Originally Posted by Mossdog
Verse 3 in particular is utter class!...although i disagree with the author...i think you are never too old to learn of love!
Verse 3 in particular is utter class!...although i disagree with the author...i think you are never too old to learn of love!
Mossy - there's consistently something very lovely and gentle about the poems you post. And this is a treat.
Pablo Neruda time me thinks:
Clenched Soul
We have lost even this twilight
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
While the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a dog hurt at my feet
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
great minds think alike DT i was just thinking that myself...here is my (really should be post watershed option), good choice by the way...
Potter
Your whole body has
a fullness or a gentleness destined for me.
When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter's hands.
Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing parts of me like the hollow
of a thirsty earth
from which they broke off
a form,
and together
we are complete like a single river,
like a single grain of sand.
Like all the best things in life freckle, you can't have too much of Pablo
Who is PabloLike all the best things in life freckle, you can't have too much of Pablo
Following DT's Pablo Naruda how about this for deep and meaningful poetry...
If you catch a Chinchilla in Chile
And cut off its beard, willy-nilly
You can honestly say
That you have just made
A Chilean Chinchilla's chin chilly
Pablo Neruda. Poet from Chile famous for love poetry (and communist beliefs)
And while plumbing the depths of comic 'poetry' I'll finish off with crudity at its best/worst
There was an old farmer who lived by a rock
He sat in the meadow a'shaking his
Fist at the boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water, their hands on their
Marbles and playthings and in days of yore
There came a young lady. She looked like a
Pretty young creature, she sat on the grass
She pulled up her dresses and showed us her
Ruffles and laces and white puffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children and learn them to knit
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling
Refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her
Eyes at the fellows as girls sometimes do
To make it quite clear that she wanted to
Go for a nice, pleasant stroll on the grass
Then hurry back home for a nice piece of
Ice cream and cake that stood three layers tall
And after desert she was ready to
Go for another walk down by the dock
With any young man with a sizeable
Roll of one hundreds and a big bulge up front
If he'd ask politely, she'd show him her
Little pet dog who was subject to fits
Then maybe she'd let him grab hold of her
Small tender hands with a movement so quick
Then she'd bend on over and suck on his
Soda so sweetly 'til she finished it
Then pull down her panties to rub on her
Hip that she bruised when she ran down the hall
'Cause he tried to force her to lick on his
Candy so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he spread whip cream all over her
Cookies that she had been baking all night
If you think this is dirty, you know you're damned right!
Haha!Following DT's Pablo Naruda how about this for deep and meaningful poetry...
If you catch a Chinchilla in Chile
And cut off its beard, willy-nilly
You can honestly say
That you have just made
A Chilean Chinchilla's chin chilly
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