National Poetry Day!

Hi Alice wasent much of a poet in my younger years so as you read this you will know im not a poet and you will know it thats close for me will try again later ha ha ..

Stephanie Bass

Hi Stephanie,

Nor was I.  But there are some very talented And creative ladies here on CDH who have contributed to this forum.  Let’s acknowledge their talent and skill and thank them for their contributions.

Alice

Yes i agree there is a lot of very good talent here and happy to read there  talents ..

Stephanie

Even when hope is weak

and almost insurmountable obstacles rise

there will always be a space where

the poet's voice will thunder.

Hi Gisela,

The poet’s voice is loud and strong.

Alice

There's a National Poetry Day? (as I write this on Jan 31st...) I used to write poetry all the time, but I haven't for many years now. I find it tough to get inspired. So many fears of secrets being found out, the world being a crappy place and getting worse. Ah well, maybe next year.
I am still trying to figure out how to write a blog, anonymously.

Why not give it a go, Kristen? Try out writing a haiku -(Shameless bump alert) - there's a thread in poetry corner you could add to.

Marti xxx

Hi Kristen,

yes, it’s October 1st.

Alice

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I'm so grateful

For all of you

Hugs and Love,

Autumn

Shoot, did I somehow miss this again?!  Oh well, snap your fingers as I embark on a mystical journey, a journey into the black Kerouac tarmac of ad-hoc lyrical empirical truth...

... by which I mean make @%#! up.

I give you: LBD... sure, that works...

Click clack go the black
Heels feeling reeling from the bric-a-brac
Trepidation from the calibration of sensation
Meditation medication from the black holes of black hose
Electrifying, sighing up my legs as Animus is dying
Trying to pause my journey up the thighs and empathize
My belly's yearning to address the simple bliss
Of curvy body slithering in a slinky dress
Black again like the color of the night, the slight right
And the wronger it is the more it feels right
Who's this sexy dame igniting flame, denying blame for all the same
Sensations creeping up the id, the ego slips beneath the cliffs
For now she stands alone apart, where once a man-olith stood stark
Now painted lips and sugared heart, black lashes flutter like the start
Of chrysalis erupting stark, as hair like wings emerges dark
The twilight hopes, the heart embarks
As jewels like embers turn to sparks
Where man-olith stood the she-nix rises,
Stage resets and life revises.

By the time you know

that the chrysalis evolved

calm will surround you.

This is quite good Astrid.  To me it's more like well written lyrics for hip-hop.  Trans hip-hop?  Have you thought about songwriting?

Maybe there should be a national crossdressing day.

Hi Kerri,

National Crossdressing day is on the 31st of March. 

Alice