Thanks to everyone who is sticking around. Health to you all.
Thanks to everyone who is sticking around. Health to you all.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
Acrophobia
I climb 40 years
And look down:
My mother, supine,
Screams me out;
I learn to read
Books that scare me;
I ejaculate picturing
Vera's oasis eyes;
I read more
Books that scare me.
I work days, nights,
I fukc days, nights;
Then I'm here: alone.
It's not the distance to the ground
That pushes a heart up to the throat.
It isn't the height.
It is the horror of what might
Be done by this current self:
One you don't know too well,
And can't foresee what he would do
With such a lovely fall within his grasp.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
The power of what is in your hands. Well constructed and I like how climbing and chronology read so well.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
#197 you should climb down and look closer
Crete
Like sizzling eels
Taverna lights flicker
On dark, calm waters.
Gentle waves that know
How to behave at parties
Approach the man-made harbor
Gently, acting all calm and outgoing:
Like friendly looks, like flirting.
The moon detects the old town's shine
And spreads the clouds apart
To gaze at it, to study it.
"Well, I'll be damned," it croons,
"There's people laughing here, still!
Husbands and wives insist on walking
Hand-in-hand. Midnight humidity
Mocks poverty with its diamond droplets."
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
Brings back memories. A fine poem, Doc.
Live and be well - H
Long time, no see, Doc. #200 is an evocative word picture, an eloquent reference to the theme that nature can often soothe and compensate for the day-to-day troubles human suffer under artificial economic systems.
Hey, Hawk & Aunt, thanks for saying hi, and for your kind words.
I don't come in that often these days because I finally decided to give a novel a serious try. Unbelievable how much work it involves. I'm sticking with it, though, just so I can say I did it. Even if it never reaches any shelves.
Good health to all,
DH
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
Hey Doc, thanks for this touching offering. I sip your English, so beautiful, with thirsty eyes! Thanks for sharing. Good luck with your novel! You'll do it!
Best to you,
Bar
Good luck with the novel. Hope it makes you as rich as this poem.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
Hey fogey,
this thread contains some of the best poetry ever put on this forum.
J
DocFart,
Where are you hiding? Put more in this thread.
J
Crete is pah-tick-yewly a standout. Always wanted to go to Crete. Couldn't figure out how to do it, though. Maybe you have to swim?
J
PS Come back 'ere Dawk.
Well slap my arse and call me Bethesda, I'm still here?
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Something has to be written
For feelings feeble and fleeting,
For out-of-the-blue glances,
For out-of-the-blue tears,
For moments that explode into liquid silver
Too soon,
Too soon,
For inaccessible heartbeats and secret breath sounds,
For bunches of tastebuds igniting at the touch of whisky,
For keyboards typing strong words, of love, of hate,
For yellow discs on navy velvet lighting up the basement,
For ice-cream that melts in the hand
Like yesterday's childhood memories:
Something has to be written.
Something inconclusively horny:
A self-fulfilling prophecy hiding in a huge cake
After far too many
Wasted cigarettefuls of time.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
Great to see you posting poems again, Doc!
Couple of comments re: #209. Ever hear the song "Speak Low" by Kurt Weill)? The song uses the phrase "Too Soon, Too soon" to a similar effect. Because the lyrics are so haunting, I thought Weill's usual partner, B. Brecht wrote them. Good thing I looked it up online--the guy who wrote the words was none other than Ogden Nash!
Also, can you think of some equivalent yet less familiar phrases to substitute for "out of the blue" and "self-fulfilling prophecy"? Dropping "-fuls" from "cigarettefuls" would sound less awkward. Other than that, the meaning in this piece is resoundingly clear.
Now, write and post some more!
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