Get deep, or go home....

2/1/2008 12:48:38 PM	Get deep, or go home....
mzzzwright El Dorado Hills, CA age: 38	I'm in one of those moods again, where I like to read poetry. Anyone care to indulge with me? This is one of my all-time favorites. Does anyone have a poem they would like to share? No boundaries here... anything goes. The deeper, the better. Love and Sleep Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-coloured without white or red. And her lips opened amorously, and said - I wist not what, saving one word - Delight. And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes; The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south, The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire. by Algernon Charles Swinburne [Edited 2/1/2008 12:51:58 PM]
2/1/2008 1:00:04 PM	Get deep, or go home....
onejim Ithaca, NY age: 80	If you haven't read any of Wislawa Szymborska's poetry, try her NOTHING TWICE, IN PRAISE OF MY SISTER and ELEGIAC CALCULATION to get a feel for her range. She is terrific.
2/1/2008 1:10:31 PM	Get deep, or go home....
mzzzwright El Dorado Hills, CA age: 38	She's Polish, so she must be good... I recognize my own We Polacks have a way of getting really deep. I will definitely check into her. I've been thirsty for some new reading material. Thank you so much. I just read a few of her poems... she is amazing, and puts things into a whole new perspective. Damn... [Edited 2/1/2008 1:32:19 PM]
2/3/2008 10:44:07 PM	Get deep, or go home....
allyours4now Glendale, AZ age: 36	take this kiss upom the brow and, in parting from you now thus much let me avow that you are not wrong who deem, that my days have been a dream yet, if hope has flown away in a night or in a day in a vision, or in none is it therefore the less gone? all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. i stand amid the roar of a surf tormented shore and i hold within my hand grains of the golden sand how few! yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while i weep- while i weep o God! can i not grasp them with a tighter clasp? o God!can i not save one from the pitiless wave? is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? E.A.Poe
2/3/2008 10:49:14 PM	Get deep, or go home....
pandorazzz_box Saco, ME age: 37	More like prose, but my original copyrighted work.... Like the changing tide, his feelings for her ebb and flow. Time spent together feels like a moment and then an eternity. In the moments he recognizes passion and desire, but eternity leaves him feeling flat and indifferent, seeking solitude. Indecision gnaws away deep inside, in a place where he holds his emotions hostage, the place where fear lives and regenerates like an infectious disease. Anxious and overwhelmed he is ill prepared for the fallout, so he says nothing and acts as if. She is oblivious. Is he scarred, or is he scared? Either way his ability to express himself remains impaired. He internalizes the words he can’t force past his lips, instead pushing them down his throat and beyond, to an emotional self storage bin, where shards of his heart, broken before her time, are kept as a painful reminder of past love gone bad. She couldn’t have known the extent of the damage. His heart, now atrophied and bandaged with pride, still beats. The rhythm is strong and powerful like the sound of the bass in his favorite blues song. She can feel it when they lie close together and it soothes her. For him, it is love, not life’s force that must be compromised because survival is paramount. He reconciles his choice as he journeys down the familiar path to self storage where he appraises the shelved pieces of his shriveled, dried up heart flesh like a trophy on display. He stands and admires them briefly like a prized stamp collection, considering their value and significance. His thoughts race, and confusion sets in when an image of her infiltrates his mind. He casts it aside, eagerly swallowing a dose of jaded reality like a prescription for his pain. Self medicated, he is brought back to his pleasantly dulled senses where feelings are muted and sensations are indistinguishable. His thoughts now focused, he embraces the idea that self preservation is a priority and that living without out love is small sacrifice to make in exchange. As he turns to go back, he glances over his shoulder one last time, feeling confident now that he has become as hardened and calloused as his fingertips from strumming the guitar. In a renewed state of consciousness, he is awakened but her scent lingers in the air he breathes. His desire for her grows stronger than his will. Rolling over he reaches for her, but she is not there. She wanted to stay, but she knew that he had already let her go. Now there is only the pillow she left behind. He pushes down hard, like he always does, but this time he chokes. He is troubled by the powerful paradox existing between his heart and his head and the conflict it causes him within. Perplexed by the enigma of life’s force, he is unable to rationalize the possibility that in its very nature a duality exists. How could the one thing that ensures the preservation of his existence, also be the same thing that makes him vulnerable to loves hypnotic beckoning. In this moment he longs to surrender to himself, to surrender to her, but cerebral in nature he is able to resist the matters of the heart. To do otherwise would show weakness. To wave the white flag would signify defeat, and he can’t spare the cloth it would be cut from. A survivor, he repeats convincingly to himself, as long as he lives and breathes and has blood steadily pumping through his veins. But he wears the label like a badge on a suit of armor he pieced together from the shrapnel of his pain. She tried to break through it, but the barrier was impenetrable. Copyright2007K.F.S Is that deep enough? [Edited 2/3/2008 10:49:45 PM]
2/3/2008 10:55:19 PM	Get deep, or go home....
iwantyoutoo Lubbock, TX age: 41	Truckin' And Dreamin' Though my job takes me far from my lover, I'm a trucker by nature, it's true. But regardless of how I am tempted, I'll still bring my love back to you. Though my dreams are all filled with desire, My nights remain empty and blue, And though we may be far apart, babe, I'll still bring my love back to you. With thousands of miles in between us, Our love still remained and it grew. But regardless of how far I traveled, I'll still brought my love back to you. You're only a dream away baby, And your touch I can feel on my skin. Each night as I lay down to rest, dear, I wait for your dream to begin
2/4/2008 12:02:08 AM	Get deep, or go home....
mzzzwright El Dorado Hills, CA age: 38	Allyours, that is one of my all time favorites as well Pandora, that was so beautiful. You are blessed with talent. Keep them coming everyone... Love it! Thanks, Allie [Edited 2/4/2008 12:05:59 AM]
2/4/2008 12:14:55 AM	Get deep, or go home....
jbsd78 San Diego, CA age: 30	The Heart Asks by Emily D*ckinson The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain; And then those little anodynes That deaden suffering, And then to go to sleep And then, if it should be, The will of its Inquisitor The liberty to die! The Kiss by Dante Gabriel Rosetti What smouldering senses in death's sick delay Or seizure of malign vicissitude Can rob this body of honour, or denude This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day? For lo! even now my lady's lips did play With these my lips such consonant interlude As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay. I was a child beneath her touch, -- a man When breast to breast we clung, even I and she, -- A spirit when her spirit looked through me, -- A god when all our life-breath met to fan Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran, Fire within fire, desire in deity.
2/4/2008 12:25:10 AM	Get deep, or go home....
lojikal Garden Grove, CA age: 32	Pity this busy monster manunkind not, our victim death and life safley beyond plays with the bigness of his littleness, electrons deify, one razorblade into a mountain range lenses extend curve wherein to curving whereout, until unwish retuns upon it's unself, pity poor trees and stones poor stars and flesh we doctors know a hopless case if. Listen there is a hell of a good universe next door, lets go. e.e. cummings [Edited 2/4/2008 12:31:50 AM]
2/4/2008 12:34:30 AM	Get deep, or go home....
mzzzwright El Dorado Hills, CA age: 38	"Fire within fire, desire in deity"..... I need to find an english to latin translation of that. That is what I think I want inscribed on the inside of my wedding band some day. That is by far, the most profoundly beautiful things I have ever read.
2/4/2008 12:53:07 AM	Get deep, or go home....
lojikal Garden Grove, CA age: 32	Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month's newpapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. Take from the dresser of deal, Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet On which she embroidered fantails once and spread it so as to cover her face. If her horny feet protrude, they come To show how cold she is, and dumb. Let the lamp affix its beam. The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream. Wallace Stevens Oh and your translation would be something along the lines of "Incendia intus incendia , votum in deity" [Edited 2/4/2008 12:57:11 AM]
2/4/2008 1:01:54 AM	Get deep, or go home....
mzzzwright El Dorado Hills, CA age: 38	Lojikal, (Logical)... I really loved that poem. It made me laugh. I can't thank you enough for the translation. Do you realize you are now partly responsible for the inscription on my wedding ring some day? LOL. Pretty cool huh?
2/4/2008 1:08:07 AM	Get deep, or go home....
lojikal Garden Grove, CA age: 32	Very cool. I liked the phrase. Yeah I like that poem too, humorous but still deep. I have plenty of them.
2/4/2008 1:14:49 AM	Get deep, or go home....
mzzzwright El Dorado Hills, CA age: 38	Well my friend, feel free to post them... ANY time!
2/4/2008 1:31:36 AM	Get deep, or go home....
lojikal Garden Grove, CA age: 32	Sonnet - to science Science! true daugter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? E.A. Poe One of his more lovely poems if I do say so myself. [Edited 2/4/2008 1:32:20 AM]

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