Neo-nights

Kick ass poem. The last line will stay with me forever, moonman. "I dream the fitful sleep of too many beds." But first let me tell you a little secret....in sleep there is nothing but a love fest..all we have to do is remove our human inhibitions....that's what Gods and Goddesses do. ;-) Love. ~A "The way you make love is the way God will be with you." Rumi

Damn fine write here. Somehow I seem to lose track of those blasted inhibitions also and frolic wantonly through the petals of love. Well done. man, you are writing winner after winner lately. I don't know what's wrong with you, but I hope you don't cure it. Respectfully, Rett: Hug a logger, you'll never go back to trees! For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

As Rett said, I don't know what's wrong with you, but don't find a cure. This is my favorite, yet, of your work. I can't pick a favorite line or stanza, but can relate to, I guess, all. Always, D.

Richard, I just want to acknowledge your gift of painting a very vivid picture of society at its rawest and make it sound so beautiful and lyrical. You are a master of the written word and I will continue to read your work. KEEP IT UP, PLEASE!!! Michelle

the drunk and the whore combination well brought out. lines are of elegance. shan

I know what you're getting at with this poem and I think you've done it very well.

Umm.... Wow. I'm speechless. Beautiful work.

awesome write brother! what a poem I can see this spoken at a reading nite nice Richard was at a bookstore a few days past and saw a book by Kerouck and William Burroughs called "And the Hippos were Boiled in their tanks" from 1953 they got the title from a news clipping the book was about one of their associated who murdered another fellow whom he was enamoured with I read the greats but never got into this kind of adult material but I love the writers and have heard a lot but never read Burroughs yet Im just getting into Poetry and your poetry here is Poetry amazing!!!

Good one. I told you before, you just keep on getting better. Sincerely, Linda

Congrats on spotlight, completely deserving as is every spotlight poem. Dig the title too "Neo-nights" completely befitting! What's not to love! Rett said it best, what ever you have don't cure....but I'm sure we could all do with it if you shared *pokes Richard with a moon beam hint* hehehehe Great write, Richard, keep rockin it. Peace N Love Katie

definitely a fiver there moon. I loved the last three lines. excellent stuff. I remember when I used to get high all the time. I used to draw and write endlessly. I don't draw so much anymore. I don't write as much either. I think the drunk or the high.. they do write so differently and so much more vividly. it's weird, but it isn't. in health when we were on the substance use/abuse unit, we were told so many times that drinking or getting high.. your inhibitions are just gone. I kind of like that about it but I don't at the same time. kudos moon, for making me think and for an excellent poem.. again. :) --> "I have opinions of my own, strong opinions, but I don't always agree with them." - George W. Bush <--

I have been following your poetry since joining neopoet. The first stanza of this poem is not merely excellent, but exceptional: Metered for fluidness we gather… seeking praises for unlived stanzas, almost circumstances and deep-fondled moments. Gradually, the poem drifts back to old haunts. Poets are often motivated by pain to write. Olya certainly is a pain oriented writer. Here I will write intimately without permission: better to describe pain than name it succinctly; better to colour, texture, swirl or even stab it. Poetry can be a way of finding peers or writing. I think they are not exclusive ends and you have the fire of a writer in you. regards, bjp

Hey Richard, I want to hug you for this & dance about with the joy of getting something that is so illusive pinned (& penned) so eloquently... Halleluejah indeed! I loved this - every line, all the myriad of sensations & comfort I took from it, all the well trodden paths of familiar you paint here... You have sung us all in your poem, I almost want to weep... Lovely, lovely, lovely!!!~ Thank you. xxx Anni ~~~ "Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving". ~Kahlil Gibran

I just read this 30 min ago and now its in the spotlight! Good job and congrats! :) Peace!

Another awsome write. Congradulations for making it into the spotlight. Keep up the BEAUTIFUL work of art. Take care of yourself. Your Friend, Pixee

I had missed this post ... I am very sorry I did now LOL ... You got my attention right from the get go "metred for fluidness we gather" ... Also you know very well I am no critic but the flow of this was perfect for me ... And like others who write and read poetry I think you captured the mood with eloquence ... Beautiful write hun ... Love and Light JayC x x

Richard, I see I am rather late to this party but believe me, I'm ever so happy I got here! :) Loved the poem, you have the processes and experiences of the writer and the reader here, the whole shabang, effortlessly wrapped up in these exquisite words of yours, reflecting all of us and how it feels to be even a little part of this tribe, wonderful job moonman, much love b xx

write here, Richard. And coming from here a confirmed diabetic, that's high praise indeed. Your pieces're gettin' richer'n richer. Didn't know you had so much wealth. And you're quite well deservin' of it, you know. Yours, Chuck

how did I miss this? have I been gone that long?? again??? this is your best one, probably your best one ever. oh Mr. Moonman, this piece leaves such a deep impact. it seems I will not be the only one coming back to read this again and again. HUGE poetry, sir. your Proprietress

there Richard and am looking forward to more, also more stories from those what was it Drunks and ladies of the night LOL Sorry I missed it as it came on Stream. Await the bedtime stories, Yours With great respect, Ian

I didn’t get back to comment on this. I wrote one and lost it, was frustrated …. Was going to try again later and didn’t.. oh well, here now! I really like your depiction of poets/writers. The way emotion and words are gathered to be put down in ways that help make meaning out of the everyday and not everyday. More than that though… ‘Among the array’.. the drunk, the whore, the real.. So many different backgrounds and types of people who express everything from a to z. Sometimes the words of others we read do flitter along our dreams and our own words play along in our head, keeping us from sleep. Great poem Richard! Always, Tonya

carnival the travel routes full of grease stained maps and fingered filigree tatooes and scars the eyes etched with wild suns and burning nights the flames touching guttural speech tragic to monotonous cartridge emotions sadistic perfumes blister packs of radiant exhaustions and pop top wonderland the all night drugstore candywhore the nighttime jocks with needs to score filiments that burn hot when you touch reaching for the switch not knowing the blind is within not without Richard you may know you poet writing scapes of scenes

Richard you have grown as a poet more than most on this site. I just love your superb honesty and the ability to express it without pretension. And this poem touched me. cheers, Jess Forever unwrapping the eternal present.

Moon~I'm in awe. I have no words that have not been said. Congrats! _____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous