Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Love To Give

Something throttled up
                                DEEP inside
    wiggles-waggles
                           hurt
                                 crying
                     imploded    reach
    snaggles
                without sight
                                  back of the EYES

'Love Death' -
                   One moment ecstasy
                              next
                    this stupid analysis      like
                                                           She?
                               OH!
                                                           SHE!
              
Purrrfection!
                 but then
                            such birdlegs

(Coo    you idiot    COO!)
"I've so much love to give
OH!
BOO HOO!"

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Andrea Dietrich September 13, 2010 at 10:47 PM hmmm, very strange one for me. wiggle waggles makes me think of a puppy and the purrrrfection of a cat and the COO of a bird. Is this animal love. heehee. I can't believe I finally came upon a poem of yours I had not seen yet!! Luv, Andrea

James Faulkner December 4, 2008 at 11:20 AM that was cool read

Kristin Reynolds November 18, 2008 at 1:30 PM man is asleep/dead/staring into nothing, submersing himself in the illusion fully.d when one does not understand that man who does not know his true self is asleep and basically in prison, hope is pointless - leaving him cold. I hope this makes sense? I love that you aksed though, thanks you my friend, love Kristin :)

Kristin Reynolds November 18, 2008 at 1:26 PM Hey there, Daver! I guess Brian thought I wrote this! lol I wanted to respond to your comment and explain (please don t feel bad about not understanding that poem, as you can see by the lack of comments, most did not get it!) lol Basically, it is, as most of my poetry is, thick with metaphor. The homeless man is an unenlightened man, being that he does not know his true self - his one I, he is but an empty house, with no master. All things become automatic then, without a master of the house...

Brian Strand November 18, 2008 at 2:18 AM Like the presntation Kristin.Suits the words.Rgds Brian & thanks for your always welcome comments & for the info.

James Foulk November 17, 2008 at 3:25 PM a very cute piece you wrote here. brought a smile and made my day.

Michael Torres November 17, 2008 at 1:06 AM This is excellent. Michael Torres

Ali Matheny November 16, 2008 at 5:18 PM And I am a female

Ali Matheny November 16, 2008 at 5:17 PM I am a 15 year old

Sharon Winter November 16, 2008 at 1:28 PM Ok, it seems to be the bird legs that are cracking everyone up. I am sorry as I am sure there is so much more here, but I cannot read this without thinking of giving my dog a bath, as when he is wet we call him chicken legs. Forgive me Daver. : ) Love, Shar

Kristin Reynolds November 16, 2008 at 12:46 PM You always surprise me with your wit and clever charms and knowledge. lol Excellent, bird legs, hee. You are always very fun to read, love Kristin :)

November 16, 2008 at 10:14 AM What a fun approach. Thanks for allowing me to chuckle. Visually interesting too. Nice job! Happy Writing! Karen

Carrie Richards November 16, 2008 at 9:25 AM You have such a clever and wit, and make us think beyond the usual! Fun and interesting write, Daver! ~ Carrie

Ali Matheny November 16, 2008 at 6:54 AM VERY CUTE!!!! I love it!!

Barbara Gorelick November 16, 2008 at 6:54 AM I love the lay-out of this piece..almost like a puzzle. Birdlegs? That is funny! BG