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Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

Regret

Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Regret

I'm sorry if my poems don't bring you happiness
thrills of joys and cheers
to liven up your day.

when that happens
give me my failure's blame
for my mind couldn't tame
the sad-istic urge
to clothe them and dress
the figures in distress
on the bylanes and streets
trodden inglorious
for a poet to regret
he couldn't make his poems the way
they made your day!

Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

The Lone Adventurer

Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

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The Lone Adventurer

An explorer, a traveler
Ever so brave
Strolling through danger
Never a care
Nothing to lose
But nothing to gain
He wanders continuously
Always is lost
He finds amazing things
But he never cares
He's seen it all by now
There is no surprises
No new creatures to tame
No civilizations to find
Nothing is difficult
And this makes him weary
Without a challenge there is no excitement
Everything is a reminder of everything else
He wanders eternally
As patterns repeat
Dying more now eternally
Than ever before
Nothing is new, nothing not done before
No more colors, no, no more facts to ignore
And disprove, everything
Falls to the ground
Perhaps someday he'll finish
And whither, fall with no sound

Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

The Day I Overdosed

Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

Reece

The Day I Overdosed

Pop a few Bukowskis to set the day off right
And sip a little Hemingway to keep me feeling bright
Smoking on that Ginsberg, mind is opening wide

Doing lines of Robert Louis Stevenson,
and a Hookah full of Baudelaire
Ingesting Kerouac, it feels good I swear
Coleridge into my lungs, floating on thick air
Shooting up some Burroughs, my literary affair

I begin to lose sight of reality, taking some Cocteau
Tripping with the Kesey, my life is nearly through
A final hit of Huxley as transcendence I try to pursue

But old Walt Whitman, is where I say adieu.

Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

Friends Again

Nov 2013 Jasmine Martin

g clair

Friends Again

a thought I had
about the love
we shared before the merging
it seems as though
we've come around
our friendship worth the purging.

released like fish caught on the line
we swam our separate ways
but years would pass
and it would seem
those years
have turned
to days.

and now we two
can laugh about
our strange and quirky thing
the friendship never left us
though I tossed
my wedding ring.

we've come full circle
you and I
and back here at the start
let's promise once again my friend
no horse before the cart.

no misery
just company
and bitterness no more.
but leave some space
and pray erase
the chalk lines from the floor.

respect our present pleasantness
each day a new beginning
forgive the past
the die is cast
it's looks like we'll be winning.

About my ex-husband, Al V, aka Big Al, who I have known since 1976, married in 1997, divorced in 2004, and reconciled a friendship with in 2007. Friends again.

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Debout Sur Mon Orgueil Je Veux Montrer Au Soir

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Delmira Agustini

Debout Sur Mon Orgueil Je Veux Montrer Au Soir

Spanish

Debout sur mon orgueil je veux montrer au soir
L'envers de mon manteau endeuillé de tes charmes,
Son mouchoir infini, son mouchoir noir et noir,
Trait à trait, doucement, boira toutes mes larmes.

Il donne des lys blancs à mes roses de flamme
Et des bandeaux de calme à mon front délirant…
Que le soir sera bon.. Il aura pour moi l'âme
Claire et le corps profond d'un magnifique amant.

English

Forsaking my pride, I want to show the night
The inside of my cloak, plunged in mourning for your charms.
Its infinite handkerchiefs, its handkerchiefs black and black,
Piece by piece, tenderly, will drink all my tears.

The night lays lilies upon my burning roses
And cool cloths upon my feverish brow…
How good the evening will be! It will have, for me,
The luminous soul, the profound body, of a magnificent lover.

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Anecdotes

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Anecdotes

Blue zoo hue true through due stew brew flue crew boo to you grew jew new ooh poo rue sue shoe

Pain stain bane rain cain feign sane train brain lane main inane grain

Gold bold sold mold scold cold doled fold foaled hold rolled

Feel seal real deal meal keel heal heel kneel wheel zeal steel steal peal peel

Melt felt belt dealt knelt pelt welt

Pent mint sent rent lent vent bent went dent gent glint spent tent rent

House louse blouse

Curt shirt

Bridge ridge

Pocket rocket socket walk it

Crank dank frank hank rank stank bank tank yank blank sank

Tout pout rout route lout bout clout doubt shout scout

Knoll shoal foal bowl coal dole mole whole hole roll soul toll pole

Bust rust dust crust lust fussed just must combust trust

Lewd dude sued rude crude booed aptitude mood food *******

Fort sort court report tort port quart consort contort retort cohort cavort snort

Maid raid jade laid paid ***** obeyed aid made weighed evade parade afraid glade

Ounce pounce trounce bounce

Porch torch scorch

Flounder rounder

Trace face race lace ace brace case pace waist waste

****** haunch paunch launch

Long song gong **** wrong strong tong belong

Fast mast past vast crass glass brass last aghast hast

Gulch mulch

Survive alive hive rive jive live strive

Twirl whorl curl hurl furl burl girl pearl rural whirl

Flaunt taunt haunt daunt vaunt

Hoot moot loot boot toot shoot cute jute root suit newt

Weep seep steep keep heap deep creep leap beep jeep reap

Hide side abide bride died guide lied glide bide vied wide ride tide slide

Serene ravine green gene careen obscene demean

Fin pin sin men tin wren Zen

Bought naught fought caught ought distraught drought

Meld weld held gelled knelled quelled emerald withheld

Left heft deft

Verve swerve curve

String thing bring sing king ping ring wing sting ding

Boon soon moon tune loon **** noon rune croon

Knave grave brave rave save wave crave pave

Combating poetic writers block

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Optimism

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Optimism

I'll walk with you tomorrow along the endless shore, while the primal tides are beckoning what has never been before.

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Quote

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Quote

"If a man speaks in the forest, and there is no woman there to hear him, is he still wrong??"

Just as an insight, if you bring up this quote at a party there is almost no end to the women who say.... YES!!!

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Metaphysical Mystique

Oct 2013 Jasmine Martin

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Metaphysical Mystique

A good place to start would be an introspective analysis of self, but what of the ramifications of objectified manifest? If evil is incarnate then what is the nature of corporeally preternatural? Can we save each other from the truisms of self we all embody, or do we all wallow in the pandemic phatic of our own fatidic as we seek augur's tout. My imagination tells me I can create a personification that has mystical properties but can this be functional garb or is it basically illusion. Can we touch each other, or even ourselves with these extrapolations? So many of us live by this platonic proxy photic aimed humanitarian instinct, maybe the reason we don't seem to succeed is because we need to be bad to be good. Further some of us are so bad that we obviously don't deserve to live but are those of us so inclined doomed to die of the ramifications thereof? And will this malady be a contagious virulence for all? Were it not for the astonishingly astounding and incredible nature of life itself I would almost be forced to abjure the nature of metaphysics on a corporeal level. Fortunately for me the answer is much more simple, I need someone to make love to, or **** if you will. I believe in retrospect this is obviously clear! Forgive my blither.