A poetry thread

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Hadn't seen one of these in a while, so, while I'm still relatively uninhibited...
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screen-saver skies
pyrex pond beside,
a symphony of bees lull a sunny cat
upsidedown grassy splendor

One lazy angel stirs the air
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[roughsatori]

1. Auto-Eroticism

Auto-Eroticism



how many hands
have been under
David’s fig leaf?

drops of sweat
on the marble chest
licked

by bored school boys
who looked up
from The History of Art

raising their hands
for permission to go
to the lavatory

to bite the stone
tongue
while the leaf
drops

[Droopy]

2. I'll give it a go

I am speechless
words escape me
unmoved and doubtful
can you help me find my voice?
Wondering through my days
without any conversation
I never know what to say
trapped in nothingness
wanting to be free
but I've lost my imagination
I can't break these chains
that hold my mouth shut
my brain is locked
never will I be

[Malva Zebrina]

3. . no subject

surely there is little

to question

or even to comtemplate

when you know

that there is a thing

that you have always

ever

cherished--secretly.

and keep secret

you think.

it is your

self

your

self

[Neoplatonist]

4. Spirit of the West

As the sun breaks above the horizon,
I sit and gaze at the canyon walls.
And I ponder how long it took the Lord
to create this amazing spectacle.
The reds blend splendidly into the greys
and the stones sit perched atop their bands.
An array of clay-colored gems,
topped off by rapids running through its vein.
High above, an eagle soars, looking down on me with folklore.
I feel as if I am a Cherokee, but a Cherokee I am not.
I almost wish I could die here, for it is the perfect place.
No sounds of cars, people, nor airplanes,
just the blend of the canyon winds.
The canyon is a marvel to behold, too few will ever get the chance.
To walk its banks of cliffs you will learn; how small we really are.
If only the world were as this canyon is, protected by itself.
Rugged, deep, and barren, yet accepts itself for what it is
and always was a spirit within itself, an American canyon.