I admire poets.
I read a bit of poetry here and there from people who seem to know what they are doing. I can’t claim to understand all of it and it’s hard, sometimes, for me to tell the difference between the poetry which goes way over my head and the poetry that just doesn’t make sense. I was never good at poetry during school. But that goes for a lot of things ….
Most of all, though, I admire poets for their bravery. The very best poems come from poets who are willing to hang their emotions out for everyone to see.
Now, I don’t really know how to write poetry, but even if I did I just don’t think that I’m capable of such bravery. I prefer to hide my emotions behind a sort of slap-stick carnality.
I read a poem from Ivor, here. I’m sure a lot of you are familiar with Ivor’s body of work and the deep well of emotion that he draws from. I was inspired by this one sufficiently to create an alternative version – not as any sort of competition but rather to indicate that I keep my own well of emotion tightly sealed, and that’s why, perhaps, I will never be called a poet ….
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I’m hot for you, baby
I’m burning red
Want to rip off all your clothes
And throw you on the bed
You’re glowing like a beacon
And I’m seekin’ your heat
Going to lick you all over
Starting at your feet
Your love is like an ember
I remember, how you scream
I want to jump into your fire
My desire. So obscene
Is it some kind of virus?
Is it something I can catch?
I want to keep that fire smokin’
Keep it stokin’. Light your match.
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I love slapstick carnality! We need more of that! Great poem!
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Wellllll…. 😀
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I agree with Meg! There’s room for everything under the title “Poetry”. I don’t know anything about “proper poetry” or the rules, but I know what I enjoy reading, and I always enjoy reading what you write.🌻
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I want you so,
I have a craving
for yours lips…
I need your touch,
just gotta
get my fix…
So please press
your body
against my hips…
Shower me with
sweet caresses and
a burning kiss…
Hit bullseye, Baby,
you just
can’t miss…
Let’s burn together
in an
overnight bliss…
Sorry, not my best piece, to say the least. I’ll do better next time 😉
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This is great, buddy. I should have commented earlier. I miraculously found my way into the NYC Midnight Short Story 3rd round and have devoted almost the entire day to completely fucking it up. My little ditties – my sad little rhyming five minute waves at the audience, probably represent time better spent.
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😉 No worries, there’s no such thing as a too-late comment. Your words are always welcome when they arrive. I’m sure that day of word juggling was worth it 🙂
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aha you’ve linked it to go doggy so Ivor would have NO clue that you’ve responded to his poem … smarter to link it to his own blog if you want a bite 🙂
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