Speak in Poetry

[Passionaria]

"The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly"

[Soon]

What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.

I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths,
And he would stumble after,
Bewildered by my laughter.

[Nat]

And I walked into the garden,
Up and down the patterned paths,
In my stiff, correct brocade.
The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
Each one.
I stood upright too,
Held rigid to the pattern
By the stiffness of my gown.
Up and down I walked,
Up and down.

[Enchantress]

Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play...

[Nat]

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

[Soon]

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

[Enchantress]

Drink from the presence of saints,
not from those other jars.

Every object, every being,
is a jar full of delight.

Be a conoisseur,
and taste with caution.

Any wine will get you high.
Judge like a king, and choose the purest,

the ones unadulterated with fear,
or some urgency about "what's needed."

Drink the wine that moves you
as a camel moves when it's been untied,

and is just ambling about.

[Enchantress]

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and are a cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile...

[Kätzchen]

One of my favorites by Neruda

[Nat]

I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

O I have been dilatory and dumb,
I should have made my way straight to you long ago,
I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you.

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,
None has understood you, but I understand you,
...
None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you,
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure of all,
From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color'd light,
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color'd light,
From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever.

O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!
You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life

[Soon]

These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of
apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or
mistress over them,
Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements,
pain, passion, dissolution.

The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing
sufficiency,
Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,
whatever you are promulges itself,
Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided,
nothing is scanted,
Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what
you are picks its way.

[adorable]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

~Robert Frost

[JakeTulane]

"Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main..."
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes

[jey_z76]

No woman in this world is feelin me right now
But I know why.
Because every woman here can smell you on my breath
And the reality of the truth is,
We haven't even met yet.
But we will.
And when we do,
I want you to think back to every night you were lonely
Back to every woman you were with
And when you feel my lips massaging your body
I want you to take a deep breath ~
For every woman who has ever made you cry.
And when you feel my breath against your neck
I want you to take my hand
I want you to squeeze it like you're trying to keep a grenade from exploding.
And when you feel my lips against your soul
And your muscles relax while letting the fluid tension flow
I want you to moan.

I want you to moan me a song
For every back stabbin best friend
And twist and turn.... and moan.
I want you to moan for every time you have played dumb
To a woman so that she would feel less of one.
I want you to moan for every time you lied about how much you make
So that others would feel intimidated
I want you to moan for every time you thought another woman
Could keep your mind 100% stimulated
See I want you to just let go and moan.
For all the times you were so depressed
For the times you looked in the mirror
Because you thought you would lose that figure
Moan because.... I mean, it's perfect.

I mean, whenever you want, whenever you're here.... it's perfect.
If you want to squeeze your thighs til your thighs close my eyes... it's perfect.
And if you want to roll your eyes to the back of your soul and scream so loud.... that's perfect.
And if you want to grab the back of my head and pull me closer to swim in you like you were the river,
I promise I will taste you like I praise you.
Cuz it's perfect.
I just want you to moan and want you to scream
I just want you to let go and and know that this universe here,
Wasn't made for you to suffer.... alone.

~J~

[Mitmo01]

Naked, you are simple as a hand,
smooth, earthy, small...transparent, round.
You have moon lines and apple paths;
Naked, you are slender as the wheat.

Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color,
Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As a summer's wholeness in a golden church.

Naked, you are tiny as your fingernail;
Subtle and curved in the rose-colored dawn
And you withdraw to the underground world

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

Pablo Neruda (1904 – 1973)