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The Music Man

My beautiful ballerina Let your clothes slide off of you And leave them lying on the floor You won’t need them anymore Sit across my lap Facing me Rest your beautiful breast upon my lips While I take a deep breath And pull you into me Let your hands dance in my hair As I squeeze you tightly Wrapping my arms around you Letting my fingers tickle your spine Like a great musician Playing a cello Let our passion Bring us to a boil And melt our souls into one As our bodies ache with delight From the music we are making
— hobo, Apr 29, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Hi.Mmmmmm. My favourite

Hi. Mmmmmm. My favourite position. Shiva-Shakti. http://www.hocuspocus.co.uk/acatalog/Shiva_shakti8.jpg I would edit the ending and leave it at music. (*we are making* seems redundant.) ~A "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach
hobo

hobo

16 years 1 month ago

Mmmmmmmm My favourite

Lol I love your comment and the picture you sent me. thank you so much. I also think you maybe right about the last line. I will leave it the way it is and see if anyone else agrees. thank you so much for your comment
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

The position is called

The position is called *yab/yum*... Had a thought, how about the end being... *with the music we make*. Or leave it. The poem is wayyyyy cool either way. ~A "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Hobo

OK off to have a cold shower in the middle of the night ... I am going to leave it at that before I embarrass myself lol steaming hot poem btw lol love JayCee ("Quote:- Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale into insignificance. Addison Joseph")
hobo

hobo

16 years 1 month ago

Thanks JayCee

Thank you JayCee, a cold shower is high praise indeed lol. I am glad you like it
hobo

hobo

16 years 1 month ago

hot as hell

Thank you my friend, I like your title too haha. The truth about the capital letter at the start of each sentance is that I never put much thought into it either way. on my pc everytime I start a new sentance it automatically capitalizes the first letter. I will think about that. I am glad you like it :)
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anonymous1

16 years 1 month ago

On Caps and the Ending

Hi Hobo, I like this poem and the instrument/dancer metaphor. I've often wished I could be played with such skill as is demonstrated by the great guitar players like Satriani, Eric Clapton and Carlos Santana. My favorite line is: Wrapping my arms around you Letting my fingers tickle your spine Like a great musician Playing a cello On Caps for every line: This is a poetic device that may or may not be used. While capitalizing the first word of every line is traditional, it's become more of a preference. Here's an informative article by Poet Alberto Rios that others might enjoy: http://www.public.asu.edu/~aarios/resourcebank/capitalizing/ He writes, "Capitalizing the first word in a line is one of the traditional tools of poetry writing, and using or not using it is a decision that a poet should make after some consideration. But whatever the decision, the practice today is clearly personal." Then he goes on to explain why he uses this traditional tool in his poetry writing saying, "I myself have found meaning in doing so, and meaning is something to value wherever we find it." On "The Music Man" ending: The issue I have is with 'passion bring us to a boil' and 'melt our souls' because it's a departure from the metaphor the poem begins with, which is comparing making love to the act of playing a cello. It's as if The Music Man goes from playing in a symphony to cooking in the kitchen. If you were to continue the instrument/dancer metaphor with words such as symphony, crescendo, or some dance terms like allegro or arabesque and the like, I think this ending would complete the poem in a much better way. I hope you find this critique helpful. Let me know either way, since critiquing is every bit an important part of Neopoet Workshop as writing and posting poems. Thank you, Lisa
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ngaioBeck

16 years 1 month ago

Music Man

Very clever,(and warm) allegory.