READER'S POETRY PAGE II
POETS:
- Jeff Williams
- Ashley Farley
- Karrie
- Stanley H.Wotring, Jr.
- Michael Atkin
- Janet Buck
- Hope Smith
- Brad J. Podraza
I sat alone in the park Listening the rain trounce the ground Feeling the drops make their lonely mark Perceiving the solitude around Wishing my special love was near Hearing her soft spoken words in my ear Telling me of love and the rest You appeared handing me a single rose With beads of moisture on the supplant petals Noticing the saturated wetness from breast to toe Seeing your tight fitting clothes cling and settle Even though the sky is dark and gray There you stand seeing into my heart Your eyes telling me you want to stay Which I already knew from the start As the rain fell and drenched our emotions While we stroll through the droplets of drizzle hand in hand, my heart feels the commotion of your passionate desire that's at a sizzle We held each other till rains end Aware of our wet bodies release to each others soul that's penned Wishing the rain would never ceaseJeff Williams
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your tears fall black, scornful, polluted, seen too much, known to little, my hands, around your back, there's such, a lack, of goodness, in your eyes, so much to dispise, so little to love, and me, like a glove, wrapped around your little finger, the taste of your lips linger, salt and sweat and dust and tears, unvirgined by others, you assured them, their fears, would go away, when you held them, what did you say, when you held them, did you say i love you, when you held them, is that why, your tears fall black, because you're a bit confused, just because you used, too much, too many, unkind, uncleanly, and it hurts, so bad, thirty minute, love you had, you strained for something more, and now that you found it, you're bolting to the door, a bit insecure, and alot lonely, do i feel homely, to you, like you said, when i got my half hour, of love, of lust, of power, over you, your tears fall black, please take me back, i need you.Copyright Ashley Elizabeth Farley; April 14, 1998
mr. sea king i have heard you calling out my name. you say there are no stop signs under water, but i know your mind better. you've taken many roads to get to destination happiness, but all that you've found lacks the sun. i told you one day that i was much too sensitive for a cheap invitation to float in the sky. you see, only here will the fire on my tongue be washed away. this is the way i live my visions. this is the time i start my mission. on common ground i knew your fears. the death of a loved one, the aging of years. we furthered in the path of life to reach a liquid bliss. it's like your body touching a wave of the sea. it's like a dream you only dreamed it could be. and just when you thought your life was tucked away into a vail of barefoot comfort... you see me entangled in leaves- but you know i will wash it all away.
while all the stars fall down on me there's only two worth holding in my hands they are unfolding one is dead the other without shoes they send me stars from the nightime sky shooting red and falling blue i want a monsoon from my mouth to pour a storm is what i seek yet i whisper to speak a word to fight a word thats clean a voice to fall from the nightime sky shouting white and speaking green the stars they hold the pattern here their colors take the turns still i avoid the burns we are so far away we need to think and become one with the stars in the nightime sky to be grey to be pink in the nightime sky.
Works in Progress
volume 03 issue 035 April 15, 1998
LYNN,MA
c Copyright 1998
NO ICEBERGS IN THE GULF
One if, by land
two if by sea.
No more cruises
for us will be.
No need to panic,
my last cruise
was not on the
Titanic.
The boat did rock
and my wife did swoon.
The waves too rough
to get off in Cancun.
MIA/LA
Fattcats
are missinng.
A search
party must form.
Need a feline
to guard my soul.
Sweet poems to
fill the bowl.
WATER DAMAGE
Building, building.
Water risingup
from hidden wells.
Time is the only barrier
holding back the
flood of emotions.
Release, release.
Relief not only
from erosion,
but also, yhe
removal of
ancient problems.
(TIME)SHARING IS CARING
Vacationers must beware
For now, I am the
of a beautiful
timeshare,
Used to have to shout,
because of all that eating out.
With this property I=92m bound to win,
since all of my meals will be in.
Sure heard others advice
about this properties woes
but all over the world
I plans to goes,
LIFEPLAN
Be happy
for me that's
all I ask.
Yesterday's deeds
must be relegated
to the past.
Tomorrow is all
that we can change
but today needs you.
Michael Atkin's Poems
JAILBAIT
There is nothing better to do than annoy people
can I annoy you?
When I speak you always moan,
so why won't you moan when we're all alone?
This is becoming pointless
ignorance is becoming common
reality is only used to get what you desire
I'm the perfect candidate for jailbait.
Sunshine's on my neck again
the beams eat away at the interior power
Fill my thoughts with deceased feelings of you
would it consume me?
The train seemed promising
although when it arrived
all I ate was loneliness.
Jailbait helps me slip nearer emptiness
the cages lock up the train
that held hope within.
FRUSTRATION
Liquid seeps through the ceiling
as I sit looking at an image of dismay
what picture do I want to portray?
what ideals will I have today?
could anyone love this cynical wreck?
Does anyone know what they want?
Do you have the desire to accomplish anything?
The power you hold comes from within
how do I find it when I'm locked out?
I need some professional help counselor: this way
Desire grips, I want so badly to belong to something
can anyone tell me what that should be?
Lost in a world without faces
nothing has meaning they're all savages
Nobody knows my name
can someone show me the right way?
ETHICS AND MORALS
I love ethics and moral class
I am a superficial robot
but tonight the adrenalin
pumps within my veins
The electricity flowing
hides the uneasy emotions
that suck my skin from my hair.
Wasn't this sweat supposed to fade by now
The effort required to stay awake all week
has drained my mind to the point
where sheep have a rigid shape
Can anyone tell me the point
when I have nothing that fulfils me more
than to stare at the walls and drink
Does this thought become us all
do we run around serving
other peoples ideals
Trying to conceal our true emotion
because we are portrayed
as too weak too feel
I am a superficial robot
I love ethics and moral class
Something subsides at the surface.
Apply my adrenalin,
watch what it reveals
DREAMS OF YOU HOLD BACK THE NIGHT
Dreams of you hold back the night
Why do we always fight?
Something I saw in my dream
Images of fading hurt angry gnomes in disguise
Dreams of you hold back the night.
Was the illusion of happiness
just to keep me occupied
this life is so simple
why do personalities always cause strife?
Dreams of you hold back the night.
Parents were tight, they no longer understand
faded youth can no longer guide our hand
It's the ever changing script I cannot follow
this brings me fright.
Dreams of you hold back the night.
Reaching out to you
would you receive my hand
or do what you've been taught
bite it off at first sight?
Dreams of you hold back the night.
Struggling to keep my sanity with you
The asylum beckons me without you in sight
I miss the uneasiness, the fights
Dreams of you hold back the night.
Michael Atkin
Janet I. Buck's Poems Wounded Doves and Open Eyes
Godiva chocolate sex appeal.
Melting in the mouth of years.
Tall and long and silk and right.
Barbie for your bust of bronze.
You had it all, or so it seemed.
I had well-digested dregs.
Satin slippers empty as a
disappointed Christmas stocking
Santa didn't stop to fill.
Manacles around my waist
that held the wooden parts in place.
Scoring flesh and heart as well,
despite the many surgeries applied
to lighten burden's bricks
like wheelbarrows hauling dreams.
In my mind and on your plate:
legs that matched Mattel's for real.
Upon the chaise as wires crossed
and playing music in my ears.
Upside-downing frowning crowning
glory raping what I had replacing thighs.
The night was long. It still exists.
Artistry is throwing sand, but all I had
to match such grace and elegance.
Unless you count the streams of will
that rest so unacceptably
at pity's raging waterfalls.
Or maybe puppets of a smile
that know the echo of the wind
as wounded doves and winter caves
and very, very open eyes.
by Janet I. Buck
Church Pews
You always said that benches
in a summer park were better than a pew.
That funerals were food for thoughts
you'd rather not have served.
That dentures were for rotting teeth
and wits with little flavor left
like bubble gum applied to shoes.
Buy low. Sell high.
But not your dreams.
Those you never parted with.
Dessert was first and
garden gloves were made for
prima donas minus hands
that really touch the earth.
You always said that humans
shouldn't shoot a horse.
Limping is a fact of life.
And so is going lame.
Harvard had impressive tiles,
but never matched cathedral skies.
College was a little glue,
but knowledge came with strife.
by Janet I. Buck
***In Loving Memory of Florence***
***********************
Catheters and Fountain Pens
Impervious to artistry
unless I really need to pray.
Windsor Castle dreams
becoming pillars for
the Parthenon and
other symbols of despair.
Dinner guests like static cling.
Stood-up expectations
hanging in the quiet air.
This pen is too related to
the wings of eagles pinned in flight.
Or clouds above election night
and waiting for the hand of fate
to slap its slap without
a glove like Arnold's
"long, withdrawing roar."
Admitting this is catheters
of nepotism's happy hour.
Writing this is dyeing hair
and other evidence of time
a lighter shade of bitter gray.
It nicely frames the agony
in pewter for the world to see.
Owning this is Demerol and
yogurt running down the throat
behind a tonsillectomy.
by Janet I. Buck
Janet Buck
Hope Smith's Poems
Silence
You said you liked to have some fun
You said you liked to play
So why oh why did you up and run
Very quickly you went away
Where did she finally come from ?
The one who won your heart
I used to like the words you typed
Though we were miles and miles apart
I thought that we could be good friends
Even that seems to have changed
All at once the emails stopped
The silence seems so strange
Trust
I used to show such faith and trust
With some friendsI thought I must
The months went by,we talked for hours
Of lives and hopes and dreams,
and now the New year as begun
The faith as gone it seems
They talked with kindness and concern
But lies online she had to learn
They always say its truth I tell
They stop us hiding in our shell
We like the compliments they type
With some we do believe
But when we go to check the mail
There's none there to retrieve
Questions&Answers
Some people ask location
But somejust want your age
We type in occupations
On the big world cyberstage
Some questions we get asked a lot
Some know the answers well
We choose to tell the truth to some
The ones who ring our bell
One guy said he was 25 today
He only comes online to play
I could guess he will be 45 next week
Then he will change his name
To CYBERSLEEK
Responses
I'm in total confusion
My mind's in a jumble
No word from you lately
Not even a mumble
Am I now to step aside
'As my mail gone into trash
It seems like your computer
'As had one big mighty crash
I suppose your laughing over there
You no longer let me in
I hope your glad that I am sad
Shall I stay in your exit bin
Did I drag on far to long
Then you finally got bored
Were the underlying messages
About some other you have scored
I know it was only netfriends
Friends that once did write a lot
I now get no responses
From the mail that was so hot
Soulmates
There is such things as soulmates
They talk right from the heart
They become good friends to you
Even though we are miles apart
They dont care what we say and do
And sometimes chat for hours
Not like friends we had
Who look down from Ivory towers
A soulmate never goes away
Although there chats are few
They stay and keep the memories
Of when they talked with you
Hope Smith
Hope Smith
Brad J. Podraza's Poem
UNTITLED
I
Strolling on a field of
Soft silent dreams,
Into the heart of comfort.
I do look to the future.
I have seen the white palace
Of splendor,
And walked to the gates.
No, shall I never enter,
Shall I never awake,
Shall I never satisfy the
Darkened screams of sorrow?
I begin to remember my past,
Alone in the tunnels of
Endless mazes, and speech, and stares.
I want to save the orphans
And heal the deaf.
I want you to see you without eyes.
I fell silent upon the palace
And tried to die, but
Death forbade me, sleep awake me,
I forsake me.
Silent dreams- help me cry.
Silent dreams- I must lay open
The thighs of sorrow
And taste your unfeeling tears.
O you How is it I live?
White Palace, you never gave me
A choice.
II
The people walk,
The blind can talk,
The ugly can see,
I am you, you want to be me.
In the palace, I cry without tears,
And scream without fear.
In the darkness I notice a flicker
Of light.
Has my spark returned?
Is this my existence?
Or has the palace crippled
My soul?
As I try to live,
I grope her soft skin.
There should be trees!
Do they not die?
These white walls make me crazy!
This blue shy makes me lazy.
Your eyes have shifted.
Think you different of me?
Think you different of you?
Have you seen the palace?
Have you seen yourself?
We should all be blind,
What fun that would be!
Cool air now runs in my veins,
Maybe remembering the love I
Feel no more.
III
The silence of peace
Flows through my mind.
How I wish,
How I wish I was dead.
Or awake,
This palace!
The perfect image of monotony,
The lazy comfort of insanity.
It's warm in the thighs
Of sleep.
It's hard to walk,
And some choose to creepà
à are you speaking?
Forget you loose tongue,
Forget you humorous sight,
You would be better blind and deaf.
IV
I saw a goddess once,
And I dreamt of sex.
I saw a god once,
And I thought of power.
I saw a girl once,
And I feel in love.
I saw the palace,
And I want to die.
V
As my lust dripped down her face
I spread her smooth thighs apart
And death invaded my dream.
I tried to hide from my
Own reflection!
Is sight only for fools?
Does only hate make me feel?
Is it the darkness that gave
Me light?
Is evil the thing we fear
Or is it sight?
Why do I moan like a child?
Brave souls only die
In the arms of fear.
Only the sorrow of others
They hear.
It comes as no surprise
That you want to lay me
In my grave.
It comes as no surprise
That I died this night.
Touch her body,
Feel her skin,
Do as you please,
And do it again.
We have no minds,
Only sight, sound,
Lust, want, and more want.
Scream for you death,
Dream for yourself.
VI
Now I walk away from
This palace of white.
I am alone, for now,
For the rest of this night.
Brad J. Podraz
Brad J. Podraz
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