Friday Night Poetry Thread

[SOteric]

You Touch Me

I like to look at you
asleep on your side, face
cradled by down soft pillow.
I like to read
you like a poem, slowly
attending to the detailed
lines about the eyes
slipping under lids, lips
pursed as if about to kiss.

In this, your nightly cruise,
you take leave
from port of day's
forgotten words meeting
off course to sail along
the sea of dark
through strings of island stars,
at the masthead bearing on
toward sun about to be
uncovered.

I like to see you stir
when into the small
cupped petal of your ear,
my whisper drifts:
touch me, touch me.
I like to watch you rise
as if some foreign tongue
you once spoke came
suddenly back to you, watch
you fix a course across
the sheeted light onto
the continent of my body.

[ScreamingMeemie]

1. SOteric...you are awesome.

:)

[Zomby Woof]

2. The Yak Snack

The yak snack
Was a straw stack
From a big pack
On his furry back
So he walked slack
Hooves went "clack-clack!"
Made his lips smack
And his tummy crack
Waiting for his yummy snack!


ZW

[ACK]

3. The hands

I remember the hands
most of all
the gnarled tools
with lines running
through them like
the life lines
of a tree each mark
a passing of years
and memories
strong things held
clenched with fire
of a life clutched
tight and hard
like the knuckles
of that hand covered
in casual calluses
of well-earned labor
and I remember holding
them with all the futility
of my wasted youth and
thinking that I would
be lucky to hold my
son with hands like that.

[SOteric]

5. That's really beautiful, Ack

Nicely done.

[EV1Ltimm]

4. this one is going to be in my autobiography

it's about the months following my graduation from high school and abruptly moving to tijerras new mexico.

<ahem>

living in an RV
is not so bad
i don't have to hear my stepmom
doing my dad

thank you

[ornotna]

6. Very nice SOteric, thanks for sharing

I'm not a poet myself but I would like to share one that my son wrote a couple of years ago for school.

I am a Dreamer


I am a dreamer
I wonder about my life and my family
I hear my friends talking
I see the world being hurt in many ways
I want all the pain and anger to stop
I pretend that every thing is perfect
I believe the world is a better place but its not
I touch the hand of a person in pain and I feel his pain
I feel bad for all the stuff that is going wrong
I worry about my brother and sisters in school hoping another person doesn’t come in with a gun or a bomb
I cry when a child is hurt or killed
I am only one person
I understand all the pain and suffering in the world

[SOteric]

7. What an amazing young man he must be.

:-)

[ornotna]

9. Yeah, he's a good kid

I'm really proud of him. :)

[Cheswick2.0]

8. mine

I do not know, I tell you
this doesn't mean you are not lovable
perhaps someday, but probably not

I watch you shrink, cry, turn inward
I see your pain
every nerve exposed and thobbing
as if your skin came off
when he walked out

don't count on it
let it go
screw him, he doesn't deserve you
you are fine just the way you are

I tell you I will stay
while you sleep
tears from your dream
you toss and whisper
your hands reaching out searcing
for him

My beautiful redheaded son
your father is a fool

[ScreamingMeemie]

14. Wow Cheswick, Good work. I love the punch of that last line...

It sticks with a person. :hug:

[Zomby Woof]

10. Whispering At Dusk

"Whispering At Dusk"

or

"The Sad Potato"

A poem in 2 1/2 parts.

Bored on the unmade bed
Eyelids open just enough
To read pictures on the ceiling
A world of canvas cobwebbed spackle
Like you would with childhood clouds
Choo-choo trains puffing smoke
But the gecko ruined the effect
Michaelangelo never put up
With this shit

Damn chill overcomes me
So I get the leftover
Chinese buffet buckets
Out of the evening fridge
Using leftover chopsticks
From the drawer with
The can of ceiling spackle
Contentedly I calmly cackle

The rice looks just like
Those puffy choo-choo clouds
But without the gecko conductor
Darting away from the sunset
Casting shadows on the cobweb shrouds.

ZW

[ScreamingMeemie]

11. I am going to try this for the first time...

I clung to you
tight, then tighter yet,
as if by willing my skin...
my being to hold you there.

Elation at the sight of your form,
perfect,fluid movement
Everything at peace as you floated there
in my life,my being, my head, my heart.

You had joyously taken over
And I was glad.

A heated storm
a lost chance
gone forever
I reached out only to
grab the edges of sanity
and
not
You.

You had left.

The lights, the pain
The buzzing that won't go away.

Faces making me angry..
where had you gone?
You should have been mine.

Yet still, you cling, in the
painful dark moments of my
self loathing.


*** I wrote this, still high on anesthesia...after the late term loss of our first attempt at pregnancy.

[Zomby Woof]

12. Oh, Laura

Thank you for sharing. I am glad you had the courage to post that, and that you learned the gift of poetry's cathartic function to help you through that.

My heart is heavy after that. I cannot fathom... :hug:

[SOteric]

13. Very well done, Mrs. G

Very well done. :hug:

[populistmom]

15. Brutal Birth

Torn from my womb
No gentle waves
Of my body
Ripped and broken
I felt torn
I never dreamed
How hard it would be
Please God, not again

Scalpels slicing
I want to die
Clamps on my bladder
Blood everywhere
I see his little face
It was going to be different
It was going to be gentle
You were my water baby

All I want is to hold you
All I want is to love you
You are taken from me
So long I sat alone
Alone and in pain with empty arms
Never will you be taken again
My sweet beautiful baby
I will love you forever