For the month of April/poetry.......

even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
edited April 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I strode into the cafe
Wondering what went wrong
Feeling like a broken hearted loser
From that sappy love song
I ordered my favourite coffee
Found our favourite table
And I took a chair
Looked for your loving eyes
Of course you weren't there
My life is upside down
Since what we've been through
My coffee tastes bitter
I now know
The sweetener was you
You've changed your place in this world!
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    raindrops
    on the petals
    of the flower
    called my soul

    i can see all
    the little dew drops
    forming neatly
    in a row

    not to worry
    they are welcome
    they're my company
    to my lonliness

    all those raindrops
    on the petals
    of the flower
    called my soul
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i shall put an april fool's work up as soon as i can :)
  • Rain
    The drops remind me of tears
    They drench everything to the core
    Soaking, dripping, matting, running
    Down
    Each droplet sends out a rippling
    Becoming something larger, bigger
    Spreading, seeping, ingesting, entering
    In
    A drink for that which was long parched
    Waiting ever so patiently to be quenched
    Sprouting, blooming, growing, flowering
    Alive
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    (wrote this one year ago, yesterday)




    My desire's a rabbit
    in the presence of man
    laying perfectly still
    through blood-pounding channels

    and when all becomes quiet
    it leaps from its den
    it croaks under moonlight
    and washes it's hands

    and when daylight returns
    resolved to the warren
    it trades in its wonder
    for the earth and the ground
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    I have threemany sisters standing
    On the planet planting hope
    Pining Love, the sleeping dove
    Goes all too often unrequited

    In a comfort fade away
    Goes under-watched and under-watered
    Ignored in arrogance the sin
    Committed both by each the partner
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    People live
    People die
    People laugh
    People cry
    Didn't make the grade
    Heavy sigh
    School boy effort
    Give it a try
    Like what you see
    Why don't you buy
    Don't know the answer
    Jusk ask why
    Need a new colour
    Use the dye
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    pj poetry...

    transcendend
    knock on sand


    (funny how knowing the words makes all the difference ;))
  • The sun pops out for a while,
    A ton of flowers arise in style.
    The rain falls down so often,
    A puddle is inevitable to step in.
    The grass is a lush green,
    Soon be time for the sun screen.

    Time to remember a story,
    About death and glory.
    A story of new begining,
    And the start of a festive occasion.
    His hands stung by nails,
    As our belief sails.

    Hugging our family,
    Drinking cold drinks easily.
    Listening in on the rain,
    whilst we remember his pain.
    The sun shines a new life,
    In the season and our thoughts.

    The month is april,
    The rain begins to fall,
    The month is april,
    The sun begins to shine.
    The month is april,
    Hopefully i'm a sleep the first day :D
    I don't live today.....Maybe tomorrow?-Jimi Hendrix
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    :D
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    I saw your face in the mirror
    Just the memory of you
    Welled a tear
    Where are you now?
    Where did you go?
    The wrinkles on this face
    Hide a very good show
    Thirty years of fun and turmoil
    Thus, not to be forgotten
    Years ahead and years behind
    Destiny!
    I have yet to find
    Now I smile as you disappear
    To leave my image in the mirror
    Years have gone and years will come
    All thirty years
    I'd trade none
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    sitting on the porch
    throwing stones
    on the sidewalk
    for every time
    you've lied to me
    for every time
    we were supposed to see
    each other
    but we didn't
    throwing stones
    on my porch
    for your sorry face
    and your sorry lies
    your sorry sorry sorries
    and i just have to throw
    something
    something to throw
    to get my frustration
    out in the open
    i chose to throw rocks
    'cause that's what
    your head is
    filled with
    the clouds are closing in
    it's gonna rain again
    i feel those drops
    but i'm just going to sit here
    throwing rocks
    in your honor...
    my favorite heart
    breaker
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    glory be he sees so sleeping
    me upon a red night fair
    the renaissance
    the latent want
    to rest upon
    his gait
    await
    his return home
    my welcoming
    where i've laid down
    a path of petals
    lit up candlewaxed wicks flicker
    toes and tied up trippings
    tango toward oblivion's cool blissings

    he is tired, it is true
    for all the days work done and finished
    knowing pleasing, be pleased he
    my admiration
    his fine care

    for life's too short
    and when it's over
    pride we take in all so rested?
    not, but so in loving well
    reciprocates itself so sixfold
    smiles upon our crusty shells
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i'm digging the cadences, nast... nice twists... thank you :)
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    red were mine eyes,
    despair daggered my heart,
    alone, caught freezing alone,
    as the lightning cast light upon the truth that is shame,
    all that is sacred is no longer,
    and all that is wonder is gone.

    and yet the cold rain,
    pelting, soaking, waking me to confront myself,
    slapping me, freezing my skin,
    prompting me to take cover,
    to start over,
    to dispell the shame, dismiss her name and go on.

    i'm not yet ready for the sun and moon
    to shine in my corner of this cold space,
    it is mine and mine alone,
    and only the rain is welcome,
    for rain is my only friend,
    and shame is my only enemy.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    it's hard to believe
    the sun
    is in your heart
    when there are
    clouds
    in your soul
    let it rain
    today
    i'm done with
    you
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    When love kicks open a door
    Knocks you to the floor
    Fucks you like a whore
    Ask yourself
    What is it for?
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    I want to fly your heart
    like a kite
    and show it
    the world
    and the light
    of the springtime
    so even you
    can learn to breathe
    and learn to love
    and learn to fly
    free
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Just moved to Seattle, WAPosts: 12,078
    Kebab man
    stuck in a traffic jam
    trailing your kebab van
    when you pitch up on the corner
    and heat up the gas for the lamb
    and sit in your box
    with the meat turning
    and the chilis and red cabbage sitting in trays
    would you say it's nicer these days
    in April
    when it's not dark till about eight
    and you don't have to rely on the stove for heat
    and can sit out on the pavement
    with your tea towel over your shoulder
    talking to pretty women no longer in winter clothes?
    Does that cherry blossom stick to your van
    when it falls in a shower?
    Do daytime drinkers come and glower
    after their days drinking on the river?
    Is this your first April ever
    since you came over?
    How's April kebabbin' in Cambridge?
    Good? Yes?
    Yes?
    Good. :)
    Kebab man
    Kebab man
    Look, the traffic jam's movin';
    you'll soon be doner meat carving.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    wait up!
    let's go swinging
    in the park
    where we first
    kissed
    and try to touch the stars
    with each trip up
    i want to be disappointed
    with you
    when the swing falls back
    again
    and get excited every time
    we feel the wind in our face
    and see ourselves
    getting
    catapulted up
    toward the sky
    with every forward motion
    i want to fall in love
    with the sky
    like we fell in love
    that night
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • tenaciousAtenaciousA Posts: 604
    baby rabbits under trees
    and in cats meowths
    scream just like children
    knowing their bones and blood elude them
    soon and very soon

    lord i want to be like jesus
    in my heart, in my heart

    but i can't
    for i am not the son of man

    hold the door for me at least
    and i'll blindly
    puppet master
    submit to slaughter

    day in and day out
    i'll submit

    and tiptoe round your eggshell landmine

    oh god

    what's he going to say this time?


    and oh god why


    did
    i
    care?
    ~all is full of love~
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    The crowd settles into their seats
    A sea of the home team's colours is abound
    "Why don't you get on the bus back home!"
    Someone has spotted an enemy's sequence
    This heated rivalry has been passed down through the generations
    There's a quiet calm as only one anthem will be played this evening



    See you all on Monday! Enjoy your weekends!!!!!
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    my campfire blonde
    lay like
    cupped horseshoes
    on the inside
    of the tree ring
    encircling our time
    her face turned
    from the orange glow
    and pressed flat
    against my chest
    no room
    no cessating grip
    to leave me cold on her half
    the night air at my back
    the night air climbs
    the hackles of my neck
    and she
    my campfire blonde
    sucks complaints down her sleeping throat
    she stirs up the coals
    she takes up the rear
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    sweet nectar
    of life
    i wanted to die
    sweet
    like
    the sugar
    that lay on his
    lips
    sweet like
    me
    at the age of
    five
    sweet like
    your lies
    sweet like
    your lies
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Am I a rat?
    No gun started this race
    I forgot to bring my sneakers
    So how can I place?
    Where is the finish line?
    How long do I run?
    Some people come up short
    I'm not having fun yet
    Chasing the dream
    You laid down for me
    Stab you in the back
    All for the money
    I can find happiness
    Without the all mighty buck
    If your life needs the green back
    Good luck
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    04/12/04

    Love and Lonliness

    Love and Lonliness combined.
    Some ever shifting mixture of compassionate greed.
    The war bride left at dawn.
    The honeymooned morning after.
    Left with everything I left to read.
    Becoming the ghost
    The whispered want
    The whispering need.
    The vectored thought that breathes.
    Within. Without.
    Inside a knee.
    Outside stout and bold.
    For the time being ill-content to rest among the reeds
    Recording special forces saying "dawn waits for no one".
    There is no dying.
    It's amphibious.
    Enduring the sunscreened air at high noon
    And listening to a thunder's crash approaching.
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    The lion roars
    He knows of no technology
    It's a showdown
    He is warning you to back off
    The lion roars
    He knows of no technology
    His domain is shrinking
    He is crying to you to back off
    The lion roars
    He knows of no technology
    His hunt is lit up in the dead of night
    He is pleading with you to back off
    The gun roars
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    the sun finally shines
    upon this dreary neighborhood
    the clouds have scooted away
    and let the sun
    take center stage
    and let the warmthof it
    touch my skin
    and let my heart
    beat again
    oh spring
    you're here
    and i feel so much
    more whole
    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    Funny how you can hear the wind
    Forever, never see it
    Funny how you can hear your conscience
    Forever, doubting it
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    you're magical
    with your silly laugh
    i can feel your warmth
    when you say my name
    and it's spring
    in winter
    when you say my name
    spring in winter
    when you say my name
    spring in winter
    spring
    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    So I’m wearing the sweater I bought for my Grandma’s funeral.
    It might actually have been bought for Grandpa’s, I don’t know.
    It’s hard to separate the two.
    The understatement of the last century.
    Grandma had it bad for Grandpa since she started the first grade.
    She used to get in trouble for acting like a fool around him.
    She spent eighty years of her life loving that one man.
    Eighty fucking years, can you imagine it?
    Her eyes never wandered.
    Her love never faltered.
    There was never any talk of greener pastures.
    Never a rejection of any sort.
    These, my intelligent ancestors destined to never love but one other.
    The idea to me, a def-com 14 landmine a-bomb.
    Set your phasers to stun
    Train me
    Aim me
    Shoot that gun
    Now, I know I don’t have the whole story.
    But I held Grandma’s hand when he died.
    I held her as she cried.
    My eighty-seven year old friend who was a stranger to me, and I to her.
    I watched her life fade like a superaccelerated movie showing the earth and sky rust cars.
    She became more frail in the next two years and finally (and I’m certain not soon enough), she succumbed, fell under… was done.
    So…
    Now I feel alone.
    Grandma? Grandpa? Dad?
    If you have access to any strings up there… would you give ‘em a yank for me?
    Thanks.
    See you soon.




    (more ramblings than prose... but it's all i got... peace y'all)
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