The Butty List - use it or lose it

[butters]

here you go, peeps. have fun!

just post your poems up in this thread for everyone to enjoy. i'll respond to each entry and hope others will chime in with their thoughts too.



lamia - female enchantress or demon

tmesis - separation of the parts of a word by another word, e.g. abso-bloody-lutely

reasoned

auric (OR-ik) — of, relating to, derived from, or containing gold

monstrous

cicatrix - (SIK-ah-triks) — a scar left by the formation of new connective tissue over a healing sore or wound

suckled

spiral

desecrate

doryphore (DOR-ee-phor) — one who draws attention to the minor errors made by others, esp. in a pestering manner; a pedantic gadfly

celestial

base

sooty

stumble

mash

modest

improper

insouciant — marked by blithe unconcern; nonchalant

luminous

 

[bflagsst]

Reasoned lamia, monstrous doryphore
your last night's suckling
left me an auric and otherworldly cicatrix
(But I forgive you, desecrating angel.
You're never as base and improper as Succubus
when she stumbles in, half in the bag...)

'Though, I will have to explain my new found celestial scab.

She'll ask gently at first, her Southern insouciant tmesis:
"Husban-dee-dearie-dee, she stop by again?"

(pause)

But with her luminous all-seeing-eye upon me,
she'll continue, far less modestly:
"Might's'well marry her skanky, sooty, Yankee taters 'n' mash!"

It's Sunday, I'll tell her I'm sorry,
she'll serve a spiral sliced ham.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

here you go, peeps. have fun!

just post your poems up in this thread for everyone to enjoy. i'll respond to each entry and hope others will chime in with their thoughts too.



lamia - female enchantress or demon

tmesis - separation of the parts of a word by another word, e.g. abso-bloody-lutely

reasoned

auric (OR-ik) — of, relating to, derived from, or containing gold

monstrous

cicatrix - (SIK-ah-triks) — a scar left by the formation of new connective tissue over a healing sore or wound

suckled

spiral

desecrate

doryphore (DOR-ee-phor) — one who draws attention to the minor errors made by others, esp. in a pestering manner; a pedantic gadfly

celestial

base

sooty

stumble

mash

modest

improper

insouciant — marked by blithe unconcern; nonchalant

luminous

Did you have a dictionary for breakfast?!!

 

[butters]

Reasoned lamia, monstrous doryphore
your last night's suckling
left me an auric and otherworldly cicatrix...

i'll make my comments later, when others have posted their pieces, but damn! this was quick off the mark and fun

 

[butters]

Did you have a dictionary for breakfast?!!

that's a phrase i've had thrown at me all my teenage-adult life


but to answer your question, lol, no. i tend to browse on them for inbetween snacks, though. yummy!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

not saying that I would but can we do more than one?

 

[butters]

as many as take your fancy


if the words inspire you to write, go for it

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My flab has never been more ghasted
as I stumble from the room,
to desecrate is monstrous
and creates a sooty bloom.
It's base and so improper
is the way I reasoned this,
and my head now spins celestial
in a spiral far from bliss.
Call me modest, if it helps you,
with insouciant rebel stare,
but the cicatrix created
makes a blemish hard to bear.
Away you rabid lamia
to your festering auric lair
before I mash you into pieces
with your limpid luminous hair.

 

[butters]

My flab has never been more ghasted
as I stumble from the room...,

and thanks for your entry! bloody hell, you guys are quick off the mark

i'm hoping for a few more entries before we start in on comments, so c'mon peeps, the gauntlet's been tossed ... who's gonna pick it up and start in wiv tha slappin'?

 

[ninianne]

break-up

when you called me lamia
I wasn’t sure what you meant
or whether I’d heard you right

the reasoned argument of a doryphore
(which I also insist I am not)
shows that
I am no monstrous sorceress queen
with a snake’s tail
and the most improper habit of eating my babies
I do not prophesy
or desecrate my own eyes
or devour a celestial being’s luminous heart
I have never even seduced young men
and suckled the blood and life from them in my passion

no, my magics are of a more modest sort
and the changes I’ve made
as I’ve manipulated your base elements to a more auric character
were small
and for our benefit
the necessary pains that you’ve felt as I have reopened
the cicatrix left by the passage of a clumsier woman’s knife-edged words
were meant for your healing
and I bled with you
even when my countenance was hard and insouciant
(you needed my strength
not a pitying sympathy)

once upon a time
you promised to love me forever
and I believed you without question
but the fires die and the answers spiral away into the dark
I am the wounded one now
you don’t trust me
and I stumble in the ashes
sooty and alone
my confidence and power now a mash of doubt and uncertainty
as you leave me with your last tmesis
just go away. I don’t need you any-damn-more.

 

[Remec]

Misadventure

Could not be helped,
falling down that luminous celestial spiral
to sprawl at its sooty base and
cast an improper gaze back along
the auric bannister that my sweaty hands
did desecrate while trying to stop
my inevitable stumble

The insouciant voice of my own personal
doryphore spoke within my mind--a
near-sentient conscience can be so
monstrous, even when making the
most reasoned of comments.

Serves ya right,
scaredy-friggin-cat

I sighed as the throbbing of its
scolding tmesis renewed
the ache in my thoughts--
the mental cicatrix feeling like
it might tear once more.

But who would not be fearful to
find themselves suckled by
a lamia?

 

[butters]

two more wonderful entries! thanks, ninianne and remec

 

[greenmountaineer]

Lap Dance

Impoverished junior college prof,
I should not frequent joints like these
Nor fixate on the cicatrix
Beneath those two monstrosities.

I liked as much her lovely waist
And legs that spiral in the dark
Whose currency is thong and boots.
So why the matter, I suppose,
Her scarring from some surgery
With cantaloupes the size of those?

I reasoned I could look elsewhere
With another riveted stare
At her luminous auric thong
She dances waist and legs around

Improperly, I’d say in fact,
Such that a modest man like me
In this sooty smoke-filled joint
Becomes improper as can be,
Waving some of my little cash
While I suckle my St. Pauli Girl®
They charge a monstrous five bucks for
With pretzels tasting like soured mash,


Although I’d pony up my stash
And gladly desecrate my soul
For celestial risky business
With this lamia writhing now
Like some serpentine Salomé
To whom I slip a dollar bill
Among the others in her thong
That barely hid her labia.

“Why you cheap-fucking-skate,” said she,
“Rate’s a five-fucking-spot or more!”
And when I say “Why, Ms. Tmesis!”
I’m now a “fucking dorophore.”

“Doryphore? What the hell is that?”
I say to her, but soon recall
When the bouncer bounces me out,
And I stumble into the street,
She’s the one who likes to write pulp
I never got to first base with,
Miss Insouciant PhD,
Hidden beneath her frizzy wig,
Who also teaches English Lit
At junior college just like me.

 

[butters]

ha! fab

 

[butters]

anyone else going to play with this?

i think we can now throw the thread open to all comments.

 

[greenmountaineer]

I don't know if anyone had a similar experience, but I tried to write something with a serious theme. Every attempt resulted in dissatisfaction. I think it's because I usually don't use a number of the required words, so any draft I wrote seemed contrived before I came close to finishing it.

When I approached the challenge as an exercise in light verse, I found I could do word play with some of the requirements. Some of the meter and rhyme bump and grind, but, hey, that lamia, "Miss Insouciant Phd," does too.

I actually better remember the outrageous price I paid for a beer when I visited one of those places years ago than I do any of the dancers!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I don't know if anyone had a similar experience, but I tried to write something with a serious theme. Every attempt resulted in dissatisfaction. I think it's because I usually don't use a number of the required words, so any draft I wrote seemed contrived before I came close to finishing it.

When I approached the challenge as an exercise in light verse, I found I could do word play with some of the requirements. Some of the meter and rhyme bump and grind, but, hey, that lamia, "Miss Insouciant Phd," does too.

I actually better remember the outrageous price I paid for a beer when I visited one of those places years ago than I do any of the dancers!

I'll take your word for it having never visited that sort of place before *smirk*

 

[butters]

i am free this weekend -# no IT course, no job screening, no interviews, no volunteer work. phew! been a busy few weeks. so, tomorrow i will stop by and post my replies to all you luvverlies who took a punt on this one

 

[bronzeage]

If I had not been a man born
I would be the forelock
curled across your brow
kissed by your lash,
waiting for you to wake
and be your first sight in the morn.
If I cannot be the man who shares your bed
I would be the hair on your head
to be the tress to caress your cheek
to dance across your shoulders
and share your pillow every night.

 

[butters]

If I had not been a man born
I would be the forelock
curled across your brow
kissed by your lash,
waiting for you to wake
and be your first sight in the morn.
If I cannot be the man who shares your bed
I would be the hair on your head
to be the tress to caress your cheek
to dance across your shoulders
and share your pillow every night.

ah, soft sentiments, bronze, and so sweetly arranged.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

are there any of the words in it? must scroll back and look

 

[butters]

are there any of the words in it? must scroll back and look

not a one

still, a lovely piece.

bronze, was this supposed to be posted in this thread, or did it get lost on the way to another? lol

 

[bronzeage]

not a one

still, a lovely piece.

bronze, was this supposed to be posted in this thread, or did it get lost on the way to another? lol

I couldn't make any sense of the instructions.

 

[butters]

I couldn't make any sense of the instructions.

sorry, B
i should have made it plain in the single thread. my bad. this thread followed the one beneath, where we spoke about the game:

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=729278

 

[butters]

bflagsst's poem


Reasoned lamia, monstrous doryphore
your last night's suckling
left me an auric and otherworldly cicatrix
(But I forgive you, desecrating angel.
You're never as base and improper as Succubus
when she stumbles in, half in the bag...)

'Though, I will have to explain my new found celestial scab.

She'll ask gently at first, her Southern insouciant tmesis:
"Husban-dee-dearie-dee, she stop by again?"

(pause)

But with her luminous all-seeing-eye upon me,
she'll continue, far less modestly:
"Might's'well marry her skanky, sooty, Yankee taters 'n' mash!"

It's Sunday, I'll tell her I'm sorry,
she'll serve a spiral sliced ham.


ok, great use of all the list-words but, more than that, it's your characterisation i'm enjoying here - a decidedly non-celestial menage-a-trois laced with accents, flavour and sauce. oh, immodest man, with your auric cicatrix, lolol. the way to a man's stomach is through his sunday lunch? hehehe


for me, the best thing about this was that you opted not to get all celestial with the imagery and language, but kept it well and truly tied to the human condition. something most of us will be able to appreciate. thanks for the read, bflagsst!