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Twilight and Desire |  G. S. Katz - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Twilight and Desire | G. S. Katz

Many of you have read me
Erotic speak as I call it
I wasn’t shy
Can hardly believe some of my entries
Hardcore, in your face, to your knees
Kind of writing
But something has happened
While my desires haven’t waned
My needs are crossing over
To a sexual twilight
I always feared this day
But my fears are unfounded
There is new beauty and passion
in my heart
That isn’t graphic
as much as it is appreciative
of your lovely ways
and well meaning spirit
This is a new kind of lust
I’m still working through it
Trying to comprehend my old and new
I’ll keep you posted
The light is illuminating my path
I’m in a garden of your heart
It’s warm and satisfying…

To Surreal, With Love |  Ralph Monday - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

To Surreal, With Love | Ralph Monday

To Surreal, With Love
Sheree North died aged 72,
one of the last in a long line of Fox blondes
stretching from Sonja Henie, Alice Faye,
Betty Grable, June Haver to Jayne Mansfield
and Marilyn Monroe.

North, hired by 20th Century-Fox, the intention:
making her the next Monroe, height and measurements
she almost matched exactly.

She told an interviewer in 1983, “same reaction when producers
hear my name, the blonde who was to
have taken over from Marilyn Monroe.”

February 1954, the 21-year-old dancer signed with Fox
[who had] problems with the unreliable Monroe.
The following year, North featured on the cover of
Life magazine, lead in How To Be Very, Very Popular,
a part which Monroe turned down.

It was a lively launch to her career. Paired with the
38-year-old Betty Grable (in her last screen role), North
seemed fresh,energetic, in number “Shake, Rattle and Roll,”
publicized as “the first rock’n’roll dance on the screen!”

Erasure Poem
Source: Bergan, Ronald. “Sheree North.” The Guardian. Friday 18 November
2005

Robin Williams- Open Statement |   G. S. Katz - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Robin Williams- Open Statement | G. S. Katz

Maybe he didn’t want to be a funny man
Maybe his whole life was making others laugh
While he died inside

Maybe he saw it as a mission he couldn’t
turn his back on
Was his mania his humor or the other way around ?

Maybe a lot of things

I will always remember him for Good Will Hunting
and Moscow on the Hudson and other dramatic roles

His humor made me uncomfortable though funny he was

Maybe it was to much work to be funny and the expectation thereof

He was a great person, not just good

That’s what we should miss…

Jesters By The Clay |  Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Jesters By The Clay | Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

The More I See,
The Less I Believe…


So Might I Stab My Green Thumbs InTo The Sky,
Bring Down The Wrinkled Reign,
The Blues And The Less Than UnKnown,
With Friends… Seekers… Of Trips Through Wooden Horses,
Then Catch The Fire… Be Spirited AWay By Totem Permutations,
A Pecking Order That Freezes In The Skipping Of Stones,
Splashing Down With Medallions InTo Open Snapping Jaws…


The More It Eats,
The Less I Become…


To Incubate WithIn That Lighthouse’s Hollow Gut,
Heavy Is The Hand That Feeds The Flame,
Light Is The Head That Leads The Hand,
An Amuseing Absurdity In BeTwixt The Smoke And The Teeth,
Fogging Up The Parting Valley’d Sea,
With One Last Toke On The Bell’s Yoke,
Wishing For The Queen Of Mermaids To Gasp Lovingly…

And So I Leapt…


Immortalized In Defeat,
With The Lessons Won.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca/2014/08/jesters-by-clay.html.

Booths in Dark Restaurants |  G. S. Katz - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Booths in Dark Restaurants | G. S. Katz

Booths
Dimly lit
Towards the back
For lovers, loners
Gangsters too
Meetings
Hand holding
Gazing in your eyes
Reflection
A glass of good wine
Or a whiskey or two
Deals made
Unwritten contracts signed
Booths,where people go
To escape the clutter
and noise of everyday life
A small piece of real estate
Business or pleasure
You know where to go
On the outskirts of town
8 o’clock sharp

Silent Frames |  Ralph Monday - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Silent Frames | Ralph Monday

An urge always exists to relive our days,
Wind back the clock to observe selves
Reliving regrets in silent movie frames,
No color to our lives. Instead, we tiredly
Move as underworld shades physically mute
To the past pain of thoughtless words that we
Cast on others like reams of sticky cobwebs,
Magician forming in those days the tomorrow
Template that clings like foul smoke.
Our present, beads of spit, oil, sour tastes
Tilled from that salted earth.

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