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After changing the sheets,
and smoking a cigarette
She fixes her hair,
and mixes a drink.
So many long mirrors,
Too much time to think.
Of daddy
Of horses
Of poppies
& hands
Of children
Divorces
& far away
lands
Oh harlot, I am in love
Oh harlot, look at you strut
On the terrace above...
With a pear, and no buts.
There is no dinner to make
No thought of church in the morn
Only the money you take
Hoping to be reborn
in the skin of another
Because your beauty eludes...
you push deeper in
as the men file through.
Oh harlot, I am with you
Oh harlot, your laugh is warm South
I wish that I knew
the pull of your mouth.
But I am a boy
Perhaps, I am yours?
In the back of your mind
In a boat with no oars.
Oh harlot, these streets are for killers
Oh harlot, these rooms have no view
I always wondered if you knew?
What you were really, getting into.
The needles
The night
Sickness
The plight
The blues
& The highs
Promises
Lies
The reddest
Lights...
& the stink of gold
Death will not wait
until you're old.
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Author notes
Written March 25th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Love, from a new perspective by sunraezz.
300 points, ended November 11, 2005, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I did not listen to the song, but I had a strong vivid picture of the poem as I read, and it wasn't at all evasive, so I understood it entirely..
"But I am a boy
Perhaps, I am yours?"
Those two lines really threw me off for a moment, I was almost reactionless, and then I felt cold-hearted and strangely apathetic.
Anyways, this is stunning, I really enjoyed it.
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Hoping to be reborn
in the skin of another
Because your beauty eludes...
I know many woman who feel like this.. It's amazing how many woman will hold thereselves to a mans standards. They cannot find themselves in the arms of a man; that's not where our hearts lie. You seemed to capture the perfect wording for this thought. Beauty eludes... Kind of stereostypical, but good.
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Incredrible!
"Death will not wait
until you're old."
Wow! Now that line is wow! That really shakes people up, I know I got shook. This was incredible! After reading a poem like this, it really makes one think! I love poems like this! Your no bullshit attitude is amazing!(don't see that too much)and i love it. Moreover, what makes it great is that you incorporate it so well into your style of writing. This piece is incredible! I love it! Great Job!
Xquiste
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It is an interesting sound, but a little harsher than I like. I am impressed with your song. I would prefer a soft version of it.
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I cannot describe my amazement right now. This poem struck me deeply, it is so profound, so true yet utterly painful because of the insight you offer through your magnificent images and metaphors. Inspiring in its entirety and powerful beyond words, your poem shares crude realities of our society, and that is one of the elements that add to its value, not to mention the flow, the imagery and the form. Thanks so much for sharing, and I am looking forward to reading more of your poems!
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But I am a boy
Perhaps, I am yours?
In the back of your mind
In a boat with no oars.
The last line of that stanza is turley amazing, it realy makes you think. Could it mean that is an object that isnt going anywere. I would love to know what you meant when writing this. -
Well I see why you sent me your list. Interesting write. Makes me think a bbit of the ladies of Bourbon street. Just had that feel I guess. I will read the rest, but again, your pic? Ha ha. Handsome fella, but I do not think you are a harlot. LOL. Well thought, and well written.
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This had an ineresting flavor to it. You seem to use such a cynical eye in this and, yet, you wish for her to have a room with a view. Romantic? The view is not what anyone is there for. I liked the little rhyming bits. They aided the enjambment well. I'm glad I got the chance to read this.
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Even though I never got into selling myself, I saw plenty of girls who did when I danced. Many of them would try to talk me into it. But I saw what it did to them. This is a very true write.. Athena
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You are a very sensitive soul. This write is really inspiring. I am moved by the way you have looked into the life of a prostitute. Check me out, you'd find me at the other side of the spectrum.
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Thank you Josie, I am delighted that you find my work inspiring,
that's the entirety behind why I am a poet, I do it to provoke
others to do it also, poetry, changes the world.
I would love to read your poem, send me the link. -
I am awed by your work...
Lest i can say, i am utterly engrossed in your work.
i read your poem "Warlock" and i can relate to it somehow.. i don't know, but it really showed me your beauty, in your poetry. you have a very interesting way and a very, almost, seductive nature to the way that you write.
this poem was very, very inspiring. i loved the way you put it together and how it just played out. i had written a poem a long time ago about prostitutes but i never have put it on here. i think that this poem has kind of edged me to post it. thanks for writing this. you have a way with words. Love.
-Josie
P.S. I'll send the poem to you.. it's called "Concubine Follies"
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This poem is filled with images, and a sense of so much reality. Your message is profound, your words endlessly flowing, and your poetry is as good as you look. What an alluring smile! Excellent! Good luck to you in the challenge!
Lisa Ann ~ ~
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The street is so barren of kindness, and this write speaks true of the harsh realities of 'ladies of the night.' You've done well at capturing the hardness, the rawness, the vulnerability, the exploitation of these women and children, and the inevitable conclusion. We are a strange species, for all the intelligence we tout.
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Prostitution is a complex beast.
- the pull of the mouth line got to me, evocative and tactile. No unturned stones. A real exploration, thankyou...
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fuckin'brilliant
was gonna just applaud this for my 10 points to enter your contest..but after reading..couldn't help myself..so here goes...
man...very intense and what a flow this had
jam-packed full of imagery and lyrical metaphors..
awesome piece of work..especially liked
"Oh harlot, your laugh is warm South
I wish that I knew
the pull of your mouth."
hmm..so very good..so very very good!
awesome!!
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damn, boy , you are very, very good
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Very intense writing here. It's always a joy when you enter one of my contests because I've enjoyed reading everything I've had the chance to read by you so far. This is no exception. Wonderful, clear images that will stick with me for quite some time.
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Excellent
Excellent poem which indicates that the life span of a Harlot or Huer is not very long. Full of vivid imagry and oozes slease.
Excellent poem.
Georges. -
Because, I was a prostitute for a decade.
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this poems speaks more than what you wrote. It really makes you think about all that prostitutes go thru. awesome job, btw your gorgeous (if that is you in the picture). but question, how come you write about prostitutes so much, if you don't mind me asking?
-mell -
breathtaking
That was a beautiful poem. It paints a vivid picture of the devastation one person goes through to stay alive, or even to fill that empty space in which inner insecurites lurk. you are a beautiful person in your words, and in the flesh. amazing work. two fingers and two big toes up!
Loves,
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Maybe I should start reading stuff I understand Whats a Harlot.? Is it like a slut? I don't mean to offend I am just confused by all these terms. um But it was well worded like most of your stuff i think YOu are a wonderful writer with tons of talent.
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I couldn't get past the picture, you are a fabulous looking young man, and your smile envelopes the spirit. I have worked with actors that have stolen my focus that didn't look half as drop dead georgeous as you. Keep being photogenic.
Now on to the literary subject at hand, the poem!
you push deeper in as the men file through This line goes so much further than reality. I had a friend years ago (she's still my friend but no longer a prostitute) that prostitued to feed her two sons. She kept making the money and having the men and pushing what she really wanted to do to the side. She has since allowed her true self to surface and she is an outstanding teacher. As fate would have it she never got arrested and only found out by a few, so her past has yet to interrupt her new life. We know... but as a friend I have been there to support her new way of living. I am happy for her because she looks and feels so much better about herself. WOW! I got all that from that one line, what a writer you are.
The last lines are all too real. My niece nearly lost her life to this line of work. She still doesn't have a real grip on what transpired out there in those "killer streets" There is so much more I could say, never been there myself, but I am in relationships with plenty of women who have, and even a few men.
Excellent lyrical work of art in words. You keep doing what you do. I see so many branches of talent coming from you, a very strong rooted tree.
Renee
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very interesting contemporary....
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This is kinda lyrical really - lol songs about whores - fabulous!
A lot of women are actually really attracted to being prostitutes I read... Its a psychological thing I think...
Take care
Hayley x x -
Good, thank for asking mate. how about yourself?
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Poor fern and you haven't told her who harlot is ....you sod !.
Great to see you appreciated on here. How is Jh ? -
thats not smoke, thats blood, honey
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Absolutely wild. What a mind, "agression turned sideways" is a phrase I heard that just might sum it up. But who would want to? So cool. I can taste the smoke. It's red and thick.
Elle -
This poem is so sad. Painful and honest. You paint a vivid picture with your words.
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a really fine poem, horus. you paint a vivid picture of the harlot with your images, very human, very real. this poem has heart. stellar write!
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Unable to formulate perfect supportive comment... suffice it to say, it made me think, and look beneath the surface.
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Fab photo!
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so...
is that a good thing?
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And such is an ode my dear. You're not a poet, you're a prose writer.
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*bites tongue on comment*
It was, wishy washy in a sing song kinda way, but it floated, like cheep gauzy lace on a perfumed, red-rouged, whore.
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Well, I really enjoyed this!
Kind of depressing...the poor harlot.
Eh, what a life that would be.
Very nice write you have posted here!
I just may check out some more of you
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Who's Harlot... ? (Great poem!!!)
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Awesome write. Very insightful to the other side of her. Thanks for sharing
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Ah, bohb, a word, I would like to sponsor your best work to be published in the magazine... I realize points aren't easy to come by, I wanted to let you know, I'll spend three hundred on you, you say when.
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Hey, Mr. Horus8, You didn't write this poem about me and Travis did you? Of course, not our love is pure. Maybe rock and roll love and lust but I certainly not a harlot. Now where the hell is my leather halter...
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Oh ok. Horus, go read my newest poem thing and make fun of it for me, will you?
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The nuder the gouda
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good stuff.
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Slut
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brilliant as ever loved it whats to be said except i fell right into it and i love the ending
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i remember when i used to be nearly at the top of the comment list...makes me happy to see you pulling in readers of all types..your book out in May and all the attention you are getting in other areas...will you remember the swine when you go?
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What a fabulous piece you have crafted.
It's a wonderful view of her. very insightful.
I really enjoyed reading.
Ann
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Well slap my thighs and call me Barbara!!! yo mamma, I'll be a harlot for the night..even un-dignified
but just let me be..
hehehheeh ahem Nephew, I'm sure I should chastise you for this.. but hey, who cares.. I'm a fool who knows.. lift me higher than that bird up high.. damn night shifts warp my mind
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Like DevilEd I am amused and bedazzled by the glittery words you have strewn before the swine.
Another fine literary work. You're on a roll Pilgrim. -
William... I love you. Let's hug and get queer as a nude man running through a pasture with milk crates duct taped to his boots? Whattaya say mate?
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Excellent
and out of the coal black darkness, horus8 emerges with yet another diamond, an absolute gem! On every level. It flows with grace and ease, and yet hits very hard.
an ode.
a brilliantly restrained operatic spectacle that shimmers on the page of wine colors, grapes and pinks that are at once luscious and soft.
very well done. I am awed and amused. -
I love this poem, in my mind it really gets into what I think their thoughts are. Very interesting perspective
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I am amazed by the way you write somedays, dam you are so gifted, and your words I swear they speak, even though I get what this is about it still is a great piece of work and yeah
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