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sultryevening · September 2003

So, this ones mine for spewing my prose out.
feel free to comment in any way you like
other than semiphore- cos i wont see it!
so here goes with no 1!

The windchimes I had dont ring here anymore
They're boxed up and taped down and taken away
they'll sound in a new house now
No more sweet laughter in this air to caress
the chimes and make them sing

This place is so quiet ,even the cats lost her voice.
At least she cant answer back

It once rang with happy laughter,
now I turn everything up to drown out
the incessant sound of nothing.
My feet tread heavy on the stairs.
If i echo, I can pretend some one else is here

Other than cat, and me
and my memory of windchimes.

Being Enlightened · September 2003

Lovely!

sultryevening · September 2003

Sweet June nothings that mean everything to me.
Im feeling 14 at 26, nervous glances,
anticipation, hoping to be there with you,
but dreading the consequence of parting.
I could have lain there all night
and held your hand.
Feeling safe and warm
shut in from all the harm
The fire warmed your back till I felt it burning
I would have burnt my hands gladly all night with yearning
What is, just "is" ,you so wonderfully put.
I hope I find this "is " is not an "isn't" ,and the
"Shouldn't" will be a " should have",
and "I did"

Being Enlightened · September 2003

I would have burnt my hands gladly all night with yearning.

I really like that line, keep 'em coming!

sultryevening · September 2003

thank you.!

sultryevening · September 2003

you killed a slug by accident tonight
an inadvertant step and his lights deceased
All i could think was how lucky he was
for I too would have died at your feet.

sultryevening · September 2003

I think right now
Yes I
Yes I think right now
I could kill a man for a biscuit
Such a cheap luxury missed so much when not there
Somehow theres nothing quite so crushing
as a bisciut barrel devoid of treats.
Crumbs. Who the fuck wants crumbs!
But you resign to it, and eat them anyway,
and gag
and choke
as they invade and scratch
at the back of your throat.

You'll reach for the milk, but thats all gone too.
CHRIST!!!! How much suffering can one lonely man take!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley · September 2003

Originally posted by sultryevening
I think right now
Yes I
Yes I think right now
I could kill a man for a biscuit
Such a cheap luxury missed so much when not there
Somehow theres nothing quite so crushing
as a bisciut barrel devoid of treats.
Crumbs. Who the fuck wants crumbs!
But you resign to it, and eat them anyway,
and gag
and choke
as they invade and scratch
at the back of your throat.

You'll reach for the milk, but thats all gone too.
CHRIST!!!! How much suffering can one lonely man take!

Got milk?

The biscuit company would loooove to have you as they're spokesman.

sultryevening · September 2003

i used to have a job being the smashing orangey bit in Jaffa cakes but i was fired for turning a bit sour one day.
i plan revenge one day!

until then ill hide in disguise as one of the wafers in a KIT KAT Krunchy untill them time is right

oh yes , my day will come

Radar(Baba)O'Riley · September 2003

I like the passive reflection of the first one. It reminded me of the house in Hellraiser for some reason. Don't know why.

I liked the loving tenderness of the "Is and Why" poem. I seek enlightenment on one thing, though. It starts off in June, and then there's talk of snuggling by a fire. Are Junes in Manchester that chilly to warrant a fire? Or was this a flashback moment?

As B. E. wrote, I, too, liked:

"The fire warmed your back till I felt it burning
I would have burnt my hands gladly all night with yearning"

Also like the eye rhyme of warm and harm in the previous lines.

"Slug" was strangely romantic.

sultryevening · September 2003

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
I like the passive reflection of the first one. It reminded me of the house in Hellraiser for some reason. Don't know why.

I liked the loving tenderness of the "Is and Why" poem. I seek enlightenment on one thing, though. It starts off in June, and then there's talk of snuggling by a fire. Are Junes in Manchester that chilly to warrant a fire? Or was this a flashback moment?

As B. E. wrote, I, too, liked:

"The fire warmed your back till I felt it burning
I would have burnt my hands gladly all night with yearning"

Also like the eye rhyme of warm and harm in the previous lines.

"Slug" was strangely romantic.

Hellraiser - Shit!!
that was actually how my house felt after me and my wife broke up!

yes, even in June we needed a fire

and yes the night Slug happened was possibly one of the most romantic times of my life- sadly that didnt work out. and we are now just friends- same person was refered to in Restraint and Girl of the City posted earlier on here - oh and Vinyards

sultryevening · September 2003

Vinyards

Darling friend
I am missing you so much
I'm constantly learning
learning myself
finding a path
I want to walk along it with you
I want to find each other together
I have imagined and dreamt of all the celebrations your having
and see myself there with you.
I'm gazing at the stars
one in particular, a glowing red dot
I wish I knew you were looking at the same one
Driving through French towns and villages
stopping in coloured fields and preety cafes.
plucking grapes from vinyards heady with scent.
Please dont fall in love with him
make the myths with me

sultryevening · September 2003

just reposting as they feel better when put in closer context with the other ones

To the girl of the city

Vibrant, light, whimsical,
Musical and bright
You enthuse those around you
About the city streets

The buildings and spires sing out
When caressed by rare sunshine.
The light in your eyes
Is mirrored by the many that laugh
And sing whilst they walk about

Your joy is felt in the fireworks that shone
Over the town.
I never truly appreciated these streets
And buildings till I met you.

Street scenes and fruit dealers
Cry out
I see your love of this place all around.

sultryevening · September 2003

I returned to the rock today
Ten years have passed since I sat
on your cool surface and gazed
about slack jawed at this place.

Immovable proud majesty
green hills and grey mountains
tops shrouded by mist
as if to hide their most private secrets.

the river, strong and gathering pace,
gaining strength as it comes ,
down to where the people are.
waiting to release itself.

Calmer on top,
a stream at peace with itself
ebbing and flowing
dash me like a stone

bracken, heather tears at my feet
impeding passage, but I'll not stop.
My eyes have not had their fill.

Bluebells chatter and giggle amongst themselves,
whilst honeysuckle cranes it's neck
to seek approval from the sun.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley · September 2003

My, sultry, what a big . . . thread you have.

I don't need the Travel Channel anymore.
Your poems take me places

sultryevening · September 2003

so long as they dont take you from behind, im happy!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley · September 2003

Originally posted by sultryevening
so long as they dont take you from behind, im happy!

you siiiiiick little monkey

sultryevening · September 2003

kind of an elfy sex type poem! if you like that sort of thing- which i do- ooh pointy ears baby!!!

Sleeping at the edge of the river
She came to come
Stepped naked out of the swirling current
And took me

I would have gone willingly and with consent
But I was taken and borne upon her back to her hive
Her shining eyes reflect the bright emerald past
From which she rose

I was lain in a glade with orchids
Twisting my wrists and neck
The air heavy with perfume scent and sex
Sweet ecstasy as she drank me dry
Frenzied, yet slow and languid
Her tongue lashed me a thousand times
And i begged for more

Terrifying orgasm, as buds dripped with honey and poison
Astride me, she laughed
A laugh as haunting as the ocean
And as enchanting as a sigh in the dark

Then I was cast back and as she turned away
The moon shone on her pale white back
Cold curves and skin of lunar light

"Wait!" cried I.
"If you are done with my body and my soul, then finish me.
Leave me drowned in your love and dying, for this 'little death'
is injustice. I cannot live having known such erotic love and pain!"

Oh sweet pleasure nymph
Dangerous love
Angel of sex
Return.!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley · September 2003

you siiiiiiick little monkey, part 2

sultryevening · September 2003

its not sick is it?
id always thought that poem was kinda beautiful!
if i do say so me self!
oh well

setaside2 · September 2003

Why sultry... you prolific prose-ist.

"If i echo, I can pretend some one else is here"

I know the feeling, as my wife and I are also splitting up.

And I really dig your stuff, sir. However, as I am sitting down, it isn't possible for it to take me from behind.

I agree with the sick little monkey thought.

but only because I care.

seta

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