This hot new trend in poetry, erotica, all began for This Writer by reading “Keats is Dead so Fuck me From Behind” on Facebook
by Hera Lindsay Bird. As if finding a poetry wake me up, this poem full of landscape and longing peppered with sexual imagery
is a very sophisticated portrayal of Pagan magic in sexuality.
“Keats is dead so fuck me from behind / Slowly and with carnal purpose / Some black midwinter afternoon . . . “ A wicked poem,
a classic poem of “gather ye rosebuds while ye may”. Then I discovered an Erotic Haiku Contest/Anthology, intrigued I put in
a Google search and discovered some riveting, exciting new poetry. What is so intriguing begins with a type of Victorian Erotica,
as if borrowing from The Pearl, a popular erotic magazine of short stories written in the 1800’s, yet striped into the post-modern
landscape. There is no real tradition of erotic poetry in English literature.
Gay literature has developed erotic poetry (sparsely since the Renaissance, 19th and 20th Century to flower with gay liberation
in 1968), East Indian poetry includes sexual imagery and there is a tradition of erotic
Japanese Haiku. The best Erotic Poetry is subtle, teases the Reader with light and shadow, the hint of romance, a suggestion
of beauty and nature imagery all in original, sharp and bone escarpments. The Haiku follows the basic rules of Haiku, pared
in and includes romantic/sexual imagery.
Erotic Haiku is a quiet phenomena that developed out of 18th century Japan with the writings of Chiyo-Jo (1703-1775), Ishibashi Hideno (1909-1947) and Katswa Nobuko (b. 1914). This type of writing although subtle was considered very provocative in the 1700’s. An erotic Haiku poem that links Nature imagery to human nature = Haiku. If the erotic poem is only human nature = Senryu and if the erotic Haiku poem is neither Haiku or Senryu, it is Zappai. As the popularity of Haiku grew into the 20th century, Erotic Haiku has been largely an underground phenomena as is the history of erotic poetry in the West, since ancient Greece and Rome.
These New Age hot Erotic Haiku are by “Ormond” @ www.hellopoetry.com, a poetry blog.
“Above her in bed
Little breaths lifting our bodies
Eyes, fingers, dreaming”
“Blissful time kissing
My bare thighs sink into hers
Running sands so quick”
These Erotic Haiku are by Anonymous @ Erotic haiku (Wysterian Forum) – Invision Free – zlF Boards, (www.z1.invisionfree.com/Wysterian_Forum/ar/t215.htm) a discussion forum.
“You stand above me
Fingers tangled in my hair
Throat arched to the sky”
“I kneel before you
Your warm luscious sweetness
Slides along my tongue”
Some famous Erotic Haiku writers are Alan Pizzarelli, Alexis Rotella, George Swede, Gabriel Rosenstock, Hiroaki Sato, ai li and Paula Fisher.
In the Wysterian Forum, a discussion of the political etc. implications of Erotic Poetry ensue – new felix observes, “Americans, Canadians and Brits don’t mind violence, but are strict on sexuality. Whereas Scandinavians and other Europeans are the opposite.” It is important to understand context and why this trend is blowing out. In the oppression, the war economy/cult of ego North America, I suspect a majority of people are karmically impure (having had more than 5 lovers). This may set people up for difficulty finding a happy longterm covenant marriage, people become very broken, angry and depressed, a leaving lover leaves a mark on the soul, not unlike soul murder. This economic driver scene is grave suffering, manifests emotional/physical violence, mental patients, street people, alcoholics/drug addicts, health issues, suicides and people in the prison house. If God had wanted us to be whores he would not have sent a Starcrossed Lover or a more suited Lover on a Sign from God for a happy longterm covenant marriage until the lover dies. My theory is the push and pull of want and not, the dream of a happy longterm lover, in the context of The Waste Land is breathing fresh invictive into breath upon the glass. It is adult fire, a fascination with an ideal place we could be, an open celebration of the dance of magic, the sacrament of peace and home.
Truly great poetry is like catching that piece of light in your hand . . . poetry that stops the world. This is the poetry of
The Girl With the Letter Flower by Orlando Murcia. Poet Murcia is an Author, Poet, Husband and Father born in El Salvador,
living in Los Angeles, California. This is his second book of poetry, the first being The Beauty Of All Around.
The celebration of Love, Beauty and Romance in erotic climes, the young king of blues street writes. After the rain, the velvet night in shadows, all is quiet, 2 lovers sleep entwined, under the moon. Enscribed in hot Summer, the poet is half angel, half conquistador writing into the Spanish archipelago of plains, mountains and skies. In the New Age Renaissance style, Poet Murcia is a magician of high romance with flying majesty. The imagery is rich and full, with allusions to exotic tropical places, rare drinks, the beauty of the body, music, Biblical images, nature in oceans, forests, seashells, skies all wrapped in the cosmos, the heavenly bodies of planets and stars. He compares his lover to a country, it is love as dynasty, as if the posession of orange groves under blue sky, he holds the world in his hands. The poetry is life as magic.
"Of once again
I kissed the wing of your shoulder,
right before I slipped away into a trance of
The softness of your skin is like a fountain of
waving through a stream..
While your scent…
is like a meadow of pastures being poured inside a
bouquet of waterfalls
I love how your eyes resemble owls
during serenaded midnight
of your enchanted beak that blow kisses from your
wind of fair odyssey…
How you slumber inside of my thoughts as I portray
you through musical baptisms of summers eve…
...seeking the road to your jasmine dawn…
...under your knitted wall of daily bread…
My torch from autumns window…
How I love the little things that sail through your
You wound me,
when you say "Sweet dreams" or
"Until tomorrow my love"
For you know I watch you drift away until the
And greet you buenos dia when you sunrise into
the arms of mis labios…
My beautiful girl…
You will never catch me sleeping when you
The sun and I…
We are the same..
Though I say I fade into a trance of drowning…
What I really mean is…
That I will endure these thorns of longing, until you
return from the abyss…
...of your promised once again
The erotica is subtle and suggestive drawing the Reader into an intimate boudoir, as if behind a curtain, the unseen becomes. In a very broken world it is as if the Poet has found the secret to life, a sacred place of covenant in Holy Spirit blessings. Of fire, the poetry is ecstatic, reverential and full of love of the Spirit, love of a girl, wife and mother not unlike the beauty of the Song of Songs from the Bible. As if a disciple of Pablo Neruda, the Spanish landscape rolls out in sharp and sweet juxtapositions, brilliant, entwined in the original velvet coin. Occasionally, the poetry rhymes distantly, particularly at the end of poems, bringing into focus the early Wiccan magic culture as if casting spells for assured love. As if the Michaelangelo of poetry, the song of songs, the cast of love, a postcard of time, the time is now.
Sit on top of the piano…
Let me play classical music between
and compose Moonlight Sonata,
the black and white
I want to fill you with erotic tendencies as I
hear you caress the air
with acoustic notes…
Be the soloist conducting “ A minor “
chords against your organ…
...after removing the silk stockings, from
below your frame
I want to tune you above the grand until
we both reach the range of our ivory
and rehearse the outlining of our
symphony once more
I just want to make love to you…
And what better way to make music
than to lay upon the instrument
The use of the English language is original, I suspect Poet Murcia’s first language is Spanish, when he writes poetry the English language becomes fresh in a mysterious lilt, beautiful and haunting within the background of Spanish lace. The work is peppered with the occasional Spanish language phrase creating exotic ambiance. The Girl With the Letter Flower is a love affair This Writer never wanted to end, it soars amongst the night skies of hot Summer, the brightest star. Something every aficanado of poetry lives for, the discovery of the new and brilliant, intoxicating erotic poetry in New Age Renaissance witchcraft, The Girl With the Letter Flower by Orlando Murcia.
his dresses: dark after dark by ai li, is erotic haiku that explores the dark side, breathes into the cold night air, a brilliant
read. Poet ai li lives in London and has been published in the United Kingdom, Japan and the United States. She has published 18 books
of Haiku and Tanka at Amazon Station and is the Poetry Editor of the online journals, Still and dew-on-line.
East meets West in this fantastical work of New Age Haiku and Tanka, poetry writing as a storybook, a journal of days passing. The writing is an art nouveau evolution in the traditional Japanese form, the Poet describes haiku as “a poem of one to four lines about a moment in time allows a glimpse of the eternal” and tanka as “a poem of five lines about a journey into life, love and loss touching memory at its deepest level”.
in her bedroom
This poetry is dark, yet exquisite, comets falling through the darkness, streaks of light in the black of night. This poetry is enigmatic, in a breath, profound, as if having been found on a path after a disaster and having survived. Themes include suicide, death, love, as if a darkness around love, aches, is immeadiate, plays with the sensual, perhaps the dark side of ended love relationships.
“half the night
the other half
“late night movie suicide
her empty apartment
my empty apartment”
There are some allusions to power paradigms and gender politics, as the sun sets on the cultural dirge of ego in the West. A juxtaposition with a celebration of the mystique of the feminine. The sharp edges, dark with violence become art, as if bright light plays through silk gauze. As if a struggle, a dialectic between the breath to live and the wish of death all soothed with the Poet’s pen.
The poetry is original, the use of language sublime, rarely the haiku rhyme or repeat words. And it is all riveting. The use of words, very pared in as if adhering to the unofficial rule of 11 syllables in English for Haiku, it is the economy of space, lending itself to brilliance, streaks of light in the dark night.
One of the best films i have seen is “Yes”, a film with dialogue in iambic pentameter and rhyme. Imagine a film score entirely in Haiku or Tanka form, it startles and fascinates the mind. Some of the best Haiku in English, This Writer has ever read, his dresses: the dark after dark by ai li.
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