A tanka and a longer piece SF poems
Current mood: content
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wasn't able to post these at the Harmony pub while the post was active. I did leave them at the end. They had a cool SF challenge on television SF.
I did leave a couple of older pieces but these are new.
Tanka The writers have passed their work old friends
strangers in strange lands gentle robots isaac's thought childhoods end mr. clarke young fired imaginations terribly missed ...so my youth
This one inspired by The Enterprise tv show mostly. I like the opening of the show from sailing ships to shuttles to the Enterprise.
Through all Time
From earliest days explorers of imagination closely followed by the engineers reality leading to intrepid travelers inspired by the tellers of tales...
So heres to klingons vulcans and tribbles the horny devils to time machines and borg... to tardis and living ships they all live some just more aware than others
To galactic federations to empires among the stars to the man inventing in his garage... and to end this never ending poem
I'll say heaven for me would be to see the tales through the eons to come where all the fiction will come to be
What every woman should have by ????????
Current mood: distressed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Recently I posted a reply or the male version to a poem I have seen several times on the net attributed to Maya Angelou. I got a note asking for a copy and the person said they had all Maya's books and had not seen it. So I went looking for a copy.
It seems not to be her poem and she even disclaims it on her website unless it is elaborate net foolishness.
Unfair to Love - Nick_n_Nora + Easy Rog ;)
Current mood: good
Category: Writing and Poetry
Nick_n_Nora ( her link)honored me by replying to my Unfair to love stanza for stanza. Thank you. Your voice is a thing of beauty. She is one of the most talented people I know.
Unfair to Love
Terrible thirst for you... woman to hold my sick burnt out body please heal me through the long night pain filled desire, never to be
My kiss is moist, my caress is cool, Drifting over your skin, flitting, floating Capturing your pain like fireflies in my hands. Receive the healing grace of your woman's touch. Please, let me stay here, just let me lay here…
Visualize my spirit, hurt prostrate, wounded, bloody in this private screaming hell... burning is my need for you... loving woman
Feel my breath, sweet and warm on your cheek My sigh is your quiet secret lullaby The cacophony of a thousands demons Cannot silence my song, sung into your soul. Please, let me stay here, if only today here…
Would you stay to soothe a restless tortured mind... on and at my side body and soul to bitter ends oh to bury myself in you
You have always known peace in this lush oasis. Side by side, the sweet beginnings of passion From sweetest tiny bud to succulent blossom Lose yourself, find your strength in my garden. Please, let me stay here, to give what I may here.
In your body, beauty, your scent to once more feel heated passion once more, strong, a whole man, complete wrapped in sweet feminine embrace
Revel in my soft arms. Feel your strength returning. Let my warmth radiate to chase the chill from your spirit. Take me, slay this woman, bury your sword to the hilt. Blissful blessed torture. Bring on and on the little death. Please let me stay here, let love show the way here
To cherish you and you alone ... dreaded offer of gentle mate and ne'er to be sought or asked for to accept, be cruelest sin
I am neither selfless nurse nor pious saint Nor even the lovely Dulcinea, I am just a daughter of the Magdalene But you love me as I am, as I always will be. Please let me stay here, til night turns to day here
Unfair life... women such as you deserve more than a broken man a partner to hold, care for you able, loving, vibrant, alive
Unfair life for a man such as you. Unwavering spirit imprisoned by failing flesh. Let me hold you, love you, set you free. Become as you were, if only for tonight. Please let me stay here, my fears are at bay here.
Mean selfishness beyond the pale acceptance shredding the dregs of already tattered honor better to end with grace, unbowed
Lord, hear me pray here, please let him stay here…
What Every Man Should Have The male version of a poem by ??????????
Current mood: determined
Category: Writing and Poetry
Might be by Pamela Redmond Satran and not Maya I posted a bulletin and doing a post.
I read Maya Angelou's great poem on what "every woman should have" over at sensual sinner's blog yesterday and decided a male version might be in order.
What every man should have
A dark suit for weddings, funerals and interviews Money enough to care for himself enough to care for a family when the divorce comes through enough to do both A Car that he's not ashamed to drive Two female friends one to tell the truth and that won't take him to bed one to take to him bed and never tell him the truth to know the difference between them and value both
Integrity a word that's good to stick to his idea of right when the real questions arise and they do
Meticulous in his person a bottle of a good cologne know how to cook and how to clean for himself
A few buddies to watch the game that will cover his back and he theirs
Strength to protect what's his if it comes right down to it to use it only for the good
Courage to bring his strength to walk through his fears when it must be like that
To be as generous as he can
To be self defined from the inside by his dreams and not his job or women
A sense of humor
To have loved with all his heart and soul at least once and then been hurt
Then he knows he's not all that and what it feels like A little knowledge oh just few little things like how sex works
To know not to settle for good enough in things of importance
The Poetry Contest Inspired by Miss Cherie’s Contest
Current mood: chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry
artist unknown I'd love to know and credit one of my favorite images
Miss Cherie's Poetry Contest
Eighty poets take the very public dare bringing for our scrutiny their artful ware inspired from deep places souls to bravely bare for acclamation though some will say don't care
Someone wins, many lose this poetic test each realize new skills from the good contest to be a part to take the daring bright quest is real the important thing and not a jest
How then to make choices narrowing the field form and meter or try to measure heart's yield the votes counted and from them there is no shield read, honor them, writing a way to be healed
Readers, poets better for seeing the best poets work and craft these poems, a life crest each poem with pride to be a part of the fest now it's time for all to take well deserved rest
Remembering Carmen updated from last night link and her progress
Current mood: okay
Category: Writing and Poetry
I ran across these on Ray's profile and remembered having the book part up for awhile. I just thought it would be right to remember.
For those of you wondering~ Carmen is now living at home with her family and has undergone extensive skin graphing over her entire body. She is scheduled this month for a cornea transplant which we hope to restore the vision in one of her eyes...
The family is very private as to her recovery, but this is what I know to share. I asked them if they wanted me to do another benefit for her this year, and they declined as I think they wish for a quiet recovery right now...
Coming of age 70’s style
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm going to add some music later. Wrote it for Harmony Pub's 70's post off the cuff. Edited since then.
Coming of age
In 71 a joint a day was the way in 72 graduate school without a clue the draft ended and booze legal for an eighteen year old boy
Journeys of discovery the fire of youth
Dave Cowans drove a cab Havlicek stole the ball Luis Tiant and Carlton Fisk made high drama from baseball
Can you tell Cambridge Massachusetts The people's republic of Capital of east coast hippies Timothy Leary, Harvard man
Music on the common always free learning of love at the pond learning of life at the job mom, pop and sis still in this world
Life was way better than i knew space opera came to the movies and a tragedy in Asia ended on my three station tv screen
The country had a celebration at 200 gas like now went through the roof Got to get those Japanese compacts crying shame putting away muscle cars
Society turbulent, reaction to the sixties Tricky Dickie, not a crook, was President Don't blame me I'm from Massachusetts the wine and the girls were so damn sweet
4)Goal: get some cash together and leave town. For anywhere. Not kidding.
I titled this one the light at the end of the tunnel.
5) Goal: get in shape
6) Fact: Sure is a sneaky way to get a photo blog in lol
7) Aspiration: Get Healthy. The current state of the medical science is no help. Wrong genome of hep c for the current treatment to work. Continue to hope and there are a few experimental that look useful. I have looked into trials but they are closed or for some other reason like distance or already having tried the other treatments I'm not eligible. Mostly they are full before I hear of them.
8) Aspiration: I want to, assuming I get healthy and have something to offer, even just myself in decent shape, to fall head over heels in love one more time in my life. I'll see if I've learned anything about doing it right.
9) Goal: Its time for a new look on this blog or maybe bring back an old one. I love the fireworks pic but time for a change.Poems coming What love's about and some heat maybe a heated collab.
10) Goal: To dance as gracefully as I can each day though things are kind of tough.
11) Bonus lol I love to dance and it has been way too long. Not very good at it but a great deal of fun.
The ways, the loves, the sins did kids take so much care that our bond stretches, thins snaps, no care of repair
An addiction takes over darkly insanity certain each day love to hate, unnaturally forgetting the joys of loves play
Going on to greener pastures times were hard bringing black distress better to leave the damned sutures reminders of hurts and regrets
Why does love blur then take its leave take a hike just to be wicked winding up grey, to sadly grieve was it real, taken as granted
Out grown, no longer sweet soul mate life too tough and love too fragile career too much, such our love's fate indifferent to lives we kill
Can it be that i failed to feed wondrous connection called loving ignored, starved it, taking no heed 'til left mute, lone, bereft, yearning
Has it been my way, is that the conclusion not capable of sustaining relationship is my expectation only illusion a kindred lover never on the same trip
am-god: without any guidance? not given the rules?
you scratch at the surface, like congregate fools!
isn't gift of your reason the greatest of tools?...
and balanced with instinct, a wondrous jewel?
dna-h: such visceral leanings, with limited sight
this weakness of form only senses the light
believing in freedom, from birth is our right
but minds can be easily led in their fright
am-god: which is the greater or lesser of throes?
untillable earth or the fear of what grows?
do you have the answers?...does your heart know?
with guilded cage freedom, just what did you sow?
dna-h: our freedom has only been barely maintained
when our governing force was watched and restrained
now the watchdogs are silent, there's few that remain
and our spirits are shackled by our own need for gain
am-god: isn't this bed, the one you've been making?
and what you have now, the claim you've been staking?
are you losing your voice for security's taking?
is the easy way worth all the lives you're forsaking?
dna-h: we're a simple folk but live in oppression
we want peace and joy, not other's suppression
conglomerate will, led the fall to repression
and now in it's footprint we're facing regression
i deeply appreciate the time that you've spared
but i've noticed more questions than answers, you've shared
i'd be very grateful if you'd point out the snares
which way we should turn and who really cares
am-god: distracted by self, you've now lost direction?
you know i'll give naught but your own slight reflection
so what of the past, have you learned any lessons?
what of the choices? defense or aggression?
at what point does one turn into the other?
and when does one turn deserve yet another?
do your minds understand the hearts of your brothers?...
or your souls give credence to the cries of your mothers?
dna-h: i fear we've learned nothing, we hide our heads still
while we serve as the fodder, the earth grows more ill
our bodies serve others, their whim and their will
no sharing of voice, just the passing of swill
our eyes have been scaled by those that have led us
we follow the shepherds who've clothed and have fed us
we take what they feed us, in them do we trust
the cries of our mothers blown away in the dust.
am-god: i'll not give the answers, you must pay your dues
in each heart and soul, i've laid out the clues
when love is devalued, this leads to abuse
you relinquish your power for what greater use?
you spend much time seeking that broad, easy road
unwilling to carry your own heavy load
you're looking for help in a magical code
and stay so entrenched in this "come save me" mode
you've been very forthright, yet with truth, still you strive
give up your excuses, you know how to thrive
i've given you all that you need to survive
it's now up to you..wake up!...you're alive!
This was my comment
I looked at this as mostly political but it applies to every area of life. A spiritually brave approach. Most excellently written too but I expect no less lol. Guilty at times and trying to be strong.
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