G’day. The Orchid Room is a fluid collection of some of the internet’s most interesting new writers. It evolves organically which is why it is named after a flower. My name is Paul. And this is The Orchid Room. There is a stage with a bored looking band. On the stage is a microphone with a stand. It is very rarely used as the room is small and very intimate. To be heard one only needs to speak. It is populated by various shady characters of uncertain origin. Time seems a little distorted by the music and the scent of silk perfume,
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Gossip round the tables
I’d like to recline on a chaise longue
by a window that looks out over the Huangpu
while someone plays exalted piano
and I listen and unravel
the mysteries of this tantalizing room…….opium.
Id like to slide a chair
up to the stage,
sit in wide eyed innocence
Listening to the people
banter and play,
all the while peeling
layers off my well placed
skin….
Hi Paul,
I wrote a piece for here. I posted it on my blog.
http://dewyknickers.wordpress.com/2008/01/11/once-more-with-feeling/
Rose
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I’d like to sit in the smoky gray
with my inhibitions
swirling up up
gathering in clouds
on the ceiling.
I’d like to step
out of my self,
leave my skin
in a wrinkled pile,
kick it out of they way.
I’d like to sit naked,
a heart beating
to the rhythm
of a poem,
a soul thrumming
to piano notes
that weep.
smoky grey cigar smoke unfurls
above my head
as if my thoughts dance and depart
visibly, presenting me as
A person who is more skilled
and thoughtful
but I am more willed
and artful, in this life
and in the next
I will be too
saxophone moans
and screeching tones
speak words that hide
in my mouth
next to my breast
next to my heart
These are a couple of great Orchid Room poems. Music, atmosphere, sensuality, intelligence, let’s dance,
*strolls back to the mic*
*ahem*
I’m here
You’re here
If that’s the case
why is the silence
shattering my ears,
when we can fill
it with conversation?
You’re not here
I’m not there
with you,
like I promised,
but I am trying.
Maybe not as hard as you,
but from here, it looks
like your efforts lack
the sincerity needed
for my security.
Hoho, that is sprightly, pop in question
my sincerity and disappear,
so in reality it is not even time you are risking,
who is it then was insincere,
who supports, who disappears,
who stands to gain in this transaction,
the one who acts against reaction?
Every action demands reaction
To each thought process that floats
or flies, take your pick,
it is up to them to divulge
the inspiration behind
such motives.
One cannot disappear
and support at the same
time,
of course, it is not linear
so anything goes
in a world of smoke and mirrors
and machines made by men,
yet could be mastered by monkeys.
(That was awesome!! Again, my lovely Paul….right off the top o my noggin!)
(Lets keep this little exercise going….(((YOU)))
I a sorry to intrude . Since I had not seen the actual money for my scolarship I can not even afford paying my water bill, going out to get drunk is out of the question. So I have to use this virtual space to put my feet in my mouth and utter bad poetry and get over it one more time. But, as said, I would not like to interfere, I sat myself in the corner:
You know who I am: woman, alone, corner table.
Come; just tell me how pretty I am tonight.
I will receive your flattery as flirt, as smile:
the ocean cajoles the beach ,Palm Springs,Florida.
And, yes you can take me out one day.
And no, I’m sweeter inside
And, yes I fall in love, at times
And no, waste no words on me: I already have mine.
You saw me before: woman, alone, corner table,
I wear smoke as my veil and
tonight I blast away my love for a man.
Gotta go now, see you again?
Ahh, the lonely lost and beautiful ones. They drift in shyly and drift away again in clouds of smoke, perfume and tender grief. Prey, I call them. Please, come again,