Poetry Partners #140 'WOW', A poem by Devine Success of 'Elspen Wrytes' So? What now? I can't bow nor cow like a fowl to the winds churning that would bring turnings only to be foul. Await we, without a scowl not even daring to howl till we say, how? Wow. Elspen Wrytes: https://elspenwrytes.wordpress.com/ A 'Gogyลka'… Continue reading Winds churning, or: Wants churning
A limerick Ruled by hunger, the glutton was hasty, Though the blackberry moon sure looked tasty! He reached- but grabbed only air, For rising up out of his chair Left the fat man panting, sweaty, and pasty. d'Verse poetics: Mooning around At d'Verse, writers were encouraged to select one of the following names for the… Continue reading Reaching for the moon, or: One giant step
A limerick (NSFW) The frustrated wife's prayer Dear God, please! Help me reach an orgasm! Would I could breach that accursed chasm! Yes... I *know* that Hubby means well; But, oh, holy... mother lovin' Hell! The wimp jumps at my each sob and spasm!
Poetry Partners #95 'Naked and Sacred', by Nick Pipitone of 'Fiction & Ideas' Awakenings come when least expected A freeing of inner tension, an explosion Of color, light back into dull worlds The knot in my stomach is gone Soul connections made Souls fused together Souls finding souls on empty streets Drawn to each other… Continue reading Moonmilk, or: Full and embodied
Poetry Partners #23 'The Art of Seduction', a poem by C L Barton of 'Linnets Sing in the Trees' Desire adventures in Turkey and Greece, a thief's attracted by what's kept out of reach. Stay with something forbidden reading poetry and kissing become permissible. Hear the call of appearance, the Devil in this dark was… Continue reading Seduction, or: Blank canvas
An American sentence: I would dissolve into night's muted darkness - then evanesce at dawn. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโt work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt… Continue reading Into that good night, or: Gentle
A double acrostic poem Reflections in Arabic tea:Much has Jerusalem seen Land endowed in ancient times with a divine auraIsrael lay between three continents on clover mapSovereignty won and lost; so too ~ prevailing mythOver centuries, she heard many a heartrending pleaLove for Homeland of yore etched into Jews' heartsIndeed, lifetimes of yearning for each… Continue reading Lisolia, or: Anaphasia
My 1st Alouette Writing on and on, Calling for black swan, Which shall soar forth from down(ed) soul, Bearing long-lost words. That rarest of birds... Without which, I can't be whole. I'm... sure it is true... Should I continue, Free, winged truth shall arise. Oh, desperately, I will this to be, Ere rising into the… Continue reading Forth, or: Grounded
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