Challenge: Outdoor Games

Same rules apply as with the previous challenges.

greenmountaineer said:

Same rules apply as with the previous challenges.

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Mrtenant said:

Write a poem of any style, 10-25 lines about

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greenmountainer said:

an outdoor game. It shouldn't be a solitary activity like orienteering. It should suggest something between two people like, oh I don't know, strip poker under a shade tree in the forest during a hot spell, or something like that.

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Mrtenant said:

Post as often as you like. Today is Tuesday, the challenge will last until Sunday midnight, your local time. Last one in, starts the next challenge

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.. Continuity folks, although today is Monday

okay, a sorta starter piece. this is a hard theme!



chess for the blind

imagine i have no eyes, she smiles
as rain's percussion on tarp
fills their low-lit world
but the chessboard's mostly dry
and hesitant curls of smoke rise
pale from an impromptu fire

you know the board, the pieces,
he replies,
know the very best moves--
here, close your eyes,
i'll take your hands--
show you my opening gambit

There's something quintessentially English
about cricket, the smack of leather on willow,
played during the long languorous days of Summer.
I learned to play in a cow field from a cricket mad uncle
who had no compunction about sticking to the rules,
No amount of tears from the tinies would sway him.
Howzat?! You're OUT and that was that until the next time.

Many years later lying in the long grass, beyond
the boundaries, as you ran a finger across my nipple,
I started to learn there were more games beyond cricket.

The Long and Narrow Road


Not in the corner of my eye,
but in some corner of my mind
I remember the swagger in Katherine's hips,
full bust, long legs and flat stomach.

Under the canopied shuffleboard court,
"Your turn, my Dear" comes out of my mouth
as I nimble her ear who giggles
that Snuggles is regular again

while Katherine slides her disc
towards some far away number
as we amble hand in hand
down the long and narrow road.

Autumn Breeze

The wind in our hair
An open course before us
Not a soul in sight
It's just her and I

Flipping the disc
Down a long fairway
Ringing the chains
A whoop and laughter

Far and away
On the twelfth green
A nearby picnic table
Waits under the trees

Her legs in my hands
Spread wide and smooth
The cool wind caresses
Raises bumps on our skin

On a fine Autumn day
Her moans and cries
Drift away in the breeze
Our passions aflame

Those delighted kisses
Laughter that echoes
Across the open fields
Of the love we share

And the years go by
I can still see her there
Under the trees and sky
Her laughter on the breeze

Meta games

we play this back and forth exchange
flipping cards
a pause for effect
the Sun beating down
sinking low in the background
we use the bonnet as a table
cold cider
begs to parch my thirst

eyes gleam as you draw
mirrors in this moment
a reflection of my own eyes
betraying a hunger to play beyond this round

I remeber a loss to aces

my smirk a self leveling reminder
as you wrap your victory around
the girth of my pride
because you're a gracious winner

we compete to see
how many taboos can be broken
your hand shown
you fold

the wind plays 52 pickup with the deck
cards scatter into the sunset
we make up new rules
because poker is now passe

Disqualified not enough lines

Campground Games

Life was just a game back then,
run to the mountains, party,
hide and seek in a porta-john,
we both won, as well as,
the citizens listening.

Wind in my hair,
I race through the woods
frantically searching
mind racing
..."twelve... thirteen..."
tipping up the row boat
I slide underneath
panting...
"twenty!"
ready or not here I come!"

leaves scratch my back
in the small dark space
heart pounding
ears strain
his boots crunch closer
and stop

holding my breath
and then the boat tips up
.....caught!
squealing you grab my wrist
slipping under the boat
for stolen kisses
and naughty gropes in the dark

the best part of hide and seek.

Kindergarten Recess


It's not tag, you're it;
it's the squeal of bumping into
each other,
the volume of laughter rising
as though the schoolyard was a boom box.

It's "I misted you" to Cindy
who was sick all month
and can only sit in the sandbox to watch
until Dr. Everson says it's ok
her mother says to Miss Davis
with sad eyes the size of mustard seeds
fallen among brambles and stone

while Kyle, no stranger to trouble,
who always says to Miss Davis
"T'want doin' nothin'
sits in the sandbox with Cindy
to see whose feet can be buried the faster
all the way up to the ankles
and lets Cindy win happily ever after.
.

Washers and Fireflies

The air is breathtaking
A furnace of Summer heat
Washes over us all
At the neighbor's backyard bash

Nearing the swinging gate
"They're all out back"
She smiles with pleasure
As more company arrives

A lawn of fresh mown grass
Smoke drifts profusely from the grill
Smells like burgers and dogs
My voice joins in the chatter

He hands me cool metal rings
The other hand, a cold bottle of brew
"Your turn" he says with a grin
Pointing to the open box

Arcing the washer with a flip
Over and over it turns
Clattering straight into the cup
With a grin and a whooop!

Groans and laughter abound
Stories swapped and tall tales told
As the evening cools
And the crickets sing their song

Fireflies and child voices
And the party reaches into the night
In that backyard barbecue
Making warmth throughout the year

Haha, you missed me

Running in lock step
mark breaks right
evading his would be tackler
I engage mine, pulling my arms free I pass
to mark
and take my opponent to the ground with me
removing him from play

I look up after my bones stop vibrating
and yell
“Yes, go, go, go”

Mark looks back with the Cheshire grin
puts on a final burst of speed and dives like Superman
planting the ball on the too hard ground
screaming in triumph
forgetting physics, forgetting the fact that cylinders roll...

Catching all his finger on the rolling ball of death
Mark’s hand then arm fold up underneath
as if being run through a watch’s cogs
the loud crunch at the end
his scream turned
from triumph to agony

I couldn’t help but laugh
and to this day
he still thinks it was a fair trade

Games Children Play

.......

Nevermind.

The integrity of the work is lost
It was not about sex.
It was a memory of molestation. Not pedophilia.

However
It was mine to tell.

I did not believe i relayed it in a way that broke lit guidelines
as there was nothing explicit in the original verse.
It was an illusion which could be interpreted in a number of different ways.

For my failure to not interpret the guidelines the way UnderYourSpell does I apologize.

This challenge rattled it loose as such things are wont to do.

My apologies to the forum, to greenmountaineer and UnderYourSpell.

I just ask that my work be returned to me for my own use and my own records.

Thank you.

Cascadiabound

I'm sorry you feel that way I can only draw your attention to this rule.
You may not post sexually explicit pictures or stories featuring anyone under 18 years old.

cascadiabound said:

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Nevermind.

The integrity of the work is lost
It was not about sex.
It was a memory of molestation. Not pedophilia.

However
It was mine to tell.

I did not believe i relayed it in a way that broke lit guidelines
as there was nothing explicit in the original verse.
It was an illusion which could be interpreted in a number of different ways.

For my failure to not interpret the guidelines the way UnderMy Spell does i apologize.

This challenge rattled it loose as such things are wont to do.

My apologies to the forum, to greenmountaineer and UnderYourSpell.

I just ask that my work be returned to me for my own use and my own records.

Thank you.

Cascadiabound

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I read it right after you posted and found it a very painful read, thank you for that brief view into your past experience and my sorrow that the telling caused you additional heartache. Harry.

cascadiabound said:

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Nevermind.

The integrity of the work is lost
It was not about sex.
It was a memory of molestation. Not pedophilia.

However
It was mine to tell.

I did not believe i relayed it in a way that broke lit guidelines
as there was nothing explicit in the original verse.
It was an illusion which could be interpreted in a number of different ways.

For my failure to not interpret the guidelines the way UnderMy Spell does i apologize.

This challenge rattled it loose as such things are wont to do.

My apologies to the forum, to greenmountaineer and UnderYourSpell.

I just ask that my work be returned to me for my own use and my own records.

Thank you.

Cascadiabound

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I didnt see your post as anything violating Lit rules, but then I'm no moderator. If I was, you'd know it first before your posts were altered. It was clear to me what your poem referred to. I offer my deepest sympathies. That can't have been easy to post up. I do hope you have a copy for yourself or can recover it somehow. These things can be deeply personal.

My best wishes, as always

MrT

cascadiabound said:

.......

Nevermind.

The integrity of the work is lost
It was not about sex.
It was a memory of molestation. Not pedophilia.

However
It was mine to tell.

I did not believe i relayed it in a way that broke lit guidelines
as there was nothing explicit in the original verse.
It was an illusion which could be interpreted in a number of different ways.

For my failure to not interpret the guidelines the way UnderMy Spell does i apologize.

This challenge rattled it loose as such things are wont to do.

My apologies to the forum, to greenmountaineer and UnderYourSpell.

I just ask that my work be returned to me for my own use and my own records.

Thank you.

Cascadiabound

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Mrtenant said:

I didnt see your post as anything violating Lit rules, but then I'm no moderator. If I was, you'd know it first before your posts were altered. It was clear to me what your poem referred to. I offer my deepest sympathies. That can't have been easy to post up. I do hope you have a copy for yourself or can recover it somehow. These things can be deeply personal.

My best wishes, as always

MrT

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Anything about underage sex/molestation is forbidden in the rules because it can get the whole of Lit shut down, not just this forum. I did give Cascadiabound the chance to change/remove it but as she wasn't going to immediately I couldn't take the risk and leave it up.

The rules and the practices of Lit moderation are arbitrary and no one pretends it is any different. The problem faced by owners, admins, and mods is a simple one. There is no way to measure or delineate where memories and personal histories cross the line. The only practical measure to not allow any mention of underage activities.

This is a problem on all forums, but it's especially a problem for commercial forums where the legal expenses of fighting a criminal charge would be quite expensive.

To be very blunt, pedos use social forums to identify and contact one another. This usually starts as a thread by a low post count member who tells of their traumatic childhood experience and wants to talk to others in the same situation, and learn how they handled it. This leads to trading pms and probably photos. Invariably, someone gets arrested and every single website in their computer history is carefully examined. If any of those photos were uploaded to the forum server, there is hell to pay.

It's just not worth the risk and anyone who values their experience on Literotica, should understand that.

bronzeage said:

The rules and the practices of Lit moderation are arbitrary and no one pretends it is any different. The problem faced by owners, admins, and mods is a simple one. There is no way to measure or delineate where memories and personal histories cross the line. The only practical measure to not allow any mention of underage activities.

This is a problem on all forums, but it's especially a problem for commercial forums where the legal expenses of fighting a criminal charge would be quite expensive.

To be very blunt, pedos use social forums to identify and contact one another. This usually starts as a thread by a low post count member who tells of their traumatic childhood experience and wants to talk to others in the same situation, and learn how they handled it. This leads to trading pms and probably photos. Invariably, someone gets arrested and every single website in their computer history is carefully examined. If any of those photos were uploaded to the forum server, there is hell to pay.

It's just not worth the risk and anyone who values their experience on Literotica, should understand that.

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Understood and apologies offered.
1) i recd UYS PM very very late at night, she did not ID herself as a mod and I had not realized she was one. Clearly my fault. I believed we were in conversation, her PM did not read as you must do x. In addition, i think she misunderstood my response as a refusal, when it was not.
2) because of the holiday and RL pressures, I was unable to think clearly to respond to her request immediately, though i did respond to her PM as soon as I recd it in the only 5 minutes I was on Lit in that 10 hour period.
3) because it was very late at night, I simply planned to sleep on it and figure out how to address the post in the morning in the light of day. Either modify it as UYS had suggested, or completely remove the post. I care about Lit, I recognize the concerns and I do my best to police behavior here too. I do not think you will find that I have been in the habit of posting violations of any kind or being unresponsive to Mods. I recognize you have a hard job, a thankless job and I appreciate you do it on behalf of the Lit community.
4) all that being said, I am still distressed that my work was removed, it feels without warning, and that it is not recoverable. Again, I recognize this is my own fault for not keeping a copy, which I am typically in the habit of doing, but I wrote this particular piece in an open text box and had not yet preserved it.
5) I have no interest in and will NOT under any circumstance discuss my history with anyone not already known to me so pedos can fuck off.
6) again, I believed my post was in bounds. Clearly it was not and I will not contest the judgment of the mods.

Cascadiabound

No I did not say you must do it, I asked nicely, as I have done before. I do realise you are fairly new here and I assumed (wrongly as it appears) that you knew I was a Mod, (it is clearly stated who the Mods are at the top of the forum) but I'm used to everyone knowing because the large majority knew me before I was made one. I would always ask politely, I'm not one for telling you you must unless you're the oft times resident troll.
When you said you didn't think you could change it and would probably remove it but not that night, I thought now what do I do when I've asked nicely, but I didn't want it left up? I went and asked Angeline (who got off her sick bed to answer me) and she agreed it must come down.

I am neither new on this board, nor new to Lit.
I expected a higher level of courtesy.
I am done discussing this. I am very sorry Angeline was disturbed from her sick bed.
I simply was requesting my work back and it seems I have absolutely no recourse to that.

Again. I offer my apologies

shame this panned out the way it did, for all involved and for the thread's mood.

so what now? who posts the new theme?

butters said:

shame this panned out the way it did, for all involved and for the thread's mood.

so what now? who posts the new theme?

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I dunno but I had a poem regarding a kickboxing event I cornered I was going to post but felt it an inadequate response following the preceding events, moderationmoderation's a tricky business

todski28 said:

I dunno but I had a poem regarding a kickboxing event I cornered I was going to post but felt it an inadequate response following the preceding events, moderationmoderation's a tricky business

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I say post your poem. Challenge isn't over until Sunday, right?
Y'all dust yourselves off and write poems and make good for the OP.

I have apologized all the ways I know how.

Sand pits and horseshoes
Old men standing around
Hands on hips
Talking low and slow
A side long glance
Rippling laughter
of an inside joke
a reference from prom
Forty eight years ago
....but they all remember that night.

The horseshoe flies
kerchunk catching around the post
Ahhhhhh! Good throw!
Every Sunday now
They gather for beer, horseshoes
and quiet company.

One throw at a time.
No assumptions
Where close still counts
And familiarity
has not bred contempt.



under no circumstances will I host the next challenge