Good Poets

[whodunit?]

Post them. I'm really interested in reading some of them.

[whodunit?]

this is outstanding

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKuA3iee4-c

[wither-I]

pablo neruda

[wither-I]

here;

All the tortures of small, painted things,
happening just in time,
to be still enough,
for my eyes to glamorize,
and my teeth to trace their daring, subtle shapes,
along my tongue,
-consuming the pride of random aesthetic,
and revolting with a grimace,
a scowl bitter of "sense",
and how it means nothing,
to love and honor,
the logistics of conjure,
on a miraculous scale.

in this relapse of worship,
of fervent anguish,
partly raw, rip-shot and shaking,
trembling into tripping,
like tiny shadows,
to languages essential to drooling,
-blood never lies,
and pink meat only sins.

Lick the bare sea!
Bed the storm!
panting weak, like lazy wind,
aching swollen, a thousand floods,
pound for urge! -"easy did me"...

what some will say,
-scream, many...

eternity is just a delicate winter dream.


-Kyle Nugent (my favorite writer)

[Crazylegs]

I don't like jellyfish.
They're not a fish, they're just a blob.
They don't have eyes, fins or scales like a cod.
They float about blind, stinging people in the seas.
And no one eats jellyfish with chips and mushey peas.
Get rid of them.

[oldgentlovecraft]

 i like my body when it is with your
   body. It is so quite a new thing.
   Muscles better and nerves more.
   i like your body. i like what it does,
   i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
   of your body and its bones, and the trembling
   -firm-smooth ness and which i will
   again and again and again
   kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
   i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
   of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
   over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,

   and possibly i like the thrill

   of under me you quite so new

-ee cummings

and another...

in Just-
spring    when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles    far    and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far    and    wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's spring
and the goat-footed
balloonMan    whistles
far
and
wee

[oldgentlovecraft]

Where Once Poe Walked
by H. P. Lovecraft

Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.

[why?]

haruki murakami is my favorite author. although he doesn't write much poetry, per say, his novels and short stories are absolutely poetic and amazing. please, if you have a little time, check this.

http://www.blueblanket.net/Steph/Make/Visual/Perfect/index.html

[occipudding]

pablo neruda

neruda is the only poet i read

[wither-I]

"DRUNK AS DRUNK"

-Pablo Neruda

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.