Poetry Archive :: My One and Only

I’d like to take a moment to state, for the record, I am INSANELY proud of this week’s Micropoetry. Firstly, I used the French term arrondissements and rhymed it in a manner that was not only relevant but utterly awesome.

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Second of all, I wrote a love letter to my favourite city: it is perfectly acceptable to express love for a place, I am reliably informed, and this is a town I fell in love with at an early age. It is where my husband proposed to me, and where we went for our honeymoon. It’s also where I spent my 50th Birthday, and (if I have the chance) is probably where I’d retire. Mostly, Paris is amazing, and as a result, utterly deserves more poetry to be written about it.

This, I feel, is a pretty decent start.


My One and Only

Will never fail to understand
Always willing to take my hand
My one and only soothes the soul
Returning peace, making heart whole.

Her arrondissements surround
Life weary girl: effect profound
Agreement between life and death
Remaining even when I’ve left.

The Seine will calm inherent fear,
An understanding strong and clear:
From cafe warmth to Tour Eiffel,
Ring Notre Dame’s distinctive bells.

Your sounds will heal the broken parts
Of mind and body, then will start
The reconstruction of belief
Elimination of brief grief.

This city never cheats nor lies
Brings joy with greeting and goodbyes
My one and only, staunch best friend
Paris, beginning without end.


Poetry Archive :: The Sensual World

I am gonna have a hard time bettering this week’s offerings next week, and suspect it could be time for a change in tack on the ‘romance’ front. Whereas the Haiku is clearly doing the dirty this week, the Micropoetry decides to be a bit more reflective in its dissection of passion between the sheets. However, people are still having sex, the word orgasm gets used and so this might cause a bit of a ruckus in certain circles.

Please consume your erotic literature (in all its forms) as responsibly as possible.


The Sensual World

My grasping hand pulls forward need,
Equal pressure soft lips will feed:
Upon the fruits these bodies yield
Whilst layered warmth ‘neath cotton shield.

As coupling becomes our dance
Desire fights passion, both advance,
Beyond the simple pulsing beat
Of small release; orgasms fleet.

Our coalescing, strengthened whole
Compelling mind, intertwined soul:
Together locked, deepening tryst
Where pain and doubt will not exist.

As each new spark of passion flares
Between us both burden declares
The strengthening of final form:
That redefines accepted norm.

Our sensual world, never far
Within whatever space we are
Requiring simple care to fuel;
Eternal fountain of renewal.


 

Poetry Archive :: The Slightest Touch

This week, because VALENTINE’S DAY, I decided to throw a little erotica into everything. That means I should probably warn you that these five Haiku are about SEX, there are MAN PARTS involved and it’s probably one of the most fun things I’ve written for a while. There’s not enough stuff about adult relations on Twitter which is sympathetically done. We all know about the body parts in the DM’s that NOBODY ASKED FOR but this is loving, consensual and perfectly normal. Oh, and there’s a money shot.

Enjoy, and always remember to use protection.


The Slightest Touch

Sensitised, moving
Side to back; your arrival,
Waking arousal.

Coarse flesh, rough hands brush
Back to hip: pulling closer
Face blurs as lips touch.

Lost in joint passion
Blessed manipulation
Bodies twist, reset.

Looking down to you,
Hands grasp: shifting weight above
Organ pulse inside.

This slightest touch starts
Chain reaction: from life’s spark
Little death our end.


Poetry Archive :: Hate

Love is not all it is cracked up to be. With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, for some the whole sordid affair is less than attractive. What is often forgotten are those stories that won’t sell flowers or chocolates. This poem is one of those and is based on a true story. I realise how lucky I am, having been with the same person for many years, and that the sanctity of marriage is not actually a guarantee you’ll end up being treated either fairly or decently.

Every relationship has the possibility of going south really fast. In this case, it took a decade for the deception to be exposed.


Hate

Here you are, attentive:
Yet somewhat sarcastic,
No longer that fantastic.
What we possessed has gone;
Love evaporated,
Relationship outdated.

So overly cheerful
As to become grating
Then slightly nauseating.
Acting like a grown-up:
No need to be twisted
I might yet have persisted…

Were it not for the fact,
You’ve been sleeping with him
My own younger kith and kin.
Grasping one’s not enough,
Wanting to pleasure both?
Abuse of the marriage oath.

Sexuality’s fine,
Not where objection lies
Enjoying both girls and boys.
But you married me, not
My brother, so therefore
High time I showed you the door.

Hate’s a really strong word,
We both feel that from you
Now the truth has been cut to:
No longer so happy,
Bring deceit to a close.
This deception is exposed.


 

Poetry Archive :: Transition (Micropoetry)

I’ve decided, starting next week, I’m going to try and do some longer micropoems for the next three weeks or so. These are tougher asks but are the best way to accurately flex my poetic grey matter. It is also important to be able to have a bit of time to think and redraft them after initially written, which means next week you’ll get the first part of the five slightly later than normally advertised. Real life has been tough at the nd of this week but I’m still determined to keep this creative impetus going.

Come back next week and see if I succeed, but for now… enjoy last week’s efforts.

 


 

Transition :: Two

There is no way
Moment gets better;
Stop panicking
Pull it together.

Take a long look
At what needs changing:
Forget the rules,
Try re-arranging.

Remember this
Can still be salvaged;
Fight every fire,
Restricting damage.

Finally, as
The dust has settled:
What’s left to save,
From ideas levelled.

You’ve problem solved
All trouble destroyed;
Disaster ends,
Sent packing, annoyed.

Poetry Archive :: Transition (Haiku)

Because we found ourselves crossing two months last week, and it has become easier for me to write in complete sequences, I decided to use the same title for both sets of poetry. As seems to be the theme of late these words have a completely different resonance than was the case when they were written last week… and am proud of these haiku, far more so than any that have proceeded. This sequence works well not simply as five different pieces, but as a complete poem.

I think I’m getting somewhere.


Transition :: One

Grinding to a halt:
Suddenly, too much; how can
Simplicity die?

Moving across space,
Transition: should be easy
Except, this has failed.

Considered options
Concertina: shrinking to
Tiniest failure.

Sudden explosion,
No comprehension, exception
To months of planning.

Sometimes, things go wrong:
Inevitability,
Fate, out of your hands.


 

Tightrope

Today is the last push for me to be ready for February’s new Content Onslaught (TM) and, as it stands, things are looking pretty well finished. I won’t get the Short Story archived in one hit as I’d hoped, but it is close enough now for me to not stress about that process happening in a few pieces. The secondary content will follow and be introduced as time goes on, and I have a decent window of opportunity to even take a day off (of sorts) on Friday to organise some domestic stuff.

All in all, the balancing act is beginning to pay off.

There will be a new content appearing tomorrow on various pages too: the January #Narrating 2018 and #Soundtracking2018, plus the first of our short stories will all have their own spaces. It is the necessary evolution of using Twitter as a delivery medium, to place this content in a static space for long-term consumption. It means that stories that I don’t produce in this way but still want to share will have a long-term home, and I hope there will be a lot more of them going forward.

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I’ve also reached out to Twitter in the hope of finding someone to prepared to start working with me, perhaps on a reciprocal basis.

I certainly would not have considered this course of action a year ago. I hope it can be the start of steps forward into new spaces and bigger Universes, but until I put myself on the line, I’ll never know.

BRING ON THE MONTH OF LURVE.