by Randall Smith |
Categories:
love
I don't need to be Hemingway...
Or anyone else....
I am comfortable being me
In lust with you....
My poem of a man....
A warrior...
Speaks all I can say
to you....
Golden curls and red lips
So excite me....
In my dreams
Pearls are my gift to you
As I sleep....So loving.
by Denis Bruce |
Categories:
life,
Is
When a tiny tot teeters on the brink of toddlerhood
When your first love finds another
When a reader discovers Hemingway
When demob happy you exit the services
When a treacherous IED is tripped
When Death your soulmate snatches away.
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
funny,
Hirsute's been my inclination,
beard, and mustache too,
I've never liked to shave my face
since I was twenty-two.
Call me vain, I love my visage,
even though I'm turning grey,
Hemingway had nothing on me,
even though he paved the way
to be a model for my kind,
though l can't be that kind of man,
yet I'll strive to look like him,
and emulate him when I can.
Adventurer, a big game hunter,
activities I don't embrace,
the closest that I'll get to Ernest
is the hair upon my face!
by Night Prophet |
Categories:
deep, devotion, longing, love, meaningful, men,
In the hazy light of a bedside lamp,
Amongst books and postcards,
And the words of a familiar song,
You watch me sway to the tune.
Caressing the silk stockings on my legs,
You ask me if I’m seducing you.
Heart-shaped glasses glowing in the dark,
I say yes.
It’s alarming that,
Every move you make,
Makes me catch my breath,
Makes me shamelessly crazy for you.
You have me by my broken heart,
So that I miss you,
Even when you’re next to me,
Watching me take off my velvet dress.
You talk about Joyce and Fitzgerald,
And Hemingway and Lacan,
But all I want to hear you say,
Is your promise to never hurt me again.
by George Aul |
Categories:
humor, valentines day,
I have two words to say to you:
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
Sorry, I miscounted them--
I guess I'm no Hemingway
So let me think a bit
on what I want to convey,
I'm just trying to find the two
that lightly float up my airway
Search and search I must
to find two words my love,
you make me feel so wonderful,
like a hand warm in a glove
Now after exhausting my brain
and finding the perfect two,
the best words I can say
are those ones: "I Love You!"
Oh, come on! That's still three!!
Well, "Happy Valentine's Day!"
You know you're not with a genius,
but how's my Hemingway?
by L. J. Carber |
Categories:
introspection, love, world,
WHEN I WAS YOUNGER,
I DREAMT OF WRITING LIKE CAMUS.
THINKING LIKE SARTRE,
LIVING LIKE HEMINGWAY,
AND ALL IN GOD'S CONSTANT GRACE.
I THOUGHT I SUFFERED INDIA'S HUNGER
AND AMERICA'S AFFLUENCE,
BUT ACTUALLY,
I WAS CAREFREE--AND CARELESS.
NOW, THOUGH STILL A YOUNG MAN
(31 is an odd age, but safe)
I WANT LESS, MUCH LESS--
FAME, FORTUNE, KNOWLEDGE, PASSION,
EVEN HOPE...
IF THE WORLD IS INDEED DOOMED,
I WILL LOVE IT TILL ITS LAST DAY--
AND IF THE WORLD IS GOD BLESSED,
I WILL STILL LOVE IT TILL ITS LAST DAY.
IF I CANNOT CREATE LIKE A GIANT, THEN
I WILL WRITE WITH A SMALLER HAND
AND UTTER NOISES IN A LOWER TONE.
(This poem was written in the late 1970's)
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
history,
Hirsute's been my inclination,
beard, and mustache too,
I've never liked to shave my face
since I was twenty-two.
Call me vain, I love my visage,
even though I'm turning grey,
Hemingway had nothing on me,
even though he paved the way
to be a model for my kind,
though l can't be that man,
yet I'll strive to look like him,
and emulate him when I can.
Adventurer, a big game hunter?
activities I don't embrace,
the closest that I'll get to Ernest
is the hair upon my face!
by Jan Oskar Hansen |
Categories:
business, care, celebration, celebrity,
The Mist
Cascais was enveloped in a silky, grey fog last night
that reminded me of Marilyn Dietrich silk- stockings
she wore in an ad many years ago.
Ernest Hemingway and her were a great love story
not consumed.
Above the stockings, a nearly full moon shone, it
gave hope for the future, the lockdown will soon end
it will be ok, but not as before taking life for granted.
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
humor,
Hirsute's been my inclination,
beard, and mustache too,
I've never liked to shave my face
since I was twenty-two.
Call me vain, I love my visage,
even though I'm turning grey,
Hemingway had nothing on me,
even though he paved the way
to be a model for my kind,
though l can't be that man,
yet I'll strive to look like him,
and emulate him when I can.
Adventurer, a big game hunter?
activities I don't embrace,
the closest that I'll get to Ernest
is the hair upon my face!
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
self,
Hirsute's been my inclination,
beard, and mustache too,
I've never liked to shave my face
since I was twenty-two.
Call me vain, I love my visage,
even though I'm turning grey,
Hemingway had nothing on me,
even though he paved the way
to be a model for my kind,
though l can't be that man,
yet I'll strive to look like him,
and emulate him when I can.
Adventurer, a big game hunter?
activities I don't embrace,
the closest that I'll get to Ernest
is the hair upon my face!
by Jan Hansen |
Categories:
absence, angst, april,
A true sentence
As Hemingway said, start with a true sentence
the roof of the school building, I can see from
where I sit on a cloudy day is grey as lead
when lit up by sunlight that has broken through
the clouds, it turns silvery and pleasant to see
That is, a true sentence about what I see, but it
is not what I'm thinking is a love story that
began a summer's day, lasted with its drama
when days got shorter and the wind bitter
leaves shrunk and fell on a rainy street
The true sentence is the gripping sadness
the knowledge that the best of my time has gone
by Abdullah Alhemaidy |
Categories:
writing,
Hemingway is nice big writer won Nobel Prize in Literature
I really love to read Hemingway do you love to read him too?