Pt. 2 of 3 HONORABLE ENTRANTS to The Contest...
Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2004 2:20 am
POEM #15
Magnus Opus
I have lost my soul
the whole of my soul
in this hole
of an hotel
it’s hell
although it has a lovely bell
where is the Love?
ooh, I’ve dropped my glove
I must make a start
to repairing my heart
I can walk
and I can talk
I hope I never stalk!!!
I’m feeling down today
won’t you come and play
hey hey hey
Boo Hoo Mr Doo
I'm colored blue
I love you
POEM #18
"Untitled"
Lie with me in this seedy hotel
let the world pass by the broken windows.
Here’s the test of our love
no silk sheets
no room service
no comforts to turn your eyes away from mine
as I search for certainty.
Will we ever again have reservations
in this seedy hotel ?
POEM #19
Lucky Thirteen
On the thirteenth floor
I made love to a small, drugged, whore
To the sounds of Leonard Cohen
The rooms were dirty and brown
No majesty in this new town
And the river was glutted down
Through drugs we had sex
She had placed on me a hex
In the elevator, we often shared, late at night
She desired a man called Kriss
I gave her a passonite kiss
Come to my room, everything is allright
She was more famous than me
At least my soul was more free
As she gave me tea and oranges, in the room
Twilight and gloom, fusions and I did assume
To be her broken sparrow and groom
The rest is spoken history and concert, cigarette fumes
POEM #21
Seed of Life
In later years
I have stayed
in the seediest hotels
where ladies have clung to me
out of respect
for my age
and loved me
without disclosing
who they really think I am.
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My Comments:
Poem #15: Total rot!
Poem #18: I like the idea of this poem. Is the seediness a result or a test of this encounter? It leaves a bit too much to ponder, for me.
Poem #19: Very, very seedy. I'm not too fond of the forced rhymes, but do like the story of this poem and its seedy atmosphere.
Poem #21: I really like this poem. It is the most Cohen-esque of all submitted. It reminds me very much of Leonard's poem, "Because."
Magnus Opus
I have lost my soul
the whole of my soul
in this hole
of an hotel
it’s hell
although it has a lovely bell
where is the Love?
ooh, I’ve dropped my glove
I must make a start
to repairing my heart
I can walk
and I can talk
I hope I never stalk!!!
I’m feeling down today
won’t you come and play
hey hey hey
Boo Hoo Mr Doo
I'm colored blue
I love you
POEM #18
"Untitled"
Lie with me in this seedy hotel
let the world pass by the broken windows.
Here’s the test of our love
no silk sheets
no room service
no comforts to turn your eyes away from mine
as I search for certainty.
Will we ever again have reservations
in this seedy hotel ?
POEM #19
Lucky Thirteen
On the thirteenth floor
I made love to a small, drugged, whore
To the sounds of Leonard Cohen
The rooms were dirty and brown
No majesty in this new town
And the river was glutted down
Through drugs we had sex
She had placed on me a hex
In the elevator, we often shared, late at night
She desired a man called Kriss
I gave her a passonite kiss
Come to my room, everything is allright
She was more famous than me
At least my soul was more free
As she gave me tea and oranges, in the room
Twilight and gloom, fusions and I did assume
To be her broken sparrow and groom
The rest is spoken history and concert, cigarette fumes
POEM #21
Seed of Life
In later years
I have stayed
in the seediest hotels
where ladies have clung to me
out of respect
for my age
and loved me
without disclosing
who they really think I am.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Comments:
Poem #15: Total rot!
Poem #18: I like the idea of this poem. Is the seediness a result or a test of this encounter? It leaves a bit too much to ponder, for me.
Poem #19: Very, very seedy. I'm not too fond of the forced rhymes, but do like the story of this poem and its seedy atmosphere.
Poem #21: I really like this poem. It is the most Cohen-esque of all submitted. It reminds me very much of Leonard's poem, "Because."