Archive for January 2nd, 2012
Poetic License is that part of the anatomy of Morning Erection that allows me to showcase some of the great poets that I find in my travels throughout the Internet. I have found that by posting works by other bloggers often brings more traffic to their site as well as mine and that is a good thing.
The schedule for Poetic License is the first Monday of each month. If you find a poem that touches you in some way either leave a comment for the author or visit their blog and let them know. I wrote a poem last year, December 17th and although it is not included in Poetic License, I have decided to post it. You will be able to see it January 9th. It’s titled, Dance With Me.
As with last year February is the only Poetic License with a theme. The theme is love and you will find poems that are sensual, sexy and erotic. A few of the poems in February are for the 18 and above crowd only.
by Trish Shishkura
We take so much longer to come home
in the cavern of distant voices,
magnified as they echo and bounce
from one wall to another.
Each drop that comes from the folds
of the clouds
— drips from the night sky
and onto the asphalt below.
We lay naked,
for everyone to see.
Yet they close their eyes.
We whisper, bite our lips.
Make sure nothing is heard
but heavy breathing
— and it takes us too long to come
home, where only you and I can
let whispers hum and grow
loud enough to let our voices
Avid For Desire
by Craig Watson
You notice me
Looking your way.
To my surprise.
You decided to speak.
You took my hand.
Softly whispered in my ear…
Follow me this way.
Is not a question.
Attraction is already there.
A brief encounter.
To obtain facts on one another.
Nothing really needed to be said.
Attraction is already there.
Body language was already read.
And truth be told…
I’m loving what it’s saying to me.
A Night of ecstasy.
Only to be left a memory!
A memory vivid in my mind.
You would think.
I’ve seen her recently.
She’s ingrained in my mind.
I want to feel those lips again.
Simply reliving the experience.
I can feel the warmth of her body.
As she pulls me close.
It’s a shame…
She’s nowhere to be found.
A Better Life
by Allison Grayhurst
In the beginning
I rode a burning steed,
crossed a violent river
and destroyed my home.
But now my footsteps are slower,
I never climb the rocks or chase
the landed hawk. I collect shells
for my garden and sing to the great
ocean’s waves. I take my children
along the shore and show them how to dance.
I tell them my tales of long ago, though
they offer no interest or praise.
But they love me like a petal does its stem,
each reaching to me to know the effort of
my arms. We eat fruit near the underbrush
then bury each seed, tenderly,
in the hot white sands.
by Jennay Marie
Passed efflorescence cautioned me about my seedpod wish
But ’tis the time for me to shine and begin my luxuriated bliss
I tunnel out my little sprout to peak out into my wander
And to my surprise
The sun is all mine
And she freely feeds my hunger
With my stretched out sprightly leaves radiating
Fuchsia on amethyst petals I conceived
I’m miraculous to my thieves
Who pluck me straight
With no restraint
And now I adorn their masterful plunder
by Marion Driessen
Life, you amaze me
of the unknown
into my perception
of non-virtual reality
I must catch these threads
and weave them
within my own tapestry
Spread or cut them
as I see fit
the patterns of truth
I share or not
to keep others
Life is living
Trust me enough
to let go
Happiness To Remember
by Marissa Hill
Sitting there amongst friends that night.
With your left hand you held mine so gently,
With your right you grazed the skin of my back.
Feeling so alive with you in that moment,
Blood pumping fast through my veins,
With the warmth of your body so close.
The spirit of the room was so high and free.
Everything surrounding was abuzz with noise,
But my attention was focused on you.
Your beauty lit up the skies so bright,
My mind and body were put at ease,
So I wandered away from the light and sounds.
A feeling arrived that I hadn’t felt before.
My blood slowed and my heart beat calmed,
And I lifted my head, found your eyes, and smiled.
On the left I was given protection,
On the right it was pure desire,
In between it all was a smile of perfection, and happiness to remember.
I can hear you crawling
Creeping under my bed
You start out as a voice
That replays in my head
That’s what scares me the most
“I won’t do it again”
Some words from my false oath
I can hear death whisper
As my temptation rises
The blade looks so comforting
In the midst of noises
“Take me away” I say
Of course, no one answers
And out of insanity,
I let out obnoxious laughter
I clench my fists tightly
Not knowing, nor caring
Where I am heading
“This is only a phase”
That’s what everybody says
I only allow the truth to comfort me
But not today
At this point, I know nothing
At this point, I wish you were with me
From this point, I feel nothing
From this point, you are with me
everything is okay.
During Nocturnal Canine Ablutions
by Words Asunder
the cool of dark
I gaze upward
my awe intense
at me in all my
I stand in
a light blinks
of my gaze
a bass line
and I retreat
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