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Your Poetry Page
This is your poetry page,
posted for one month and then archived on this page. I am looking for
heartfelt romantic poetry, underground Beat Poetry, or anything that
moves me. Uncensored to a degree but no overtly racist, sexist, misogynist,
homophobic or Anti-Semitic or otherwise hateful poems please. I want
this to be a spiritually uplifting selection of poetry. Have fun and
send in only your best, up to 6 poems at a time, by e-mail attachment,
on disc or typed on paper to Ralph Haselmann Jr., Lucid Moon Poetry
Magazine editor, 67 Norma Road, Hampton, New Jersey 08827. Include
name, full address and phone number, e-mail address under each poem
for my files. Only name and city/state/country will be printed under
poem though. |
New Year's Eve Joan Payne Kincaid New York, NY after a blizzard we skid to a film and bar- ending old year Bill's Harbor View Inn 'round the warm fire place~ I am not there at midnight a year of experience in bubbly glass three hundred sixty five days and nights come to a cold end Strange Fruit Carl Alessi St. Clair, PA Here, walls of pink clay Encircle the plaza of sex cubicles. Here, everyone's scars are hidden behind Custom made masks. Here, the perfume of the black fruit Rises with the morning sun. Here, fascist iron platform are jumbled Together at the water's edge. Here, you may wear your uniform of rags In public. Here, you may squat down on the street And be anesthetized by a government nurse. Meat traders dressed like Apache warriors Roar back & forth across the sand On souped up motorcycles. No one pays any attention. As the day grows longer, The scent of the black fruit Becomes more powerful. Sunspot Susan J. Barbour Champaign, IL You have a sunspot on your heart. It burns so hot it blazes black. A gold sheen shrouds the darkness deep, And so becomes a looking glass. I see in you what seeps in me But sinks too deep to touch; I will ache here without access To your feelings, begging touch From what I know won't yield it. That way I will never burn My numb fingers in what lurks there-- In the deepest core of me. I will walk along divided, Safe from integrity. A Silent Fall Susan J. Barbour Champaign, IL August was contented to its color. Tenacious trees stood proudly and upright. The smoldering of summer's heat surrounded us, But passion stilled itself in humid air. September feared abandon in the fall. Then lofty branches bowed beneath the breeze, And smiles rippled softly through the leaves. Our touches were a brush of glowing hues. October was a lovely scenic drive. Then unsaid words fell silent to the ground. A biting frost left touching fingers burned, And like September fell, October turned. Rebirth Gerald Zipper New York, NY In a past era The world was holiday eggshell Stars sang in the heavens Snow flakes danced gleeful medleys The universe boasted its endless diversity of couplings A plentitude of savory thighs We raced through the downpour of yours Reaching mystery lands Relishing their elegant delights Luxuriating in the music of the woods The white-haired diva flashed her enigmatic smile Gripped her roulette Made a good-measure spin Promising the wonder of rebirth The hope of neverending But stillness descended Night shadows claimed their victory Disposing the final star in its canopied heaven The ultimate medley The last silence.
Her
David Farris Annandale, NY Look at her. She radiates with such natural beauty. Nothing can compare to her innocent nature and infinite desires. Everything she does is done with passion and fire; Yet she always seems to remain romantically elegant. She has a glowing smile that lights and warms a room. While her image burns in your mind and heart. Her soft touch and gentle caress leave you with a new way to love and enjoy life. With a smile on face and a song in your heart, you look back on times you shared, Knowing that those days which you spent with her may never return and You could be with her if things would be different. You long for the touch of her lips just one last time; to breathe in that Essence that carries you away. You want this love to last forever, But your heart refuses to sing, letting her know how you truly feel For fear of being broken yet again. As you say goodnight, and she leaves you, you can only utter the three Words that matter, "I love you." Hoping and praying, you wait for her to rush back into your arms for one Final embrace. She turns and waves a final farewell as the air around you seems to whisper, "I love you too." She will be forever in my heart. I will always love… Her. For The Wonder Louie Crew East Orange, NJ We praise you, Goddess, For your love and kindness to us, And for the wonder of your creation. Succulent one, enjoy your happy designs. Caress us with everlasting warmth. Quicken vagina and breasts, penis and nipples. Excite our navels. Sanctify us. Sanctify us. Rejoice as we lick, as we lick. Our patient and tender fondlings ascend, Balls and vulva, Bread of Heaven. Evangelize us, lest watchers come. Or fear invades our blankets. Incarnate, incarnate, Here where all secrets are respected. Holy Spirit, warm us in the places Where all juices are conceived. Exalt our saliva, ablute our tongues. Baptize us. Goddess, attend As we rub earlobes, As we buff pubes, As we lick fingers. Empower us wetly, Scent us with holy spices Ancient as hot tents or alpine caves. Fill our foreskin with liquor, Our holy labia with cheese. Hear us breathe. Watch our fingers Our simple skin affirm. With a bright nimbus, Hallow our small hairs And ripen enigmatic freckles. Consecrate armpits, anoint knees. We praise you, Goddess. We praise you For your love and kindness to us, And for the wonder of your creation. Amen. Surveillance Way Back When Louie Crew East Orange, NJ Remember how we made love Two whole weeks once? We took time out only for meals, some beer, or a swim and did not tire at all, nor push to find or to prove anything. We were just being 24 and 21, both tan, both horny. How very private we were about it all. Beside the pool we argued who would make the World Series, who would take Wimbledon. We girded our lust for the short while as effortlessly as we had turned off the fan until we returned. Not once did we even dream our room was bugged, that our every private groan and giggle was broadcast in a crowded room, that they would delete only our snores and the silence of our sleep --material too regular, too routine, too unnecessary to build the D.A.'s case against us. Sodomy. Assorted Haiku Louie Crew East Orange, NJ 1. Eyes may window the genitals, But do the genitals Sheathe the soul? 2. It all depends on what you see When the remove The statue's fig leaf. 3. No flowers please. Mister Right, 20, Is dead --of claustrophobia. Invoke My Presence Joshua Meander Woodside, NY The favor that I ask of you Is an invitation for your next big cry. I'll softly stroke your palm. We'll take refuge in solicitude. A surge will conduct a murmur To the heights of a concerto; A mist will condense into a blur Of melancholy, and drip after drip, We'll taste its depth. Our pouts will merge and we'll pause. Permit me to share the billing When the initial tears wring out; Such a moist act will bring us Closer than ever. There's Jazz In The Catacombs Joshua Meander Woodside, NY Down the dark maze The howl of a horn blows: There's jazz in the catacombs tonight Cool vibes and a beat played right. Here beatitude flows Down the dark maze. Not where everyone goes, But an outcast knows There's jazz in the catacombs tonight. A jam session in full flight, A melding of free spirited pros Down the dark maze A wailing music of the night, Saxophone mating calls and drum solos: There's jazz in the catacombs tonight. The bold stay till the morning light To catch the last note, which glows Down the dark maze: There's jazz in the catacombs tonight. Reminiscing Kathy Lippard Cobb Bradenton, FL There are many things I miss About you -- about us. Stolen glances when you think I'm not looking Your hands on the small of my back Leading me into a room, Openly kissing and hugging in Wal-Mart lines, Flashing passing men by Pulling up my skirt, Your arms reaching for me in The middle of the night -- just to hold me. Moments that seemed commonplace, Are now captured forever in my Mind as rare gems. As hard as they were to find -- They were even harder to keep. |
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