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A Freestyle Poem:
"I'm Going To Fire My Agent"
A man has posed me.
Here I squat,
Contorted in these shackle shoes.
Ankles twist and muscles wrench.
Thighs begin to feel the burn
As painfully I hold the pose
Which keeps my pampered, perfumed knee
From contact with the dirt.
I am to seem unsullied
And incongruous,
Out of place
And most important,
Incognito,
Nameless, faceless.
Shameless and feline,
Velvety perfection
Is what he wants,
And that without a brain.
Not enough tension?
Look too much the victim?
Paint me lightning from my hand.
Add excitement,
Unpredictability.
Imply I am a creature
To be handled with care.
Dangerous and exciting.
One out of three ain’t bad.
And when you’ve done your bloody shot,
Sated penis-led design,
I will take the pay you owe
And if my ankles haven’t seized,
If I can stand with any charm,
or not,
I will hit you in your
Fat,
Mysandrist,
Chauvinist head.
In the temple.
With the sharp end of these bloody stupid shoes.
Shackled I may be,
An object of desire,
But I do have a brain.
Dangerous?
You’d better believe it.
And my agent? As good as dead.
This is not an entry - this is an observation that the comments box takes forever to connect and your post still says that 0 people have commented.
Is that deliberate to stop people reading each other's entries, or are they getting lost in the ether?
Cheers
C
First thank you for entering and next, its blogger.com (google), sometimes its fast sometimes slow ..we have a very open uncensored policy here. sorry you had a problem.
awesome poem btw...
Rg
Mona Lisa Dances
The rain promises to fall,
to wash away her nudity
and clothe her in his fog –
but she has danced naked
outside my window
for weeks. Guileless
and unashamed, she revels
in this slippery rise
of mercury in mid January.
Her only privacy is found
(unsought)
in twisted shadows
cast by her own limbs,
held proud and gnarled
above her.
She is Mona Lisa,
stripped of matronly garb
and inhibitions. Her head
is not bowed by the weight
of expectation, nor does she dwell
on her wealth of imperfections.
I envy her freedom, her inspiration,
and thank her for again being mine.
Storm Nudie Witchy Mama
In your wake
As you go outside with a broom
For you daily dance of the gloom,
O mistress
O mistress beautiful
O mistress witch and wicked
Must I remind: you are butt-naked.
Then oblivious
You go about to prance
And who can bear that atrocious dance,
And if may I ask
Must you be wearing a mask
Must you be waving about the broom
And must you be naked in the storm.
H.J. Euian
The woman of the ages
You look at me and think you know who I am
You see only the obvious
You put on this mask for you are not ready to know
For in the knowing you will understand
And you will weep tears of sorrow
My nakedness,
a symbol of earth and mother
I am woman
The strong one who runs wild
who keeps order in your chaotic world
I am mother, whore, virgin and hero
I created you and the earth shook amidst my pain
The heavens validate my existence
I revel in your world of concrete jungle
My stiletto heels march forth
Ready to fight the masses but
Just as ready to teach
what you do not know
things that you do not understand
I have the power to destroy and to rebuild
My powers I take seriously
But I will not demean you
For you do not understand
Be at peace and know that I am here to love you
And in the loving
You will know me
And I will give you my gift
I will clothe myself in your cloth if you so desire
Never take me for granted,
a folly that has brought pain and heartache since millenia
Cherish me for I am strong, yet fragile
Give me your respect and trust
And I will lead you to all that is hidden, a reveiling that will astonish you
I am the naked virgin in your dreams
The mother of your children
The whore in your bed
I am woman for all the ages
Embrace me
submitted by, I am the Hermit
oops. Found a typo in my entry, sorry. Line 33, the misspelled word, "reveiling" should be "revealing". Hope this isn't a problem.
LVX
The Wind Changes DirectionAs the wind begins to ruffle the leaves and blow softly,
I feel a sense of awe, an awesome sense of oneness,
a oneness with all creation,
and yet a small grain of sand in this vast universe...
Quiet reflection of years gone by,
a different time, different feelings,
so hard and masked were my gusts,
almost icy cold and bellowing...
A prickling of rough gusts, tossing,
tossing and twisting almost fighting,
no real understanding of calm,
of serene blowing softly...
Now with age, a few greys the storm is calming,
the loud roaring gusts have tamed, softened,
no more prickling chills to chase off a passer by,
the wind changes direction...
A calmness, a softness, almost like whipped butter,
a sweetness almost akin to dark sweet chocolate,
the motion is calmer, steady more so than swift,
gone is the careless tornado...
In its place is an inner peace,
a soft sweetness that matures,
a growing of understanding,
the wind changes direction...
The wind changes direction,
the child rages no more,
the young adult spreads her wings,
and the woman hums softly,
as hazel eyes gleam with;
a deep sense of knowing...
The wind changes direction...
The calm after the storm...
Andrea Mendoza ~ Angel Adawehi
Copyright 2004 ©
you stood out on the road for so long preparing
my watch said
"I'm not needed here"
and slithered away into the grass
you said you needed that dumb mask
in case your mother drives by
I said
"she's seen you naked before"
you said
"yes, but she really hates these shoes. she thinks they make me look like a tramp."
you did the whole storm conjuring thing
while I kept an eye out for your mother's pickup truck
she should be grateful
the garden will look amazing tomorrow
the clouds bent to your will
like they always do
"I'm done" you said
I handed you your lucky bath robe
and whistled out for my watch to stop chasing snakes
and get the hell back here
"anything on tonight?"
you asked
"yeah, that new show, the one with that guy you like."
you laughed, squeezed my hand and said
"good, let's hurry home, it's getting cold."
wonderful poems ..thank you all for your support ..the challenge is coming a long great ..help spread the word by blogging the challenge on your blog. (the sponsors will give more if the results are good ~wink)
she
crouches &
waits
hand outstretched
for
an answer
o what is life
what is the storm
what is the
wind
she
masked
& contorted
waits
& i
throw to her
a bolt
& she
'Under the Same Storm'
Under the same storm
I crawl
Trying to find the meaning
Of my empty soul
Trying to reach the end
Of this endless hole
Under the same storm
I cry
Watching my life falling
Into the world of lie
As I try to hold the storm
I get struck by light
Under the same storm
I am naked
I cover myself with rain
Looking for a warm blanket
I don't understand my feeling
But I think I hate it
Under the same storm
I die......
I deflect lightning easily;
I'm on a mission
and I'm out of time.
I squat and peer
into the darkness
to ge my bearings
and forge onward.
The storm is behind me
and presses me forward--
as if I need to be urged.
I must find him
before it is too late.
I see light in the distance.
The clouds have shifted
and daylight flickers once more.
I awake with a feeling of defeat;
I didn't complete my task.
I'm not even sure what it was.
Nice one Vickie! My favorite so far, definitely.
how wonderful to feel you
naked all around me
i feel you
naked like breast of the earth
mountains of worry stand before me
awaiting me to milk you
but i squat from pain
you angst like sparks serenade me
oo don't come near
i am naked for you to see
undisguise before you mother earth
have mercy on me
send the rain
send me soft breeze as they blow
and let me know
the lord relishes it's creation
lord
i am tender like grass
do not burn me in your wrath
shine upon me everyday like the sun
even as your grace graze upon me
i lye here naked
for mother earth to receive
when in time i leave
Edge
Leaning unto it, senses braced as the storms enticing edge pushes through tangled hair, laps upon my expectant face and outstretched arms, lifting body and soul to the precise edge of wind blown harmony, salt spray flung from foaming rocky cauldrons, engulfs vision and smell at the ancient edge of a kelp strewn sea, pebbles rolling among drifted logs crashing near the brazing edge of sanity, masks of tragic, comic and joyful edges wound inside of me, each just within reach of the other, their naked thunder clashing as these mirrored edges play and coax through the lightning charged fibers of my heart, this coming of power and beauty explodes within me a longing for the quiet edge of twilight, when your moon lit eyes meet the knowing edge of we.
©Bruce Larson*Moore
Of Poetic*Service
Whidbey Island, WA
http://www.timeless-ink-press.com
i stole
a way
in a cocaine thunder
power to my almighty.
a sensual rapture
of trans formed inhibiton
so sure of my heels
the naked form
only you would notice.
this is the coming of a twenty-three year old boy
playing dress down with secret sides
in an out of place
soon to burn him.
a fit
only the zapped could love.
in an electric embrace
of the power side.
the anonymous one
who snuck in
through a powder door
and dazzled naked
in the terrific
side of secret lives.
Stoner with a boner
prone on the sofa,
goin' gone and goner,
hit a tokin' homer
all alone in the room
strewn with food
wrappers
and papers.
He
mutters
and scratches
raps...
imagines infinity:
a beach,
a beat,
heartbeat of the planet...
water meets sand and
makes its melodious
mark in the air.
Fractals flow
in the sand,
washed away
in a moment
and replaced
as easily as
words on a page.
That's
the fizzact
Jizzack!
I dont know how i feel
maybe these scars will never heal
i think they call it jaded
but i just feel faded
a shadow of what i used to be
with no one left to confide in me
I've been left here on my own
it seems to be all thats shown
living my whole life alone
I dont know how i feel
maybe these scars will never heal
i think they call it jaded
but i just feel faded
a shadow of what i used to be
with no one left to confide in me
I've been left here on my own
it seems to be all thats shown
living my whole life alone
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Storm Warrior (Pantoum)
Her lightning bolt slipstream flows out of rage,
Storm tour de force, tumbleweeds over sage.
Saddled intent, breeds a war-horse to raze,
Battle coarse leaves her, last standing naked.
Storm tour de force, tumbleweeds over sage,
Hemmed in battlefield rubble of gales.
War torn path leaves her last, standing naked,
Thunderheads roll, death squalls across chaos
Hemmed in battlefield, rubble of gales,
Thread barren souls, shed of bone, drift in fate.
Thunderheads roll death squalls across chaos,
Empty swords and war stench, filter through haze.
Stark naked souls, shed of bone, drift in fate,
Dark quest as the crow flies out of mind gate.
The Cyclops eye, ‘cross the sky remains, as
Her lightning bolt slipstream blows out of range.
~ExposureToMayhem
(aka earthman)
I compel you to love your country.
To draw her into your arms ever so tenderly,
To embrace her softly, dearly to your heart,
To huddle close, near together her masses,
And sense her least sustained yearning.
I compel you to love your country.
A nation that lifted the breast of humanity
Caressing it tenderly toward equality’s rapture
With gentle fingers of selfless, searing desire
Exploring over her ever toward paradise.
I compel you to love your country.
Freedom lovers damp in stiff-limbed writhing
Stumbling kisses upon red-barreled bravery,
Softly probing her robust and supple liberty,
Heed now her cries of woeful sovereignty!
I compel you to love your country.
Between her Trail of Tears and Mount Misery
She still waits upon the coupled plains of affection
Ready for our design and mastery of this worlds love
Panting heavy expectation upon her shape.
I compel you to love your country.
Perched upon the shore of Rolles Creek she waits
With Mount Pleasant in reach of her willing fingers.
With expectant sounds of closure now within her folds
She lunges forth with an expectant mouth!
I compel you to love your country.
O! Gentle sleep now beckons to her languid pink flesh
As the rogues tongue laps at her ebbing shores of joy
And beckons her let go of her valuable love’s embrace
Lunging forth behind her eager lips!
She counters not… for she is the boiling hunger we seek.
What a devoted worship we’ve had with the motherland.
Many a great poet has written their songs upon her flesh;
Their bright and shimmering waters lapping her shores
In ardent freedom’s want of hopes howling, dripping heat.
I compel you to love the world!
On this day of days let us remember her youthful glow,
Her ripe fruit of wonder, her drowsy ache of emancipation,
Her most alluring burnish upon our exploring of her skin.
(The burden of immense throbbing now falls upon her heart!)
I compel you to love the world!
America, carry your waves to all shores. Hope, not savagery,
In your goodness, not in impudent desire to control destiny.
Leave not the naked child, but your desire alone on the road.
Shelter not your intentions, but those most needful and hungry.
I compel you to love the world!
We have been witness to our dove, crippled and flailing in terror!
We’ve been onlookers to our expectations emerging fruitless.
Watching unmoved while our oily desire bleeds into the waters
And the cold white eyes of death tread progressively before us.
I compel you to love the world!
Come now, peace. Come now, warriors, lay down your guns
To witness the beauty at your hands as she lays down your sword
And with dripping red lips envelops your craving to possess her.
Do you not hear the night voices calling you with an angels whisper?
I compel you to love the world!
To open the door and step out into the bright sun, desire can wait.
Take notice of the many tender, breathing, soul-caked living.
Gaze upon the world’s most unbendable faith in humanity.
Gently touch her skin, delicately massage her furious soil.
I compel you to love the world!
Enter her sculpting space and weave a covering made of lifeless war.
Paint upon her face a gentle art made of your temples sweat.
Scribe a love song upon her back with the eagle’s most willing blood.
Erect in her a tower of light for all to see that they might weep.
I compel you to love the world!
The masses of age lie here and we should not be so ready to die
Like confused animal’s hooved in selfishness, deficient and artless.
The world is full of freedom lovers damp in stiff-limbed writhing
Stumbling kisses upon red-barreled bravery, tenderly probing liberty.
I compel you to love the world!
Amid her supple lands and majestic mountains she waits our affection,
Ready for our desire and design embracing her most ready warmth
Needing our hot hope upon her shape, wanton as wide-eyed first love.
(Heed now the world’s hot desire for freedom pulling us in.)
With hopeful whisper's within her waters, she leans forth, expectant.
.
Copyright © 2006 mrp
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