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Poetic License – August 2011

 

Poetic License is posted on the first Monday of every month. It consists of eight carefully selected for your reading pleasure from the thousands posted across the Internet daily. I only want the best for those who make it through the sea of blog posts to my blog. I hope you truly enjoy this month’s selection. If there is a particular poem that you find moving, please visit the link of the poet and let him or her know.

Glow
by Stephen

A warm radiant glow surrounds the once dead coals
Rekindled
A flame ignited by the wind, the random hand of God
And now it spreads, in an all-consuming fury
Without boundary, without inhibition,
A passionate blaze too bright for the naked eye and
Too hot for the unprotected hand
I stare in awe of the impulse of nature’s wrath
And as it subsides, as it is laid to rest
I stare at the simmering cinders and think that
I only want to see it again.

Waiting For You
by K. Cook

I run to you open-minded seeking
acceptance yet I leave you with only
regret. Feeling like what I am is
not what you want. Not really sure
if I wanna go still confused.

Hoping, searching a familiar look
on your face to let me know what I
should do. I love I mean I really do
but the question is do you really love me?

Left alone with single thoughts
contemplating our future do I stay
or do I go. Needing that guidance from
you listening, sitting, waiting…

Cuddling
by Blindingiris

You squeeze in closely.
Stomach against my spine.
Arm slivering down me.
Your hand fits into mine.
Warm breath on my neck,
as your feet curl under mine.
My ankles connect.
A shiver goes down my spine.
I nestle back so close to you.
Every inch of mine is yours.
One person made from out of two.
Hers is his and his is hers.
The closer we glide together,
the harder it is to stop.
Our hearts, now beating faster.
I’m afraid they just might pop.

Reason To Live?
by Unseenface4ever

What is the reason to live?
To be hurt?
To be killed?

What is the reason to live?
To know pain?
To know heart break?

What is the reason to live?
To feel hate?
To feel anguish?

What is the reason to live?
To smile
To laugh
to love
to be loved
to make friends
to build bridges
then break them down
and make new paths
to know and learn
to feel
to see
to taste
to experience

Those are the reasons to live.


Mapped
by GracefulGlider

March 4th
Unmistakably unforgettable
As she touched me
Slowly at first
Exploring my face
I thought she cared
I though I was hurt
She just touched
She took my hand
Drew a map and smiled at me
I thought this was a new found game
Then i touched
Her nipples first
She threw her head back
Slowly sighing
Looks exchanged
I was lost
She touched me there
I can’t say where
I was confused
‘It will be ok’
‘But this is wrong’
‘No, it’s just fine’
She touched me
She touched her
She made sounds
I thought she cried
She hit me there
I had woken up
It felt nice
I knew it would be alright
She hit me
Made me swear nothing happened
In an hour my mother was home
In an hour, we wouldn’t talk
In an hour, our eyes won’t meet
In an hour it would all be over
In an hour I will be eight again
My mother will hug her boy
In an hour I will push back March 4th
For in the morning she will be gone
She planned to go
she told me she’d miss me
I looked away
at my mother
I knew I’d be safe
Mother would stay home
It was March 5th

Why I Hate Rain
by Chamz

The rain is pouring again
My tears are starting to fall
Every time I think of you
I can’t help it but cry

I don’t want you to know
That every time I think of you,
My heart aches, my eyes cry
Yes, I don’t want you to see me unhappy

The rain reminds me of you
How you left me with a broken heart
How you tore my soul apart
And I wish to make things undo

The sun will shine tomorrow
I wish you could see me through
I hope you will realize the pain
That I’m feeling again and again

I kissed the wind goodbye
If that wind strikes your lips in time
I wish you will feel my love for you
And realize you feel the same way too

Smile, For I Love You
by Mcamarifosque

You work so hard today
To reach goals, fulfill heart’s desire,
And though we move our way
You work so hard I know you tire,
Don’t feel alone in your daily plight
As night comes and day breaks anew,
I wish with all my heart as might
To make you smile, make you happy- true,
And that is what I’ll do to you
Til that day- I come to you or you for me,
Smile as this poem finds you

Outer Limits
by L. K. Thayer

light dances across my body
the ache between my thighs
longs for your occupation
slide me across the water bed
of oceans between us
landing gently
into your arms
unfolding my lips
lift my hips
close to your mouth’s embrace
drink from my loving cup
quench your thirst
and desire for me
touch me everywhere
even the parts you cannot see
take me towards
the outer limits of lust
seize my sensuality
hold on and ride me
through rough waters
sail me
til we reach
the promised
land

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Poetic License – July 2011

Poetic License is posted on the first Monday of every month. It consists of eight carefully selected for your reading pleasure from the thousands posted across the Internet daily. I only want the best for those who make it through the sea of blog posts to my blog. I hope you truly enjoy this month’s selection. If there is a particular poem that you find moving, please visit the link of the poet and let him or her know.

By the way, Happy Birthday America. You are 235 years young.

Spaghetti
by Hannah

im doing it again
turning my back
this time not coming back.
its different now
its not black and its not white
is it gray yet not quite dead?
twisting, twisting, twisted
strands of memories
dipped in pools of red
like pasta drowned in sauce
like promises left out in the cold.

Fell In Love
by Brown Sweaters

Fell in love with the dust on my table,
The stain on my coffee cup,
The sound of cars driving by.

Fell in love with the glass in my window,
The fit of my slipper,
The color I cannot describe.

Gathered them all,
Made them mine,
Promised to honor and obey.

Went on vacation,
Dined under stars,
And loved them all the more.

Splash
by Tizz

Thought of him
When I saw the sea
Whilst the waves licked my legs
The only thing I could think
Was that there was an ocean
That one ocean
Keeping us apart.

Too little to hold us apart
Too much to let us be together
Suddenly a stubborn thought
Cried on my mind
A thought that wouldn’t leave me alone
What does he really feel?
Would he do what should be done?
Will he ever say that little but essential word?

With a hard splash
A wave washed everything away
For a moment
And the unseen tears
Mixed into the salty water
Were carried away
To the bottom
Where all secrets are kept.

Resilience ~ Hope
by Kim Koning

Hope is a green blade of grass in a hot desert
Resilience is a daisy blooming in the tread of Fate’s footpath
Faith is absorbing every bit of moisture
Life is to keep growing
But Love is the unseen root…


Damaged
by Michelle Guillemaud

It starts with a kiss,
How did it end up like this?

How could it go so far?
All you left was a scar.

A hole so deep,
It burns a hole in my sleep.

It starts with a kiss;
Then you pushed for more,

So I gave you more.

And when I gave you more,
You pushed for more.

More, and more,
Until I woke up naked on the floor,
Ashamed, a whore.

I asked for love,
You asked for more.

More was never enough.

You broke me, you bruised me;
I’m beaten, abuse me.

It starts with a kiss,
All you left was a scar.

Sunday Morning
by Hannah T. Vogel

It is not often one wakes up willingly.
Snooze buttons, five more minutes to be had,
Dreams not ready for an end.
One does not often wake content.
But, this Sunday morning the springtime sun shows fresh through parted blinds,
Beckoning.
Outside it is warm, a hint of a cool breeze,
An azure sky is fretted with clouds and
The many, myriad people with their many, myriad faces and
Intentions and dreams and goals are walking, walking, walking
In many, myriad directions.
They clutch warm coffee, bottles of water, cell phones and each others’ hands, all moving.
I too am moving, past them and toward the promise of a meal.
I sit and enjoy my breakfast, some new found company and a bagel.
Life is ever beautiful,
Evidenced in those many, myriad people and their coffee cups and unique intentions.
Life is beautiful and for this morning at least,
I am content.

The World To Me
by Scotia Nightpoetry

I like to look in others’ eyes
to see what I can see
perhaps I view reflections
of what they see in me

We romanticise our love of eyes
call them portals to the soul
imagining that we can tell
what makes each person whole

When I look into my own eyes
a young man’s staring back
full of optimism and innocence
the things that I now lack

And when I stare just long enough
the image disappears
I see me as I am today
complete with all my years

The Room of Iridescent Colors
by Ozymandyas Lucas

I sit in a white room upon a white stool
The glass shards around me a shimmering pool
Of light and shade and rainbows askew
The shards suddenly burst upward, creating a new
Skyline of window reaching across the wall
And pictures emerge from which I can see all
And dancers of shadow of my past and present
Shoot across this iridescent crescent
The future to my right a color I’ve not seen
With words I’ve not spoken nor know what they mean
Then a flash of bright light and the glass becomes dust
And filters the white to black forcing my eyes to adjust
I find myself standing walking into the black
Knowing my hands will make up where eyes lack
When suddenly I feel a small hand
A child takes my fingers to draw lines in the sand
I open my eyes to the dust on the floor
She’s christening symbols for me to explore
Her pale skin and blonde hair speak
though she’s said not a word or squeak
Then she turns to me her eyes are my own
I’m looking at my daughter that I’ve not yet known
A future in flesh and my head starts to spin
As flashes of color surge forth off of her skin
I hug my daughter and tell her I love her
She looks and her eyes say to say hi to her mother
She smiles one last time her mouth moves divine
“Bye for now daddy, see you when our paths align”
She closes her eyes and poof! She has gone
A million shades of energy flow from her aeon
And suddenly I’m back in a room with no door
With millions of glass shards scattered on the floor

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Poetic License – June 2011

Poetic License is posted on the first Monday of every month. As I have done since last September, there are eight poems below from poets who own their own blog. April was National Poetry Month and there are several great poems listed throughout my April posts. Please stop by there too for some inspiration. Enjoy these great works.

Caution for younger readers: The poem In My Own Little Corner: No Accessories contains coarse language.

Mind Sex
by Iris Orpi

He is my mental lover
sitting across from me on the table
the perfect gentleman

stimulating my mind
with his talks of
politics and society
religion
abstract thoughts
about human nature
tickling my senses with
his command of
movies and music
arts and children
trees and the full moon
making me crave and swoon
internally
over his conversation
about passion

he does not even touch me
except perhaps
for the occasional
gallant gesture
making me feel like
I’m a prize for princes

while he undresses me with his eyes
penetrating me with his gaze
impaling me through the heart
his voice and laughter
much like
gentle caresses
my pores are almost
ready to ooze out honey
and brilliance

he twirls me around
in a dance of thoughts
and makes me dizzy
just sitting here wondering
what he’s really thinking
he picks up my heart
like plucking a delicate orchid
opening my petals
one by one
as I reveal myself to his
tactfully probing
questions
like he really wants to know me

and his sincere and precise
compliments
always perfectly timed
make me feel like
he is slowly entering my soul

hitting that spot
making me quiver
and blush
in anticipation

this man is a pro
on mind sex
man, does he work it
and does he work me
until I am sweaty and wet
and ready and willing
for the next step

Am I Worth It
by Dimetri

You’ve always come first in my life
I wear the rings but I’m not your wife
We’ve been playing house far too long
Year after year the same ol’ song
Our love has weakened can we make it strong

You did some things some hurtful things
I said some things some nasty things
You asked should you leave I said goodbye
Now I’m wondering if in your eyes am I worth another try
Am I worth it am I worth the fight
Do I still matter in your life
Is it wrong for me to think that it’s right for you to run back home
Or should we baby just leave it alone

A friend and a lover there’s never been another
To love me so good now you treat me so wrong
This love has weakened how can we make it strong
I’ll forget my pride and you do the same
Let’s both agree that were both the blame

Note To Self
by Kavya Rajagopalan

Don’t forget
To remember
That the darkness
Can’t and won’t last forever.
And remember
To forget
The words said by those
Now removed from your present.

Don’t keep
Holding on
To memories
That are best laid to rest.
And hold on
Always
To the hope
That you hold within.

Don’t lose
Sight of
The fact that
The future will sparkle.
And find
A vision
Of what you want
Then focus…

And whatever you do,

Don’t lose hope.

Visions
by Cynthia Alejandra Ayala

She could not tell
From whence they came.
Swiftly they were
Blurry as the rain.
Frightening they seemed
For she could not tell
What was real
Or what was fake.

In her disillusioned mind
Not everything
Was what it seemed
Things that might have happened
Or things that will
Played in her head
Slowly
Quickly
But never whole
Fragments they were
Blinding her.

She could not tell
What they were
All she knew
Was that they
Frightened her.
Faces blurry
Words lost in the wind

She could not tell
What they were.
She saw them awake
She saw them in her dreams
But she hoped they would
Go away
And leave her in peace.

Visions of things
Of different times
Plagued her mind
As she slept
And as she stared
Into the sky.


Hopeless Virgin
by Kristine Mack

Hello, can’t you feel my heart drumming fast?
It seems like it was light-years away since we last talk
when it was but only a few hours ago.
Can one say that what one feels is true
When the mind stops and the heart start to beat fast?
Cliché, yes, I guess it is so, but how can you stop
Someone’s pop, in making you unconsciously smile?

My mind said stop, you will only get hurt
But heart won’t listen; she is just a headstrong girl
The pain maybe worth it someday, somehow
Even if I tried, cutting the connection
You just keep on creeping back
So tell me little bird, will he hurt me so
Just like someone did, years ago?

I look like a fool, a dumb piece of intellectual being
Waiting for your presence in a matter of seconds
Watching as minutes gone by, getting hopeless
Hoping and wishing, like a pauper waiting for her king
Tell me please when this madness will end
I do not want to live alone; I do not want to breathe the air
Without him, I am just an empty piece of shell.

Tired in my heart, deadweight in my soul
Been living an endless existence for half a century
Will this be the end of it? Will he be my other half?
I must be dreaming perhaps, he might not feel the way I feel
It would be like pricking this bubble I am living in
Wake me up to the harshness of life or let me be?
Hear my song, hear my cry or leave me forever alone.

Our Differences
by Lola Gentry and Candi Sweet

You are full brazen;
Your swollen tan lies crisp on sunbaked sand;
You call attention to my snug rounded smooth firm thighs,
But you take my breasts in hand instead.

Seductive anticipation,
You promise me the taste of fried chicken skin;
And so my mouth waters all woman—
Course and raspy pudding under foot.

But I am short on your mind,
I am the shadow of a soporiferous color;
You set me aside for a long look at naked dancing girls—
Their bold vees fit well for the Valencia republic.

Your lamentations bay to the one who will take your grasp;
Your espousals become the smell of arid nicotine;
You promise motherhood to girls offering views of their paunches,
But your oaths tumble over ecstasy stains on fingers rolling dry leaves.

We go our separate ways:
I to a pretty face with unpainted lips.
I make no promises;
I am only hungry to know the heart.

In My Own Little Corner: No Accessories
by NostalgiaJones

My race is not a purse, I can never place it down or shop for a new one.
My race is not a bag
I will never put it away, hoping it will come back into fashion
My race is not a clutch
and I refuse to lose it
…My ethnicity is not a pair of peep-toed pumps
and I will never remove it when my stroll becomes weary
My ethnicity is not mary-janes
and my blackness is not something I will break in
My ethnicity is not a fad, and there will be no questions of “what is the new black”
My culture is not a sweater and I could never hang it up with the slightest change of weather
My culture is not a pair of jeans
because year after year I will never grow out of it.
Fuck no, my culture is not a shirt. Honey, this will never fade
So open up your mind so you can see this today
Close your eyes then open them and view me as bare.
Delve beyond the fashion
No purse, no pumps, no pair of jeans.
See me as naked, see me as me.
My culture, my race, my ethnicity
But
No accessories.

For Better Or For Worse
by Alex K. S.

Sometimes we fall down.
All of us.
It’s in those times,
The times we’ve scraped our knees
And bitten through our lips,
That we see true character.
Character not only in ourselves,
But in those we rely on.

All Rights Reserved © by their respective authors. Tom Baker and his Morning Erection blog make no claims to any poetry other than his own.

If your poem is featured on Poetic License please consider adding the graphic to your site. It definitely is not required but you would make me a happy camper!

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