"Love" Poems

[csw]

One
XXII

She being Brand

-new; and you know
consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and (having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.) i went right to it flooded-the carburetor cranked her

up, slipped the
clutch (and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell) next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly; bare,ly nudg. ing (my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed from low through
second-in-to-high like
greased lightning just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice, good
(it
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on
the

internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a :dead.

stand-
;Still)

e.e. cummings




**sounds like love to me **

[csw]

Time Somebody Told Me

Time somebody told me
that I am lovely, good and real
That I am beautiful inside
If they only knew
How that would make me feel.

Time somebody told me
That my mind is quick, sharp
and full of wit
That I should keep on trying
and never quit.

Time somebody told me
How they loved and needed me
How my smile is filled with hope
and my spirit sets them free
How my eyes shine, full of light
How good they feel when they hug me tight.

Time somebody told me

So, I had a talk with myself
Just me, nobody else
'cause it was time
Somebody told me.

Quantedius Hall, age 12

[csw]

Omens of Winter

The sun sets now in wide orange bars.
Orion is hunting among the stars

above hilsides spotted brown and white
like fawns. Poems arrive as meteorites.

Collecting them, I try my best to impart
impulses, the morse code of the heart,

but I do not understand the vernacular
of fear that jostles me until art occurs,

or why, knowing you from afar
spurs hours of working myself into the stars.

Well, I do know, but I fight its common sense:
I try to stabilize us through eloquence.

It's an old story, better told than I tell,
how artists shape what hurts like hell

(usually love) into separate empires
of lust, tenderness, and lesser desires

we can control. I barely control this one:
I wish we could feel in unison.

I wish you'd shield me from the winds of shame
that whirl up fast and sting like blame.

Some days the world feels uninhabited
and the trees look dark as arrowheads.

I wish your well-tamed inferno were mine.
My heart spanks itself. I can hear it whine.

A stranger's fire, all flash and bone,
always seems to burn brighter than our own.


Diane Ackerman

[csw]

"No More Access To Her Underpants"
-John Updike-

Her red dress stretched across the remembered small
of her dear bare back, bare for me no more,
that once so softly bent itself in bed
to take my thrusts and then my stunned caress,
disclosing to my sated gaze a film
of down, of sheen, upon the dulcet skin-
her red dress stretched, I say, as carapace
upon her tasty flesh, she shows a face

of stone and turns to others at the party.
Her ass, its solemn cleft; her breasts, their tips
as tender in color as the milk-white bit
above the pubic curls; her eyes pits
of warmth in the touseled light; all forfeit,
and locked in antarctic ice by this bitch.



I thought it time to step it up a notch. I hope no one was offended...

[Greeneyedlass]

Naaawwww! Not offended here...now that's what I call a poem!

GEL

[csw]

This isn't nearly a spicy, but is an Updike shorty.

Natural Question

What rich joke does
the comically spherical peony bud-
like the button on a gong striker-
hold, that black ants
crawl over its tie-dyed tightness,
as if to tickle it forth?

[csw]

"Of The Pleasures"

The sag
of
this
and that
means less
for one
who's taken full
advantage
of the flesh
when it
was fresh.

Joe-Anne McLaughlin

[csw]

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

~ e. e. cummings ~

[snookchaser]

CSW - Like many others here I'm sure, I have been wondering how you were doing. Sorry to see you in the place your at. If you don't mind, I'd like to 'polute' your thread with a lyrical post or two that tend to help me when I'm down.

It's still strange to me how a collection of words and musical notes can do that.
"Count all your blessings, remember your dreams".

JIMMY DREAMS
Jimmy Buffett


Jimmy dreams
He's a child to the end
What a joy
When you are your best friend
The world's such a toy
If you just stay a boy
You just spin it again and again

Jimmy flies
With no use for disguise
Just escapes
Using mirrors and capes
And the words do the trick
There is no bigger kick
Than just rhyming again and again

Sound of the low tide
The smell of the rain
Traveling' alone
On my boat and my plane
Take it all in
It's as big as it seems
Count all your blessings
Remember your dreams

Jimmy stares
Towards the bright Pleiades
It's so strange
What his distant eye sees
Who knows why you start
Rediscovering your heart
But you do it again and again

Sound of the low tide
Smell of the rain
Traveling alone
On my boat and my plane
Take it all in
It's as big as it seems
Count all your blessings
Remember your dreams

Jimmy stares
Towards the bright Pleiades
It's so strange
What his distant eye sees
Who knows why you start
Rediscovering your heart
You just do it again and again

The world's still a toy
If you'll just stay a boy
And that's why Jimmy dreams.

[snookchaser]

WHEN THE COAST IS CLEAR
Jimmy Buffett & Mac Macanally
(for Emery Clark, who paints it better than I can say it)

They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
They're shuttin' off the "superslide"
The kids are back in school

The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town

That's when it always happens
Same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear

Hello mister other me
It's been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itselfs a crime

So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine

That's where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear

It's the only place he knows
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear