• Cavemans Breakfast

    I long to be a caveman,at least for just a day.To crawl out of my stinking cave every morning and enjoy a cavemans breakfast 'a piss and a good look round'.I long to be a caveman, at least for...

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    • Now that is a thought. No distractions other than living your life. Very, very simple life

    • What I write! And done on the toilet! Lol
      This is quite the masterpiece. I enjoyed all the back and forth. Like reading a tennis match.
      Caveman vs the 21st century.
      Well done!

      Loved the ending!

    • I am somewhat jealous; my toilet poetry is usually flushed because of the brown streaks. You write of the ying and yang of individualism, the brown streaks versus what once was. We humans have lost touch with our origins. We once made cave art, danced and howled at the moon; where it was women who ruled the campfires. And in some ways, we were more intelligent than we are today. We could talk to animals and create myths about the formations in stars. We will never get back to this, but I do think we can create a society where we once again talk to animals and reach for the stars.

      Your poem is thought-provoking and appreciated. Thanks for the share.
      -Curt/redzone

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    My Lullaby in the Sky

    <span;>Whether the welkin is painted in shades <span;>of blue or obsidian, <span;>the moon's <span;>ethereal<span;> candlelight <span;>has always dawned a quelling kiss atop <span;>my often somber laced mind, <span;>and smiles to eagerly anticipatory eyes.. <span;>... As " in these moments...

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    • Aww. The way you feel about her as a sacred and heavenly is beautiful

    • Your beautiful and tender ode to la luna is much needed and appreciated by these weary eyes. To sit out late at night beneath her pallid light while the world goes on oblivious, is true poetic medicine. I praise your use of, welkin, something mystical about that word. Gorgeous write, my friend.

      Clay

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    Neruda's Lips

    Neruda’s Lips   I have flayed your body with my tongue of fire, suckled your youthful breasts with lust and desire, eaten your musky whispers with the deadliest of sins, and all the common words of my peasant’s pen.   You are the poetry of my land, the dark earth...

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    • This poem beautifully channels Neruda’s sensual spirit. The union of passion, earth, and language. The imagery feels both intimate and elemental, echoing the way Neruda made love and nature inseparable.

      It’s a stirring tribute that captures his essence…beautifully penned.

      • Neruda’s love sonnets are some of the best poetry ever written (IMHO). And yes, exactly, love and nature are inseparable, flowing in and around each other. Thank you, RomaJ for your lovely and muchly appreciated comment and visit. You are always welcome to walk through my poetry.

    • This has so much passion in this. I agree with Romaj beautifully penned.

    • Damn!
      Excellent! You had me at “flayed”. What a vivid, well placed word.

      • I love that word (flayed). It felt and sounded right to use it in this poem. Thanks for your observation and for the fine comment.

    • You turned the poem into something else with this, “and all the common words of my peasant’s pen.” Following the next verse, IF you didn’t brilliantly did this, it would have been just a strong sensual poem, but with how amazingly You brought a higher level with the last two line of verse one, then the gorgeous verse two, is what makes the poem very special to me, exploring and expressing a deeper connection. I believe Pablo would admire this🤍

      • One of the things I love about Neruda’s poetry is his use of everyday words. With them, he word paints images, metaphors and a feeling of LIFE that exists and surrounds us with HOPE.

        Light, thank you so much for your insight and understanding of what I wanted (no, needed) to express. If Neruda were still alive, I think I would be tempted to send this poem to him.

    • It was/is my pleasure to “whisper” and a big Thank You to the Roman Goddess, daughter of Cupid and Psyche. It’s not often I get a comment from royalty. Not sure I am worthy, but it is appreciated muchly.

    • You are most welcome my friend🌸 and consider your poem sent, his soul is still out there, just call Him 😊

    • Yes, please post it. I would love to read what, how you see Neruda’s love sonnets.

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