Colours - Hello Poetry

Mar 2013

Megan Grace

I tried to
write
a poem about you
but instead
I scribbled a
big, orange-ink blob
and I figured
that made
just as much sense.

Mar 2013

CA Guilfoyle

Hawk

Hawk hunting in the grey, last light
sliced the evening air
talons locking swift
two birds falling
black of night,
breathes death
to rise - calling
ever endless as
breath

Mar 2013

shaqila

The Art of Making Nectar

I
In an instant they knew, as sure as the sun comes out each morn, that their destinies will never be the same again. And they embraced and sat in, waiting for the rain to stop and for reality to wake them up.
It didn't and thus they lay when they were found by the villagers, in an embrace and some say with a smile on their faces. Nobody knew what happened, it seems like they were alive one minute and gone the next...

II**
We closed our eyes and let the darkness consume us. Then, holding hands, we flew to the star in the middle of Orion's belt. We were dressed in loose transparent garments. We found a bed of hay-like material to lie. Our hands softly explored each other while our mouths kissed a million kisses.

'Let's stay here forever', she says. Undecided, her lover relents to the only love he has known. When they awaken, they find themselves in a field filled with strawberries and pumpkin. He grabs some strawberries and feeds his love and eats some. They explore the field hand in hand creating a trail of fluttering butterflies as they walk.
She thinks, I need a bath and immediately they're transported to a gorgeous river where the water rushes at just the right speed to refresh and yet not be swept away.

Introduction to a blossoming story...

Feb 2013

CA Guilfoyle

Honu sea - haiku

Viridian green
undersea sentient being
turtle touching me

Feb 2013

JM

Touching the Great Nothing

"Write what you know."

I want to write about
beautiful things,
but I only know
ugly.
Ugly hearts and stone blood.

Fetid loyalty.

I want to write about a love as pure as honey,
but all I know are the poison-tipped thorns of betrayal.

If I could put the right words
in the right order
at the right time
and explain what it means to lose you,
nobody would care.

I'd like to write about
my happy family,
laugh filled birthdays
and joyous gatherings,
but I only know
fractious,
secretive,
*******.

I want to touch another soul
make a connection with my words
share a part of my self
and help someone in the process,
but all I have been taught is
taking
keeping
lying
hiding
running
ruining.

I would love to write
like Pablo,
of wheat
and bread
and fields that don't weep,

but all I know are
desperate fumblings
in ******,
beer soaked bathrooms,
back alley
drunken
*******
by black
barely passable trannys,
diseases and
barely consensual bloodstains.

I cannot speak of such things.
It's bad enough I think about them,
even worse I write about them.

I write what I know.

Feb 2013

Catrina Sparrow

whiskey and bliss.

the earth spins sweetly
like a turntable in a sun-lit living room
or the hem of a long skirt in july

the best things in life are free

the sing-song laugher of the birds as i sip my morning coffee
the smell of fresh rain and wet concrete
the curve of the sky late at night
as i stare emphatically into the stars
hanging low to the wyoming plains and sage

how fantastic it is to simply **be

Feb 2013

CA Guilfoyle

Truffle - O's! (excerpt from children's story)

A merry forest pig was he
he woke up very early and hunted until three
snorting, sniffing, the air he's whiffing
never is he ruffled, only focused on his truffles
He goes **** rumping
grunt, grunting for truffle - O's!

Wild he runs and trots the greeny forest
with a jolly jig he wriggles and digs
his cloven hooves moving dirt like lightening
hunt, hunting for truffle - O's!

When at last he finds his gourmet morsels
a squeal is heard and fly the birds
clear from the forest, a happy hog
a squealing song of treasures found, his beloved
Truffle - O's!

just a little silliness.....