Celestial Affairs

The sun kissed me awake
Leaving electrical imprints on my eyelids.
I let it lap at my skin,
Blushing at its wanton curiosity.

Don't be jealous of the sun, my love,
And its golden attention to me.
The sun was kissing me, my love.
It was not kissed by me.

The moon caressed me asleep,
Tracing over my shivering skin.
I let it lay over my body,
Reveling in its milky softness.

Don't be jealous of the moon, my love,
And its silver attention to me.
The moon was kissing me, my love,
It was not kissed by me.


It had been pointed out to my that my poems were getting rather depressing.  So here's one full of whimsy!

Chattanooga Nights

My legs are light and floaty
Better to lie down
Prostrate on a sheepskin rug
Of scratchy softness
The night is clear but
My eyes are cloudy
Other people swim in the fog

We laugh for no reason
Trying to find ourselves
In alcohol and herbs

I am a lover says one
I like words another declares
I live for art says the third
They turn to me

What am I
A runaway in an old ballroom
Hiding shame and uselessness
In pallid artistry

I am a flapper I say
Oh how the chorus cheers
I slink back into smoke oblivion
No future
Foggy present
Just a flapper with a past



 No punctuation in this one.  It's an experiment.  Did it fail or succeed?  Need more info?

A really long post full of poetry, probably bad.

Excerpt from Say it with Flowers, a play by Gertrude Stein

George Henry, Henry Henry and Elisabeth

Henry.

Subsidiary characters.

Elisabeth and William Long.

Action in a cake shop and the sea shore.

Other interests.

The welcoming of a man and his dog and the

wish that they would come back sooner.

George Henry and Elisabeth Henry and Henry

Henry ruminating.

Elisabeth and William Long.

Waiting.

Who has asked them to be amiable to me.

She said she was waiting.

George Henry and Elisabeth Henry and

Henry Henry.

Who might be asleep if they were not waiting for me.

She.

Elisabeth Henry and Henry Henry and

George Henry.

She might be waiting with me.

Henry Henry absolutely ready to be here with me.

Scenery.

The home where they were waiting for William Long to ask them

To come along and ask them not to be waiting for them.

Will they be asleep while they are waiting.

They will be pleased with everything.

What is everything.

A hyacinth is everything.

Will they be sleeping while they are waiting for everything.

William Long and Elisabeth Long were so silent you might have heard an egg shell breaking.  They were busy all day long with everything.

Well, isn't that a weird mish mush of oddity.  I think so.  We read this and a few other poems that had characters (gasp!) and dialogue (gasp!) in them.  Such innovations!  She charged to write a poem with at least one character and at least one line of dialogue.  I am not kidding you, folks.  One character and one line of dialogue.  What a slave driver this woman is!  She also encouraged us to write in the above style.  This is my response:

Say it with Memes, a parody

Me, myself, and I

And him.

Other characters.

Cats in tubes.

Time: Irrelevant

Place: Improbable

Action is OM NOM NOM

The trolling of a man on a forum and the

Wish that noobs wouldn’t feed the animals.

Me myself and I and

Him talking.

Cats in tubes.

Surfing.

Some places I never go.

He said he was surfing 4chan.

Me, myself and I and

Him.

What does Philosoraptor really mean?

Impossibru.

Me, myself, and I, and

Him.

Success Kid shares stories with Challenge Accepted.

Forever Alone is waiting in the dark.

Scenery.

A multi-universe tumblr world where Ponies live in chaos.

Will they keep to canon or make their own.

Everything is possible.

What is everything.

A double rainbow is everything.

Friendship is Magic and the Ponies know it.

He and I were so quiet, except for the clicking of keys and the expletives pouring from our mouths.  We were busy killing zombies.

An Acrid Sonnet

That sallow sour sow upon your arm
Is green with joy of treasure freshly won.
Your insipid sanguine smile follows
Fawning at the feet of your new love.
I wish you well with your fair trollop, boy.
May you stay firmly grounded in the Earth
Of salt mines and of clammy compromises.
Had you but asked, I would have set you free
To seek her bitter bosom's black embrace.
I don't know much of rules and love and war,
But I have learned thanks to your guiltless guile.
Plain truth is better than a sweetened lie.
            I hope that this is less than what it seems.
            May her cold facts be better than my dreams.


Note:  There is nothing wrong with my current relationship!  We are still happy sunshine joy bubbles!  Don't worry! I'm just experimenting with a different voice. ^_^