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Elda's teeth did sink
into nipples rubber pink
her mood deflated
 
haiku back at you

WickedEve said:
Elda's teeth did sink
into nipples rubber pink
her mood deflated
poor fred exploded
his bits landed on my tits
you showed up with glue
 
Oh boy, I can't believe I'm going to do this... please don't laugh! Remember I only had English has a foreign language for 5 years in school...



Poems, yes, but of fire,
devouring. Round
as fists before the danger.
Sure boats caught in the storm.
Cruel. Pure. Destilled
from the cruelty of birth,
sleep,
death.

Poems, yes, but rebels.
Full as if with water and,
like water,
opened to the geometry
of all bodies. Whole,
dispite the clay
and the tender
of their star shaped profile.

Poems, yes, but of blood.
Let those poems exude
from shadow. Release their pus
in the public square.
Loud, vibrant like
an earthquake
an exorcism
or the death of a child.
 
Re: haiku back at you

Elda Furry said:

poor fred exploded
his bits landed on my tits
you showed up with glue
I brought the Elmer's
felt sorry that rubber was
the best you could do
 
Lauren.Hynde said:
Oh boy, I can't believe I'm going to do this... please don't laugh! Remember I only had English has a foreign language for 5 years in school...



Poems, yes, but of fire,
devouring. Round
as fists before the danger.
Sure boats caught in the storm.
Cruel. Pure. Destilled
from the cruelty of birth,
sleep,
death.

Poems, yes, but rebels.
Full as if with water and,
like water,
opened to the geometry
of all bodies. Whole,
dispite the clay
and the tender
of their star shaped profile.

Poems, yes, but of blood.
Let those poems exude
from shadow. Release their pus
in the public square.
Loud, vibrant like
an earthquake
an exorcism
or the death of a child.
I like it except for "pus."
 
Now, now!

Now, now, gals, you two be nice and kiss and make up-- or is that lap each other's pussies and make up? I'm not sure which . . . Anyway, something like that.
 
damn Lauren...

Lauren.Hynde said:
Oh boy, I can't believe I'm going to do this... please don't laugh! Remember I only had English has a foreign language for 5 years in school...



Poems, yes, but of fire,
devouring. Round
as fists before the danger.
Sure boats caught in the storm.
Cruel. Pure. Destilled
from the cruelty of birth,
sleep,
death.

Poems, yes, but rebels.
Full as if with water and,
like water,
opened to the geometry
of all bodies. Whole,
dispite the clay
and the tender
of their star shaped profile.

Poems, yes, but of blood.
Let those poems exude
from shadow. Release their pus
in the public square.
Loud, vibrant like
an earthquake
an exorcism
or the death of a child.

that was truly intense.....and exactly how I feel about my poetry...it's raw, it's rich, it's wild....it's real! Incredible!
 
Re: Now, now!

REDWAVE said:
Now, now, gals, you two be nice and kiss and make up-- or is that lap each other's pussies and make up? I'm not sure which . . . Anyway, something like that.
does it really matter? kissing, pussy lapping, it all says the same thing, "I forgive you... and I'm horny."
 
Lauren the poem is fantastic. I just don't like pus. And I hate drool in a poem. And regurgitate. And polyester!
 
Eve's Most Hated Poem

I regurgitate
my drool
onto her polyester,
after licking the pus
from her nose!
 
Re: Eve's Most Hated Poem

REDWAVE said:
I regurgitate
my drool
onto her polyester,
after licking the pus
from her nose!
uh... I'm queasy feeling... I think I'm gonna... uhhhh...

Hey! I dare you to submit that!!!
 
WickedEve said:

I like it except for "pus."

no need to make a fuss
sp expected this from us:
no edits allowed, being fast a plus
i felt somewhat like a gloomy gus
and thus... the pus
 
Lauren.Hynde said:


no need to make a fuss
sp expected this from us:
no edits allowed, being fast a plus
i felt somewhat like a gloomy gus
and thus... the pus
sorry you felt morose
but the pus is gross

:D
 
Rhymes bustin' out all over

I love it, Lauren-- very amusing.

Eve, I just put something in your box!
:p
 
Yeah..but

the pus, the drool..etc...is what makes it real...

if it were all flowers and sunny skies and happiness...all the time...that is just utopia...the world through rose-colored glasses.

Poetry of course reflects what a person thinks about...she thinks about life...Life includes alot of unpleasant things, it's not pleasant all the time! :)
 
Re: Rhymes bustin' out all over

REDWAVE said:
I love it, Lauren-- very amusing.

Eve, I just put something in your box!
:p
Was that you? It was dark and I wasn't sure... Oh that box! Silly me... tee hee
 
Re: Yeah..but

Suzi said:
the pus, the drool..etc...is what makes it real...

if it were all flowers and sunny skies and happiness...all the time...that is just utopia...the world through rose-colored glasses.

Poetry of course reflects what a person thinks about...she thinks about life...Life includes alot of unpleasant things, it's not pleasant all the time! :)
Shut up, suzi, or I'm flicking pus on you! lol
 
reminder

I often enter threads at the end and so miss the point, purpose or challenge. Then I reply with posts that are far from on the point.
This tread is for posting a poem live into the Literotica Forum reply window.
No cut and paste, no returning to edit.
Once it's there, it is there.
good luck,
pray for peace

some say it depends on the context.
I say in the context of LH and her multilinguisticasticity,
pus is just fine
 
Is there an echo in this thread, SP?

you're kinda repetative. lol.

And lauren much as I adore you, pus--no matter how multiwhatever it is--is just gross. And come to think of it, multi pus is mega gross (sorry for the valley girl-type speak--I spend too much time around adolescents).

And Elda, I have nothing against breathlessness. Whatsoever. haha.

First they stole Ted,
who has yet to be seen
and now poor Fred is
in how many pieces?
119?

It's a cold cruel world
bebe! We can all be
so mean. Christ, did
you see the way I
just vented my spleen?

If my name were Ed,
I'd be far from serene
be better off dead like
uh what's his face?

james dean.


(and since there's no editing allowed--I can't say this crappy poem was brought to you by angeline)

:p
 
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The Full Box of the Wicked

"Oh Wick wake up! Look at my luck!"
't was Red who thus comes rushing in.
bearing his manhood in a box unseen
"I've grown so much that we got stuck"
 
Re: Re: Yeah..but

WickedEve said:

Shut up, suzi, or I'm flicking pus on you! lol
[/QUOTE/]

*ducks under her computer table*

naaaah naaaaaaah you missed me! :p
 
Re: Re: Re: Yeah..but

Suzi said:
WickedEve said:

Shut up, suzi, or I'm flicking pus on you! lol
[/QUOTE/]

*ducks under her computer table*

naaaah naaaaaaah you missed me! :p
Then what's that yellow stuff oozing down your arm? ewww... It must be from Redwave!
 
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