A Short Collection of Trashy Poems
introduction
D22 westbound
love story
overnight snow
the little dancer
his green eyes
September 2nd
existence
dinner date
don't take my baby
car talk
Google Earth
dead on
postmarked 1948
My name is Jane
fashionably speaking
of cat and men (a Christmas poem)
the anesthesiologist
Adam's apple pie
honesty
the real me
800 days of winter
Last edited by Haunted; 03-31-2011 at 12:34 AM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
the fire
it took more than 1,500 degrees
but less than 10 minutes to reduce
11.5 pounds of pink flesh
and spotted orange fur
into 2.3 ounces
of ashes
last night just as
I was feeling all burnt out
he walked gingerly
over my tummy to the pillow
I was so damn scared to open my eyes
if I did he would simply vanish
~for Apricot
Last edited by Haunted; 03-17-2011 at 11:45 PM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Oh God! Each part of this is heartbreaking on its own and almost unbearable read in sequence!
What a painful yet eloquent poem Haunted that makes your loss so apparent. I can still hear my dog Barkie coming up the hallway at night.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
ah Prince, your comment touched me, thanks so much for reading.
Delta, I really think they stay close to us still, thanks for sharing your story of loss. The next day (this afternoon) Tiger was poking at the kitty steps which Apricot used to get on the bed. Tiger looked under it and even knocked it over. But somehow it straightened itself, and Tiger sniffed the floor next to it and looked to the other side of the room. Then he went up to Apricot's nest, about to go in but changed his mind, as though it was occupied.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
awww!
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Sense and Sensuality
what is it about the scent
of a brand new book
that makes me want you more
is it the novelty
or the sense of exclusivity
or is it the feeling of entitlement
to everything inbetween
your covers and the glossy jacket
which I can remove anytime
without permission
how each page rises at
the whim of my fingertip
wetted with my tongue
and lets me dog-ear the parts
I would return to
like a kitten back to her toy
side by side
top bottom bottom top
we will be spending
considerable time together
you'll see, I'm a terribly slow
and meticulous reader
Last edited by Haunted; 04-01-2011 at 12:27 PM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Oh, this is freaking beautiful! Not that I would isolate them from the rest of this, but the line-breaks are so witty!
I picked up the hint of sexual double entendre at the end but couldn't read it back to the beginning of the poem despite the title...
More than anybody else, your writing has changed out of all recognition (in a good way, before you throw a screwdriver at me). I get the impression you now craft each one in a way I never do, but hope to one day.
The days of puctuation police nitpicking seem to have subsided for now, thankfully as your poem shows. Excuse the pun but it's all between the lines dear haunted.
JerrystillhereB
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
Prince, thanks so much for your wonderful comment and support.
I didn't get what you meant by not being able to read back to the title. Was I wrong then that I thought it completes itself in a full circle?
JerrygladyourestillhereB, make sure you are and visit often!!
I didn't notice any changes in my writing, the same ole trashy poetry, except that this one is not about my dead pets. Anyhoo your writing is always consistently amazing to this humble writer.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Your poem, Sense and Sensuality, made me feel like I'm missing something by reading on the computer. Perhaps sitting in a chair with a keyboard and monitor is the new missionary position.
Nice job. The sensuality was well conveyed.
No, I meant that I looked back to see if I could find previous suggestions that this might be about a love affair as well as about reading but didn't find them - although, going back over the poem now, I do.Originally Posted by Haunted
I like the J Austen's allusion plus feel pretty much the same about the intimacy with books I read (and own)! With a bit of effort but I managed to read it in "a wheel" way! Your inventiveness and subjects you pick up are praiseworthy!! Best from Bar
Last edited by Bar22do; 02-28-2011 at 04:44 PM.
YesNo, very funny, whatever works for you. Thanks for your comment.
Prince, you are good!!! My original version has an extra line to introduce the relationship, then I decided to lose it to avoid redundancy.
what is it about the scent
of a brand new book
I thought this is enough, maybe not. I have revised it with the extra line.
Bar, you read my thoughts. Thanks for your kind words.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
What if that last line read
you see, I am a slow
but attentive reader
?
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