Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together

Friday, January 16, 2009



Welcome to my world of art, poetry and culture...I've been missing in action with many projects going on, plus I just got back from sunny California. I had a great time with my little girl who is now 10, she's growing way too fast and i'm trying to catch up.


She's also a writer and loves to draw...the weather was in the 80's with some Santa Ana winds, regardless, we had a wonderful time with shopping, movies and nature.







I will get back to you all soon regarding the winners of the poetry contest. Hope all is well and keep the creative juices flowing. Have a good weekend.

POETICALLY SPEAKING...
He was the clock who held me somewhere between 9 and 12
Between lust, love and the bottomless pit of hope
Between public parks we held on to monkey bars
Daiquiri became pricey on stoned stairs where we practiced congress
He had a bird eye’s view of climax
Slugging down soccer nets with honey
Sweet and sticky
Erotic fury spelled my femininity
My WO-manity magnified by this virgin pathology
When sound of mind and body exercised a routine on his trampoline
Third degree burn
I yearned to be heard
To earn his respect
Unruliness he provided poetically
Improvising a Wu-Tang sensuality of words
He tickled me orally
Religiously without mercy
I swallowed his air between brownstones and palm trees
Saw his rainfall like a refresher course
Saluting me with verses like gold-trimmed sweat
Loveslap passages with Caribbean sea pillows and sheets
Devoting my lungs with volume of heat
A running train with his mud in my mouth
Begging for another revolution of his Haitian dot net
His residue grants me serenity
I once swallowed his flame
And…I failed
At the opportunity
To express the many possibilities
My drug of choice now dances around my ankle
©2009 by Cathy Delaleu

13 comments:

Harlem Purl said...

Wow, she is getting so big. Glad to see you with the big kool-aid smile on your face. You'll be happy to know that it was 11 degrees today in NYC (not including the wind chill brrrr).

Lyrically speaking said...

Hi Miss Purl, wow, 11 degrees, it was 82 degrees in my part of the world and I went for a nice walk...thanks for stopping by, stay warm

Muser said...

Thanks for this one--splendid imagery. Happy MLK and Inauguration Days.

Lyrically speaking said...

Thanks for stopping by Muser

get zapped said...

A darling daughter. How lucky you are :)

I'm reeling after a day of tears and smiles. History was made!

I hope all is well with you.

Peace.

Lyrically speaking said...

Get Zapped: thank you, yes, all is well...thanks for paying me a visit

Marvin D. Wilson said...

"My drug of choice now dances around my ankle."

Powerful.

fuzzy said...

i shoulda entered...

anyway i'll be on the lookout for you!

Lyrically speaking said...

Marvin: thanks

Fuzzy: I will have a Spring poetry contest, will keep you posted

Sean Stone said...

Nice imagery indeed. I need some 82 degree weather in my life about now. It's 12 where I am.

I want to enter your next contest as well. Stay blessed!

Ty said...

OMG Cathy, she is soooo cute, just like her mom. Great to see you even if it is in pictures. Be blessed.

Lyrically speaking said...

Ty: Thank you, you might see me soon in the spring, i'll let you know the dates...by the way stay tuned for my next poetry contest

LUMIDEE said...

Your such a wonderful piece of woman with so much creativity at your disposal..i love this