Poems...come share your work.

[cinderella]

This is a poem I wrote for the love of my life of eons ago...the feelings still remain...

The Questioning Heart
Tell me my love, what shall I do
To stop my heart from loving you?
What will I do with this love of mine,
I try to kill it, but it just won't die.

It sleeps and dreams in the quiet dark
Hiding in shadows an eternal spark
That now and then erupts in flames,
Feeding a fire I cannot contain.

The flames consume and burn my soul,
'Til there's nothing left of me at all.
In plumes of smoke my soul departs,
Leaving in ashes my shattered heart.

The heart that sought with desperation,
To find in you some consolation,
With kisses lost so long ago,
With secrets only we would know.

But lost forever now it seems,
Our vows of love and whispered dreams.
Tell me my love, what shall I do,
To stop my heart from loving you?


CAS copyright 2004

[SuperFemme]

Scarlet F

Cinderblock walls.
No oxygen.
Five thousand angry women.

Forever branded with the Scarlet F
Felon Felon Felon

One woman at a time.
Five thousand similar stories.

Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man
hurt them in ways nobody should
think of hurting a child.

First hit of heroin given by Momma
right before she sold them for sex
to get the money to buy the heroin

No love. No light. Maybe an escape
into the arms of a man far worse
than Momma.

They crack one at a time.
Drugs.
Crimes
Murdering that man worse than Momma
until they become one organism.

Five thousand pulsating broken unloved
beat down souls. Finally branded with the
Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love.

Society believes they deserve it and then
one at a time...they believe it too.

Where is the brand left on those that looked
past them, around them, and maybe even AT
them.

Don't get involved. It's none of your business
until someone steals your purse.

Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband!
Where is YOUR Scarlet letter?

Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many
facilities built to hold them in.

Five thousand stories that have a common
thread.

America has no idea what that Scarlet F really
means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep
new F's coming.

[cinderella]

Wow! This is very disturbing. This is meant as a compliment. Thanks for sharing.

Originally Posted by SuperFemme

Scarlet F

Cinderblock walls.
No oxygen.
Five thousand angry women.

Forever branded with the Scarlet F
Felon Felon Felon

One woman at a time.
Five thousand similar stories.

Daddy or Uncle or Mommas man
hurt them in ways nobody should
think of hurting a child.

First hit of heroin given by Momma
right before she sold them for sex
to get the money to buy the heroin

No love. No light. Maybe an escape
into the arms of a man far worse
than Momma.

They crack one at a time.
Drugs.
Crimes
Murdering that man worse than Momma
until they become one organism.

Five thousand pulsating broken unloved
beat down souls. Finally branded with the
Scarlet F. No hope. No way out. No love.

Society believes they deserve it and then
one at a time...they believe it too.

Where is the brand left on those that looked
past them, around them, and maybe even AT
them.

Don't get involved. It's none of your business
until someone steals your purse.

Momma, Uncle, Daddy, Husband!
Where is YOUR Scarlet letter?

Five thousand Scarlet F's in ONE of many
facilities built to hold them in.

Five thousand stories that have a common
thread.

America has no idea what that Scarlet F really
means. Or the cycle of carnage that will keep
new F's coming.

[SuperFemme]

Thanks. It IS disturbing, and does well when in a spoken word format.
nice thread.

[Venus007]

I want to be pinioned, pierced, filled, put in my place.
I want to be shot through with the thick kundalini arrow.
Spin my chakras baby .

I want flesh and bone.
Shake me until I rattle
Pulled under in your tide.

Turn to the big bad wolf before my eyes (my what big teeth you have)
Push back my little red riding hood and lick your chops
Howl with raw throat .

Carnal carnivore
I am predator and prey
Devoured and devouring

Breath to hips to breath, unbroken circle,
Locked together, fiery wheels within a wheel
Spinning thunder in my bed

[Venus007]

My lover is a leopard pelted goddess,
A ripe fruit that must be eaten in the bathtub;
Nectar flowing down
Chin and hands.

In the basin of her hips
I press my lips to the fire,
My tongue to the work of the flames
And am consumed as I knew I would be.

This is my holy heart of fire
This is my sacred gift.

[I'mOneToo]

six feet tall
gorgeous tendrils
of curly blonde hair
i ran my hand through it
caught it in the back,
entwined it in my fingers
held it
pulled it slowly
our lips
so close
i moved to her ear
whispered
my suggestion
"yes"
was her answer
"first..."
ah, negotiation...
"i need to..."
what, what?
in her timidity
she bit my neck
i disengaged to ask
"what do you need?"
she licked my earlobe
gently
and whispered her request,
"i need to see your ID."

baby butch.
diaper dyke.
barely 21,
yes, I showed her proof.
a year later
we laughed about that
at our anniversary dinner
when we celebrated
our one-night stand
that held up
through 12 months
of silly string
and delusions
that made up
our "R"elationship
we exchanged rings
called ourselves married
enjoyed all the trappings therein
and were thus... trapped.

many years later
when history
repeated itself
i tried to remember
that kind of september
when life was so tender
though it wasn't always mellow
and september is not always
kind

but i have learned
through all those septembers
that when october comes
blowing leaves into corners
where they get stuck
in the cobwebs
on the shelves
of the mind
there will always be
a fall
and i will always
catch myself

remembering with kindness
the septembers that fell apart
and drifted away
with the falling leaves