"Love, Hate"
dear ________,
Can you tell me once more
why we are here
sharing the same space
after we promised
"never again"?
no, the twilight is beckoning
we must not be late
you and I are compelled
to make it home tonight
when you wake in the morning
and the sun is bright
and you lay so still and peaceful
something gnaws at my insides
and I grow tired of you
during the hours of departure
in the wistful meantime
the cock crows thrice at Peter
I pray you don't
take offense at my quiet conjecture
reflection is not always
the easiest thing to purge
I love you
when you're seething
in the undercurrents
of unspoken tempests
but enough of this now
wait for me still
and your reward will be
my eternal patience.
- SW
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Poem: "The Ultimatum"
"The Ultimatum"
dear _______,
I must tell you, dear
that I cannot take
much more of
your resolve
if we must part ways
like the swirling tides
of the fervent ocean
let me show you
all the scars
you will walk away from
no one is unscathed, dear
innocence is no excuse
for idle mediocrity
flush the toilet
on the way out
get gone, my darling
if I must breathe again
the open spaces whisper
proclaiming our epic failure
can you see, in the distance, dear?
she waits for you
go to her, my sweet bastard,
and kiss her quickly
lest the raindrops cease to fall
and the heavens roar their disdain
get gone, beloved,
this is the last time
don't bother to say good-bye.
- CJ
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
I must tell you, dear
that I cannot take
much more of
your resolve
if we must part ways
like the swirling tides
of the fervent ocean
let me show you
all the scars
you will walk away from
no one is unscathed, dear
innocence is no excuse
for idle mediocrity
flush the toilet
on the way out
get gone, my darling
if I must breathe again
the open spaces whisper
proclaiming our epic failure
can you see, in the distance, dear?
she waits for you
go to her, my sweet bastard,
and kiss her quickly
lest the raindrops cease to fall
and the heavens roar their disdain
get gone, beloved,
this is the last time
don't bother to say good-bye.
- CJ
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Warning Label"
"The Warning Label"
dear _______,
It begins like a dance
maybe he didn't know
how to keep moving in time
looked like he was
Antonio Banderas with two left feet
poor bastard
you should have seen the look
of horror on his face
The way he could do the splits
should be outlawed
except if you're gay or a woman
he called me again tonight
left like forty messages on my cell
and a dozen roses on the doorstep
to my apartment, my God
did he manage to get a key?
no, no, no
the impetus to stay
must not infere with rational indecision
some guys just don't get it
what fun is it to give in, so easy
when all this girl wants to do is
get ahead?
- NT
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
It begins like a dance
maybe he didn't know
how to keep moving in time
looked like he was
Antonio Banderas with two left feet
poor bastard
you should have seen the look
of horror on his face
The way he could do the splits
should be outlawed
except if you're gay or a woman
he called me again tonight
left like forty messages on my cell
and a dozen roses on the doorstep
to my apartment, my God
did he manage to get a key?
no, no, no
the impetus to stay
must not infere with rational indecision
some guys just don't get it
what fun is it to give in, so easy
when all this girl wants to do is
get ahead?
- NT
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Guerreiro"
"Guerreiro"
dear _________,
And so it never
ends so simply
in the sordid spaces
our our divided attention spans
I could not bring myself
to tell you this time
how much it pained me
to wait until you decided
to happen upon the scene
was it simple? no
nothing ever like this
begins or falls this way
I left the number
scrawled hurriedly
on the back of a restaurant napkin
I just want to close my eyes
and forget Brazil
and displace the former affections
chosen to leave behind
the pull of Sao Paulo
beckons me out of fitful sleep
as I walk to the window
and gaze at the lovely moon
as rain starts to fall once more
the anticipation of home
makes me hate the here and now
still, I think of Sao Paulo.
- IO
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _________,
And so it never
ends so simply
in the sordid spaces
our our divided attention spans
I could not bring myself
to tell you this time
how much it pained me
to wait until you decided
to happen upon the scene
was it simple? no
nothing ever like this
begins or falls this way
I left the number
scrawled hurriedly
on the back of a restaurant napkin
I just want to close my eyes
and forget Brazil
and displace the former affections
chosen to leave behind
the pull of Sao Paulo
beckons me out of fitful sleep
as I walk to the window
and gaze at the lovely moon
as rain starts to fall once more
the anticipation of home
makes me hate the here and now
still, I think of Sao Paulo.
- IO
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "If I Could"
"If I Could"
dear _______,
in the afterglow
after the moment
of our mutual cease fire
has quietly passed
burn the candle
in memory of fading sunset
and approaching night
bury it deep in the fragile ground
take her little hand
and tell her where I now lay
remind, my sweet little one,
"Your mother loved you so"
please tell her
that if I could
I'd take her away with me
up in this beautiful place
where rain and sky
cease to tame the
unbridled passions
of those left painfully behind
I want you to know
that, if I could
I'd tell you once more, dear
if I only could.
- RS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
in the afterglow
after the moment
of our mutual cease fire
has quietly passed
burn the candle
in memory of fading sunset
and approaching night
bury it deep in the fragile ground
take her little hand
and tell her where I now lay
remind, my sweet little one,
"Your mother loved you so"
please tell her
that if I could
I'd take her away with me
up in this beautiful place
where rain and sky
cease to tame the
unbridled passions
of those left painfully behind
I want you to know
that, if I could
I'd tell you once more, dear
if I only could.
- RS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Hothouse Flowers"
"Hothouse Flowers"
dear _______,
the woman left her husband
at the altar pining
after three years
negotiations are underway
for the mutual exclusivity pact
leading to a flurry of last minute
shrugging and backdoor shinanigans
the suits walk in unison
as she waits behind a locked door
breathing softly, her thoughts drift off
if she dialed the number, would she be there?
dismissing the notion of fleeting indiscretion
she coolly powdered her nose
and re-applied her lipstick
the door cracked open
as a man with dark hair and unsightly teeth
sat down across the table from her
"Miss? We have a proposition for you," he said as he slowly
took out a pack of Camels and slid it across the table
the woman, now smiling, reached out
and, fidgeting for her lighter, she leaned closer
eyes glittering in the subtle light
"What is it do you have in mind?," she said demurely
the tension rising as the hothouse flowers began
to wilt in seething desperation.
- KL
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _______,
the woman left her husband
at the altar pining
after three years
negotiations are underway
for the mutual exclusivity pact
leading to a flurry of last minute
shrugging and backdoor shinanigans
the suits walk in unison
as she waits behind a locked door
breathing softly, her thoughts drift off
if she dialed the number, would she be there?
dismissing the notion of fleeting indiscretion
she coolly powdered her nose
and re-applied her lipstick
the door cracked open
as a man with dark hair and unsightly teeth
sat down across the table from her
"Miss? We have a proposition for you," he said as he slowly
took out a pack of Camels and slid it across the table
the woman, now smiling, reached out
and, fidgeting for her lighter, she leaned closer
eyes glittering in the subtle light
"What is it do you have in mind?," she said demurely
the tension rising as the hothouse flowers began
to wilt in seething desperation.
- KL
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Intersection"
"Intersection"
dear _________,
during the last incarnation
of our premature demise
you whispered in my ear
reeking of pain and desperation
I clung to you
to your promises and supplications
hoping that when I awoke
the morning after
our mutual intersection
you would not choose the hard way
I know the door is tempting you
to leave all you know behind
but despite our freefall neurotic tendencies
what I hold for you in my heart
makes my insides writhe and twist
with anticipation
I saw a picture of you
in nothing but a trenchcoat
made me uncross my legs
and drink you in
even though you're gone
the fire still burns
lingering on my mouth
each moment spent with you
etched on the contours
of my forever beating
bruised compass.
- UD
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _________,
during the last incarnation
of our premature demise
you whispered in my ear
reeking of pain and desperation
I clung to you
to your promises and supplications
hoping that when I awoke
the morning after
our mutual intersection
you would not choose the hard way
I know the door is tempting you
to leave all you know behind
but despite our freefall neurotic tendencies
what I hold for you in my heart
makes my insides writhe and twist
with anticipation
I saw a picture of you
in nothing but a trenchcoat
made me uncross my legs
and drink you in
even though you're gone
the fire still burns
lingering on my mouth
each moment spent with you
etched on the contours
of my forever beating
bruised compass.
- UD
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Crawl"
"Crawl"
dear ________,
I apologize for the vagueness
that was apparent in my last reply
but, if you must know, I still
still am
holding on to the premise
of what we shared that summer ago
now torn asunder
as I lay in bed, unclothed, aching
for the slightest provocation for you
to catch me in my most private of moments
the desperation parches my throat
there is no water in this tiny space
now littered with my present debauchery
at night, when I'm alone, I think of you
laying next to me
your soft contours, skin against skin
I reach out to you, my dear sweet child
tonight, I will marry the bed, I think
I've been feeling very Anne Sexton today
perhaps I will find the resolve to put on my makeup
and go into this glittering paradise, this untamed
urban precipice and hope in vain
to replace you with another
but no matter how pretty she is
no matter how sweet her tempting rose
may prove to be
I'll always crawl back to you, dear
and, when I close my eyes
and open myself up to the moonlit night
you'll be in my embrace once more
tonight, I will marry the bed.
- CS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear ________,
I apologize for the vagueness
that was apparent in my last reply
but, if you must know, I still
still am
holding on to the premise
of what we shared that summer ago
now torn asunder
as I lay in bed, unclothed, aching
for the slightest provocation for you
to catch me in my most private of moments
the desperation parches my throat
there is no water in this tiny space
now littered with my present debauchery
at night, when I'm alone, I think of you
laying next to me
your soft contours, skin against skin
I reach out to you, my dear sweet child
tonight, I will marry the bed, I think
I've been feeling very Anne Sexton today
perhaps I will find the resolve to put on my makeup
and go into this glittering paradise, this untamed
urban precipice and hope in vain
to replace you with another
but no matter how pretty she is
no matter how sweet her tempting rose
may prove to be
I'll always crawl back to you, dear
and, when I close my eyes
and open myself up to the moonlit night
you'll be in my embrace once more
tonight, I will marry the bed.
- CS
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Underneath"
"Underneath"
dear _________,
I'm usually not a jealous bitch
but this melacholy is undermining
my carefully crafted facade
of nuanced indifference
Andy came over last night
it was late
and I wasn't in the mood
for idle small talk
or meaningless unattached company
but as soon as I opened the door,
Andy smiled with those pale eyes
subtle pools of green that seem to shimmer
in the subdued light
something inside me
felt the compulsion to grab her
lead her to my bedroom and lock the door
as you know already
I'm not as prudish as I let on
so when I awoke the next morning
and went to the bathroom,
I let the towel drop
and left the door cracked
ever so slightly ajar
just in case Andy woke up
and saw me glistening with
anticipation
Andy just stared back
and, with a hint of a smile,
she whispered in desperation
reached for her favorite companion
and surrendered for one final go.
- FC
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
dear _________,
I'm usually not a jealous bitch
but this melacholy is undermining
my carefully crafted facade
of nuanced indifference
Andy came over last night
it was late
and I wasn't in the mood
for idle small talk
or meaningless unattached company
but as soon as I opened the door,
Andy smiled with those pale eyes
subtle pools of green that seem to shimmer
in the subdued light
something inside me
felt the compulsion to grab her
lead her to my bedroom and lock the door
as you know already
I'm not as prudish as I let on
so when I awoke the next morning
and went to the bathroom,
I let the towel drop
and left the door cracked
ever so slightly ajar
just in case Andy woke up
and saw me glistening with
anticipation
Andy just stared back
and, with a hint of a smile,
she whispered in desperation
reached for her favorite companion
and surrendered for one final go.
- FC
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Forlorn"
"Forlorn"
It was supposed to be
a good time for her
last night
she bought a new
shimmery slip of
a dress, dainty
black and glittery
spent over an hour getting ready
she was excited
at the prospect of seeing her again
the last time they spoke
she spent half the night
staring at Lucinda
Lucinda was someone
everyone wanted to be near
or get to know
the woman laughed plenty
loved hard
and forvever seemed the subject
of gossip, envy, or adoration
her every move scrutinized
her every word pined on
when she kissed Sam
during the afterparty
the damage left in her wake
was palable
in the corner, the blonde
in the black dress
that glittered
fell to her knees in a heap
sobbing
naive and forlorn
such an unrequited provocation
of rampant neglect.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Delizo
It was supposed to be
a good time for her
last night
she bought a new
shimmery slip of
a dress, dainty
black and glittery
spent over an hour getting ready
she was excited
at the prospect of seeing her again
the last time they spoke
she spent half the night
staring at Lucinda
Lucinda was someone
everyone wanted to be near
or get to know
the woman laughed plenty
loved hard
and forvever seemed the subject
of gossip, envy, or adoration
her every move scrutinized
her every word pined on
when she kissed Sam
during the afterparty
the damage left in her wake
was palable
in the corner, the blonde
in the black dress
that glittered
fell to her knees in a heap
sobbing
naive and forlorn
such an unrequited provocation
of rampant neglect.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Delizo
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