'Thanks to snail for helping me to free up my pen. x  Solsday  Come on, for God’s sake! So I do, though the ghosts of her flash like retinal rice crispies under my lids. I imagine the top of...|||from Ode and Burgeonings  @napoleon227  2  Years of yours that I should have felt  growing near me like clusters   until you had seen how the sun and the earth  had destined you for my hands...|||Silence  There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath...|||today, I hate me (goodnight, goodnight) I cry in the quiet where no one may hear and abate me I am failure to thrive crime and contrition create me ah, I hate me  today, he kills me...|||Prayers Of The Wingless  Merseyside isn’t always grey; spring brings occasional sunshine and balmy breezes.  Even an otherwise bleak row of terraced council houses on the outskirts of Liverpool...|||Siren Song  This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible:  the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see beached skulls|||More and More  More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen...|||napoleon227  Kilgour's Rain  The day was neither grey nor cool, but steamy with expectation.  We sat under an umbrella at Kilgour's, the place you said you once passed days pressing words...|||Before You Came  Before you came things were just what they were:  the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,  the limit of what could be seen,  a glass of wine was no more than a glass of...|||napoleon227   Happiness  I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell      me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of      thousands of men....|||Me and my sweetie :)  https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PCMjzXysKxM/TpZZeNs8-kI/AAAAAAAABtY/g--ovwzEdzQ/w311-h236-k/2011%2Bsept%2B071.jpg ...|||I dare make his answer...  Me :)|||My Girls and Me  http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo80/IveGrl/28082011397.jpg  http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo80/IveGrl/28082011395.jpg ...|||The Poet's Love Song  In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,  I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind the world to my desire, and hold the wind a voiceless captive to my conquering...|||I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.   I...|||A Moments Indulgence  I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side.  The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.  Away from the sight of thy face my head knows no rest nor...|||History of the Night  Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness ; thorns raking bare feet, fear of wolves. We shall never know who forged...|||In The Arc Of Your Mallet  Don't go anywhere without me. Let nothing happen in the sky without me, or on the ground, in this world or that world, without my being in its happening. Vision, see...|||....I don't know when napoleon ever DIDN'T write freely.  Seems to me he always says exactly what he wants exactly how he wants, and what is more free than that? But napoleon227 I agree that it is...|||My youngest daughter :) and where in the poem I say 'she says' believe me, I am quoting directly.|||The Changeling  Blackberries are not sweet as such.  And neither is she. Much.  She was a baby in a manger. (I think some fairy must have changed her for a stranger little stranger.)|||A six-stanza word-flirt... your measure never fails to measure up.  I'm still giggling :)|||Your love is as beautiful as your rage. x|||Urbanity and finesse, insanity, a soft caress - of words, like grace.  Your words taste better than cinnamon :) x|||This is beautiful.|||I Would Like To Describe  I would like to describe the simplest emotion  joy or sadness  but not as others do  reaching for shafts of rain or sun   I would like to describe a light  which is...|||a painful pause as the poet tries to pry a phrase from a reluctant brain something profound - or at least profane nothing springs to mind weep for her! as there she sits with brimming pen and...|||Exquisite x|||The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks.  The sea laps the great rocks Because I love you And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away And saying coldly...|||Warning    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say...|||Dear Sunrise,  I hate you.  You ruin everything.  Go to hell, and take that dawn chorus of fat, merry birdies with you.    Disgruntled, MJ|||I never leave the INFJ forum.  In fact, for most of my time on PerC I have only been in one particular thread on this forum.  So hey, replying here actually counts as branching out for me :D !|||Dear LiteratureNerd ,  Fuck yeah.  You Had To Ask?, MJ|||Dear Warm Ooey Gooey Chocolate Chip Chocolate Fudge Cake With A Side Of Slowly Melting Vanilla Ice Cream (The Extra Creamy Kind Speckled With Real Vanilla Pod Seeds)    No.    I SAID...|||Dear Goaty ,  I'm back.  Love, MJ|||I love flirting ;)  It's fun, it's sexy, it's confidence-boosting, and it's [mostly] harmless.   To answer the OP - I think there are as many different shades and levels of love as there are people...|||napoleon227   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tv36_QAVLsQ|||napoleon227 and anyone who can relate xo   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Crfm4ih3ZtM|||(my favourite villainelle)  Mad Girl's Love Song  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)  The stars go...|||Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night  Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.  Though wise men at their...|||napoleon227   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSNHuD3sFoA|||But the results are so good, lol.  And your vocabulary continues to improve... my favourite line: As meaning meanwhile halts upon inane,  Nice :)|||This couplet is genius.  I think Napoleon would say this is a classic example of negative energy being channelled in positive ways - your writing keeps getting better. x|||Psalm  Sometimes I sing and my voice is the tune of wind-chimes tickled by a too-sudden wind, or the baby's laugh that broke into the million skipping pieces that began Barrie's fairies. ...|||napoleon227   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2XCgcxsvTg&feature=fvst|||Disconsole  A drunken cloud stumbles across a back alley sky  and pauses to piss blindly on rooftops.  Somewhere  little rainbows dream sweet and a pretty sunbeam paces;|||Death of a Poet  Laid now on his smooth bed For the last time, watching dully Through heavy eyelids the day's colour Widow the sky, what can he say Worthy of record, the books all open, Pens...|||Impressionist  See, he said.  See? So I looked, and I saw;  I am a mother, and a Monet. It's in the way the light makes love to nature's silver brushstrokes, and how a single drop of water...|||Natatorial  Come, little rivers, run. Come creeks and creeping courses, come find you out an inlet, if you will.  Waters, thoughts and lives are never still.|||http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h154/3sunz_2006/congrats.jpg http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Icons/congrats2.jpg'