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desire is a lonely streetcar
bolt the exit & seal the windows. stuff towels in the crack
under the kitchen door like Sylvia did when love had
destroyed her enough. then turn on the gas stove & fill
the air with the entrancing odor of oblivion.
if you live like a poet, you must die like a poet.
…before I get carried away, I drown my nobility in old
whiskey. there is always a bottle hidden among the dusty
novels in the oaken bookcase.
when I get very drunk, I’ll waste my last quarter on a
streetcar named desire. it goes nowhere, it goes slowly,
then it brings me back here.
back to where I’m surrounded by the trinkets of my existence:
intemperate wishes, broken dreams; & poems, so many
poems. I held love in my hands like a small bird, held it too
tightly, & crushed it to dust.
is it passion that draws us out of our morose cubicles & into
the wilderness, hunting with a sexual hunger, for a lover?
for lovers? how many of you have I spent brief moments with,
can you still feel my kiss on your lips? are your cheeks wet
with my tears?
Plath, in her ensuing dementia, reasoned that: ‘I think I made
you up inside my head.’ but I have no regret that you are there
somewhere; somewhere you are real. my journey to you is so
long & I can’t find my way.
the woman I sleep with is named Desiree…
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
Anonymous
5th Sep 2015 8:43pm
As poets we die a little with each poem created.
Fantastic poem John, this is what the good stuff is made of, created with passion and tossed to the winds.
Fantastic poem John, this is what the good stuff is made of, created with passion and tossed to the winds.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
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5th Sep 2015 8:47pm
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
5th Sep 2015 8:55pm
Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
5th Sep 2015 9:22pm
It felt to me like a journey of madness and sorrow, made wonderful by your amazing storytelling ability JF.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
5th Sep 2015 10:23pm
O o Feddler honey, I must leave you
with the markings of my dewclaw..
a beloved signature from me to you
Must you be my achings?
Shall return..
with the markings of my dewclaw..
a beloved signature from me to you
Must you be my achings?
Shall return..
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
5th Sep 2015 11:42pm
John! An excellent intro verse...crisp clear w. full intention...everything is always at the ready for the serious poet when entering our "to be or not to be" melancholy moments. When I get very drunk I spend my last quater on a streetcar named desire...uh huh dreaming&wishing my streetcar coming in the form flipping pages of designer clothes and decadent meals. Love our morose cublicles...yes passion draws us out...poets being freaks for passion and writing it all down *Can you still feel my kiss on your lips...my tears- this verse is soso real and written without preamble or pomp.
Plath the poet's poet...can't resist or Desiree...she must be uniquely beautiful as is this poem of yours.
Plath the poet's poet...can't resist or Desiree...she must be uniquely beautiful as is this poem of yours.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 00:46am
Johnny!
I knew this was gonna be explosive... smh
if you live like a poet, you must die like a poet.
…before I get carried away, I drown my nobility in old
whiskey. there is always a bottle hidden among the dusty
novels in the oaken bookcase.
when I get very drunk, I’ll waste my last quarter on a
streetcar named desire. it goes nowhere, it goes slowly,
then it brings me back here.
Absolutely Perfect!
in the list....
Zazzles xoxoxoxox
I knew this was gonna be explosive... smh
if you live like a poet, you must die like a poet.
…before I get carried away, I drown my nobility in old
whiskey. there is always a bottle hidden among the dusty
novels in the oaken bookcase.
when I get very drunk, I’ll waste my last quarter on a
streetcar named desire. it goes nowhere, it goes slowly,
then it brings me back here.
Absolutely Perfect!
in the list....
Zazzles xoxoxoxox
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 00:51am
Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 5:17am
Oh sir, after such a bad "welcome to majority" yesterday, this is a wonderful gift. Your words and Plath? Amazed, as always. And the things we made up inside our heads...are sometimes the things that keep us from going mad or the things that make us blissfully mad.
With love,
tpd.
With love,
tpd.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 7:12am
Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
Anonymous
6th Sep 2015 7:31am
*brilliant*
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 8:43am
"I held love in my hands like a small bird, held it too
tightly, & crushed it to dust. "
So many of us are guilty of that...never learning that true loving requires no holding at all, that love is given freely. Gads that line grabs me.
Excellent ending as well. This one speaks loudly to me.
tightly, & crushed it to dust. "
So many of us are guilty of that...never learning that true loving requires no holding at all, that love is given freely. Gads that line grabs me.
Excellent ending as well. This one speaks loudly to me.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 9:45am
I often wonder if I might be the exception to the rule as a poet. Through history and in the here and now, most seem to abuse some form of mind altering substance which is more often than not, when they write... I'm free of those things, albeit I have lived quite a tragic but now quiet life. My imagination is my drug and I do admit that is where I spend most of my time living. Wonderful thought provoking piece John.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 9:56am
Death by poetry, survive through poetry, live insired by poetry, die for not being able to be these great poets,
Too empty to be great. A poetic death, suicide.
This was the genius John on fire!!
Jennifer
Too empty to be great. A poetic death, suicide.
This was the genius John on fire!!
Jennifer
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 1:36pm
Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 4:30pm
really just a tremendous work, john, as others have said. a touch a Plath, a taste of the ever delicious Tennessee Williams, and more than a few universal truths all bound up in a darkly sexual poetic package. beautiful and potent, my friend.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
6th Sep 2015 6:49pm
"I held love in my hands like a small bird, held it too
tightly, & crushed it to dust. "
^^^^^
that!! jesus that alone would have just shattered me... asolutely loved this mister
tightly, & crushed it to dust. "
^^^^^
that!! jesus that alone would have just shattered me... asolutely loved this mister
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
Anonymous
7th Sep 2015 1:55am
Beautifully articulated despair. You're a master of words.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
7th Sep 2015 3:52am
I love this poem, and having Plath's depth at the core just sets my soul ablaze! Very powerful ink! Respectfully, blue angel
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
7th Sep 2015 7:40am
Nicely written a beautiful poem that speaks volumes about people that love to deeply or hard.
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
9th Sep 2015 9:17am
So, as much as you know how Plath effects me,
I will try to stick to my promise of not going there
again. d'accord mon chevalier?
Haaa, in wide open spaces.. who see's our breaths
rise & fall? hmm, do not think they could, even if
wanted or needed them to. But this is where my faith
is turbulent, distorted & dissolves at times. Yet, I do
believe in love, just too much then not enough.
" I’m surrounded by the trinkets of my existence:
intemperate wishes, broken dreams; & poems, so many
poems. I held love in my hands like a small bird, held it too
tightly, & crushed it to dust."
- -such a melancholic lady & never laying in that wooden
boat alone, not at all is she darling? I wonder, what
our conversations would be like... You actually allowed
me to do so. Much relief that journey was hand in hand.
"I think I made you up inside my head.’ but I
have no regret that you are there
somewhere; somewhere you are real. my
journey to you is so long & I can’t find my way. "
Must cut short, my beatings are becoming
somewhat rapid, but not like the other late
evening, I promise.
A beautiful but sadden felt tribune you have
in her honour & not just hers but many of
ours. Must thank you for this one, it was
a mirror turned into you reflecting back onto.
Such is hard see & digest, hurtful but has
to be done..especially when we lay on both
sides of 'Desiree'. This makes it easy to
see you over there, yet somehow fingers
& connection reigns as we lay on her
shoulders.. peer forth into because such
is needed, when "death" seems easier.
Yet, I must romanticized it that very word.
Dear dear ..."What is that speck in your eye?
I will try to stick to my promise of not going there
again. d'accord mon chevalier?
Haaa, in wide open spaces.. who see's our breaths
rise & fall? hmm, do not think they could, even if
wanted or needed them to. But this is where my faith
is turbulent, distorted & dissolves at times. Yet, I do
believe in love, just too much then not enough.
" I’m surrounded by the trinkets of my existence:
intemperate wishes, broken dreams; & poems, so many
poems. I held love in my hands like a small bird, held it too
tightly, & crushed it to dust."
- -such a melancholic lady & never laying in that wooden
boat alone, not at all is she darling? I wonder, what
our conversations would be like... You actually allowed
me to do so. Much relief that journey was hand in hand.
"I think I made you up inside my head.’ but I
have no regret that you are there
somewhere; somewhere you are real. my
journey to you is so long & I can’t find my way. "
Must cut short, my beatings are becoming
somewhat rapid, but not like the other late
evening, I promise.
A beautiful but sadden felt tribune you have
in her honour & not just hers but many of
ours. Must thank you for this one, it was
a mirror turned into you reflecting back onto.
Such is hard see & digest, hurtful but has
to be done..especially when we lay on both
sides of 'Desiree'. This makes it easy to
see you over there, yet somehow fingers
& connection reigns as we lay on her
shoulders.. peer forth into because such
is needed, when "death" seems easier.
Yet, I must romanticized it that very word.
Dear dear ..."What is that speck in your eye?
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Re. desire is a lonely streetcar
10th Sep 2015 6:05pm
How futile the path of desire!
Wonderful work, as always!
" I held love in my hands like a small bird, held it too
tightly, & crushed it to dust." I totally relate to this sentiment.
Wonderful work, as always!
" I held love in my hands like a small bird, held it too
tightly, & crushed it to dust." I totally relate to this sentiment.
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