A new poem: Dark Eyes

[CaliforniaPeggy]

dark eyes look
down
they watch as

the song shines out
from his
hands

the stillness is in his
eyes
as his fingers
dance

his
music pours over me

I want to dance
in his
hands

dark eyes watch
the passion
the joy

shatters me



© 2010 MLC

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

1. Gentle sensuality

Those words just popped into my mind. I'll stand by 'em. :yourock:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear Prisoner_Number_Six!

I'll take 'em!

Thank you sooooo much...

I'm beginning to think I might not have too much trouble getting admitted to that MFA program...;-)


:yourock: too!

[Gormy Cuss]

3. No mention of

a butt crack.
:hide:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My DEAR Gormy Cuss...

Nor will there be.

Argh.:banghead:


Did you like it anyway?



:rofl:

[Gormy Cuss]

5. Sorry, I couldn't resist.

The Vogon Poem Generator made me do it.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

6. I understand.

I heard about that poem generator on another website, where they were saying really nasty things about me.

I truly hope you're joking. It was not fun reading what those yahoos had to say about my work...

[Gormy Cuss]

7. I'm referring to a reply on denbot's thread

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=9446754&mesg_id=9446754

I liked it so much it's in my sig line!

[CaliforniaPeggy]

8. OK, that makes sense.

Oh yeah...your sig line!

[From The Ashes]

13. someone was saying nasty things about your poems?

what assholes! :hug:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

20. My dear From The Ashes...

'Fraid so. There are many ugly, small-minded folk in the world. And some of them lurk here.

Assholes indeed.

I appreciate your support very much, sweetie...

:hug:

[grasswire]

9. you probably know that "Dark Eyes" is a very very old poem

A Russian poem written in the 1840s, and then a famous and beautiful song.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Eyes_(song)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

11. Actually, I didn't know that...

Thanks for the info.

[UndertheOcean]

10. "shatters me" , This is perfect ending for a gorgeous poem.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

12. My dear UndertheOcean...

Thanks!

Glad you liked it...

[kimi]

14. This reminds me of someone I know

who plays guitar. Yes, very sensual! And lovely, and evocative.

But his eyes are blue! :)

Thanks again, CA Peggy!

[CaliforniaPeggy]

17. My dear kimi!

I suspect many of us know talented guitarists...

And how much they enrich us!

I'm so pleased you enjoyed my little work...

Thank you so much!

:hug:

[av8rdave]

15. Love it....

Although it does server to remind me just how bad my guitar playing is.

I won't hold that against you though.

Great work!

[CaliforniaPeggy]

18. My dear av8rdave!

Well, I'm sorry it reminded you of that!

But I'm glad you enjoyed it nonetheless!

Thanks, sweetie...

:hug:

[Steerpike]

16. California Peggy

A very sweet and sexy combination of words! Well done!

[CaliforniaPeggy]

19. My dear Steerpike...

I appreciate your thoughtful comments so much...

Plus I'm damned happy you enjoyed it!

Thanks, sweetie!

:hug:

[guitar man]

21. That's a great poem

I love it, best thing I've ever read that was written about me! :rofl:


:hide:

:hi:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

22. My dear guitar man!

Shhhhhhhhhhh.............that was supposed to be OUR little secret, lol!

:rofl:


Glad you liked it...

:hi:

[guitar man]

23. oops!!

:hide:

:yoiks:

sorry, I was just overwhelmed that I was reading something about me that wasn't in the "police blotter" section of the local paper! :rofl:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

24. Ah, no worries!

I knew you were joking, and so was I, silly!

:rofl:

[guitar man]

25. but of course

I really do like the poem a lot though :hi:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

26. I'm so glad you do!

:hi:

[UrbScotty]

27. My dear CaliforniaPeggy!

I like this one (and your other ones too)!

It makes my heart sing! (Get it, singing, dancing? :-) )

[CaliforniaPeggy]

28. My dear UrbScotty!

Well, I'm glad it makes your heart sing! Yes, I get it, silly!

Thanks, sweetie...

:hug:

[Seneca]

29. I like Bob Dylan's version

This is some poetry:

"Dark Eyes"

Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside
They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide
I live in another world where life and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes

A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer
Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise
Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes

They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is.
But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.

Oh, the French girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel
Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes

Copyright © 1985 by Special Rider Music

[CaliforniaPeggy]

30. You know, I like his stuff too...

Obviously, I am far from being in his class...

Poetry is very personal, of course.

[jotsy]

31. That's triple ooie turf, Miss Peg.

So many directions these veils could lead. Economic in its brevity, which serves its edginess well. Splendid is a standard seemingly typical for you. Haven't seen much by way of music threads lately, which perhaps explains why I post two for this well assembled bouquet of mystery and intrigue you've designed.

I believe this tune taking a 40's approach to be about a werewolf in New Orleans.
<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5i_0PkOqLKA>

I'm providing lyrics to this one

The Stranger
Well we have a face that we hide away forever
though we take them out and show ourselves when every one has gone.
Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk and some are leather.
They're the faces of the stranger but we'd love to try them on.

The opener here is strikes me as Sinatra era piano with a lonely whistle into a misty night, but wanted to warn you, it might get a little rowdy for your liking from there.
<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jI2BnzF1860>
:hi:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

33. My dear jotsy!

You could not possibly have known, but you picked two of my all-time favorite singer/musicians! I LOVE these guys!

The song by Sting is just glorious; my husband and I were just tonight discussing his album that this appears on. It has some real jazz from one of the Marsalis brothers, and my husband respected Sting for having done that.

And The Stranger? It makes this old lady get up and attempt to dance! It is by no means too rowdy for me...

Wow. Thank you!

I'm so glad you like the poem...

:hug:

[MiddleFingerMom]

32. My Dear CaliforniaPeggy...

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This may be the best I've seen from you... I don't
have a thing to suggest about any changes.
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Though I often say "IMneverHO" -- this poem inspires
me to say IMHO.
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VERY sensual and VERY hot at the same time.
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I've always liked that.
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You mention about poetry being very personal -- many
believe that because their poetry is an expression of
a powerful feeling that THEY have, others will just
automatically feel that from their writing -- no matter
what they write.
.
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You CONNECT with people in your writing -- you express
the power of your feelings so well in such simple direct
terms that nevertheless flow so smoothly that other people
can't help but experience them vicariously.
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THAT'S good poetry!!!
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I've mentioned before poets from other countries who are
considered national HEROES by the people in general -- much
of their work is simplicity itself -- yet unmistakably
eloquent... speaking straight to the heart.
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.
Springsteen was touted early in his career as "the new
Dylan". Personally, I like Springsteen's "poetry" better as
it's simple and direct -- yet artfully crafted. Dylan has
written some amazing things, but often I look at some of his
work and think, "What the fuck was THAT all about?" Very deep
(almost certainly -- sometimes only because others say so as
I can't see it), but so subjective that only hipsters say,
"Wow, man -- I've said that exact same thing!!"
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.
A thread earlier asked about our (recent) greatest poet. I
don't know about greatest, but my favorite is Gary Soto out
of California. There was a poster on the buses in Philly that
showed little tiny works by poets, and he had one that was only
about 4 or 5 lines about a man who had picked in in the fields
all day and had come home to sit under a tree in his back yard
and drink tea and watch the sun go down. It was profoundly
beautiful -- it was a simple human experience expressed simply
yet so deeply. I haven't been able to find it anywhere online...
and I've spent some time looking.
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This is one of my favorites of his -- one of the first of his
that I read... an early work -- again simple yet profound. Able
to reach into the hearts of the people.
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You keep doing what you're doing. Simply and profoundly.
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I think the title of the book this was in came from the last
line in this poem, "A Fire in My Hands".
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Oranges
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The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted -
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickle in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickle from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all
About.

Outside,
A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
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Gary Soto
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[CaliforniaPeggy]

34. My dear MiddleFingerMom...

Thank you. I value your comments so much...

And that poem by Gary Soto. Wow. When I grow up, I want to write with that kind of emotion, that kind of clarity. All the time.

Really beautiful, and I am indebted to you for introducing me to him.

:hug: