Autumn verses
Making Love in Poetry
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In a war where every second counts
Time drops to the ground
like a shadow from a tree
under which we lie
in a wood boat built from it
by an unknown carpenter beyond the sea
upon which peach pits float
fired by a gunner who has run out of ammunition
for a cannon whose muzzle bites heartshaped holes
out of the horizon of our flesh
stunned in sun and baffled into silence
between the act of sex
and the act of poetry
at the moment of loving and coming
there is no glimpsing of
the misery of the world.
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Flying Saucer Attack
-Up In Her Eyes
In the autumn stream
she hangs in the seam
and a sense of dream
they give a prophecy
they drift for another day
and I hardly feel surprised
as I look up in the sky
and I hardly feel surprised
as I look up in your eyes
In the silent dream
a gift hangs in the seam
and the thoughts controlled,
they give their souls to me
up on high they drift for another day
and I hardly feel surprised
as I look up in the sky
and I hardly feel surprised
As I look up in your eyes
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Elevator Through
-Rain
Closely we come in from cold rain outside,
enter the room where we soon become dry ,
but she refused to open her eyes. I lit a small fire and sat close besides, her cheeks glowed all orange but shut were her eyes. I spoke in her ear and her face showed surprise, lied down beside her and stared at the fire. Looking at me through the lids of her eyes, she touched at the water in my hair at the sides. She spoke in my ear what she felt deep inside, and then we got into the fire.
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From "Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me"
"-Do you think that if you were falling in space, that you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster
-Faster and faster and for a long while you wouldn't feel anything and you'ld burst into fire forever and the angels wouldn't help you cause they've all gone away."
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It's all such a blur, but one things for sure. My poetry nights are getting out of hand. It's such a bunch of nonsense. I give new definition to the term "fashion victim".
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In a war where every second counts
Time drops to the ground
like a shadow from a tree
under which we lie
in a wood boat built from it
by an unknown carpenter beyond the sea
upon which peach pits float
fired by a gunner who has run out of ammunition
for a cannon whose muzzle bites heartshaped holes
out of the horizon of our flesh
stunned in sun and baffled into silence
between the act of sex
and the act of poetry
at the moment of loving and coming
there is no glimpsing of
the misery of the world.
________________________________________________________
Flying Saucer Attack
-Up In Her Eyes
In the autumn stream
she hangs in the seam
and a sense of dream
they give a prophecy
they drift for another day
and I hardly feel surprised
as I look up in the sky
and I hardly feel surprised
as I look up in your eyes
In the silent dream
a gift hangs in the seam
and the thoughts controlled,
they give their souls to me
up on high they drift for another day
and I hardly feel surprised
as I look up in the sky
and I hardly feel surprised
As I look up in your eyes
________________________________________________________
Elevator Through
-Rain
Closely we come in from cold rain outside,
enter the room where we soon become dry ,
but she refused to open her eyes. I lit a small fire and sat close besides, her cheeks glowed all orange but shut were her eyes. I spoke in her ear and her face showed surprise, lied down beside her and stared at the fire. Looking at me through the lids of her eyes, she touched at the water in my hair at the sides. She spoke in my ear what she felt deep inside, and then we got into the fire.
________________________________________________________
From "Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me"
"-Do you think that if you were falling in space, that you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster
-Faster and faster and for a long while you wouldn't feel anything and you'ld burst into fire forever and the angels wouldn't help you cause they've all gone away."
________________________________________________________
It's all such a blur, but one things for sure. My poetry nights are getting out of hand. It's such a bunch of nonsense. I give new definition to the term "fashion victim".