Meet me where
the axe-marked door hides
history, revenge and jealousy.

I'll be there
before the dew
leaves the ivy.

Swallow me
like moonlight by morning
and,

use my shirt sleeve
to wipe the corners
of your beautiful mouth.

They don't know
the you that I do.

They put the bills down
like they were buying fruit and,
fill up on your sweet berry juice
for an hour,

then they go home
to kiss sleeping foreheads.

But, I know
that poetry is written
because of you and,

I tell you it is so and,
every time we meet
by the axe-marked door,

you give it away.

woohoo, i like this. beautiful imagery.
these lines are nice:

"Swallow me
like moonlight by morning"

cool

skye

Why, thank you skye!

Jay

Do you ever write anything that doesn't involve females? Just curious... :-/

Somebody already asked me that. What do you people want me to say? I write about whatever I feel like writing about. Most of the time, it happens to be women.

Does it really matter what a person writes about?

No....I was just curious. Every poem of yours I've read has been about women. Am I not allowed to ask? -_-

Yes, you are. Ask away. Sorry for snapping at you.

I just wonder if it really matters what a person writes about. I have written a few poems about other things, such as my kids, social issues, etc. The reality is that the thing I like most to write about is women. I like to use imagery and I would much rather spend my time coming up with imaginative ways to describe a woman than a building or a policitican's nose....or anything else.

Jay

You people! from the man who loved women!
JP

Very,very nice Jay....I invision Scarlett O'Hara fanning herself on a chaise lounge in this piece (:

Okay...
I did enjoy the poem, especially "the axe-marked door hides
history, revenge and jealousy."

Scarlett O'Hara??

You do understand that this poem is about a prostitute, right?

Jay

followed by silence....yeah, jay, i don't think anyone got it.
but now i'm sure everyone understands.

is there any significance behind the "axe-marked door", metaphorically speaking?

skye

p.s. i also really like these lines:

"But, I know
that poetry is written
because of you"

um.. I got that. Is this a good thing? um... I plead the fifth! Oh darn Canada doesn't have it!

These lines were pretty clear I thought;

They put the bills down
like they were buying fruit and,
fill up on your sweet berry juice
for an hour,

Yup, I got it too. Yay for us, Bruce! high five Yeah!

Hey Jay,

Ya know, I think that your work is getting better and better. I've loved your last few pieces, and with no suggestions for improvement! Out of personal preference, I don't particularly LIKE the axe-marked door hiding history and so forth, but I don't really dislike it either. This is really cool. I like it

And actually, I didn't exactly see it as being about a prostitute; rather, I saw it as being about a girl whom men loved to take sexually and so forth, but never really appreciated as a person, until you come along, and tell her that she is poetry. That's how I saw it. I saw the "bills" as being figurative, though I didn't fully understand it the first time I read it. I figured it was just symbolic for something else.

So you read it your way, I'll read it mine Same basic idea, right? I like this, Jay. You're improving, and I'm likin it

Lady of the Night

The story of the axe-marked door:

At the University of Toronto, there is an old wooden door at University College with axe marks in it. It seems that way back when, two of the construction workers who were working on the building were in love with the same lady. Their names were Ivan Reznikoff and Paul Diabolos and they were sculptors. They did things to spite each other like carving a gargoyle of the others face in the building. (They are still there today)
One day, Reznikoff decided to go at Diablos with an axe, swinging for his head and missing, the blade landing in the door. Diablos, who was armed with a knife, turned and killed Reznikoff. He then dumped his body in a nearby well. Reznikoff's ghost is said to have haunted University College ever since. I have attached a picture of the gargoyles.

The poem:

A prostitute, repeatedly used and abused, never appreciated; meets a man who tells her she is beautiful and treats her as she has always wanted to be treated. He is a professor at University College. She meets him every day by the axe-marked door, performs oral sex on him and doesn't charge him for her services. A very simple story, really. A modern urban fairy tale.

Jay

Jay, attachment didn't take. Give it another go!

Thanks Bruce.

I understood it...

"They put the bills down
like they were buying fruit and,
fill up on your sweet berry juice
for an hour,

then they go home
to kiss sleeping foreheads."

kinda gave it away. ;p

Jay...
Simply loved it.
Wonderfully written and dramatized, I thought~

~Syn~

Oh poop, Syn's awake and I still haven't written back... must sleep though, so perhaps around 8pm your time?

Jay, good picture and poem; thanks.

I somewhat disagree with Lady though, as I have seen you write better than this.

8pm!!!....woohoo!!! First date I had in months!! ~lol~
Better take me girdle out of storage...

What I've got you've got to give it to your mamma
What I've got you've got to give it to your pappa
What I've got you've got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don't stop continue

Realize I don't want to be a miser
Confide wisely you'll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin' upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can't tell iff I'm a king pin or a pauper

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I'm a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Ooh... Ooh yeah
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can't tell iff I'm a king pin or a pauper

Lucky me swimmin' in my ability
Dancin' down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her 'cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin' good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice lone chug-a-lug me

There's a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won't let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can't tell iff I'm a king pin or a pauper

What I've got you've got to give it to your mamma
What I've got you've got to give it to your pappa
What I've got you've got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don't stop continue

Realize I don't want to be a miser
Confide wisely you'll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin' upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now


Oh...Yeah...

-Oxide Slain

Oooo! Jay's gonna beat you for putting lyrics on this thread! Actually, I dunno, lol.

That's a cool story about the door! Almost seems like a legend Those gargoyles in that pic... those aren't the gargoyles they carved, are they??? And I can't even believe it didn't hit me that she was performing oral sex.. smacks forehead I guess I just read the "Swallow me" part as being more poetic, lol. Yeah... lol

Lady of the Night

Yes, those are the gargoyles they carved.

I'm trying to refrain from giving the lyric poster a piece of my mind.

Jay

ok, ok...I'm a big R.H.C.P. fan and with that title I couldn't help posting their lyrics....lol, lady, I didn't even notice that either, until you said it I went back and read the "use my shirt sleeve to wipe the corners of your beautiful mouth." then I got it...


Love, Peace, and Krusty Krabs

-Oxide Slain

strains to hold Jay back Don't do it, man! It's kay, he didn't mean anything, and he won't do it again if you ask him nicely Just say "Caleb, I'd really rather you not post lyrics on my poetry threads, thank you" and he'll listen I promise! Lol.

And they carved those gargoyles with axes? Like, big clumsy axes?? No way...

Lady of the Night

No...they carved the gargoyles with carving tools. They were sculptors. The axe incident happened later.

Jay

Oh oh oh! I heard you say they were sculptors, just didn't make the connection. It's almost amusing... were they joking about the gargoyles, or seriously insulting each other? Lol, sounds like what my sister and I do, drawing pics of "each other" on paper, like pigs or whatever.

Lady of the Night

They were trying to insult each other. Just like you and your sister.

Jay

Yeah, but we don't really mean it. Did they??? Well, one tried to kill the other guy... oh wait.. he probably swung at the gargoyle's head, didn't he? I'm so dumb sometimes...

Lady of the Night

What do ya think Scarlett O'Hara was? Oh sure, she did'nt have the large clientel that this lovely lady had, but she worked it!! Believe me!

No, he didn't swing at the gargoyle...he swung at the actual guy. He tried to kill him with an axe. There are two versions of the story...in one, he misses and hits the door and ends up getting stabbed by the guy whose head he was trying to chop off. In the other, the incident occurs on the roof and the Reznikoff falls to his death. The first version is the one I've heard the most and the one that makes the most sense, given the axe-marked door.

You're not dumb.

Jay

I love that movie Had about enough of her by the husband that owned that shop, though. Gettin ready to smack her. But ya know... I felt bad for her at the end. Ahhh I'm so forgiving...

stops the frivolous chat on Jay's thread

Lady of the Night

What Movie??

Gone with the Wind! Ya know, Rhett Butler and Scarlet O'Hara? Dunno the actors/actresses names, though. If you haven't seen it... well... go see it. It's a classic, Jay. A classic.

Lady of the Night

Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable... and it is REALLY long!

Neat story Jay. I like it when truth gets worked into poetry.

Neat? That's almost as bad as Jay's "dig" lol. All you 30 year olds.. geez.. Yeah, it's long, but it's good I first saw it in the Tennessee State Theater which is like, extremely old, and is built to look like the class and expenses from years ago, with wide, wide staircases, red carpet in the women's bathrooms, gold molding everywhere, stained glass... the works. It's beautiful.

Lady of the Night