Add-a-Poem

[anirbas]

roflmao! I'd rather have what I came into the world with any day no matter the condition my body parts may or may not be in! Loved this, Amy! Thanks for cracking me up sideways with laughter!

[anirbas]

it barely wiggles...

oh, my stars, I just don't have anything in my head to go with this line!
someone else will have to pick up the thread where Amy left it.

[blownawayby]

hmmmm.

it barely wiggles far from me

this ancient need

to be free

it winds thru thought

binds with desire

coaxes me

never tires

of cajolingly

pushing ever more

to kick responsibility

right out the door!

[anirbas]

right out the door
is where I want to walk
from my job

did I say walk?
I want to storm
out the door
with my hair
on fire

leaving in my wake
the smoking truth
of all that is wrong
with the throng
that claims
to run the joint

I want to annoint
the "aristocracy"
with reality
and then say,
"take this job
and shove it"

but, I don't
as I can't
and so, I shan't

I smile like I love it!
can't get enough of it!

but, someday, I will walk away.
but, first I promise I will have my say!!!

[aims]

Say it like you mean it. . .
that's better. . .
NOW,
I will go away!

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[anirbas]

Go away!
Go! Go AWAY, I say!

Must I say it louder
in order for you to hear it clearer?

Fine! Then I shall!

GO AWAY!

What? You refuse?
You want me to go away?

Ah, that's an easy request.
Your wish is my command.
Consider it done.

At the end
of the next line,
I AM GONE!

[aims]

I am gone long from the days of my misspent youth
but still I declare, ever seeking the truth
and finding it in increments and layers
but not from street corner sooth sayers
or swindling players
it bubbles up
from the wellspring of my soul
that same living water of old.

[aims]

That same living water of old
turns ordinary moments to gold
light dispelling dark corners of the soul
the grime this world can dredge up
dims the spirit and weighs us down
the water washes it away and fills our cup
this is why his name is still renown.

[aims]

Still renown in my heart
she is
you'll not find a corner there
where affection for her does not abide

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[aims]

Abide,
slide closer
let me feel your breath
as a gentle caress on my cheek
let me whisper sweet somethings in your ear
so sincere
so dear
so without fear
hear
that I love you.

[anirbas]

Amy, personally, I think this piece belongs in a thread of its own with a title of its own.
In my humble opinion, it is that good and I'd like it if you would put it on the Romance board
so I can exalt it...Okay???

[aims]

Hear that I love you
know that it's true
believe I'm sincere
totally true blue!

[aims]

Totally true blue
that's me
but how can I prove it as long as I'm free
where is the woman who will clip my unwanted wings
she'll set my body on fire, while my heart sings!

[anirbas]

Amyyyyyyyyy!!!!! Treat to see you, sweets!

And the above poem is an epigramatical gem, dahlin'!

Nice pic...I like it! Love ya, Nir.

[aims]

Thanks!! How goes wedded bliss?!!! Every time I think of Y'all I smile!!!

[dawness]

hi all..

my hearts sings on nights
when gray dewdrops
kneel on flower beds
tasting the herbs of sun light's
bowl of tender refrains

[aims]

Tender refrains
are what remains
when one has loved and lost
bejeweled pages of history,. . . worth the cost!
and blank the empty pages, of the opportunities we've tossed!

[anirbas]

Dawn and Aims, I adore the above pieces you've created!
Great to see you both...As always, a treat and an honor to me!

[aims]

The opportunities we've tossed
some of them are lost
some
will only come
in due time
not necessarily mine
one foot before the next
and try not to be vexed
only God knows the full context.

[aims]

The full context
of the dream
was not sexual
and yet it was. . .
sensual. . . it implied sex,
which is why it did vex
my heart
and my body

[moseley]

my body shook and trembled from within
as my hunger ran its course through my blood
the boiling heat of my essence reigned my heart
and I was the storm seated into the sunset
uneasy, wandering with a dry tongue,
only to be wetted with a never ending kiss
if fantasy could prove me such a favor,
as my soul walks the plank for one thousand days
where I am the heir
of a thousand sultan's harems

[aims]

A thousand sultan's harems
would not capture my notice as long as you were nearby
and in fact if you were not your image would still be with me in my brain
if i were in power they'd be released
from their invisible chain
urged not to remain
urged not to refute
something that to them would not compute
your whisper would render their cries mute
your beauty to me,. . . theirs severely dilute.

[aims]

Dilute my feelings
to suit,
the situation is precarious
and could come to and end, nefarious
if my love was my own slayer
to see the possibility doesn't take a soothsayer
Love in the work place
when it is one-sided could blow up in my face.

[aims]

Up in my face
with steamy hot lips
and then so close to mine that sparks fly
and begin to crackle and finally
our lips touch and then fire fully ignites
racing through me
boiling my blood
frying my mind
in a moment
I couldn't tell you my name
I could only tell you yours
mind gone
heart full of you.

[moseley]

watching all these people as you were in love
and all around you, they privately lament
of their own days lesser spent
and the air is full of the stench of jealousy
as in their own hearts they were coveting your caresses
they were purloining your kisses
and wagering your attentive adoration
as their own for such lack in this world
is like the laundry left out the window too many days in a row
people wearing their own bird shit stains
as if fashion were fitting in their fetid lonliness
for they are not willing, yea, not willing
to be a lover
and want to you to confess your sins
for something that they themselves
are so wanton

[aims]

They themselves
are so wanton
but only in their private dreams
while publicly wagging fingers
and tongues with vicious
yea even wanton disregard
for those they impale on their
pointed words.

[anirbas]

(oh, my stars, I adore this, Aims!)

~*~

pointed words
bandied about haphazardly
without invitation, I might add
as though the speaker
were certain and sure

everyone cared to hear
much less know the orator's
opinion on any given subject

occasionally, I wonder,
but, do not waste my time
to ponder long, do people
always standing verbally
on pointe, intent on swaying
others to their opinion
truly believe anyone
cares what they think?

or, are they simply
in love, with the sound
of their own voices,
even when toads
shit upon their tongues
then springboard themselves
from their mouths
from their very lips
in the form
of pointed words?

[aims]

Pointed words
are dulled as they collide
with my armor of confidence
oh no, not confidence in myself,
I wish I had more of that
confidence in what I believe!

[phantasm]

confidence in what I believe
is exactly what I need
except what I believe is sometimes hard to pinpoint
it's not like my mind is out of joint but there are priorities
left over from childhood that have never found voice
but there are beliefs that are built on an ancient choice
that goes down to the very essence of my brain
and every time I affirm them I regain a piece of my soul.

Faith manages.

[aims]

Faith manages
where skepticism fails,
those who can believe in tall tales
may not leap tall buildings
but doubting Thomas doesn't move an inch
a believer's less likely to flinch.