A need you dare not admit. Poetry on a Vampire Mom blog? Why? I’ll tell you.
People won’t admit they read poetry and are moved by it…but late at night they go on the Internet and search it out. It is like pornography. I’m dead serious (no pun intended). It is a need that most people will not dare admit to.
It isn’t a good time for me to expound upon the history of poetry or what caused the American population (among others) claim not to like poets. But I would like to remind everyone, especially those of us who can remember the past several centuries that there was a time that poets were the Rock Stars of our culture.
Sometimes I pull out my old volumes of favorites and read in the quiet of the night or on a rain soaked day. In turn, I also look for the new. I marvel at the many voices I see with poetry on the Internet.
Part of me believes technology with recorded music, radio, TV etc maybe brought an end to the poet as a popular icon. But in turn the Internet, yes the Internet has brought poetry back to life.
I see in the online communities poets being read, not ignored. I don’t read those words online “I don’t like poetry.” I see people who NEVER would read a poem, forwarding poetry to their friends and loved ones.
Poetry is a gift to the soul. Poetry is for everyone. Everyone needs poetry, like a vampire needs blood, like a hawk needs to fly, like a fish needs to swim. I know that wasn’t very poetic but you get the point – I hope.
Your assignment today is to READ, SAVOR and SHARE poetry with someone you love.
I was a spirit
In white silk with pink roses
Bustle in back
You in black tails
Took my breath away
And a century later
When you realized
That I loved you
I could exhale
______________________________
You Wait At My Door
You wait at my door,
Your bite still fresh,
Your cries
Your pleading
Your banging
The scratching
Your love
Astounds me
You will not give up
Fangs set
Love forever
I must let you in
For after all
Despite all
Forever all
I laugh
I smile
I let you in
You are my cat.
Vampire Maman 
“Poetry is a gift to the soul. Poetry is for everyone. Everyone needs poetry, like a vampire needs blood, like a hawk needs to fly, like a fish needs to swim. I know that wasn’t very poetic but you get the point – I hope.”
If you read history. Writers and artist were mad mans. People fear writers for they are the gypsies of emotion. Can steal your sadness and put them into words. A very entertaining blog. I enjoyed your thoughts and the amazing poetry. Thank you.
Thank you John. It means so much coming from you.
Enjoying your writing. There is a forceful fluidity and even tone that runs through that I think is so stylish. (Agree too that the internet is bringing poetry back! Thank goodness!!) Looking forward to catching more of your work. I love the imagery you compose.
Oh wow. Thank you so much. Please DO come back and read all the back stories. There are so many about so much. I’m so glad we found each other’s blogs.
Looking forward to enjoying more of your work. Your style of writing is beautiful.
Heck yes about poetry, and hooray for the interwebs! Now we get to have rock stars and poets. Take that, Nineteenth Century!
You gotta love it. Thanks for dropping by and visiting. Come back soon.
I never like poetry until I met someone close that made me open my eyes and heart. Now I start and end my day reading them for inspiration.
That is wonderful. There are so many fantastic poets out online and in bookstores to discover. Many are on WordPress blogs (many of my favorites.) Poetry is an amazing thing – the songs of our hearts and souls. Thank you for dropping by.
I was happy to have stumbled on this site. I like reading poetry and l love to write myself. I do have a small collection of poetry I will one day do something with. I had been published in the past twice , that is pretty neat. Maybe one day again. The first was a long time ago and I have lost track of it. I had won a contest in AZ and part of the prize was having it published. The name of the poem was TEMPEST. A wonderful play on words between a dark raging thunderstorm and demonic black winged horse from the the pit of hell. It is fabulous where one’s imagination can take them. , with a little added reality!
Wonderful So glad to have you here. Welcome to my world. I do love poetry. Feel free to share anytime. I’d love to read your work.
A short , but sweet one:
” Bleed thy lips and blow a kiss,
The devil comes for his nightly tryst.
Slash thy throat without a sound ,
Stand no more on holy ground.
Evil taketh a somber plane ,
As acsending angels watch in vain!”
“AAS 2006”
Very nice. Very nice.