For the poets, blood

gue_barium

I just had a thought, an inspiration. What beats blood? Not that it is thicker than water so much, yet, it carries the DNA, it involves the adrenaline...some can't see past the disease, or the race that it carries.... Passions and oxygen, sneezes or, perhaps, blushes. Dying. Living. This component that mosquitoes and sharks thirst for.

Somebody needs to write some words about this.

FinsburyParkCarrots

gue_barium wrote:

What beats blood?

Polonium-210.
Get dosed with that: what then?

Jeremy1012

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Polonium-210.
Get dosed with that: what then?

oh, good ol' current affairs jokes. I'm sure he's laughing wherever he is

moreandmore

paint Ed big
soaks the pages



Blood

The old roast rotted
inside the RV's fridge,
in the dark. For months...
Corky opened the door
and every dog on the block barked.


Blood

We begin immersed,
not swimming, not breathing
but rolling and being
and listening to life's beat echo
louder than anything else.
If our senses worked better
we'd see red.


Blood

Pushed out of the square
with incredible force
It zips up Main Street
Left turn at Fourth
Right now onto Broadway
then up Second's alley
Slowing and knocking
on Love's cargo doorway

moreandmore

that's meant to be three separate poems.
sorry

FinsburyParkCarrots

moreandmore wrote:

that's meant to be three separate poems.
sorry

I kind of like the way it turned out.

Jamal

she dreams in colour, she dreams in red
thinks of all the blood she's shed
boiling thick, she drowns in tears
for life and death
upon her bed

moreandmore

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

I kind of like the way it turned out.

hmm... thanks!

I could write a hundred little blood poems.


Jamal, you jacked my senses putting that Betterman reference up. Wow...
(miscarriages? eep!)

Jamal

moreandmore wrote:

hmm... thanks!

I could write a hundred little blood poems.

Jamal, you jacked my senses putting that Betterman reference up. Wow...
(miscarriages? eep!)

1) plz do write a hundred
2) is that a good thing?
seemed like an appropriate line from betterman to continue into something way off topic

Kovo

A heart beats blood. No? Too corny?

gue_barium

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

I kind of like the way it turned out.

Me, too.

california girl

kotex longs
playtex tampons
shaped for thongs
light days
obo
with wings
more absorbent
thick or thins
cramps
chills
headaches
midol pills
28 days
roller coaster ride
you'll get your red wings
as you bravely preside
over that tender mound
to help her feel better
and bring a towel
so she don't get wetter
might need tea
a hot water bottle
blankets and sympathy
just a cuddle
a kiss for your lady
lucky again
not expecting a baby

moreandmore

Kovo wrote:

A heart beats blood. No? Too corny?

No! Write it, Kovo!

moreandmore

Jamal wrote:

2) is that a good thing?

I like poetry that jacks with my body. Visceral.
It's good. Like watching action films... yeah.

I think it's so cool being on here and being able to throw a PJ reference into poetry. Those songs have colours and auras to them that we all know intimately. It's like instant-emotion. Good Stuff

FinsburyParkCarrots

I eees dah rasta cyberman
I worship Cyber Jah
I smoke dee Cyber 'erb an' plan
a cyber empire, far
I write dah cyber poems for
mah cybers in dah hood
but mah poems ain't got nothin' raw:
ah got no cyber blood

Gimme cyber blood and stuff
tah get dah cyber troops
all hyped tah get all pumped and tough
and teamed in cyber groups

Tah conquer eart', dat mudder eart',
dah land of weed and wimmins
Give us blood, and we will spurt
great verse, wid alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll dah trimmins!

http://web.telia.com/~u87744220/cyberman.jpg

moreandmore

such a simple thing to see
the evidence of injury
unlike contusion to the heart
the skin's a simple ruddy tart
that cries thick red. "crimson". sticky
opposed to tears. common. Icky.
new poets bleed like skin, a sore
old poets never come to shore
for they prefer to swim in itch
words in strings. suture. stitch

gue_barium

moreandmore wrote:

such a simple thing to see
the evidence of injury
unlike contusion to the heart
the skin's a simple ruddy tart
that cries thick red. "crimson". sticky
opposed to tears. common. Icky.
new poets bleed like skin, a sore
old poets never come to shore
for they prefer to swim in itch
words in strings. suture. stitch

Holy Blood Clot Batman, I think we have a winner!

I like this one. Good rhythm and mood. Good turn of phrase there at the end.

catefrances

she holds her hands out towards him. he takes them in his. turns them over, her palms exposed. he sees. she pulls away from him horrified. but he does not believe. she knew he wouldn't. why should he when she doesn't understand. she woke that morning with a clear head, something she hadn't done for so long she can't recall such clarity. he figured it was some perverse joke. the look on her face told him otherwise. how could this be, he wondered. all the time he had known her, she had been an atheist. why would she be the one chosen. why would He choose her to show his hand. the only time he heard her say His name was in anger or ectasy. she was the most irreligious person he had ever known. yet here she was standing in front of him, bleeding from the marks of christ.

reeferchief

Blood is shed
tears are cried
within my heart
an angel has died
my pride is pouring
as my wings soar
the blood now dripping
from the open pore
to be seen this naked
to have it all on the line
intimidations fleeting,
I must stand high.

moreandmore

these are all wonderful... cate & reefer & fins

thanks gue (the holy blot clot thing made me laugh!)

catefrances

blood is life
blood is death
she opens her veins
lays down to rest
everything she thought she knew
has flown away because of you
she can't think straight
perhaps even, not at all
she hears faint footsteps coming down the hall
she closes her eyes and wills the darkness to come
she longs for the end of a race she never could run
so when you find her, please don't feel bitter
she tried to relieve it other ways, but it just wasn't within her.