ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume IV Issue X

The Cover Art/Photo:

“flower in a cage”

by Rebecca Anne Banks

“hanging from the moon

i slip into barren lands

naked, a flower grows . . . “

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume IV Issue X
(October 2016)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2016

Editorial – Trends in Poetry

Erotic Poetry and Erotic Haiku

“poetry as witchcraft”
- Rebecca Anne Banks (Poet, Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Writer, Artist, Philosopher, Activist)

“sex is not really about sex, as monies is not really about monies”
- Rebecca Anne Banks (Poet, Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Writer, Artist, Philosopher, Activist)

“sex outside of a happy longterm covenant marriage . . . is war”
- Rebecca Anne Banks (Poet, Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Writer, Artist, Philosopher, Activist)

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.


Bird, Hera Lindsay. The Monday extract: “Keats is Dead so Fuck me From Behind” by Hera Lindsay Bird. Spinoff Books. 2016.

Madrid, Anthony. Porn Poetry. The Paris Review. 2016.

Wysterian Forum: Writer’s Corner: Erotic Haiku. 2016

Erotic Haiku

by Vanessa Shields


turn your back and hide

a shy seed in a moist mound

rain pours on gardens


foreign words off tongue

must use skin as our landscape

I understand you


hearts of pleasure climb

in the cherries of laughter

I scorch your full lips

Ocean Nights

by Richanda Turner

Red touch slips me in

unrelenting waves crashing

breathless, open mouths

Erotic Haiku

by Uche Ogbuji


There are caves, all deep.

Long opening against me,

Your mouth. There are caves.


Over your shoulder

Eyes meet while hands unstrip–my breath

Holds petals aloft.


by Maddie Godfrey

When your absence keeps me awake

I wash off all my clothes

And ask the moon to touch me

Even after months of missing you,

She still does not know my body

As well as your mouth did

Featured Poets: Chiyo-Jo and Ishibashi Hideno




moonflowers in bloom

when a woman’s skin

gleams through the dusk



Ishibashi Hideno

the winter blooming plum

buds touching one another

in the twilight

Missed Connections

Craigslist Montreal – Missed Connections – July 13th, 2016 – Anonymous

hailie's song – m4w

Is it stupid that I kind of miss a stoner buddy I had in my early 20s? She was kind of a f--- up, I guess, but I guess nobody posts a craigslist ad for an ex stoner friend if they aren't a f--- up themselves.

Suppose it's not a sudden thought, just sometimes wondering if that weird pet store girl made it out okay.

(N.B.: “me, i’m flying in my taxi . . . “ - a note from the editor

“weird pet store girls always win” - a note from the other editor

“feed me” - says the cat)

Book Reviews


The Girl With the Letter Flower, intoxicating, erotic romance as witchcraft.

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: The Girl With the Letter Flower

Author: Orlando Murcia

Publisher: Orlando Murcia

Date of Publication: (pending)

Pages: 92

“I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine”
- from I Put a Spell on You by Annie Lennox

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

The elegance,

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

unforgotten region

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.

"The Piano


Sit on top of the piano…

Let me play classical music between

your strings

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

of harmony

and keys

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: the dark after dark, comets in the nightsky.

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: his dresses: the dark after dark

Author: ai li

Publisher: ai li

Date of Publication: 2012

Pages: 134

"It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves, one star at a time"
- from Bobcaygeon by The Tragically Hip

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”.

“a teacup

in her bedroom

a teacup


nothing on”

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

holds my

silent scream

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.

Available @ Amazon.ca.

Upon the coming of Summer: A series of Haiku


Rebecca Anne Banks

“bright morning

i slip my camisole down

sunbake . . . “


the wind

lifts my skirt

in dance . . . “

“hot summer,

the untended garden

sleeps . . . “

“my hair falls down

over him

the summer night . . . “

“i caress

the bare tree

the blue sky . . . “

“slipping into beauty

the moon

in darkening blue skies . . . “

“blue sky moods

the trees roil

touch the clouds . . . “

and with the last breath of Summer something from winter . . .

“tracings in the snow

fingertips cross flesh

sleep the hot stones warm”

- from On Watching Snow Falling: 2011 - 2014


Rebecca Anne Banks lives in Montreal. She is the author of over 27 books of poetry, a family cookbook, a book of children’s stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters and a primer on marriage discernment all available at Amazon.ca. She is also the CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records (www.tympanilanerecords.com) and The Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca).

Chiyo-Jo was born in Matto, Kaga (now Hakusan city) Japan in the 18th century. Basho encouraged the Haiku tradition in the northern provinces and Chiyo-Jo was known to Kagami Shiko, a student of Basho. In an international cultural exchange with Korea, she presented 21 original artworks based on 21 Haikus.

Maddie Godfrey. Maddie Godfrey is an Australian-bred poet currently living in London. Her writing aims to be a compassionate conversation about cultural issues. At age 20, Maddie has won slams in Perth, London, Cambridge and Oxford. She has also performed at the Sydney Opera House, co-written a stage show, been internationally published, organised fortnightly events and participated in the Women of the World Poetry Slam in New York. More of her work can be found at www.facebook.com/maddiegodfreypoet.

Ishibashi Hideno was born in the early 20th century, Japan. She studied Haiku under famous teachers, Kyoshi Yosano Akiko and later Yokumitsu Reichi. She married Yamamoto Kenkichi and they had a daughter. She died from tuberculosis and trauma from W.W. II. Her one book, Sakura Koku (Cherry Blossoms Deep) won the famous Kawabata Bosha Prize.

ai li lives in London, England. She has been published in the United Kingdom, Japan and the United States. Her haiku and tanka writing is a storybook of journey, a day in the life. She has 18 books of poetry in the "poems for inner rooms" series published on Amazon Station and is the editor and publisher of the online journals, "still" and "dew-on-line".

Orlando Murcia was born in El Salvador during the time of warfare and currently lives in California. “I am a writer who loves to write about Love, Beauty, Intimacy and pretty much anything that hits me out of nowhere. I love writing for artist and anyone who appreciates the art of poetry.” The Girl With the Letter Flower is his second book, his first book of poetry is The Beauty Of All Around.

Uche Ogbuji, born in Calabar, Nigeria, lived in Egypt, England and elsewhere before settling near Boulder, Colorado. A computer engineer and entrepreneur by trade, his poetry chapbook, Ndewo, Colorado (Aldrich Press, 2013) is a Colorado Book Award Winner, and a Westword 2015 Award Winner ("Best Environmental Poetry"). His poems, published worldwide, fuse Igbo culture, European classicism, American Mountain West setting, and Hip-Hop influences. Among other editing projects he runs @ColoradoPoetry on Twitter. A selection of his poems was included in the Best New African Poets 2015 anthology. http://uche.ogbuji.net.

Vanessa Shields. I Am That Woman, Shields' first book of poetry, was published in January 2014 by Black Moss Press. A forthcoming book of poetry, Look At Her, will be published by Black Moss Press in September 2016. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published in various literary magazines. She mentors, guest speaks and teaches creative writing as well as Poetry On Demand, on-the-spot poetry-writing that helps make poetry fun and accessible for all. The creator and host of Mouth Piece Storytelling, Shields' dedication to storytelling and literary arts is second only to her love for her family; her true love Nick, and their kids Jett, Miller, and Oscar (the dog). www.vanessashields.com.

Richanda Turner. I am a graduate of the Minnesota State University-Mankato, with a MFA in creative writing. I have been published in Blue Earth Review, Iconoclast, and my non-fiction has appeared on the Penny Hoarder and Dear Debt websites. I write at rishenda.wordpress.com.