There is never nothing new
Just rearrange things

I don’t write poems
I just remove the extra words that are in the way

Hold on to the words like whispers and shadows and wings
Recklessly insert adjectives
Tie it all to your delusions of profundity

Dig down deep for pain
no matter how senseless
Pick at your emotional scabs
Bleed

No one likes poetry
Constantly remind people of that
Tell them that you make it sound good to you and **** them
(Even though their ovation means everything)

Slip, dip and weave
With ambiguous wet dreams
Full lips and thick tongue
Mouthing…
Come
to an understanding
***** is much better than clean
Make it filthy
Soil it

Make it nostalgic
People need to be reassured that you were really ******* up as a kid
and that this poetry **** doesn’t just happen to people overnight

Make it esoteric
That way, when no one knows what the hell you are talking about,
you will have a good word to explain why

Say things that are so ill mannered that they are weighty
I will give you an example
“I’m not looking for a girl that is beautiful
I'm looking for one just barely ugly enough to **** me”

Incite large groups of people to *****

Get so personal that it gives people headaches

Expose yourself until everyone is embarrassed for you

Spew it all over the bar
In a drunken stupor
flaunt it lasciviously with your genitals
Pour yourself into reckless collisions
Drink from your soul until it rots your liver

Write until you want to **** yourself
then write about that

Make it as bitter as a Wal-mart associate
Make it so sweet she will swallow it all
before looking up at you with eyes like tiny puddles
To say, “that was beautiful”
(even though it was disgusting)

It should be raw
It should make you itch
It should be like rubbing up against it spreads it
It should be like VD

Make really long
Like it’s your *****
No,
Make it really, really long
Like its my *****

Make it rhyme
I mean don’t
Don’t

Don’t ever write another ******* poem
because I assure you
if I did not write it
than it must ****

and that is how poetry works

Michael L Sutter

Say you want a cat. A dog's too easy,
would wag when wag is inappropriate,
and slobber on the guests. You'll take the cat,
so different and strange, it drives you crazy,

its shiftlessness, its ins-and-outs, its chi.
You call. It does not come. Is this a pet,
this Dharma ***? You say you can't accept
its vacant gaze, its scorn, who yearned to be

at home with feral grace, with all you're not.
But you're a Body safely locked from Mind,
that Problem no Mind solves. This point's defined
for you by ****, who's not the pet you thought

but Otherness, one owned by God, or none.
Cat sleeps for hours, wants out. A job well done.

The fire was burning in the fireplace. The  fire was burning down for the night, and the damper  remained open to allow the smoke to vent.  The flames danced  their shadows in the darkness on the white walls. I wanted  to sleep peacefully in your arms.  I found myself in your arms, I needed to feel your touch all around, and I needed  to hear  your voice . When we were both close to sleep I wanted to sleep very closed to you ,exactly like the first day we made love ,listening to the rain.  No one has ever made me feel so special.. I closed my eyes again.... I thought I slept a little when I felt you  gaze upon me ,I felt  your  lips on  my hair, and I felt  your warm hand touching  my hand. You played with  my fingers and you  looked very thoughtful for a few moments. I suddenly felt that you've slipped a ring on my finger with a very gentle movement. I didn't know why you pressed the stone with your finger  . I fell asleep immediately. In my dream I felt you. You were still there. You were like a child .Love  seemed to be the same  as  yesterday. It seemed to be like playing a shuffle beat on your guitar .It seemed to be  like a foggy vacation . I could not see you clearly,but it was you,my dream man, the man of my dreams , the man I love and  the love of my man at the same time,entering my life and changing it forever. The flames  worn into deep curves with the passing darkness  , forming a deep depression of an  empty space on the walls . From time to time they vibrated their  red. In my dream  I saw your  dynamic shadow projected on the wall. They became one single  image   ,simultaneously moving  up and down ,retaining  themselves  in some kind of unmanifested   creative  void,more specific it happened  like merging together..This was the total end for me  and you understood.  You  made me going crazy. I loved you and I probably would have done anything for you .  I've got you and I anchored you in my own fecundity. I anchored you onto the earth...Next, I breathed up all the fecundity and the vibrancy of the earth...inside and outside my  physical being, clearly being  filled with light, It was like an absorption. I felt the happiness  filling  
me and I opened my eyes. You  slipped  inside  me and I could feel  you flowing slowly. I became a part of us like two bodies in one single body  at the same time, signing  up  the love cry  mysticism of feelings.
I suddenly felt the thrill of  the eternity. Rays of love crept in and crept out again
and they  caught the shoulders of our  souls . I felt the flow and the entwining of our merging  souls... An internal vibration  filled the space inside.It was like a Chopin sonata. We became  only  movement and emotion  ,movement and emotion. The heaven opened. No one was more beautiful than you. I saw a child so much loved by God like any other child of this world.... Your love  hugged me tighter and snuggled more closely than ever before. ...You became my prince of eternity. We couldn't move our bodies  any longer..It was our divine inheritance and  our freedom. I felt that we no longer need  our bodies to make love .I felt that it was not a dream ,I felt that it was the reality . I fell asleep next to you without dreaming anything. I felt safe with you. Standing behind me I felt your sweet kisses. The memory foam mattress  cradled  you in comfort throughout the night.In the morning I looked for you and you were not there. I felt your body  shadow in the soft  white bedding   .The bedding seemed to embrace the memory of the feelings.  The perfume of your body dulled  my sense . I thought you were gone as usual without saying anything .I opened the radio and I heard the  same song. Outside the sun seemed to mash the sky with its shine. It was a typical day of spring. I didn't  know why it seemed to be so much light around. Perhaps I felt  the light  supple and  much  more stronger than usual . I've never  felt  such a strong feeling ...  Again and again  I was waiting in  my solitude. But I came out and you were there  for telling me that you will stay forever with me.

These frozen eyes of winter glittering so cruel
Like scorching flames of fire, icy hearts to melt
When hearts can make the flame to eye the night so cool
And cool the night in winter, frozen songs to belt


But winter's heart,so cool in light ,on ice love dwelt
And dwelt in our igloo like a piece of flame,
When flames are hearts of sorrow needing songs to belt
And igloo is a scene, on which we sing for fame.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

We stretched out on open ground
To soak the sun from the air around us
I your child and you my gateway to the world
And we watched as butterflies kissed
Flew away
And kissed again
The flowers planted in fairy circles
Too-long years and years ago
And I cried to see you laughing again
How long has it been
Since we painted each other's lives
My finger-paint scrawling, full of innocence
Your masterpieces of mother's love
How long? too long
I cannot know how the years weighed heavy on you
While I flitted around as free as a bird
Or as sweet as the nectar
In Persephone's veins
Oh my mother, oh my sister, oh my dearest friend for life
How much can I show you
Of my soul
When all that I know is poured out from you
You know it all
You've seen it all and yet treasure my meager offerings
I do not have a grasp
On how you work your magic on this gold-dust filled evening
I cannot see how to give back
I do not know, I do not know
You are a Goddess to me

I am lonely for you
Which is strange to me,
I do not love you
I don't want your mouth on mine
I don't want your hand on my back
I do not wish we could be together
I do not wonder about the future
  (or try to draw you into it with a charcoal pencil)
But I am lonely for you
I want you, want you, truly, as my friend
But not very close,
I like to keep my distance until I decide
  to give permission
Maybe I will ask you
What you think of kelp
And myths
And a thousand other things
And still I will not know
You see!
I am not lonely for you for a while
And then I think
That I like your jokes
And I wish you could tell me one now
I could use a laugh

Dancing just outside my reach
Twisting little wraiths
Fractures of a beautiful creature
On the tip of my tongue
I can almost name its name
In a mocking manner
They twirl just a breath further than where I reach
Pretty pale pastels
And vibrant, verdant hues
Whisper just beyond where I can stretch
And they will go on turning
Lilting music murmuring
A background

Delicate as thin, cold glass
I cannot give you what you ask
Why can't I have my time to be
Alone and growing, healthy, free

Where is my bright future now
The silver lining to this cloud
The golden horizon I shaped is dead
Traded for the daisies about my head