Thread: poem

and deluded we shall be..

Here's to the deluded.

....

Quid Pro Quo Mr. Dark....now one from me, but first tell me.....do you like fava beans?

she with the hummingbird eyes
had found the hidden flower in my soul
and with a flitting glance drained it's nectar
I having suddenly been empty sought in her
a quenching of desire so fierce
that in passion I fell into her
and our souls melded
for a brief eternity
©LeoManiacus 2010

As I sit her broken hearted
I ran all this way, but only farted
But please just remember this my good friend
The shithouse poet has struck again

yo, Adrian

blotted eyes swell to blackholes
and the rising sun bleeds gold through the edges of the shielding drapes
soaking the floor and walls of this loaned room,
fathers eyes pierce the ceiling in the form of
a nom de familiaris scheme percolating in the onset
of mania but alas the brilliant shimmer of hope
guides the lost mind, in a bottle just out of reach
and as I extend my arm and overshoot I realize
my head is out of reach not the bottle

©LeoManiacus 2010

Here's one for the day my KNIG....

twilight grows a deeper shade of death
sleeping sky descends upon my eyes
that panting death I've come to know so well,
the soul sucking battles lost to the atmosphere
such reminiscence fills me to sorrowful
and my mind squirms with intense dreams
in the cool sheets, as sheets of rain
beat this calming air of suspension
holding me aloft like a trilling flute solo,
hovering in the corridors of catatonia
while peering through the doors of conciousness
I can drift in either direction or both
©LeoManiacus 2010

Here's a Dicey nursery rhyme....

Betty and Jack up a tree
F-u-c-k-i-n-g
First comes Betty, then comes Jack
Then comes the goo out of Betty's crack

Pass summa that shit this way!

It's da kine brah, the white widow kine

The unfortunate limerick, and the silly 'Yo Adrian' aside, this post is terrific. You two continue to ascend, thanks. Some of it very nice.

Originally Posted by 2tomlinson

The unfortunate limerick,

The shithouse poet or my Andrew Dice Clay flashback????

Thanks 2T...didn't you say you are in publishing or something....hook a couple word wizards up with book deals, you gotta know someone looking for good poets.....

Originally Posted by maniclion

The shithouse poet or my Andrew Dice Clay flashback????

Thanks 2T...didn't you say you are in publishing or something....hook a couple word wizards up with book deals, you gotta know someone looking for good poets.....

There is no profit in poetry, skipper, only prophets, and very few of those. My advice to you two is start writing literary non-fiction, and target the few magazines that still appreciate stylists -- Rolling Stone, Outside, Men's Journal, maybe some others. Editors of bodybuilding magazines (if they're smart) should recognize the fact that you are an eclectic bunch, and avail themselves of first rate writers in their midst, such as yourselves. You would both make interesting columnists, in my opinion. But maybe pitch some smaller article ideas to begin with. I know you admire HST -- the man was obsessed with mastering the craft of writing, and he did. He started as an Air Force journalist, as I recollect, and continued to publish in newspapers as he forged his own style. Talent tells, even in these sanitary, blogish times (I hate that fucking word, 'blog') but I would counsel you to publish, and to continue to publish, because nothing will cause you to hunker-down stylistically than the obligation to produce first rate prose that will be read by a demanding, paying public.