Poetry, the Rough Stuff 龙诗人

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Beauty and Contemplation on the Heart-Lung Machine

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 12:00

How do you tell the Anesthetist your attraction has not to do with beauty?

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 10:29

Or even sex … …

Oh, Nina, really
It’s not about the shape of your face
the width of your hips, the heat of your tits
even the color of your blondness
fades as we admire the depth
of your wit, the mind in your words
the song of your heart soars,
snogging forever that memory
of your work and elocution
among the wounded.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

a recent try at thoughts and words, and it is a very early draft of ideas.

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 02:48

Little Rhymes for Christof the Spoken Poet

Like Eliot, we are putting on a face
to meet the faces that we meet)

In the crowd a pleasant smiling softness
show faces changing feelings
wearing what we cannot hide
hiding what our smile never shows
feeling changes chasing wishes
Hiding among the bullies
and then desire — just a secret shock…

today reading Millay
and Berryman, of course and Wang Wei.
these three explode together
these three combine so fine-ly

a green and bluish muse, my baby oh yes
we need inspiration,
a quiet Chinese forest,
anxious american words
screeds against the ennui

shall i create a shambling devil pulling my soul

or yet describe — that night in jail
i could not believe how much stupidity existed
i sucked another nail –

Homer found Ulysses and also rhythm
what or who will i find in the seeking of a dragon
my muse in the future –

ha ha, i shall implore my soul
in missives to the dragon, follow my lead here
my dear.

describe the perfect description in musical words

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Evening on the summer prairie (A late rewrite while facing winter).

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 19:11

Summers eve upon the plain
a languid silky shadowed sky,
lazy dusky sunshine warm
a prairie day declining lightly
wistful breezes weaving grasses
shadow clouds of summer storms
like birds upon a zephyr
fluttering ever
endlessly never
grasping soothing wafting fingers
slide like waving grasses
among this breathless touching
softly woven desire
floats on drifting air……..

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Music at Joe’s

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 15:18

Writing is albums of the heart,
we sigh – try to fly to birth this life
to share perhaps, our dreams.

Places find you in your wonder,
the air is ripe, plucking ears
like a blues harp in a smoky joint

singing in a many flowered voice.
waking the artist between refrains,
warm this strummin’ heart and sing
the sun and moon into our world

Her fiddle bowed
parts untamed sounds
and shapes the voice of air

quiet arrays, supporting chords
backups smile the music sweetly.

thumping, drumming, pounding sounds
pump our blood outright
bouncing counterpoint beats in style

lyrics find flirting hearts,
Spirits dancing air
prancing under sweet
cool lacquered strokes
from a breathless alto angel.

find, contribute, and experience Combat Paper

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 14:39

From uniform to pulp
Battlefield to workshop
Warrior to artist

Combat Paper Project

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Twitter poems

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 16:25

On twitter you might want to read @Longshiren, where I am posting very short images that seem pretty and poetic. Another experiment.

small thoughts on language

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 16:23

One of the reasons for creating this blog is to show some of the things we go through to take an idea from basic words to a finished poem.

Usually, the rough drafts, as shown below, are filled with the language as it originally expressed the idea. Sometimes this language really overflows and fills everything up, and covers or drowns the original thought.

Sometimes, we just cannot get past the beautiful words, phrases, images, little songlike patterns, and lovely laughing clauses. When we get so caught up in this the poem gets lost but the language is lovely, and that often makes for poor poetry, but really nice sounding daydreams.

We have found that the best way to pare the lines down to the core is to have the family dragon burn all the fluff away. We can then rebuild from that to make a clearer, if somewhat more astringent creation, dedicating the rebuilt phrases to the spare but now well defined poem.

If you don’t have a family dragon, well, you must find some other metaphor, then.

Short work

Filed under: Poetry — dragonpoet @ 16:21


Sand and bombs and ugly little
desert spiders and a rancid smell

death on the street or fear in the locals?

Sitting in the waiting room at the VA hospital
spinning the new wheelchair smells like a new car

no spiders here no locals and maybe no bombs

but we still watch with the good eye
Talking to the new wounded and comparing

wheels like high school kids.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Another rough post, and some possibilities

Filed under: Blogroll,Love amd Romance,Poetry — dragonpoet @ 01:31

Well, this is rough, but we are editing and writing more daily. The problem is that we write a million words, and then we excise 999,990 to make it say everything in perfection and simplicity, forgetting that we remember every word, but the readers never saw them. Forgive my audacity, and bear with me. This next few posts should include work on some of the original posts, and perhaps the city poem for Manila. Enjoy, and feedback, please.

A Horse

A horse is a thing to love,
to touch for the hope of feeling the coat
gather as the muscles quiver in the lightning
emotion of being close.

Love is found in a horse’s eyes,
deeper than pools of endless ink
soft with the light of trust and affection
she demands your direction —

for survival, but gives, without counting
All her breath and warmth of sighs for you

— rolling her shoulders smoothing your saddle
waving the mane for healing your soul
carrying the heat, the playful touches
a weathered caress and more

you must give your share and find
love for your friend as sweet
as a mares own toss of her mane
at the yearling — and you.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Another thought on Peace, and War that spawns the need…

Filed under: Blogroll,Poetry,War and Memory — dragonpoet @ 23:31

It’s time for new Metaphors

The world is lately filled with conflict,
Wars where terrorists are Muslim,
Christian, Arab, Jew, perhaps Knights
Freedom Fighters, Defenders of faith.

And, everyone’s god is on their side.

staring at the deep blue sky of history
searching for patterns without killing
mercy without bleeding children,
neighbors without anger, hatred……….

Watching the Bowerbirds find roses
daily, daily, finding roses, colored flowers
endlessly engineering togetherness
for their endless loving nests.

Carry a rose to your beloved.

Carry Peace.

Long Shiren

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Another City Poem

Filed under: City Poems,Love amd Romance,Poetry — dragonpoet @ 09:56

The Women In the Hotel in X’ian (first draft)

Gluttony and lust equal BEST SINS EVER!

One night at the hotel in Xi’an
are 12 Americans all men
And no one else in the city
hails from foreign hells
And at least a thousand prostitutes
line the hallways and they stand
outside the doors……..

they will not let them in, they vow,
……..refrains like Sam-I-am fill hotel hall
……..Oh,………I should not toss her joss at all.
……..I will not have my wang in Yang,
……..I cannot slip my dong in Wong,
……..I dare not do her there or here
…………….My wife will learn, I know I fear,
…………………….I can‘t get sucked in my own room
Alas, And also Aids is in the Air, Oh Doom!!

But the evening slows, and in the setting sun,
……..the rush is on to the ATM………

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