Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Elizabeth Jennings - Delay

The radiance of the star that leans on me
Was shining years ago. The light that now
Glitters up there my eyes may never see,
And so the time lag teases me with how

Love that loves now may not reach me until
Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse
Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful
And love arrived may find us somewhere else.

[Harry H Howgill]

Ummmm don't want to spoil the tone but....mmmmm....I found this one and after all that 'what does a man....' stuff thought i'd inject (oh dear, very wrong verb) a bit of female perspective, perhaps....


redundant female orgasm

Although the pleasure often is abundant,
the female orgasm is quite redundant,
unlike the male’s, which with ejaculation
redeems the member’s seminal inflation.
It’s very hard, with each vaginal vigil,
to reach a climax in what is vestigial,
so many women are prepared to fake
what they believe is icing on the cake
until they’ve had one, which can make the icing
apparent with a veritable high-sing.

The fact that women do not always climax
when they attempt to make a mini-guy max
is something that for many of them bitter is
until they focus on their tiny clitoris,
because for most of them the verdict’s final:
clitoridal is better than vaginal.
Although that seems to be a fact of life
which mistresses don’t need to know, a wife
should make quite sure she knows about these data,
her lazy man less useful than vibrator.

Gershon Hepner

sorry...but 'unusual poem'...

No need for embarassment. We take allcomers here.

[freckle]

Ummmm don't want to spoil the tone but....mmmmm....I found this one and after all that 'what does a man....' stuff thought i'd inject (oh dear, very wrong verb) a bit of female perspective, perhaps....


redundant female orgasm

Although the pleasure often is abundant,
the female orgasm is quite redundant,
unlike the male’s, which with ejaculation
redeems the member’s seminal inflation.
It’s very hard, with each vaginal vigil,
to reach a climax in what is vestigial,
so many women are prepared to fake
what they believe is icing on the cake
until they’ve had one, which can make the icing
apparent with a veritable high-sing.

The fact that women do not always climax
when they attempt to make a mini-guy max
is something that for many of them bitter is
until they focus on their tiny clitoris,
because for most of them the verdict’s final:
clitoridal is better than vaginal.
Although that seems to be a fact of life
which mistresses don’t need to know, a wife
should make quite sure she knows about these data,
her lazy man less useful than vibrator.

Gershon Hepner

sorry...but 'unusual poem'...

A very dense and thought provoking poem....one to re read and digest i think....nice one Mossy....

[Harry H Howgill]

Coda by Louis MacNeice


Maybe we knew each other better
When the night was young and unrepeated
And the moon stood still over Jericho.

So much for the past; in the present
There are moments caught between heart-beats
When maybe we know each other better.

But what is that clinking in the darkness?
Maybe we shall know each other better
When the tunnels meet beneath the mountain.

[freckle]

Coda by Louis MacNeice


Maybe we knew each other better
When the night was young and unrepeated
And the moon stood still over Jericho.

So much for the past; in the present
There are moments caught between heart-beats
When maybe we know each other better.

But what is that clinking in the darkness?
Maybe we shall know each other better
When the tunnels meet beneath the mountain.

so evocative...especially the last line...lovely

[Harry H Howgill]

One tired bunny
Off to his pillow burrow
Good night one and all.

x

[Mossdog]

Less embarassing, but sad (actually, perhaps both of these poems were sad)

Confession


waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

"Hank!"

Hank won't
answer.

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.

Charles Bukowski

[freckle]

One tired bunny
Off to his pillow burrow
Good night one and all.

x

Night HHH, sweet dreams mate...

well its been a while without my fave e e cummings....

i like this reading, think its quite powerful...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0z-u...eature=related

here is the text....

True lovers

true lovers in each happening of their hearts
live longer than all which and every who;
despite what fear denies,
what hope asserts,
what falsest both disprove by proving true
(all doubts, all certainties, as villains strive
and heroes through the mere's mind poor pretend-
grim comics of duration:
only love immortally occurs beyond the mind)
such a forever is love's any now
and her each here is such an everywhere,
even more true would truest lovers grow
if out of midnight dropped more suns than are
(yes; and if time should ask into his was
all shall, their eyes would never miss a yes)

[Mossdog]

One tired bunny
Off to his pillow burrow
Good night one and all.

x

Sleep well HHH. I'm signing off too. Have a good week ya'all.

[freckle]

Less embarassing, but sad (actually, perhaps both of these poems were sad)

Confession


waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

"Hank!"

Hank won't
answer.

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.

Charles Bukowski

Gawd almighty mossy...you are on a roll tonight...this is gorgeous, i love bukwoski so authentic! thanx