OUT LOUD POETS
to the four corners of the earth, leaving
only these footprints behind.
We are the heartbreakers
and the heartbroken
We know the pain and affliction
of such cause and effect
a downward spiral into hell
are we simply the tools
of avenging angels?
hell hath no fury like a woman
and heaven know the pain
of evey man
beating constantly downward
By Holly
On these pages, you'll see the Works from :Byron, Dante, Angela, Mike, Holly, Corey & Allen and from the branch office way down in Florida, Abby. And that's just who we've got here this week! Keep clicking the "MORE" button at the bottom of the screen and read to your heart's content. AND Now with more poetry for your edification 3 Pages of OUT LOUDNESS
The band breaks down,
The van pulls away,
The last call ladies go
On to do things they
Won't remember to men
Who'll never call.
The lights have come up,
The last butt is ash,
The janitor has danced
The last dance
Round the floor with
his mop and bucket.
My watch says 4 am,
My face says 5 o'clock,
Out in the street, snow
Has filled your tracks
So I guess there's no trace
of you to cheat reality.
By Allen
Can I ever matter
to what it is that matters
release my fear and do it
right
when sex and porn are
all that can make a
man feel like a man
it’s like I’m the geek
with acne and a pocket
protector sitting in the corner
at the high school dance
wondering what she feels
like under that skirt.
By Mike
Earthbound and wanton, is that what you are?
Are you stranded here with the rest of us “beings”?
How could one so lovely be so bound to this plane?
I know you’re having fun here; but doesn’t heaven await,
With celebration planned upon your return?
Tell me, because I wonder if I am close to the truth
I just have to know because it’s tearing me up inside.
Say it to me in a whisper, I promise I won’t tell a soul
What brings you to us?
Is heaven overcrowded or is there something we shouldn’t know?
Come out with it gorgeous, I swear I won’t kiss and tell.
But I must know the reason why
There is such beauty in this place
It can’t just be for the mere worship of mortal men.
By Corey
I remember the licking
Of sweat
The taste of you spent,
Easy
Lying curled beside
Me
Sticky
Wishing our love to be more adhesive.
By Byron More Poems
