kiss can be a smiling wrist
or a bottle of pills
or exile to another place
as bad as this

I used to write poetry, but haven't really done any in years.

I first started in Elementary school, and one of my poems was selected to be added in a play that the local acting company/house did. Earned high marks on my work in high school English as well, when covering prose, etc.

Haven't written any since then. I think my ex-wife pounded the desire out of me.

Oh goody! Another poet! Sorry, I myself am a poet.

Stepping on the Needles

Falling,
forever,
leaving,
good-bye.
Hateful,
Arrogant,
Evil,
Despise.
Never,
realize,
the truth,
is a lie.



Sorry it's centered. Well it looked centered before I posted it... lol

I write som epoetry, many short stories.. I may post some on here if I can think about it once I find them again.

I still have a ton of stuff I wrote when I was a teen. But
looking back at it, it is all from a VERY
16-year-old-punk-living-on-the-streets perspective. Inappropriate
for any forum.

Here's a few more:

INDEED

Just yesterday—a sad day, indeed!—I was in love
And was sent a message from afar
Within: words from a small devil
She was curt, and quick
I thought, a mistake this must be!
I am in love!
And the devil smiled from without
Aware of the pain

MY DISEASE

I felt him on your hands
Tasted him on your lips
Lover, dear Lover
Was he smart enough
To know where you’d been?
Oh, he may have been inside you
But you were inside me
You are my disease
The sickening grows
Slowly, surely
You spread

6/15/04

I met a man
Through letters sent
And was then reacquainted with a girl
I did not ask for those words
She was compelled—
Though she did not believe

STORIES

Oh, the great betrayer
She comes
Slowly, thinking
What stories to tell?
What stories to tell?

These will all be included in this:



Due out soon.

Eyesore....are your pressing the book yourself? I'd love to ehar how you are going about it if you are..as I hae always threatene to do just that but never have...I have volumes of stuff....

Let me know when yourbook is out and I'll get a copy....and it had beter be signed!!

Yeah, self-publishing. This will be my fourth. I'll let you know it's all set, and tell you how you can do it, too.