Thank you SFC ~~gushing, tripping all over self~~. I'll have a few more in a day or two. I dare say your two poems are really wonderful pieces; both from the same person and yet so different in sensibility:

"[Goodnight] is another sensual but non-erotic one..." I totally agree that erotic and sensual are two similar but different experiences. "Goodnight" does indeed exemplify the latter. I was particularly moved by the line that reads "flushed with that ache of tiredness". How poetic! So visual and drenched with emotion. And what can I say about "Pandora" except...exquisite!

This has definitely been my favorite thead at Pixies, by far. I feel like I'm really getting to know you guys (girls) through your words. It's such fun.

Nubian, thank-you so much --- you're too kind!

I've actually been told in writing classes that my writing is too sensual (this was referring to writing that wasn't erotic in the least, by the way --- it was about music) but I think that the senses are the key to experience. If you can't write about what you're perceiving, through those senses, then what is there to write about? Everything we know, we know through sensory experience... Of course, sex is just about the ultimate in sensory experience, which perhaps explains why I love it so much!

Anyway. Enough diatribe. I'll stop before this becomes another 'soapbox episode'! :D

I'm posting another of my poems in hopes of eliciting more of your Haikus in return. This one is in graphic format, as I think the formatting is integral to the piece, and I can't preserve that well enough on here. The poem is called 'libertad'.

--- sweetstuff

Sweetstuff, It's really hard to convey how truly wonderful and stunning your words are when I am left without a breath after reading them... *sigh*
Thank you for your sharing your writngs here! :)

Hi SFC

you were right about the graphics on libertad. they added to the mood without distracting from the sentiment

My poem
 

I am kind of a hopeless romantic so sorry if this is a bit mushy for some. I wrote this after my best friend in the world found a boyfriend.

To experience fear of speaking
of love so close to heart.
A love trapped in a ring
like a poets unfinished art.

I speak yet nothing comes out.
I talk of life without a shroud,
but it's love I fear to give a shout.
As you leave my mind becomes a cloud.

For now I am late.
She found another with a mind so clear.
Love is something my heart will debate.
My soul has undergone many hardships and wear.

I feel I wish to meet the daggers end,
to this thought I shall not bend.

Radies --- That is an absolutely beautiful piece of writing! It conveys such powerful emotion... I'm moved! So sorry you had to go through that experience --- it's all too common, sadly... I hope you'll keep writing, and continue to share your poems with us here!

And Aquaman & Glyndwr... Thank-you so much for your compliments. I tend to be hyper-critical of my own work, so sharing here took some guts --- in fact, I was almost as nervous posting these as posting my pics, which is really saying something! But, just like with the pics, it gets easier to share the poems as I hear your encouraging comments. I'll try to dig out something more to share, when I get a chance.

--- sweetstuff

My second poem
 

Sorry for the more negitive aspect to my poetry. I often write about experiences that I've had. This is another one about my best friend Josh.

It's three in the morning,
and he's still not home.
Her heart is braking
because she's alone.

The spirits fill his body quickly,
He feels no sense of responsibility.
His friend's urging makes him party wearily.
Drinking away the night in the city.

A woman can not change his ways.
She mourns to see his mind decline.
His youth has seen such better days.
Times where his future was first in line.

As a friend, a brother without blood,
I tell you the bottle will make you a dud.

Re: My second poem
 

Radies, that's another powerful piece, so clearly heartfelt. I was very deeply moved, having had experiences close to that all too many times, experiences that ended very badly. I hope you can tell your friend how you feel about this situation.

--- sweetstuff

Here's something in a more erotic vein. A little longer, and definitely more steamy, than what I've posted here before...

together apart

I close my eyes
legs blissfully
open
to your
imagined
explorations

my fingers sink
into the velvet luxury
of my breasts
my nipples
fleshy gems
in my palms

your hands
in another room
ripple
sizzling waves
over your body

my wrists
skim lightly, hotly
over gentle curves
of waist and hip
fingers trickling
silken shocks over
belly and
mound

your somewhere-else hands
slide downwards too
kindling sparks as
hot coals, prodded,
burst aflame

those hands of yours
grasp burning flesh
their rhythms
pulsing you into
delight

as my fingers
slide deep
deep within

softness envelops
then spasms
lightening drenches
me
in dripping joy

you
though distant
know this
and your molten
pleasure
bursts forth
flooding my
imagined
body

we moan
together
in
unhearing
harmony

well written
 

Sugarfreecandy,
That was a very good piece. It was very erotic yet beautiful at the same time. I hope to read more of your work soon.
Radies

SFC

I like 'Together apart' very much. It is so apt for Pixies.

On a lighter note : a limerick entitled "Pixies-place"

There's a place I found on the 'net,
And lots of people I've met,
Some good and some bad
Some clever, some mad
But I've not met a normal one yet!!

is this poetry?
 

I've seen this quaint poem on a few toilet walls:

here i sit
broken hearted
trying to shit
but only farted


enjoy the day!

LOL. Yup, that's a classic.

Sweetstuff
 

I've been on holiday and came back to pixies only to be blown away by your poems. They are beautiful, imaginative. You go, girl!! Can't wait to have you post more. I enjoyed libertad - very visual.

Radies - your pieces are powerful, and I can share your feelings.

Nubian - sexy haiku - I didn't even think it could be done.

Glyndwr - do you want to start a new thread for funny poems?

Eyes Fever-like red,
Mall filled with shoppers
Yet she cries alone

Not mine, this was sent to me by a friend
 

The Penis Poem

My nookie days are over,
My pilot light is out,
What used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout.

Time was when, on its own accord,
From my trousers it would spring,
But now I've got a full-time job,
To find the blasted thing.

It used to be embarrassing,
The way it would behave,
For every single morning,
It would stand and watch me shave.

Now as old age approaches,
It sure gives me the blues,
To see it hang its little head,
And watch me tie my shoe .

heard that poem before. but still a goodie :)

Dreamer
 

Slide down a rainbow
Land on a cloud
Reach for a star
And dream out loud.

Fly with an angel
Blowing kisses in the air
Dance with the spirits
And dream without a care.

Play naked with a dreamer
Making love in a tree
Close your eyes to dream
And you may see me.

A Voice Inside
 

Softly – Psssst!
She heard the familiar whisper
The young woman looked up.

Again – Psssst
She started to smile
Her eyes beginning to glow.

Teasing – Come on!
She giggled softly
Her gaze turning to the window.

Flirting – Yes, nighttime and it’s snowing
She quickly went to look
Her smile grew wider.

Stimulating – You know you want to
She giggled louder
Her eyes dancing with excitement.

Seducing – It’s time baby, I dare you
She giggled and shed her clothes
Naked she ran laughing out the door.

Urging – Yes keep going, do it
She twirled around, her hands up catching the snow
She ran and laughed, sliding to the ground.

Peaking – That’s it, play, laugh, live
She rolled in the snow, teeth chattering
Then wet and cold she ran laughing back inside.

Triumphant – Feeling better now, aren’t you
She smiled climbing underneath the warm covers
Her eyes closed, she giggled softly.

Pleased – I might want much more
She pulled the covers over her head and giggled
Her body beginning to relax in the warmth.

Warning –Listening to me may prove risky
What fun would I have if I didn’t listen, she whispered
You are the voice of my heart, without you I wouldn’t exist.

Sweetstuff... EVERY time I read one of your poems my heart almost stops and I forget to breathe... I can't imagine what my face looks like to anyone passing by... I must look catatonic. After I finish reading I slowly become aware of the blood resuming flow through my veins, and my breath returning to it's steady rhythm.
Thank you.
*sigh*

For SFC...
 

As she writes
letters pour forth
from her mind

Words penned
and cast
from memories

As words connect
each line whispers
yet speaks strong

So thankful
for shared
feelings unveiled.

Wow, Aquaman, I think that's probably some of the highest praise I've ever received for my writing... For almost anything, in fact! And it's been a long time since I've inspired any poetry (other than my own) --- I'm so touched, I really don't know what to say, except of course THANK-YOU! *kiss*

Radies, thank-you so much! More is on its way...

Xanne, I'm glad you like the poems as well. Most of my pieces actually move around on the page like 'libertad' does, and the sense of space and movement is very important in terms of the writing process for me --- I tend to write very quickly and scatter the lines all over the page --- but these forums don't allow enough formatting to preserve that, so I'm making do... Just use your imagination as you read them and let certain lines reach out to you more, and certain lines break away entirely from the surrounding piece, and you'll get the idea.

Tammi --- I love the sense of play and sheer joy that comes through in those poems of yours! So different from the mood of the piece you posted here before! Keep writing, and keep sharing with us here!

Nubian --- That last Haiku you posted is so vivid! Amazing how a few words can be so incredibly dramatic. It brought back some very powerful memories for me, and actually would fit rather well with some of my poems, but I'm not sure that Pixies' forums are the best place to delve into my whole history of social phobia and panic attacks, yada yada yada... Still, I'd love to know what the background to that particular piece was!

And to all you guys and your humourous poems --- LMAO!!!! (I especially like your Pixies' limerick, Glyndwr!)

Anyway: here's a poem I wrote last night, during the looooong bus ride home from Ottawa. My boyfriend fell asleep against my shoulder at one point, and I wanted to capture the wonderful sense of calm and love that comes from drifting off to sleep together, so I dug out my notebook with my free hand and started scribbling. I don't usually share poems when they're this new and 'raw', so please be kind!

*

afterglow

peace
together
after passion

sprawling warmly
into one another

my ear to your heartbeaat
your hand heating
the naked intimacy
of the small of my back
legs and feet
a happy jumble

and the rise and fall
of your chest
floats me along
the contented curve
of your gentle
smile

into fulfillment

and sleep

and life

SFC, the poem is really about me and reflects the loneliness and confusion that I sometimes feel. It's a feeling of disconnectedness, that there's something missing, that I've not found my "true purpose" in life (if there's such a thing). At these moments, I seek the solace of crowds (malls, theaters)...I mingle, yet still I'm apart; I am surrounded, yet alone.

We have amazing talent here at Pixies!!!

Poetry with such feeling.....and soul....and very erotic...Mmmmm

I just love reading them....thank you all and PLEASE keep them coming!!!

This thread has been quiet lately... Maybe if I share another poem of my own, I'll get to read more wonderful writing from my fellow Pixies' Poets? I hope? The power, openness, and rawness of feeling in the writing here never ceases to amaze me --- I've just been reading over the thread and I'm breathless all over again. Of course, the humourous poems are great too --- laughter is a marvellous thing.

electricity

the thick black
insulating plastic
surrounds
and
encases
the slender wire
of my life
only
when I plug myself
into friendship
into love
into you
only then
does the fiery current
run rampant
only then
I feel the shock and tingle
of emotion
I need you
the closed circuit
of your arms around me
the completeness
of being
we
instead of
I

*sigh* :yellghst:

A love once had

When I hear the song of peace
and love, I weep for I've heard with you.
And experience where which we have had, I die
for no longer it be true.
For every thought, I see your eyes, feel your skin
smell your scent, taste your lips, shall I never again I sense
For the love we have has died away.

Oh good, it's working, the thread is coming back to life!

Radies, that was such a touching poem --- the strength of your emotions comes through so clearly...

Here's another of mine, in hopes that I'll get to read more of yours (and everyone else's). This one is more along the lines of Pandora.

pause

the milky grey fog of solitude
absorbs me
my cries dead as they leave my throat
even the pungent scent of my desperation
gets eaten
devoured by the blank:
the nothinglife
of waiting
alone
the black hole the blue depths
the indigo vacancy
of not-yet
clamp murderous teeth
around
the vibrancy of now

all sensation
on hold
waiting for maybe

very beautiful sugar...guess i haven't written so much cause i missed you so bad....thanks for makin the fire burn again

Always
 

Walk with me
When the sun is shining or
if it's raining.
In the heat of summer or
the cold of winter
In the light of the moon
when the stars are bright
Underneath the clouds
and the howl of the wind.

Walk with me
When my heart is heavy
and make it light.
When yours is sour
I'll make it sweet.
Through all parts of my life
making them yours.
Let me do the same
to make them ours.

Walk with me
Always.

Oh, Tammi, that's a lovely piece! I can almost imagine that being incorporated into a wedding ceremony --- it could even be used as matrimonial vows! Very tender and loving. And I like your signature very much too!

And Radies --- aww, you're a sweetie. Do keep writing. Please.

--- sweetstuff

Thank you SFC for the compliments on the writing as well as the signature. I enjoy your writing as well.

Her Search
 

His heart is sealed
With chains of pure gold
And few hold the key
To open the lock.

His mind is inside a vault
Made of the finest metals
And few have the combination
To find out what’s inside.

His eyes are deeply hidden
By unbreakable glass
Few can melt it
To see what’s inside his soul.

And those that hold the key
He has given his heart
And those that hold the combination
Know his mind.

But to melt the glass in front of his eyes
You must first believe and understand him
This she searches for, as his eyes hold the truth
To getting the key and combination.

Wow... This is definitely the place to come if you're stressed...
such good work here. :D

Radies, Tammi, and SFC... very moving words all.

All cares seem to cease when reading words which convey such powerful imagery. Thank you all for sharing...

For SFC
 

The Chair

There it sat, erect, towering
Lines clean, svelte…metallic.
A monstrosity of modern medicine,
Wrapped uncomfortably in brown leather.
It’s form uncompromisingly aligned with function.

It’s designed to be life-supporting;
With burly arms calculated
to keep occupants safely seated,
But succeeding only in being enormously confining.

There it sat, erect, menacing,
Its legs polished, gleaming, sterile.
Painfully wrapped in brown leather.
Form too closely following function.

Nubian ---

First of all, welcome back, we've missed you!

Secondly, that poem really strikes a chord in me. I live next door to a nursing home and have been a pet therapy volunteer in the Alzheimers' wing for many years, and the geri (geriatric) chairs there have always bothered me enormously. I began to hate them even more when my friend, who had Huntington's Disease, had to be confined to one... Mercifully she no longer has to deal with that or any of the other cruel restraints, as she passed away almost a year ago.

I suppose I should explain a little here, folks will be wondering why that poem was (so generously) dedicated to me... I challenged Nubian to try a poetry exercise that a poet friend of mine and I created. My friend had written a number of poems using chair imagery over a period of several years, and as I dug through them I began to see subtle changes in how he used the image and recognized that they revealed a great deal about his mindset at each point. We decided to challenge the students in his class (he's an English teacher) to write their own chair poems, and were stunned by the variety in the responses. I don't know what it is about the particular image, except that it's something everyone can relate to. Anyway, I challenged Nubian to write a chair poem as well, and now I'll share mine as well in return......... I'd love to see what the other Pixies' poets would come up with based on this little exercise --- if anyone wants to try I'll happily send the instructions...

the chair poem

velvet
enfolds
her

wraps her in
c i n n a m o n
softness
creamy
quiet
comfort

she
f l o a t s
in its
embrace

a fetal
curl
in
heirloom
tradition

family

compassionate

g r a c e

A Chair Poem

Smelling of powder and time
Revealing the impressions it has received

pattern and style of a long gone era,
gently curved, wide open arms,
sturdy, broad seat, lumpy from use,
a haven for those in need of respite,

Reminding me of the grandmother who once rested there.


Corny>>>>> an early morning attempt.......must go now 'verklempt' missing grandma...... fun SFC thanks!

...at sfc's request...
 

I was just chatting with sfc in the PixiesPlace channel of the chatroom and she pointed this thread out to me after I mentioned that I write poetry. So, at her request to see some of my work, I'm going to post a piece...here goes nothing...

XXII.
Walking in the space
Between Heaven and Hell
Left by the form
Of a stolen God.

The world is hollow
We sucked it dry
Withered husk
Between life and death
Rotting in stagnation.

We are all dead
Life cannot come
From a barren womb
We threw our souls on the fire
As we watched our mother burn
For fun and profit.

All was created
With the passion of a single mind
Yet still we throw away passion
For the illusion of temporal power
We gave to much
For absolutely nothing,
No trade backs.

FADE

Twilight time
Long slow fade to black
Velvet curtains running down,
Funeral shroud embracing the players
Faces locked in a tableau of anguish and horror.

You can feel it,
Sub-sonic hum
The apocalypse riff
Humming in the dead air
The drone of flies
Feeding on the corpses
Shuffling through the sad final acts
Of their death scene.

Still the tragedy marches on,
The mummers dance
In their three-piece suits
Hoping their gilded god
Can hold back the doom,
They simply feed the beast.

We?re burning out
Like a cigarette discarded
Each breath we take
Consumes a little more
Until there is nothing left
Save smoke on the wind
Wiped away
As night falls over our graves.

XXIII.
9:30 on a Friday evening
Cool breeze
Setting sun defining the skyline
Making the glass towers burn
In bright flashes of silver and gold.

I watch the people
A couple hundred lives
Weaving in and out among each other,
A most complex dance
With steps as simple
As eating or talking.

Couples walk hand in hand,
Children run in and out
Between the tables in a little cafe
While their parents talk and laugh
Over cups of after dinner coffee.

So much can be learned
By watching how someone eats, or laughs,
Or draws a lover close,
Or plays with a child.
The deepest secrets of life
Are revealed everyday
Described in the subtle gestures
Of living.

I often wonder
If God watches us
From the patio
Of some celestial coffee house
Enjoying the play He wrote.
Does He know the ending ?
Does He enjoy the dance
For knowing the steps ?

I have often thought
That we were created
So that God could learn
What it?s like to be human
He knows what it is to be God,
It?s easy to know yourself
But it is impossible to explain
Being Human.

XXVIII.
lying
still
no motion
melting down through
the floor...drip, drip, drip
liquid flow
technicolour
flying
space
going three dimensional
(then a fourth, then a fifth)
mind slide
fusion
screaming bloody winged ANGELS
tear away the flesh
e x t e n d i n g
into, through, beyond
encompass it all
BURNING
moment forever
spinning
down, up
rushing, speeding
broken
shards of mirror
through
out
?it?s so pretty beyond...?
beyond what ?

TORONTO

The city sleeps
Rumbling concrete beast
Alive in slumber
Shimmering, shifting
Dreaming beneath our feet.

You know it?s alive,
You can feel it?s pulse
Humming in the highwires,
You can feel its monstrous breath
While waiting for the subway.
That presence you feel
Alone on the street at night
Is the city walking with you.

On its back we crawl
Symbiotic, for we feed it
As much as it feeds us,
It moves with us
Follows us into the clubs,
Sleeps with us at night in our beds.

Unseperable
One entity
City and man
Moving, growing, dreaming
Together
Alive in everyone
It?s not where you live,
It?s who you are.

WINTER

Clear winters day
White flesh, white snow
Dreaming of becoming
A ray of light
Floating high over twig fingers
The wind blowing through me
Gleaming and pure.

And I can?t remember
The days of wine and roses
Anymore
They were lost
When I took a walk in my life,
Now I?m left with an empty bottle,
A handful of withered petals
And the faded memory
Of her body drawn
In the darkness.

Once,
I wrote every line
Of her perfect body
Once,
I breathed her form
In perfect detail
Once,
Every beat of her heart
Sounded within my breast.

But now she is gone
I looked away for a second,
I can?t even recall
What for
When I turned back
The winter snows
Had settled behind her eyes
So little time.

So now I stand
In the middle of unending winter
Wishing to be light
In the darkness,
Wishing to be fire
In the cold
But being neither,
I give all I have left
To regain spring.

And below
Blood roses
Bloom on the white breast
Of Winter.

Hopefully the division between each piece is clear...I hope you all out there like them...these are the peices that I am particularly pleased with...