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Poetic License – December 2010

Poetic License is that part of Morning Erection that allows me to showcase some of the great poets that I found in my travels throughout the Internet. I have found that by posting works by other bloggers often brings more traffic to their site and that is a good thing. If you missed the first Poetic License, please check it out.

Each month I will share seven poems with you from other bloggers, mostly from the WordPress community and one from myself. If you like poetry, I hope you come back each month for more! Beginning in January Poetic License will be featured on the first Monday of each month.

Be advised that I am looking for sensual, sexy and erotic poems for February since it is the month of love. If you write or are aware of someone who writes such poetry, please let me know whom.

 


A New Me
by Ms. Peaches

Revelations of realizations
Make me see the realities
Of what it means to become
The greatest me that I can be
Blessing unknown obedience
To the one up above bring me
Full circle to a place I once
Previously started but now
Again I head back in that direction
Only I move forward without
Haste or feelings of judgment
From ones who know nothing
Of what it is that makes me me!


If You Were You
by Shannon Schaefer

If you were a river
I’d be your canyon
Holding you close
But letting you run free

If you were a wave
I’d be the moon
Pulling you in
When you need to crash

If you were you
And if I was me
I’d love you forever
Just wait and see

If you were a carrot
I’d be your dirt
Keeping you safe
And helping you grow

If you were a pencil
I’d be your paper
Giving you a space
To tell your story

If you were you
And if I was me
I’d love you forever
Just wait and see

Times when you’re dark
I’ll be your light
Brightening up
The whole night sky

Times when you’re unsure
I’ll be your certainty
Adding exclamations
To your question marks

If you were you
And if I was me
I’d love you forever
Just wait and see


Raindrop Memories
by Desiree

Our clothes were soaking wet
From running through the rain

Still he kept smiling
And kept on dancing
Raindrop memories to never forget

When the rain passed, so did he
But the footsteps he left
Will always remain

But even though it looks
As rain has faded
It’s never ever really gone

And so
I’ll keep running outside forever
Waiting for the raindrops
To wet his hair
To drench mine as well
And kiss my cheeks
Like I wanted to kiss his too


Within Heaven’s Arms
by Charles Wm. Martin and Toni L. A. Cross

this child that you see
cannot cry again
nor wait for promises
to be kept
alone in the dark
shivering for fear
a blue map of bruises
pale tender skin
holding an old doll
as ragged as her dreams
praying to a god
known only from a tv show
god, please make me good
so my momma won’t
be mad no more
sorry i’m so bad
but as she prayed
an angels voice whispered
my dear child you did
nothing wrong at all
she snuffled her tiny nose
and blinked blue watery eyes
her shivers skittered away
like mice into the corners
she could not believe her eyes
for in front of her kneeling near
was the glowing  form of an angel
whose voice was soft and clear
be it a dream
or substance of light
her life was changed
in a moment that night
for the angel caressing with wings of white
said softly rest now my child
have no fright for tomorrow i shall
show you such wondrous sights
the way things should be
all wrong made right
beauty pulled out of pain
tormented souls made whole and sane


One Thousand Hearts
by Adrienne

I want to make you smile even when your frown seems permanently set in place
I’ll pour all my love into you until all the pain in your heart is erased
Without truly knowing or questioning why
I find all the answers right there in your eyes
I could try, but I could never find an understanding more clear
Then the understanding between our souls that draw us here

Even in September through all the fall, winter, and spring
Your love makes it feel like summer
through all the Joy and warmth you bring
To feel your lips as sweet as honey suckle against mine
It stops every thing around me, literally every second in time

You illuminate my world brighter then the sun could ever be
More precious  then any jewel, star, or stone to me
I wish I could love you with the love of a thousand hearts
I’d fill them all with you every part
But I hope the one heart I have will do
Because no one will ever love you the way that I do

After You
by Prinsesa Musang

The rain fell earnestly as I go back to
the door that opened the room I had left
for so long, for fear and uncertainty.
I cannot see you.
There is nothing here but empty spaces,
and I let out a small sigh,
both of frustration and satisfaction. You had
always been my despair and my delight.

The silence, and coldness, that I see here,
coming back now, wreathed around
me like a long lost friend, as I see myself
reflected in the mirror we put up ourselves,
tiny, and broken as the last fragments of the mirror
fall into a crash… and I see the real me
pretending to be strong, pretending
what happened was not real.

My Invisible Scars
by Callmeams

You made me promise not to tell
All the time you put me through hell
Made me feel like it was my fault
Made me ashamed that I didn’t make it halt
What about your promises broken
Some aloud and some unspoken
To love and protect me and keep me from harm
It seems everyone was blinded by your charm
But I know the truth behind your lies
I see the sinister in your eyes
You I love and you I hate
To others I can no longer relate
Torn asunder, my soul battered
My scars invisible, like I never mattered

Vastness Of Space And Time
by Tom Baker

Cold
Devoid of form
Dark and foreboding
It’s massiveness is beyond infinity

Beautiful
Spherical brilliance the way light travels
Celestial wonderment
Quantum leaps and gravitational bounds

Heavens
Stars a billion here and a billion there
A billion galaxies; nebulae, stars, planets
Rocks will declare the glory even if you won’t.


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Poetic License – November 2010

Poetic License is that part of Morning Erection that allows me to showcase some of the great poets that I found in my travels throughout the Internet. I have found that by posting works by other bloggers often brings more traffic to their site and that is a good thing. If you missed the first Poetic License, please check it out.

Each month I will share seven poems with you from other bloggers, mostly from the WordPress community and one from myself. If you like poetry, I hope you come back each month for more! Beginning in January Poetic License will be featured on the first day of each month.

This month’s Poetic License features the normal seven poets but this month two of the poets are sisters, Karina and Isamar.

Stained Glass
by David Jones

Fingerprints
On my window
Reflecting
Stained glass
Randomness
Blurring
The light of day
Like frosted
Memories
Reaching out
From my past
Seeking to touch
My psyche
One last time


Basic Decency
by Sina Saberi

We don’t have to talk with words
Our actions speak in many colors

Our manner shows what our inner holds
And speaks so loud though we keep it hither

We show our inner, out in the open
Our outer lies though, at times, it’s okay

We speak of lies, of blue and purple
Our heart but glows with golden orange

I lie not now, I have never ever !
To me at times; to you but never

I utter none, though I do quite often
So close you ears, keep your eyes wide open

I play my part, I spill my heart
I do it every single minute

Just open up and read my message
Rip your soul and feel me damaged

I’m here today and I’ve become
What my thoughts are; what my actions are

See what I do and that’s who I am
That’s who I am; so, nice to meet you!


My Last Day
by Kimberly LaRocca

I would wake up a little late
Open my eyes
Gazing upon your face
Make love to you
Without saying a word
Not worry about
What could be heard

I would call in sick
Enjoy the day
Take a walk on the beach
Or by the bay
Hold your hand
Our fingers intertwined
Me in your heart

You on my mind
I would make a meal
For you and I
Feed you by hand
Sitting by your side
Wash your feet
Late that night

Silently gazing
In your eyes
I would promise you
My love always
And that id never leave
Forever stay
We’d live this way eternally, id say

That’s how I would spend
My last day


You Should Have Said No…
by Karina Sparks

You should have said no
You should have stayed by my side
you shouldn’t have been blinded by fake love
you shouldn’t have stayed and not walk into her arms
do you not see the tears run down my cheeks?

Do you not see my love for you?

Do you not see the mistake you are making?
You walk away with my heart in your hands
it breaks into pieces with each step you take towards her…
as you walk into her open arms my heart finally dissolves into dust
but in the end is she worth it?


Listen Dear Heart
by SaFire Mirza

Someone should tell the heart to give up
The battle ended before it even begun
Lines have already been drawn
White flags hung out to dry

Someone should tell the heart
Destiny cannot be averted
You tried switching the scroll
Piercing the lines of your hands

But here you are
standing in the same place
saying the same words
feeling the same pain
Smiling the same smile
wiping the same bitter sweet tears
dreaming the same elusive dreams

You will walk on the same path
jump over the same old fence
Breathe in the familiar
scent of grass wet with dew
smile wistfully at the orange glow
crunch the same autumn under your shoes
wrap the same scarf
entwine the same gloved fists
Dream the same elusive dream

together…

and fear

being left alone..

catch the breath in your dry throat
hear the heart gallop miles per second

Someone should tell the heart
to not make itself bleed
to not try to
foolishly avoid the inevitable
to not run away
you will look back..

Someone should tell the heart
where the souls are connected
letting go
would render you incomplete
living alone is not an option
and if it is made a choice
you will be one of those ghosts
who did not listen to their
Heart.


Goodbye
by Isamar Sparks

Here we are, under the rain with tears running down my face
with pain growing on my chest
as my hands hold my heart silently falling apart
holding back not to regret I won’t forget the endless nights
here we are with a gaze of no love a gaze we could no longer hide
hold me for the last time let me hear your heart
here and now as the cold wind blows my hair it whispers hope
tears born on those eyes who saw my soul
here we slowly turn away leaving a memory behind as we softly say goodbye.


Captured
by Rockhead

Like you counted
The hairs upon my head
You caught
Every single tear I shed
Like you separated
My transgressions from me
You spread your arms wide
And sacrificed yourself for me
You rose upon my life
Like the sun
With healing on your wings
You sent your rain down
Love poured down
From your eyes to mine
Enraptured and captured
I bask in all of You

Forsaken
by Tom Baker

Alone, abandoned in the rain
Resting on this cold park bench
The wind whips by without a word
Picks me up and carries me away
Time creeps by as I grow older
My flesh withers and my skin wrinkles

Sol plays less and less with me now
I miss its warmth and comforting touch
I miss my family and friends scattered all over
The times I remember spent just hangin’ around
Help me, I’ve fallen and can’t get back up
Such is the life of a leaf at this time of year…

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Poetic License – October 2010

Poetic License is that part of Morning Erection that allows me to showcase some of the great poets that I found in my travels throughout the Internet. I have found that by posting works by other bloggers often brings more traffic to their site and that is a good thing. If you missed the first Poetic License, please check it out.

Each month I will share seven poems with you from other bloggers and one from myself. If you like poetry, I hope you come back each month for more!

These Three Words
by MoZaic

These three words
powerful and sweet
speak volumes much
louder than crowds
& softer than whispers

These three words
cause hurt & pain
cut deeper than
razors leaves
wounds open
wider than
the Atlantic

These three words
I can’t live without
hearing or feeling
expressing or receiving

These three words
are reserved only
for you the one
the only the one
I need the one
I want the one
I give it
to freely
you

These three words
I Love You

Why I Write
by Shelbie M. Moore

Someone once asked me
“What do you want to do with your life?”
I thought and said, “I want to write”
“Write what?” they asked
Here’s what I responded

I don’t want to write what’s been written
I don’t want to create a story that everyone’s heard
I want to be original
I want to be important
I want my mind to matter over my body
I want to be judged for my allusions, motifs, and hyperboles
I want to be known for the rhythm my tongue makes
As it literally rolls under my words
I want to influence using only my vocabulary
I want to have a dream
I want to make women feel phenomenal
I want to write by any means necessary

I want to make people feel every cliché
ever written by an author or poet
I want my readers’ blood to pump
I want to make their adrenaline sprint through their veins as their heart physically skips beats
I want people to blink back tears and think of their lovers as I recite words such as
“Everyone has their flaws
but yours are so microscopic I don’t feel the need to point them out”
I want my phrases to build marriages
And comfort divorces
I want my rhymes to make a guy reminisce on that one special kiss
That makes him regret every mistake he’s made
I want to piss off the men and women who’ve wronged me and I’ll use their tears to fill the ink in my pen

I want families to read my poems on holidays
I want grandmothers to recite my stories by heart
I want to be remembered for the talent I possessed
I want to be known for my intellect, creativity, and smile
A smile I’ll show at every
Performance, book signing, slam, or presentation

And whenever a child grabs a biography of me
I want one quote engraved in their memory
“All Shelbie wanted to do is write
So that’s how she spent her life”


Heart Beat
by Meghan Lee

This pen is my vein
This ink is my blood
This thought is my pulse
Badump
Badump

This page is my memory
These words are my legacy
This hour is short
Badump
Badump

When the veins are collapsing
When the blood has run dry
When the pulse beats no more
Badump
Badump

When the memory has faded
When the hour is up
This legacy lives on
Badump
Badump

In Love’s Light
by SeeNote

In Love’s light, I find myself.
Unobscured,
And with a splintering conscience.
A veiled passion no longer disguised
Finds me depraved and insolent
Standing alone foremost and within
A room where the walls are both boundless and absolute.
I turn away to avoid Love’s reproach.
I am Revealed and displayed for truth’s sake
Instinctively scowling with downcast eyes.
Searching not for the blissful dole of Love’s impatient gaze –
I recoil and voraciously ensconce the rapture I have come to embrace;
Clinging to the agony it has wrought.
Any pursuit of celestial adoration has long subsided
And since been substituted with earthly inclination.
I’ve made an acquaintance of simple satisfaction –
And it has been enough for me.
Still no affinity is forged without compromise:
My intricacies have not afforded me any exception.
The blinding illumination beyond my closed eyelids has dimmed to a subtle glow.
I am left alone again, to my own device.


Autumn’s Seduction

by Cherlyn Cochrane

The leaves, stripped of their green,
now brilliant shades of orange and red,
fall slowly to the ground – their bed –
once more, never again to be seen.
With a gentle hint of summers end,
and a breeze carrying a fall shiver
(just enough to make me quiver) –
Autumn is here, it transcends.
The darkness from nightfall shrouds
the moon; the shadows move and creep,
prowling around those that sleep –
there is no light peaking from the clouds.
Autumn brings beauty, and it brings fright –
two opposing forces balanced at one time.
For it is breathtaking and sublime,
and it brings those that wander the night.

Let It Be Known
by Helen Howell

To be awake but not awakened
and, oh, this is a merry life
that keeps one in the mire
of reality’s conspiracy.

And then there is the light
but no enlightenment
and knowledge but no wisdom
and love but no loving.

Peace is there somewhere
but no peacefulness
because it cuddles up to joy
and hides in discontent.

Let it be known I know
how great we are to live this farce
and play-act with intensity
the simulated genuine.

But of the genuine who knows
if ere upon a dusty shore
if will rise in true force, effect,
and stand as one triumphant?

Let it be known I don’t know
but maybe in a future time
there’ll be a misfit speck of past
that shows I should have known.

The awake, enlightened, wise,
the peaceful and the joyous,
all specks within the folds of time
that one day will make a … whole!


Tell Them
by Dawn Gibson

Tick tock
Goes the clock
Seconds, minutes,
Hours to days.
Eternity waits
with each breath you take
Are you ready to go?
None of us knows
The hour, the day,
The time.
In one moment
You will find
everything left behind.
Then it’s too late
You’ve sealed your fate
Please don’t wait…
Tell them you love them.
Now.
While you still have the chance.


The Dance
by Tom Baker

Swaying, twisting
A glimmer, a shimmer
You move and you turn
You’re blue then you’re orange

Waving, twirling
A slither, a glide
I watch as you step slowly then
You dart and you dash

Rolling, jaunting
A scurry, a trot
Intoxicating, entranced, I can’t look away
Mimic the daylight, parting the dark

You’re dancing, your light
On my wife’s naked flesh
I watch the shadow of your flame
Enjoying the motion, the beauty

Of the candle’s naughty dance

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