It's Poetry Darlings

[Adeptly_Inept]

Domestic War 54

As usual,
looks dart across the lounge
like missiles,
tension is transmitted
through passive aggressive smiles.

As usual,
thoughts simmer,
then explode into verbal shrapnel,
as mother begins to bellow
about life ‘n’ crap ‘n’ all.

As usual,
with every furious syllable
the double glazed windows chatter,
eyes disperse an ocean,
the dams around the ego shatter.

How did it all ignite?
Nobody has a clue.

And
never in the field
of pointless conflict
has spilt milk
meant so much
to so few.

 

[No1uno]

Re: Domestic War 54

I write poetry daily, usually in the middle of conversations, to my wife. I think it makes for a nice day.

 

[No1uno]

If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

Many years together, it hasn't stopped and she knows me like the back of her hand.

 

[Skylarker]

Re: If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

Many years together, it hasn't stopped and she knows me like the back of her hand.

I'm sure she's thrilled at the prospect of you sharing your personal text messages with a bunch of strangers online...

 

[No1uno]

Re: If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

I know, it's so illicit. And I have some much to lose with you so close to me and all

 

[Skylarker]

Re: If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

I know, it's so illicit. And I have some much to lose with you so close to me and all

There's nothing illicit about it...and no, no one here is close to you, that was my point. You're sharing private romantic text messages between you and your wife with the internet.

That's shitty.

 

[No1uno]

Re: If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

For you.

 

[Skylarker]

Re: If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

For you.

If you say so.

 

[sad veiled bride]

Re: If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

...
Embrasse-moi
Embrasse-moi longtemps
Embrasse-moi
Plus tard il sera trop tard
Notre vie c'est maintenant
Ici on crèv' de tout
De chaud de froid
On gèle on étouffe
On n'a pas d'air
Si tu cessais de m'embrasser
Il m'semble que j'mourrais étouffée
...

kiss me alot kiss me alot...

 

[sad veiled bride]

Re: If someone loves you, they should always talk to you like they love you

The Fist by Derek Walcott

The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved
past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live

 

[Anonymous]

Beautiful. You are too beautiful to be on this site

 

[sad veiled bride]

Beautiful. You are too beautiful to be on this site

Yes, very true.

 

[sad veiled bride]

The Rival

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,

And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.

The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.

No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

Sylvia Plath love

 

[FER]

Ive read a few different translations and this is my favorite - Faroogh Farrokhzaad

In my night, so brief, alas
The wind is about to meet the leaves.
My night so brief is filled with devastating anguish
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
This happiness feels foreign to me.
I am accustomed to despair.
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
There, in the night, something is happening
The moon is red and anxious.
And, clinging to this roof
That could collapse at any moment
The clouds, like a crowd of mourning women.
Await the birth of the rain.
Behind this window,
The night trembles
And the earth stops spinning.
Behind this window, a stranger worries about me and you.
You, in your greenery.
Lay your hands and those burning memories
On my loving hands
And entrust your lips, replete with warmth,
To the touch of my loving lips
The wind will carry us!
The wind will carry us!

 

[CrystalGeezer]

 

[Anonymous]

Je ne sais rien de gai comme un enterrement !
Le fossoyeur qui chante et sa pioche qui brille,
La cloche, au loin, dans l’air, lançant son svelte trille,
Le prêtre en blanc surplis, qui prie allègrement,
L’enfant de choeur avec sa voix fraîche de fille,
Et quand, au fond du trou, bien chaud, douillettement,
S’installe le cercueil, le mol éboulement
De la terre, édredon du défunt, heureux drille,
Tout cela me paraît charmant, en vérité !
Et puis tout rondelets, sous leur frac écourté,
Les croque-morts au nez rougi par les pourboires,
Et puis les beaux discours concis, mais pleins de sens,
Et puis, coeurs élargis, fronts où flotte une gloire,
Les héritiers resplendissants !

Paul Verlaine

 

[CrystalGeezer]

One of my favorite poems. I went through this phase where I'd write down the poems I liked so I could feel the words flow through my pen. I'd get obsessed with a poem.

 

[CrystalGeezer]

TIME, YOU OLD GYPSY MAN

Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?

All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best,
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing.
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may.
Time, you old gypsy,
Why hasten away?


- Ralph Hodgson

 

[CrystalGeezer]

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.

Billy Budd - The Merchant of Venice

 

[CrystalGeezer]

Betwixt these rockie pillars Gabriel sat
Chief of the Angelic guards ...
He ended, and the Son gave signal high
To the bright minister that watch'd, he blew
His trumpet, heard in Oreb since perhaps
When God descended, and perhaps once more
To sound at general doom

-Milton