First DUP Poem

well obviously
one poem, per poet
no word limit
this will be going on for 2 weeks
good luck

Creativity in its most fake form





Making your mark on this world won't change a thing
Nothing goes away, there's still life left to draw and words left to sing.

Putting your hand print down to show you were here
Do you honestly do it to try to make a change, or simply to instill fear?

Everyone is all the same
You want the world to be different, you want everything to change.

When it comes down to what you really want
It's not change, it's not a new world.

You hate you
You wish you weren't fake, you wish your lies could become true.

You want yourself to change
For better or worse, but either way, at the end of the day you feel the same.

It's nothing new
Especially not for you.

Everyone wants the same thing, everyone strives to be different
You fake who you are, and act like you were God sent.

Everyone want to be different
Seldom does anyone accomplish it.

The most unique and real people I have ever met are down to earth and real
They've never put on a show of falseness and unconventional zeal.

Everyone wants to be everything, everyone wants to blow the same horn
To me, this is just loose creativity, in its most fake form.

I don't have the actual first poem I ever posted on here, on my profile right now. I entered it over a year ago and no longer have it on here. Can I repost it on the thread?

Black Raven Sits


Black raven sits
Perched in her bloodied tree
Inspiring evil deeds

Five Years Later

Five years ago. How long ago it seems,  
That judgment day for thousands,  
The day the world pledged justice:  
Oh, what a day. The memories,  
Children huddled in small clusters  
In the cafeteria, waiting for parents  
To pick them up: military parents.  
Would they see them long? They didn’t know,  
Possibly spending precious time before duty called.  
Then home, to watch eight seconds for three hours.  
 
Oh the promises we made,  
The fearsome stamp of words. I,  
Not knowing what to do, cried “We Will Not Forget”  
With the rest. For one month, tension,  
For one week retaliation. Then, missions accomplished,  
Hands shaken, a world moved on.  
Widows receiving millions for mourning in front of a judge:  
And they want us to grow up optimists  
On the matter of human actions. Score one for Calvin; Locke, you lose this round.  
 
Five years. Yet it seems like a different era;  
Such is the distortion of youth. What’s on the news tonight,  
Nine-eleven or Katrina? How can they lump together  
The destruction of two thousand homes with the destruction of two thousand lives?  
Still we cry “We Will Not Forget.” A noble cause,  
But in truth, fiat only, save two thousand families  
Mourning two thousand souls.  
Ragged ribbon stubs on car antennas, long since bleached white.  
Nothing but a faded bumper sticker and a memory colored with red, white, blue, and smoke.  
In this age of mandated remembrance, does anyone dare forget? No, never.  
Except on the other three hundred sixty days of the year.  
 
And people cry about long lines at airport terminals.  
Naïve ones! Listen! You can still hear two thousand voices echoing.  
Should we have two thousand more? Four? Eight?  
But keep saying “We Will Not Forget.” Because they can’t hear you in their empty graves,  
And ashes know no irony.




Written for the five-year anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy

To be.. Or not to be.
The famous words of... Me?
Confusion
Sets in her eyes, like a gentle questioning fire.
To be.. Or not to be. She says
To be or not to be what? She asks
Now that's the question, isnt it? He responds
Choose,  what are you to be?
 What are you not to be?
The clock is ticking little girl, ticking
Ticking, ticking
Away
Your time.
In her eyes i see again , a decision has been made.
I  want to be dead, but i want not to be dead.
Then stay alive he says to her. Stay alive for now, soon you will be dead.
Dead?
Yes. Then he as death, slit her throat and watched her fall. Deep
Deeper still into her own lonely abyss.

Progressions Ever Circling

It must be something great
To hide behind the strings
And watch us as we listen
Unaware that you feel too:

As we all fall, so will you
But major follows right on cue
The next one standing in the line
Free of tension, sound sublime

Now the air is tense and timed
Beating, changing on a dime
Acoustic breath, synthetic life
The Third Trumpet still heralds strife

We pour our heart and soul inside
Throw it out although we tried
The second time will do the trick
Lest we ignore the third or sixth

Number two replaces four
Failed attempts not even scored
Back on track we see the rise
The fifth is here, full of life

Tension relieved with safe return
Applause is waiting; it has been earned
Last notes ringing through the room
The music smiles and stays in tune

The most provocative write for me...

Body Art

Your canvas is blank as crackling fires stoke

my fingers paint with a masters stroke

A closed eyes technicolor dream

Feel my hunger slipping deep within your streams

Your body is art in its purist form

Your pinks glisten soft and warm

I trace a line of petals on a bank near a river

I press the brush deeper as your canvas shivers

Beyond it a valley of lush mountains view

it takes on a tantalizing bronze hue

My hands trace its lines to a glorious ravine

I press my hands deeper and sample your sheen

Firmly i paint you with bristling force

Easy with you to stay on course

I paint on sweet lips with reds dipped on mine

a beautiful canvas on which i now dine

Tracing now outlines of sensitive breasts

mixed from passions colors , the palette my chest

The colors now run as the clouds release rains

Blended and sticky down our locked thighs they drain

Creating an abstract of conceptual parts

A sensual exhibit of intermingled body art

autumn_018 said:I don't have the actual first poem I ever posted on here, on my profile right now. I entered it over a year ago and no longer have it on here. Can I repost it on the thread?

yeah go ahead
so far i only have one poem... so i know i have my first one

This Girl
This girl is so dang fine,
How can i make her mine?
I'll move up the line.
I'll join in the fight.
This girl is so addicting.
You got to met her to believe.
Shes like a drug like heroine,
what do I gotta do to be more than a friend?
This girl has started a war.
So many guys are fighting over her.
Some will fight to the death.
How do I make her more than a friend?
This girl is so amazing.
She's so mezmorizing.
This girl is a fallen angel,
That was too hot for heaven.
This girl is so addicting.
You got to met her to believe.
Shes like a drug like heroine,
what do I gotta do to be more than a friend?
This girl has started a war.
So many guys are fighting over her.
Some will fight to the death.
How do I make her more than a friend?
This girl has started a war.
So many guys are fighting over her.
Some will fight to the death.
How do I make her more than a friend?
This girl is so fine,
She is always on my mind.
And now I've won the fight,
she is mine.
This girl has started a war.
So many guys are fighting over her.
Some will fight to the death.
How do I make her more than a friend?
This girl has started a war.
So many guys are fighting over her.
Some will fight to the death.
How do I make her more than a friend?


A crappy song

Sorrow


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Can't wait the nooner..

The vestiges of private sight

behind the lids that hold the night

......sweet dreams

now slip away.



Soft sounds reach my ear,

pale shadowed light my eyes,

sweet scents of fruit or blossom

soothe



Nylon wheels on shiny steel

the shower door is opened

water bursts from angled pipe

and hisses from the tiny jets

warming slowly,

wispy rivulets

wash warmth on every wall

moist air rises to exhaust into

the chilly midwest winter



Inside, she steps naked

into soft wet bliss

as droplets fall

to find and kiss

the palest flesh,

tan lines fading

without sunny days



Back in bed my senses keened

I hear the tiniest of sounds.

My mind directs the shower scene.



Slim fingers find a swelling nip

as water from her titties drip

the wicked painted nails

not meant to rip add depth

to lovely vision.



The inside of one forearm rubbing

gently pressing breast to bone

as fingers tease her other nipple

soft moans escape her pursing lips,

her other forearm slips across her

tummy

as we imagine mine would.



Legs parting slightly to express

an opening, an invitation to fingers

to impress..the sharp intake of breath!



Every sound amplified

in my mind,

the picture on my retinas,

my woman..

sharp within a softly blurred patina

my focus intent

our fingers bent,

just so



My hand guiding,

tightly encasing

slowly stroking

as the intention of

my dripping lover understands

in her warm wet cocoon.



We seem to be communicating

....need,

not urgent but insistent

playfully demanding,

yet tender, soft and slow,

agonizingly so...

her lips so soft,

now on my chest

my hands

so large and warm

cup cheeks and draw her to me



Lifting,

parting legs with  knee

her arms around my neck

her full wet breasts

so warm against my chest

..my blunt sword

softly making entry

through the open gates

of this most heavenly body



Under the waterfall

she now leans

her back against the wall

as steamy droplets pound

against her chest

against her heaving breasts.



Rivers of molten heated lust

flow from head

to winters unpainted toe.

She feels me

thrusting deep within

feels my strength

coursing under her

skin.

She feels me.

She's full of me.



Back and forth the feelings,

first hers then mine,

she feels, I feel..

but we are not together.

Still, we feel as one forever.



Fingers slipping, hands gripping

hips pumping, groins bumping

passion flaring as toes curl

we are the soul of both our worlds.



I know the depth of her embrace

I read the meanings of her face

Feel the measure of her pace and

match her give and take....



One last shove...

to plant my love within her

treasure trove,

her silky glove will

shower me with lotion made

where seed is sown

and I will meet her notion

with my own creamy potion



My God! the time..!

We'll both be late!

I meet her as she steps

out of the shower. My

grin belies my horror at the hour.

Her grin widens as she catches

my hand meant to spank her.

She kneels and kisses softly,

one kiss, "naughty boy!"

she's up and now i thank her

As my lips brush hers my fingers

trail ...soft sable

I just wait

the nooner

on our table

Though it is getting kind-of old:



Heroin (for Laurie)

With these words
with these thoughts
with these actions
we enter the other,
unholy lost desperate alone
to squander stolen luxuries
into the fire
the burning future
of our failing.

I mix my blood with yours.
I twine our bodies
and complicate our souls
squeeze your arm purples, blues
eyes close
cotton.

Pain is diminished
belonging to each other
even like this
just in this moment
of love desperation.
We both love abandon.
My lust for you is just for her
and yours for me is all for her…
we share her separately
but lie together
un-belonging without lies.

In my hands in my fingers
in the slow ache my bones
start slipping free from their flesh
to find a rest of their own.
Unwilling
to be this alone
I pull the last drink, draw
the last from your arm…
infected.

Now the moon moves too fast,
so much more mortal.
I am yours and not hers
not in love
but something simpler
our union mocking death
given and willing.

Watery pink streams wandering
dispatched to private destinations
to my hands and fingers cracking
open in blisters and cuts
and my mouth
begging for you
begging for more
the tongue travels secretly
and begs your body's blessing
chooses a way
above the flows of passion
subcutaneous rivers of a conscious body
that you have know explored forgotten
abandoned belittled.
Still I hover near in your darkness
your bare hold on awareness
worship over the slow, mildly passionate thighs
opening deeper
more darkness
covers pulled over our lazily swaying heads
tangled sweaty hair.

The desire of this flesh
from the dead ache of a desperation
is not to be alone in this dark day of birth.
We tighten beneath the sheets
a hard bump, a seed or chestnut.

Scratch rub but you can't reach
close just under the skin
can't take back the black clot
of our communal blood
of the lost dead souls who shared.
Sickly oblivion, we are ready, supine
All she asks or might ask is
given or promised already, surrendered
without speaking any pact aloud.

With distance
with enough time
the need in the blood runs cold
for that excitement that drove our fury
fading off to the distance
as if the memories never belonged…
half-taken from stories overheard
in cheap diners and payphones.

Death is no longer pink in the mind
but a lifeless gray
no longer running course
to the open hand which heals.
Death now is everywhere.
In me death is alive
now longing is our last threat.

Almost beloved
that I might touch you again…
most banished, rejected, poison, lovely
girl I dream to have…
dream to have rescued you
to stop this.
I cannot heal you
cannot heal even me.
Almost beloved
not even close to a perfect love
your need and dreams
cannot heal us.
I've lost the will to rise above
this makeshift scarecrow
of dying meat,
I cannot mend
but promise to stay
here with you
beyond the distractions of desire
misfortune and wandering…

I mix your blood with mine.

Out of sight but not of mind.
I look at the marks upon your legs and wonder how deep the cut really went.
I stare at the crissing and the angry crossing and think of better ways to vent.
The physical marks may fade through time but the mental scars will always stay.
I hope that I can make a mark on you of my own so you can see a better way.
A way of talk, a way of laughter, a way of touching the mind and the flesh and the soul.
Warmer than cold steel and more forgiving than the blade and a better way to fill the hole.

The Fascist Game.
Here in 2012 things are different than before  
Fascism is what lies in store.  
US Soldiers kicking down your door.  
The United states of America the well fueled Fascist dementia  
 
Enslaving the people to obey,  
Under the one state fascist government  
You must conform, Join the storm  
No more, liberty, freedom of speech  
 
Obama boasted world peace such a lie, that incompetent!
Sits on his throne full of contempt
You're so naive.  
Evil plans have been conceived  
 
Obama puts Hitler to shame. Welcome to the Fascist game!