Avast and be warned. The great and powerful Kismit has requested a creative outlet for the Moe. But Moe is not allowed to jest on this outlet. This will be a challenge. But it can be done . For Moe is mighty and wholesome. But he must sit on the sidelines for this one and let Kevin take the wheels. In exchange, Kismit shall teach Moe much jazzy trivia, so that he will grow wise.






all poetry written by Moe Eubleck on this forum : © 2004 Kevin Baker

"ammit"

the shady window frame hides our intentions
but from within we are watching her,
tending her plowed earth with a three pronged dagger
self proclaimed druidess
goddess of the till
Pomona , Lady orchard.
divinely hands upon her lovely hips.
tossing hair on golden sunlight
such cruelty painted on her face
but realization strikes down divination
for when the rains fall and the make up runs,
her sports utility vehicle speeds away.

We think these are pretty swell, Moe. I'll critique when you've posted more.

Moe is is indeed mighty and wholesome, but Kevin is pretty groovy.

here is a copy of the poem I posted ages ago. This is what first betrayed my inner seriousness to Kismit. I did not like this one. it tells of desperation.

"venus "

She spreads like dark wine though my viens
she is organized despair,
swallowing my doubts in a drop of blood
but lets get aquainted first my love
breath me your name
I want to taste it when you speak.
In the silence before our little death
will you pin me on the cold tiles?
lift my head by the roots ,
your name is warmth in my ear.
breathe it once again.
now dig your talons into me,
so we may die together through clenched teeth.
it has been so long, my love.

Moe has much skill when writing verse

yay Moe

Thank-you Moe ,

I shall attempt to keep up my side of the bargain , I have quite a resource though ..

......................

Payment for moetry poetry .....(part 1)

Great Britain's King John (11199_1216) had a servant whose official job it was to hold the King's head if he became sea sick .....

Edit : It's good , I still like the other one more though ... more please .

" minerva "

laundry day.
a fallen secret from side hollow found
shall we interrogate such illumination ?
unresistable propaganda
tiptoe-stairway
creaky-hindged-entry
upon cold morning bedsheets do we confront our mistress
Cardea, Lady Protectress
devourer of souls
swallower of pink innocence lost

in the silence before the song began,
the air was golden, shimmering.

but the song was deception
golden, shimmering
my minerva

very sad Moe .
It is interesting to note that Minerva was also the first name of Proffesor Mcgonogal a much loved character of the Harry potter series .

dont sleep with my fishes
this is my lee shore
its been dangerous too long
rudderless heart of mine

Wow moe, I never thought that you could write as serious and thoughtful as sum of these. Exspeccially Venus. Nice.

Very sad Moe

Moe's poetry is better than mine. Much jealousy do I feel this night.

I am trivia-less.

great poems, Moe.

GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this is Moes place.
I suggest posting in Poem Place

" murmur "


intermittently amorous murmurs ,
ease our recent fragmentation.
but roofless , preacarious,
intoxication has easy access

"alibi"

morning coffee knocks off the lid of my weariness
this new frame of mind shows pastel pinups abroad
but do we know any better ?
years of dusty still life with beer mug and fruit
we are conditioned in a frozen semblance of surrender
an oil painting
we brush over her atroicity
hide them under new color on canvas.
a new skin to mask the old aberration of forgiveness
oh, devine.
perhaps this is why the little frenchman wears his hand in a sling.
love me or hate me
but spare me your indifference

Dude, that was the best one so far.

I agree with snuffs. This one really struck a chord.

love me or hate me
but spare me your indifference

we thank you for your kind words.

Accoustic Voice...... yes we will work on this . stay posted.

Yay!!


Did you know: a man by the name of Joseph Campbell once said, "The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are."








I had no idea Napolean painted .

"acoustic voice"


confessional booth silhouettes ,
trace the chalk outline of her sin
acoustic hail mary incantations
her best defense

outside the choir chants,
descending blanket of the acoustic convict.
pit and pendulum.
this life a prison.

a murder of crows to search after the flood
acoustic providence in the hands of saintly hallow
condemned to thirst
my goddess Morrigan

We groove to this greatly, Moe.

awesome poems

awesome...venus was my fave...

outstanding moe, you have a great gift with words

" tantrum "


restless eventide stroll
wintry animated breath
a string of spanish tiled caskets,
line this slumbering avenue
cautious cadence evades autumns fallen hands
no need to wake the dead
such mournful habitations
sealed in security

but soft.
a sudden assault by passions clamour,
halts our shadowy advance

the little death

envious eyes peer into window breaks.
lovers within
writhing in cruel abandon

knotted brow

now we shall crunch leaves

Moe my friend, your words make me want to weep

swoons

we thankee for your jazzy remarks everyone.

moe words humble v.t.
wholesome rules
reminds of TOOL

love,light,peace
v.t.

Moe , I enjoyed this last poem as much as venus in the begining ..

todays trivia ...

Kismits are not very well known for there sticktoitivness ..


crunching leaves is almost as good as a punching bag .

Poetry can be this or that. It does not necessarily have to be this or that, except delirious and lucid.— Robert Desnos


I don't know, just felt like sharing that.

" hush "


nightly commune
leaves my slumber fitful
restless
this life an ocean
and I am still learning to swim
hushed embraces from an eventide enchantress
keep my head above water,
guide me ashore.
white sandy waves caress
a bare footed rebirth.
my heart, the tide
a peaking sun behind indigo horizons
so fret not
handshakes or hugs
I shall be around as long as you will have me.

Moe that is the lovliest thing I ever read.

Dot

I have to agree Moe , you make us proud .

Something special for this one ...
In the 1920's Joseph Darby of Dudley England , could jump on and off of an open basket of eggs so quickly that he would not break the shells .

Dude, that was awesome...

Late payment fo un-wholsome poem .....



Artist Paul Warhola , the brother of famous artist Andy Warhol..Once held an exhibition of his own paintings made soley by painting with the claws of chicken .

" Rhiannon "

tip toe fuzzy headed hugs
eyelash flutters are butterfly kisses
that tickle my cheek ,
embrace my soul in warmth

half phrased little voiced humming
her songs like the first chords of raindrops
that carress the white sand of my lost beaches

O sweetness

She is my daughter
my angel

Moe this is without a doubt my favourite. Rhia is lucky to have a daddy who loves her so.

For it is a beautiful name to Moe .

Rhiannon , is the Welsh Goddess of intinct she is the embodiement of life , death and re-birth .And she asks only for us to honour our instintive and natural selves with creativity .

"shiver"


brushing teasingly against my lovers mouth,
these cold lips seek warmth.
shivering,
trembling,
she is cornered against a rocky column

cloud peaking moon
our only watchful eye
as waves of the blue pacific caress our naked heels

arms raised towards hidden moon's radiance,
a hastily removed top binds her wrists together
she is at the mercy of my ravishing hands,
hungry lips

would you cry out then my love ?
or after you are consumed ,
shivering,
trembling,
breathless upon the white sand.

this soulful embrace

Moe...I th'o't da temperature just jet up dramaticly in yo' thread! w0rd!

Don't know about the temperature Dot , but I'm sure worried Moe may end up with sand in his nickers .


trivia pending .

Trivia ... apparently things in Scotland grow bigger and hairier than they do in other parts of the world ..

Proof linky

Moe, if I was a girl you would have pulled just now. Wait, I meant that, if I were, you see, a woman, you would have gotten some, because that there were groovy,

I shall now be quiet.

Those are fantastic, Moe. You are truly an artist with words. That third person speaking, googly-eyed avatar hides the soul of a real romantic! Amazing.

Thanks to you for sharing.

Wow.

I loved all of these. I think 'Shiver' is my favorite so far though....

As I told you over AIM.... You have the Serenity Stamp of Artistic Approval. Hopefully this will bring you as much joy in your more regular state of being....

Venus was very beautiful, moe. You have a lot of talent and I'm very glad that you share with all of us.