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Esker Sep 14, 2015

ersatzicsm

falling
the tears pushed by
wind from your skies

rocking
leaning
tilting from the hips
I watched it
felt it
sitting
near
across
beneath
while you whispered
from your lips

pull up
before you hit
the shelter
scream fast
scream low
helter skelter

up and off
tottering
on the legs
fast feet
you move
amongst the
thugs
drooling
your great fleet

lovedly Sep 13, 2015

she extorts
and he proud
exorts
She kicks stones out on the road
they roll and roll
He sucks slow the cigarette
watching her from the corner
of her eyes
tank top and old soul
cinched up in all
her lovers
none satisfy what she
craves
the man with body
and eyes most brave

the creek drinks
shadows swaying
hypnotic
the slash of the
hot chrome
breath of exhaust
from exotics

shes rough and
rounded but
he stirs
the erotic

BettyBuff Sep 12, 2015

Cowley's Maxim

"I doubt all things in order to prove all things"...

Faith prompts action
farmers stomp
and reap
to sow salvation

How queer the skeptic
in me
to disprove
the faith eclectic

I have no spirit
I have nothing to prove

I have no intellect
I have nothing to learn

I have no love
I have nothing to hold

or so I think
but I could be wrong

Rula Sep 12, 2015

flows of emotions (Hiding emotions in metaphors)

What's that, once calm, inside her chest,
now overdoes the hums and bumps?
whene'er Julie would look to John
it throbs, it shivers in no rest.

And what's the reddish, blooming thing
that burns that part you call the cheeks?
As if the plains have rushed in red
when God decides to bring the spring.

scribbler Sep 11, 2015

DEER AND OTHER SCOUTING

Slowing to a tar and gravel stop
on a crumbling farm to market road
built to transport autumn's crop
truck by bulging truckful's load.
With trip- weary legs I disembark.

Four days ago this field held corn.
Three days ago steel picker came;
then it rained on the next morn.
This stubbly field is not the same
as last time I came here to park.

scribbler Sep 11, 2015

FROM SPOCK"S VIEWPOINT (metaphor shop poem)

I see all the things called emotions
Which defy all logic to me
people nearly crying oceans
from "sadness" or being "angry".

Tell me how one such as I
can determine how they "feel"
for no matter how I try
I can't comprehend "woe" or" Weal".

Is anger just like being burned
or is it cold as glacial ice?
Is joy like a new theorem learned
and exactly what is "nice"?

China Blue Sep 11, 2015

Musings of an android( emotions in metaphors workshop entry)

What manner of communication is this
your eyes do overflow with water
and what of this gesture
one human placing it’s mouth on the other

such a cacophony of sound
being emitted by this tiny human
and why do they jump up and down
on their bottom ends

Are all humans such a dark shade of red
I expect that they might being
to breathe fire
would they not burn up in flames

I did not think it possible
that the orifice from which sound emits
could stretch from side to side
what is this contortion

Geremia Sep 11, 2015

TESTING THE WATERS:

TESTING THE WATERS

I test the waters
carefully
with words chosen
singularly
my thoughts fall
as they come
silent to most
heard by some
or none
i never did hide
behind metaphor or rhyme.
no time
to add mystery
to a world mysterious.
Let the heart speak
its stillness
and the soul will listen

wesley snow Sep 11, 2015

What is hate? (metaphor workshop)

Projectiles rifle through me
as flying bugs of harm,
but then what I do see
must be a culture’s charm.

They kill each other as a sport,
I cannot ken the rules
nor can I see what it purports,
in fact it’s rather cruel.

They have a term that’s quite concise,
it seems to mean a lot,
though little of it seems precise
they’re joyful that they fought.

They call it war.