The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 5/10/06)

[RetroLounge]

She Doesn't Care What you Say About Her,
Just so Long as you Spell Her Name Right

Would she have fame?
Would she take tea and have fame with her tea?
Or roll a joint, famously?

She imagined approval, applause
A man not bored by her voracity.

In the house to be
Furnished in the future,
There would be intricate, quiet rugs,
Acres of books,
Someone playing the cello.

A late supper after the concert or play...
Outside, the people were clamoring for autographs.

The Madonna Syndrome:

Later, they went home,
And the man who was not bored
By the fact that she loved him
Allowed her to write her name
On his balls with the tip
Of her tongue as many times
As it took to make sure
He got it right.

Kelly Cherry

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Kelly Cherry is a poet/fiction writer and essayist/translator. Her most resent books include Augusta Played (LSU, 1998), Death and Transfiguration (LSU, 1997), and Writing the World, (University of Missouri, 1995) a collection of essays and criticisms. She is Eudora Welty Professor of English and Evjue-Bascom Professor in the Humanities at the University of Wisconsin in Madison. Her translation of Sophocles' Antigone will be published later this fall. She lives with the Fiction writer Burke Davis III in Madison, Wisconsin.

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RL

If you have a request for a certain Poet, post their name in the thread and I will find a poem by them and post it...

if you want to see some of my poetry, see the blog at:
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[wildhorses]

1. I am confused

to make sure WHO got it right:rofl:












I think they BOTH got it right;)

[miss_american_pie]

2. Um, yeah,

good luck today. :hi:

[RetroLounge]

3. Thanks

Um, yeah... :evilgrin:

RL

[miss_american_pie]

4. Don't evilgrin at me

I'm behaving today. ;)

[RetroLounge]

5. Okay, I'll smile at you instead

:9

Better?

RL

[miss_american_pie]

6. Yes

Thank you kindly. :)

[chaska]

7. Any excuse will do...

Here's one of mine:

Lines were ne're so simple
As when together we were much in love
Could sit for hours and contemplate your dimples
And count the stars in your eyes, my dove
But now you've flown and verses aren't forthcoming
Pen and paper are as chisel and stone
And too, my heart like gristle is becoming
'Hind ramparts bricked of muscle and bone
The years crawl by, be it blessing or a curse
I still feel the sting on my flank
Of the branded words, "for better, for worse"
But yours is the wound that grows rank
When death comes calling with the sounding of the knell
May quick be your judge so you may long rot in Hell

LOL! That one always cracks me up.