Poet - Hello Poetry

Jan 2011

decompoetry

Chicago

I used to fantasize
about moving into
a small studio
apartment
in the city,
working odd jobs
to pay the rent
and support my
imaginary
alcoholism,
while writing
my fiction
and watching
the strangers
be strange.

I still do
sometimes.

Nov 2010

Evaldas Eseth

Below

From peaceful silence,
I'm watching you,
Your scattered black hair,
Your childish white eyes

Noticed my gaze,
You get filled by silly thoughts,
To start a havoc,
To ***** this phase

I'd rather you sit still
And guess how I feel,
Although doomed to miscalculate,
Not just mate,
But to be real

Don't separate your lips,
In attempt to make a sound,
I try my best,
For my thoughts to be loud

Keep your treasures,
Make them secrets,
Until you are assured,
That you'd like me as your guest

Stay silent,
Don't just "maybe",
Save yourself for me,
And be a lady

Created 24 November 2010

Nov 2010

Paula Swanson

Poetic Art

The breath of life, in a poem,
                     comes with the first stroke of your pen.

Your heart and soul poured into it,
                     ink, the blood that flows within.

Imagery, becomes sinuous,
                     entwined with rhythm flowing.

Singing amongst your memories,
                     your emotions, overflowing.

Taking form, molded by your hand,
                     into an image on the page.

With depth of vision, to be shared,
                     spotlighted on the stage.

To be spoken and proudly shown,
                     or kept for your own collection.

Individual, unique art,
                     ones own personal reflection.

Oct 2010

Bathsheba

Duality

She’s not the sort that bares her soul

With tales of pain
With tales of woe

She contains the pain
She keeps it tight
It haunts her
Each and every night

She walks the walk
She talks the talk

She sometimes even has those thoughts

But …

What about me?

I’m
Trapped inside a prism
That floats inside her brain
Cuckolded as a passenger

Why can't I drive this train?

Is it fear that holds me back?
Will fear dictate
She stays on track

I think

And think …

And think …

And think …

I sit here in the darkness
Watching through her eyes
Yearning for the moment
To be released from this disguise

You think that you all know her
Enchanted by her scent
Anyone would think
From the heavens she was sent

But ..

What about me?

No-one hears my voice
Because I’m weak and timid
I therefore
Have No Choice

Can’t you hear me screaming?
Boxed inside this cage
Suppression’s a necessity
When you can’t release the rage

I know she is my keeper
I know she keeps us safe from harm
I know she saved us being
Deported
to
The Funny Farm

But…

That was so very long ago
I now need
To smell the air
I need to taste the tulips
I need the wind to blow my hair
I need to drink fresh coffee
Eat doughnuts on the Pier
Indulge in Marmite sandwiches
Eradicate this fear

Please …

There, there little sweetie
Come rest your sleepy head
You’ve gotten overtired
I’ll tuck you up in bed

Your time will come, my sweet
But really not quite now
For you
would need to comprehend
The who, why, what & how

We made a pact
Remember …
In the summer of ‘79
That I will now protect you
From that wicked evil swine

There, there little sweetie
Let me wipe away those tears
I want to see you happy

I can internalize your fears

Little sweetie
Let me see the joy upon your face
Can you feel the love
I give
In this oh so warm embrace

Don’t worry little sweetie
I understand your pain
That is why
It is me
That will always drive this train

I will never ever desert you
I will always keep you safe from harm
This is why
It is
YOU
That always keeps her charms

You’re right
I’m kind of sleepy
You’re right
I need to rest my head
You’re right
I’m over tired

Please tuck me up in bed …

Oct 2010

D Conors

Geisha-1 Senryu

Geisha is forever,
a gift for all to see--
not for all to have.
__
Geisha:
http://beautyineverything.com/4396763860
_
This is my first attempt at composing a senryu.

d.
20 oct. 10

Oct 2010

D Conors

this is where i sit

this is where i sit like stone,
knowing soon it shall be over,
all balled up and all alone,
wreathed in sickly crimson clover;
in a corner cold and stark,
where the pressure chokes my chest,
my mind's eye fizzles into dark,
i cannot eat nor find sweet rest.

i no longer see the pathways,
where i have strolled past fields of pain,
cloaked in shadowed sunless days,
walking weary in the chilling rains;
of torrid teardrops that always fail to fall,
stuck inside behind my bloodshot eyes,
between sight and dreams i scarce recall,
haunted by the sounds of ghostly cries.

i no longer feel the passions,
i had once did cling,
for there no longer comes a need to rise,
or open my mouth to sing.
__

I sit:
http://beautyineverything.com/175543419

d.
17 oct. 10

Oct 2010

D Conors

you took me by surprise

today you took me by surprise,
bright smile, dancing eyes,
loosened the noose on yet another lonely day,
wherein the depths of these shadows I do lay,
again, you came a-light,
golden skin, heart a-flight,
taking the time to share some of your life with me,
the very essence of your softly sweet vitality,
beauty, you breathe the skies,
today you took me by surprise

D. Conors
September 2010

Oct 2010

Meggie Gultiano

The Last Embrace

You walked as fast as you could
Bringing with you some food to partake
Life is difficult, you have to make do
With the provisions the nuns have provided
For you and your husband to keep afloat each day

Keeping him company
Dependent, relying upon him
Feeling alone, lonely and neglected
Never the love and affection you expected
For many years your hidden heart embedded

He comfortably provided you
With a home you call your own
Tried working night and day
His illness had to wait, he must save
For rainy days, the future has to stay

In the dimly lit room he slept in peace
Never waking to see the dawn
Holding his hands, so frail and cold
You were alone — again, lonely and neglected

You breathe as deeply as you can
You have the last embrace …

A true story of a couple close to my heart. I was a witness to their last embrace

Oct 2010

D Conors

Your Wings of Wonder (for Kate)

Satin-textured shamrock flower,
whose eyes chrome the seas
of the faded cushioned theatre seats,
with their sparkling, piercing power--
You,
saunter sprightly up and down,
lyrical laughter over-bounds,
in quick-timing
to the taste
of your Irish school-girl ways.

We take time enough to see,
those livid, lush-red cheeks,
(ripe, rose-blushed every time
as you savour sweet the wine)
that sanctifies
your softly senses,
sans pretenses,
whereon your wings of
wonder float and fly.

Scented, tactile spirit-showers,
all the joy we need,
as the stage-light's haunting beam,
Sheers the magic of this hour--
You,
lightly lift us off the ground,
set us oh, so softly down
upon those rhyming wisps of air
that caress your auburn hair.

Now, I, a poor poet,
upon this paper
play
pleasing poetics of your praise,
whilst the ink upon these lines,
dries far faster than the tears
falling
from my wistful, yearning eyes
in exaltation of
your Wings of Wonder Ways.

D. Conors
c. October 1992

Oct 2010

Gemma

The Freedom ****

In a musty barrel used for wine
When wine was not impossible to find
Before the turn in the stories of time
Before water lost out to land mines.

In an empty corner of a crowded lane
Where strangers sought the sound of rain
Vagabonds wander through the leaves
of winter trees that used to be.

Through the jagged glass of happy dreams
Two tiny eyes saw what had once been
wildflowers of spring and wind chimes
ghosts haunting killing fields.

Oct 2010

bluejam

a void

hello poetry
are you active?
no one reads my poems
so i feel sad

hello poets
are you here?
you don't read my poems
so i feel alone

hello, hello
are you listening?
please read my poems
be kind to a poet

Oct 2010

Joseph Childress

Window Shopper

Her silhouette
Was etched too perfect
Shun
Anyone
Who denies her greatness
As gracious
And gentle as a
First crush
Her long legs
Slowly slid
In thigh high stockings
Toes touched air
Her hair gently sways
As she lays
Back arched

Art

In the way
She poses
As a model or prototype
Of what models
Try to possess
Photogenically perfect
Picture beauty
As an actual being
She can't be human
I feel
As if
I discovered something new
Fresh
Impressed
Just to witness
You are the shooting star
No one
Will believe I saw
You make a gold mine
Seem worthless
You're priceless
But I'll treasure you
Describe you in words?
Ha!
Webster couldn't do
That
Impossible seems possible
You explained love
Without showing your face
Even diamonds
Can't shine
With its multiple faces
To make it
Luster like you
I'll just watch...
I mean
****
I'm only a man
Amongst millions
Who would ****
To spend time with you
They would rather spend the night
I'd rather spend
My life

Sep 2010

The Silver Albatross

Jihad

Empty, drowning
all alone.
It waits to forget,
if just at home.

Not leaving,
not going, not staying away.
Just letting my demon play.

It rips at me, I **** and fall
down to the sheets again.
Becomes my prison mentally, in this mattress
you once have been.

This bed belongs to you, my love,
this bed belongs to you.

A kick to the head, as good
as dead.
Or just enough to breathe.
My wait is room enough to see the pain you inflicted me.
My weight is why it hurts to breathe, a solution so deceived.

This bed belongs to you, my love,
this bed belongs to you.

Those demons, I know,
I guess they know me, like you once claimed so proud.
The trivial things like tastes and clothes have made me hate the day.
This dreaded thing between my legs is not me anyway.

And like the Moon, I followed you, my Sun: essential me.
Honest to the very marrow, hopefully you'll be,
like my ear, and brain alike, a foolish, selfish deed.
I once lied next to you, my Sun
I once so followed you.

This bed belongs to you, my love,
this bed belongs to you.