creative writing/poetry slam

[Parel]

So, this has probably been done before, but share your stuff.
:)

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[redheadedali]

OK, I'll play, if only to give this a bump, because I think it is a cool idea for a thread :). It's been a while since I slammed, but this is a piece I used to do:

Insatiable

I never see it coming.
You’d think that with experience I’d learn,
But my cyclical serendipity always
Takes me by surprise

I find you in the strangest places.
Classrooms and corner bars
Places which are hardly homes for
Movie gods and rock stars
You are everyday and commonplace
Then suddenly I realize
You are joy.

Your pleasure crashes over me in waves
Salts me, carresses me,
Pulls me into undertow
Draws me into depths
Which teem with life and love and sorrow
Where a voice whispers to me
With a classic movie passion,
“You need kissing,
Badly.”

And I do
I crave that moist and probing touch
That overwhelms all reason,
Hollows out a space
That only you can fill.
Pouring into me a hedonist’s delight,
A passion for all the beauties I learned be feel
And recognize in any variation

Stage fright with spotlights blinding me
First cigarette that filled me up with mystery
Startled gropings in the adolescent dark
Skyline blazing in the Texas night
Sgt. Pepper on the hi fi
All the world’s sublimity rolled into you

I drink you in
Absorb your entirety
Cool fingers on my knee
Sweet calm speaking to the inner parts of me
Gentleness seeping deep into my flesh and bone –
Your touch a loveliness
Adulterous and chaste at once
Serenity and solace kindling to a fever pitch of
Flashing lights on freeways
Where I fly at breakneck speeds
Through curves sinuous and smooth
Curves so much like mine
Which in my dreaming tempt you.

I long to be alluring
Just as you are to me
You move me to ecstasy –
Where I dance with the ancients
My hair smoky with the incense of the sacred rites,
Caught up in nightclub throes and
Mystified -
To me, you are communion
Matchless synchronicity
Wordless
Elemental
Unrestricted
By conventions of our consciousness
Unlimited by definition or complacency

Thus I partake of you
Soak up union
Which leaves you none the wiser
And me infused with grandeur –
You do requite me.
You sing to me,
Enfold me,
Encircle me with your transcendence.
I entreat you to
Compose me
Paint me with words
Play me and shape me like clay
Until my being burns
Inspired by you in the antique way
Drawing breath from you and
Waking into life –
I am requited

We take our leave for now
But rest assured –
It will begin again.
I am adrift in you,
Lost to your rhythm
Helpless to your fierce poignancy
Your luminous fury
I am at your mercy,
Longing to long for you
Aching to ache for you
Intoxicated, smoldering –
For you,
I am insatiable

[indieinkgrrl]

i have pretty much all of my writing from over the years archived on my site at www.darksideoflight.com

here's a poem i was thinking about yesterday, one i wrote when i was in college for my creative writing workshop:

arrival (for m.f.)


hips sway hips

your small thin frame

swallows space

play notes of sheer delight

sing, sing your soul


not a scent of anxiety in the air

as strings press

into hard, strong

callused fingertips


sweat drips

t-shirt soaked with stains

a veil for your pendulous

bra-less breasts

sober ink tattoo time wounds

scatter across you


voices cry

as music drives

hips sway

-d.r.k.


-danielle
::indieink!::
www.darksideoflight.com/indieink.htm

[Parel]

Indieinkgirl-- Wow! you really know how to create a mood
Ali-- I like the pace of your poem. You really have control of the meter, even though it's irregular.

Here's a piece that's not, hm, my best, but it's appropriate for my life at the moment.



Rhyme, these days, seems so contrived:
And tears and smiles, emotion, for
Flowers, we know, will only grow
Alongside a coffin,
And if I felt love in return,
What sort of love would that be?
A story I once heard
Equated pain with beauty,
The least-among-you salvation ideal--
I hear it every day. We protect ourselves by
Joining, and we die once we're there, but
Someday I'll raise my own hope,
Coffin-free, and the cynics will scoff
For a time.
Then I'll rhyme.

[redheadedali]

Wow, Parel, that's awesome - nice imagery, and I love the way it comes full circle at the end. Good job. :)

Alison