calpurnia mockingbird

Sep 2014

Helen

so? is plagiarism no longer a writers deadly sin?

Opposed
September 03, 2014 Daily Poem

Locking Lips

"I swear when our lips touch,
I can taste the next
sixty years of my life"

Above is an excerpt from Rudy Francisco's Love Poem Medley

http://lit.genius.com/Rudy-francisco-love-poem-medley-annotated

I highly doubt Opposed is Rudy Francisco... The poem of the day today did not acknowledge the original writer or poem only stated in the notes
"Thank you for selecting this as the daily poem! :)"**

It's ok to seek the elusive 15 minutes of fame as long as it's YOUR fame to celebrate...

If you think I'm being harsh just consider if it was your own piece of writing that was so blatantly flaunted by another as their own by denying acknowledgement to the rightful owner...

calpurnia mockingbird Sep 2014

Morning Worship

I could bathe in your words, let them soak into my skin as I luxuriate in every lust filled line, every plea for passion floating around me in scented steam as I lay back and dream of how I would taste upon your tongue, how my breathless voice would sound in your ear.
I travel through countless worlds created by a million words but none touch me where touch is so sorely needed, none set my skin aflame and leave my breath caught in my throat, marking your absence there.
Oh won't you journey into my depths to rest awhile within the folds of my passion as I drip, honey slick from your eager mouth, my trembling hands knotted at your crown, my every wish granted as I fall to my knees in worship of your mighty pen

Sep 2014

Poetic T

Black Roots

I crawl from the ground
Black roots release me
From my grave,
Wood
Splinters,
Earth,
Torn from
The underground
I walk as my roots of black
Spread  across the land,
Like vines they spread
Suffocating,
All other life around.
Decay,
leave,s its touch on this land.
   I walk the land from the grave.
The roots released me
From my rest
Now I poison the land
With each step
Corrosion
  Withering,
My roots saturates the ground
Decay,
Erode,
Decompose
I am dead but my legacy,
Will be death as my roots suffocate the land,
All life is drained
There will only be
Extinction,
Oblivion,
Darkness,
Where ever my roots take ground
As I fear no other
What can the dead fear
As all that surrounds, is death all around.

#death #decay #roots

Sep 2014

bones

Yesterdays

He stood
At the end
Of the days
That had passed
And he wept
For them all
As they spilled
Through the gaps
In his fingers
That clawed
The air
At their backs
Til the one
That he thought
That he'd caught
Was his last.

should have turned round
before it was too late ! :o(

Sep 2014

Dean Eastmond

Berlin

she liked her liquor darker
than the backstreet beat poetry
she read in the cracks
of so few hearts.
she kissed storms and they hit
her back. she called it love.
she collected tears in bottles
and whispered that it was wine,
while the world ignored her,
breathed her in
and spat her out into ***** motels,
with broken mirrors
for broken hearts.