Bec's Poetry Corner

CoolBec · 08-06-2013, 07:03 AM

Snow Angel
by Karen Godson (aka Sapphos_Poet)

My eyes trickle over your sculpted hips
like cool spring water caressing
sun-warmed river rocks.
I marvel at the purity
of your ivory skin.
Your body,
so long untouched
is flawless like the landscape
after a midnight snowfall.
I want to walk across it
with feather-light fingertips;
careful to leave no blemish,
no sign I was ever here.
Only, we would know.

Blarobbarg · 08-06-2013, 08:04 AM

I like your work, CB. It's very pretty language, especially the last one you posted. A lovestruck, sensual poem is pretty much classic no matter how you look at it, but do you have anything on any other topics? I'd like to see what you can do with another idea beside love.

(Not that your work on love is bad, it's not, I just like to see a variety of work from writers.)

CoolBec · 08-06-2013, 09:57 AM

^ Well, I'm ashamed to admit that I'm pretty much a one trick pony when it comes to writing poetry. My muse only works when I'm writing about something that moves me emotionally, and most of my stuff is very personal.

I really should try to branch out though shouldn't I? Maybe you've inspired me!

CoolBec · 08-06-2013, 11:55 AM

Here's something a little different. I prefer poetry with some kind of structure to it, but there are ways to give structure to a verse besides just rhyming, like haiku for example. I'm intrigued with coming up with unique ways to give a poem structure.

It's still a love sonnet though...kinda

The Lifeboat

Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair
my horizon barren of hope
going nowhere...

Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish
my days barren of expectation
it comes to me!

Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along?
my heart barren of perception?
Love is my lifeboat!

(Becky P. 2013)

Blarobbarg · 08-16-2013, 10:09 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by CoolBec

Here's something a little different. I prefer poetry with some kind of structure to it, but there are ways to give structure to a verse besides just rhyming, like haiku for example. I'm intrigued with coming up with unique ways to give a poem structure.

It's still a love sonnet though...kinda

The Lifeboat

Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair
my horizon barren of hope
going nowhere...

Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish
my days barren of expectation
it comes to me!

Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along?
my heart barren of perception?
Love is my lifeboat!

(Becky P. 2013)

This is probably my favorite of all the poems you've posted so far. Personally, I actually prefer poetry that is rhythmic rather than rhyming. It may come from my love of percussion, I'm not really sure. Anyway, that's a non sequitor. Great work with this one, I love that it's a love poem, but takes a completely different direction that your other work.

CoolBec · 08-17-2013, 03:10 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Blarobbarg

This is probably my favorite of all the poems you've posted so far. Personally, I actually prefer poetry that is rhythmic rather than rhyming. It may come from my love of percussion, I'm not really sure. Anyway, that's a non sequitor. Great work with this one, I love that it's a love poem, but takes a completely different direction that your other work.

Glad you liked it B. As I've said before, my best muse is personal experience. It's always been difficult for me to get "poetic" about something unless I have strong feelings connected to it, so I guess that's why most of my stuff is about love...or lust..lol.

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Flower of Love
by Becky P.

The perfume of your arousal heightens my sense.
I want not wine; your fragrance looms
in the moment, rare...tense
Your flower blooms

Its petals tempt my amorous lips
Its crimson heart is radiant now with dew
Touched gently with fingertips
O flower of love! I give myself to you

Dr. Boo Bear · 08-19-2013, 08:01 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by CoolBec

It's still a love sonnet though...kinda

The Lifeboat

Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair
my horizon barren of hope
going nowhere...

Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish
my days barren of expectation
it comes to me!

Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along?
my heart barren of perception?
Love is my lifeboat!

(Becky P. 2013)

Heavy on the "kinda," seeing as both traditional sonnet forms--the Italian and English--have 14 lines and are written in iambic pentameter. There are, of course, many variations, such as Hopkins' curtal sonnet, the caudate sonnet popularized by Milton and the emerging sonnetoid form--just to name a few. But your poem doesn't really share any of the well-established traits of the sonnet form, the primary being that a "problem" is established and then finally resolved by the end of the poem.

The sonnet, historically speaking, was written by a man for an unobtainable woman. While many have played with this form (think Donne's Holy Sonnets or even Anne Bradstreet's poems for her husband, children, and grandchildren), this poem, I would be hard-pressed to say, is anything near a sonnet. This poem really doesn't convey any sort of meaningful rhetoric, isn't written in meter, and doesn't have a volta that segues into a resolution. This poem falls closer in line to being a free verse poem.

Yours in Christ,

Dr. Boo Bear

CoolBec · 08-07-2013, 03:58 PM

I found this one on the web and really loved it. There was no author listed.

Morning sunlight cascaded onto golden tresses
hypnotic,
inviting.

I watched the sway of her hips
as she sauntered past old woodland trees
beneath now leafy canopies.
They swung… they swayed….
calling me;
calling to my senses,
…..come this way.

Eyes darkly dilated with lustful dreams and fantasies
I captured her
and sought sweet lips beneath my own,
exploring….
tasting….
Our tongues entwine
dancing to loves melody….
beneath old leaves and vine.

One finger trailed deftly between her breasts
and I felt her heart ...
…it quivered
..it fluttered
and beckoned me,
so I pushed her back gently
palms pressed flat between her knees.
and forced her wide….
(undenied).

The flower of my dreams opened
and my gaze now settles
on her bud of fragrant petals
...swollen
.....pulsing
......wanting…
and her moist nectar gleamed
like a rainbow
beneath a stray
sunbeam.

I teased her ,
softly....
gently...
then firm and fast
(she would not last)
and eased my fingers
deep inside her velvet heat....
encased
… graced…
I relished her honeyed taste…
….so sweet.

Her legs weighed heavy on my shoulders
as I rose and held her pinned,
my amour
undimmed,
and gently took her on my fist.
Sweet torture…
she rode me harder
(with ardour)
Our bodies now
sun-kissed…

So…
my concerto was composed
when I played a song of love
beneath natures veils
(my adoration prevails)
and as my lady sang
old woodland trees rang
with her cries
of wanton pleasure
(my treasure... my treasure).

~Author unknown

CoolBec · 08-08-2013, 04:27 PM

I see it in your eyes
a struggle to understand
this gift that I must give of myself
unto your loving hands.

A demon inside
fires my devient need
that though you long to please
you're reluctant to feed.

You see it in my eyes...
my longing gaze, never avert
as you tend my desire.
If you love me, make it hurt

(Becky P. 2013)

CoolBec · 08-10-2013, 01:33 PM

Needless to say, song lyrics often make very good poetry.

In 1883, French composer Leo Delibes wrote what is today a fairly famous opera named "Lakme". But more famous than the opera itself, is a very beautiful duet from the piece which has come to be know as "The Flower Duet". Though it is known for the beauty of it lovely and lilting melody, unbeknownst to those who don't speak French it also has a very moving lyric. Even in a rough translation, the words still stir the soul.

Under the dense canopy where the white jasmine blends with the rose

On the flowering bank, laughing with the morning, come let us drift down together

Let us gently glide along it's enchanting flow and follow it's fleeing current

On the rippling surface with a lazy hand

Come let us go to the shore where the spring sleeps and the birds sing

Under the white jasmine, let us drift down together

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Here's what it sounds like. Even if you're not an opera fan, give this a chance. It's quite lovely!

08-06-2013, 08:04 AM	#2 (permalink)
Blarobbarg Do good. Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota Posts: 2,065	I like your work, CB. It's very pretty language, especially the last one you posted. A lovestruck, sensual poem is pretty much classic no matter how you look at it, but do you have anything on any other topics? I'd like to see what you can do with another idea beside love. (Not that your work on love is bad, it's not, I just like to see a variety of work from writers.) __________________ https://rateyourmusic.com/~Blarobbarg ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆　^my RYM^　｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ (◠‿◠✿)

08-06-2013, 11:55 AM	#4 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Here's something a little different. I prefer poetry with some kind of structure to it, but there are ways to give structure to a verse besides just rhyming, like haiku for example. I'm intrigued with coming up with unique ways to give a poem structure. It's still a love sonnet though...kinda *The Lifeboat* Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair my horizon barren of hope going nowhere... Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish my days barren of expectation it comes to me! Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along? my heart barren of perception? Love is my lifeboat! (Becky P. 2013) Last edited by CoolBec; 08-07-2013 at 07:37 PM.

08-07-2013, 03:58 PM	#8 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	I found this one on the web and really loved it. There was no author listed. Morning sunlight cascaded onto golden tresses hypnotic, inviting. I watched the sway of her hips as she sauntered past old woodland trees beneath now leafy canopies. They swung… they swayed…. calling me; calling to my senses, …..come this way. Eyes darkly dilated with lustful dreams and fantasies I captured her and sought sweet lips beneath my own, exploring…. tasting…. Our tongues entwine dancing to loves melody…. beneath old leaves and vine. One finger trailed deftly between her breasts and I felt her heart ... …it quivered ..it fluttered and beckoned me, so I pushed her back gently palms pressed flat between her knees. and forced her wide…. (undenied). The flower of my dreams opened and my gaze now settles on her bud of fragrant petals ...swollen .....pulsing ......wanting… and her moist nectar gleamed like a rainbow beneath a stray sunbeam. I teased her , softly.... gently... then firm and fast (she would not last) and eased my fingers deep inside her velvet heat.... encased … graced… I relished her honeyed taste… ….so sweet. Her legs weighed heavy on my shoulders as I rose and held her pinned, my amour undimmed, and gently took her on my fist. Sweet torture… she rode me harder (with ardour) Our bodies now sun-kissed… So… my concerto was composed when I played a song of love beneath natures veils (my adoration prevails) and as my lady sang old woodland trees rang with her cries of wanton pleasure (my treasure... my treasure). ~Author unknown Last edited by CoolBec; 08-07-2013 at 04:25 PM.

08-06-2013, 07:03 AM	#1 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	*Snow Angel* by Karen Godson (aka Sapphos_Poet) My eyes trickle over your sculpted hips like cool spring water caressing sun-warmed river rocks. I marvel at the purity of your ivory skin. Your body, so long untouched is flawless like the landscape after a midnight snowfall. I want to walk across it with feather-light fingertips; careful to leave no blemish, no sign I was ever here. Only, we would know.

08-06-2013, 09:57 AM	#3 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	^ Well, I'm ashamed to admit that I'm pretty much a one trick pony when it comes to writing poetry. My muse only works when I'm writing about something that moves me emotionally, and most of my stuff is very personal. I really should try to branch out though shouldn't I? Maybe you've inspired me!

08-08-2013, 04:27 PM	#9 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	I see it in your eyes a struggle to understand this gift that I must give of myself unto your loving hands. A demon inside fires my devient need that though you long to please you're reluctant to feed. You see it in my eyes... my longing gaze, never avert as you tend my desire. If you love me, make it hurt (Becky P. 2013)

08-10-2013, 01:33 PM	#10 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Needless to say, song lyrics often make very good poetry. In 1883, French composer Leo Delibes wrote what is today a fairly famous opera named "Lakme". But more famous than the opera itself, is a very beautiful duet from the piece which has come to be know as "The Flower Duet". Though it is known for the beauty of it lovely and lilting melody, unbeknownst to those who don't speak French it also has a very moving lyric. Even in a rough translation, the words still stir the soul. Under the dense canopy where the white jasmine blends with the rose On the flowering bank, laughing with the morning, come let us drift down together Let us gently glide along it's enchanting flow and follow it's fleeing current On the rippling surface with a lazy hand Come let us go to the shore where the spring sleeps and the birds sing Under the white jasmine, let us drift down together ================================================== =========== Here's what it sounds like. Even if you're not an opera fan, give this a chance. It's quite lovely!