Poetry...

[Phillip]

Adunis,
I love your idea and I share your thoughts on the matter.
I have a running story I am writting with a friend which proves to be alot of fun. Months go by between posts and it is pretty crazy. Typically, we get very drunk and try to argue each other into writing what we want. It is amazing how different our views are, and there is such a tug of war between the things we describe.

So you've won me

[Phillip]

Looking to die in peace,
Shalow eyes,. saloud brow.
My muscled legs drove us home.
Pulsing strongly √ I don▓t know how.

So my friend sits here waiting to die,
Behind us stands his toothless dacaying face,
Riddled with sorrow of times gone by and yet to come.
Such wars he has seen √ yet he has come to me.

He is seeking some modest reprival.
In that, he shall, in me find,
His lessons are not lost,
Nor, lost for all mankind.

I tell him this is nothing new.
So he quietens me in my confusion.
Knows my penchant for illusion.
Sits me down and says √ you▓re my pledge unto the grave.

My insensitivity grows to become supreme,
I see his salloud eyes that may look mean.
Lest he take his thougts unto the grave.
Lest his forelorne goods I hope to save...

For to my own, my hope, I▓ve hoped to precure,
Some saloed hopes that might endure.
And though I met him only days before.
His youthfull way were mipsent, on my fast moving soul.

I never got the news when he did end,
And though I felt his heart was on the mend.
I surely looked beyond the sanctity of his ways.
For such a spector, I felt, was not worthy of my praise.

My friend had, bore no children.
He was so much less then I have hope to be.
And though he taught me much in our short days.
I looked into his past and saw it through my greedy haze.

I am sorry now to see you go,
Your heart attached to mine,
more then you▓ll ever know.
Now I only see you in the winds that blow.

I cry a tear,
though you aren▓t near.
I▓ll see your soul n' more,
You'll be my friend forever more.

[Phillip]

OOOPS IT HAPPENED TWICE

[This message has been edited by Phillip (edited 13 January 2000).]

[Adunis]

Your Sleep.
_________________

I still remember everything
about us being together,
watched by the merciless stare of time.

1.
in the middle of the night,
I once woke up to
find you laying beside me - asleep,
breathing smoothly with
an unfamiliar look on
your face.
It seemed like your
were having a sweet dream.
like you were about to smile.

I watched and waited for what
may or may not happen.
I felt like leaning on your
lips with mine as it was
so tempting.

Then I just had this urge
to leave you alone to the peace of
your sleep, to the
delight of your dream ,
to your right to rest
untouched by me.

2.
I left the bed and you.
But I could not stop thinking
about you , about us .

I remembered the moments
I thought you were sexier
than ever:
jogging in the park in
your sport bra,
staying home the
whole day because
of a bad cold
and not letting me to kiss you
when I wanted to
and never cared about the
cold,
getting angry at me
because I told you
the dinner you
cooked tasted like hospital food.
Yet I know that▓s probably why
you always looked so good.

As I looked at your face tonight,
while you were sleeping
with that unfamiliar look,
with a smile about to come to life,

I felt strange.
I knew I didn▓t need you
and even if you had to go the next day
someonelse would take your place.
I could always do without you.
My poetry would go on
and maybe more women would
come and go and I would go till
nothing is left any more.
Since everything keeps on going
and coming.

Do I matter to you?
Do you to me?

I know
I do make it matter
and that is why
I didn▓t want to
bother your sleep.

while you are
around, I 'll always care.
______
khalifa

[StasUA]

Zastognav vves step shirokiy,
Zaridala Ukrayina -
Yde pivnochi v gorod Kyiv
Zlaya, chornaya godina.

Ta Andriy, sin Ukrayini,
Shyo vid neyu vidchujivsya,
V siriy pivnochi suzdalskiy
Vin na viki zalyubivsya.

Hoche buti sam velikim
I v Suzdali panuvati,
Sune z ordami v pivnochi
Ridniy Kyiv ruynuvati

Oy Mstislave! Ne vesele
Bulo tvoye knyazuvannya!
Slava v poroh upadaye,
Vtiha ziyshla v plach, ridannya!

Vderlis ordi u svyatini
I zbezchestili ikoni,
Vje ne pide knyaz molitis,
Vje ne vdaryat rano dzvoni.

Bo zavzyavsya lyutiy vorog
Nashu slavu skasuvati,
Vje ne blisne nasha velichm
Plache Kyiv -- nasha Mati!..

[Lilly]

So sad, and so beautiful.

LillyNomad

[Adunis]

Absolutely adorable
______________________

"Ne me quittes pas!"
Queen of seduction,
Santa Clause of the
subconsciousness.

Queen of seduction.
She is all "mouahs"
in femininity and
attraction.

Fatal woman
sleeps in my mind
with a smile.
She is like
a poem in prose:
what you see
is not what you get.

Fatal woman
has a seat with the
soul and another seat,
where she spends
most of her time, with
angels.
She is a spirit
travelling around the whole world.
She is like an angel
and that is why she is
soulfullly loveable.
Between the spiritualty
and angefulness there is something;
there is a distance.
The distance is a remembered childhood.
Childhood is my
desirable quest.

For the fatal woman
I am a toy store
and a play ground
and a desirable fun.
"Ne me quittes pas!"

Mouah, mouah, mouah.
Super sweet
With a turbo-nicefulness
She is the bestest mouahs
And "we cancel each other out"
with badness and goodness.

Still she is the most wonderful mouahs
of all ages. All ages.
And I now have a whole
new poetic memory
just for her mouahs.

Absolutely adorable.
Absolutely adorable.

Absolutely adorable.


khalifa L.

P.S
ne me quites pas : a french sentece
for DO not leave me.
Mouah a word used in baby language in Morocco
to refer to the act of asking a baby for a kiss and also used for kisses over the
phone.