to ElixirYour voiceto Elixir by vespera
like two fine glasses
for my eyes
And to become drunk
And to inebriate various moments
In your sphere, my veins are warm
Like a tide,
you roll me
Like a rain,
You as water, you a wonder,
you melodic, pulling, lustrous
into the brisance-
into the volatile syrup
of your creed
Weave into me
each igniting strand
of the quilt of fuses
blanketing each thought you think
Blanketing each moment
Weave me in- I want to know
what immersion has to learn
from your light- To know
more than first sight
Dragons and the Highway"Dragons and the Highway"Dragons and the Highway by Schofield-Alan
By Jeremy Johnson
Driving home at 4 am.
The sprinklers water business lawns
in their secret mist, except
for one rebel, gushing straight up,
a geyser against the smoky skies
As the moon lights up its last cigarette.
Victimized, the nocturnes launder their cowls
and fall asleep before they finish their prayers
for vengeance, damning their soft, soft eyelids.
These are dragons that live as people.
They sleep like people sleep.
Not but a few hours prior, they were chasing
Swinging flails in their claws, magic maces
and scepters with iron spikes, thirsty
for no blood in particular, and finding none.
No demons left to slay, long nights
resume the throne as nemesis.
Desperate, the dragons strike
at sprinkler heads. Defeated.
It will take all day
for my cowl to dry.
But at least people
will see my geyser
and know that I was there.
It WAS a hot one! Contest results!Anyone remember my hot little ol' contest?It WAS a hot one! Contest results! by FuzzyHoser
Or are we gonna focus on how much I suck for being almost completely missing in action over here? Pshh. Y'all still love me. (Hopefully) Anyway, there were some snazzy entries and I enjoyed reading them all. Y'all are purdy amazing, as per usual.
And now, for the weiners winners! By the by, I'm terrible with making decisions; y'all will see exactly what I mean when you get to the third place winner(s). I just couldn't decide, and y'all will understand this, too, when you get down to reading these pieces. Give 'em lots and lots of looooove, yeah?
"Why are you telling me this?" |
—Chautauqua Literary Journal
“A metaphor is not an ornament. It is an organ of perception.”
—Neil Postman, from The End of Education
"An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way."
"...I came to believe that poetry has a much stronger relation to the spoken word than prose has. Punctuation basically has to do with prose and the printed word. I came to feel that punctuation was like nailing the words onto the page. Since I wanted instead the movement and lightness of the spoken word, one step toward that was to do away with punctuation, make the movement of the words do the punctuating for themselves, as they do in ordinary speech."
—W. S. Merwin
“The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.”
"Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you've just got to turn away all the peripherals. And I miss them!"
"There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies."
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Sorry for this haha, but it gets so time consuming!