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Creme de la Vociferate
trinket of sugar
bleeds frozen
platelets
falling through the black
through the eye looking
back
a smoke image may
recede climbing
through the body of
doubts
this drawn leg restless
this weak ankle bested
an hour is a scream
you sigh
dripping whispers
while dust breaks
patterns in gust loved
parking echo lots
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Esker
Mon, 2012-04-02 00:25
Headless cat cries through gates of flame
cover your smashed vision shame
you said fuck the cunts
the sport their hate to blame
blaze their corporate armadillo
arms
pumping small target deaths
on ouija hunts
we shall take shelter
and fuck ghosts
piss on walls
and sing Helter Skelter
loved
Mon, 2012-04-02 02:53
You yourself have belled the cat
You yourself have belled the cat
very few,
including me understand the riddles
behind your camouflaged poesy
so beautiful and a pussy,
I still see from the rear balcony,
as dogs with open lashing tongues
erase moments of ecstasy
awaiting their turn,
to take on
while others are at it
this was my impression
but you beat me.
A poet is one ,
who says what?
and
so many ask why?
Wish you could be nominated
on Board
the Neopoets ...
loved
Esker
Mon, 2012-04-02 03:38
four thirty am
finished my first purchased store bought book in ages
and came here before catching a few hours
to work and errand run the rest of today
"A poet is one ,
who says what?
and
so many ask why?
I (loved) have never heard
of poetry best described
ever
Thank You
loved
Mon, 2012-04-02 09:12
Most of the times my stomach churns
and my intestines burns
am i hearing the truth
or i have to be pinched...
loved
Esker
Tue, 2012-04-03 00:00
a pinch of passion
flavour to the broth
your words a spice
on quiet nights
with errant winds
(write with window
parted letting in the
cool sigh of wind
and the soundtrack
of a sleeping city)
Ian.T
Mon, 2012-04-02 04:21
Steve
The scream of protest
will be heard better
if the words that echo inside you
were the same as those others know.
They fail to listen as your thoughts
as they are not what they understand
and are afraid if you speak too loud...
Maybe you will have to scream,
in another think.
Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Mon, 2012-04-02 08:23
Poetry was the voice The sigh of scream
Yes I could and can speak in the ordinary
but then what is poetry
or art for that matter
but imagery
imagery of the eye
or the tongue
or the ear
there is so much going on
with poetry
all our senses engage to
make sweet the taste
of its crucible of intent or
purpose
alchemy
of feelings
emotions
structure etc
forever changing
and growing
I will keep writing
as I do
I have read poems I
do not understand
at this time
only to remember
them or read them
in the future from
this now
and understanding
their simple complexities
in my unadorned place
of Now
Thank You
loved
Mon, 2012-04-02 09:30
The twirls and twists you propagate and the conflicts in small
The twirls and twists you propagate and the conflicts
in small tin boxes,
you call as crucibles by mistake,
you show the world
how naked it is unknowingly ,
even with bikinis on ...
mind is amiss and they say poetry should be simple
as loved addresses
but that\s sheer illiteracy
naw, no poetry,
poetry is as i said before
and
so I report herE once more
I said this
"A poet is one,
who says what?
and
so many ask why?
AND
you said this
which is what.....
a statement or appreciation,
no Neopoet I bet can answer
except one
and
that's not he..
but you...
'''I, (loved) have never heard
of poetry best described
ever....
loved
Esker
Wed, 2012-04-04 00:48
Lonliness is the ghost Courtesan futility
belonging is such a trick
ive seen things
eyes that are gauged with age
hearts that are old in little hands
and a sickness that all the packs
cannot undo in the land
we are taught to avoid
forced to endure and mingle
that which will never define
definition
if we burn books again
Ill keep the ones that I cant
label
books that stoke my mind
and keep imagination able
loved
Wed, 2012-04-04 00:58
I read you again and again
for your metaphorical reigns
how I wish i could your mind rein
and
learn how to use em
alas in vain..!!!
loved
Esker
Wed, 2012-04-04 01:07
Sister we are children of talents
poetry and parable and rhymn have taught
the restless mind of man from before time
we danced too but now more with the meter
but still one can read these aloud
and dance with arms reaching
steps taken
lyrics to music of the soul
the dark caverns of fear
and bold astute flights
from restless nights
You are reading my mind loved
here here and near
we are thinking in the same
vein of thoughts
loved
Wed, 2012-04-04 04:10
if wishes were horses.....I'd be a sister to all
if wishes were horses.....I'd be a sister to all
a young bard
can be a sister
just recall,
the secrecy of sex is in ones mind ,
I had sisters also in mind
but brothers in arms of poetry
may we be,
a sister or brother doesn't bother me....
the veins of beauty should release
warmth the blood
of man and woman
be same
just pardonaise me...
loved