Series of series

[WickedEve]

I have series of series, like Conrad Dimple and October Odyssey. Four years ago I wrote a futuristic series of poems. My heroine is named Petal. The unfinished, erotic series is called NeoPetal. I'd like to share the poems -- for awhile.

I'm sure many of you have series of poems, so feel free to share.

 

[WickedEve]

NeoPetal 1

Petal trades fair glimpses
for eighty percent charged
cell for hybrid chopper.

Fair glimpses are long
leggy spreads
and get-bent thumping treads
with studded fingertips.

Petal wears duster,
high-slit in back,
oilskin,

surplus thong
beneath,
and
only skin.

She slicks the strap aside,
her crack good as any
credit disc.

A scar vines,
ankle up,
thorns tattooed along the way,
rose faded stem--

juice jockey knows
this one is glimpse only.
Petal leaves
without pricking his heart.

Pale dust green-twirls
in the spokes
as she spins evening road
in search of Thaddeus.

 

[WickedEve]

NeoPetal 2

Scapes toxic-morph
into numbing mills, those
dread polymer towers, humming
till they bean-jump the soil,
the silicone walls,

quivering for Thaddeus,
suspended. Pleasure gel oozes
down scales, pulsates:

oh ah mmm
whisper drone.

He is ozone year
splicer,
homo sapien, reptilian,
gene spliced,

neuroblasting new fetish market.

In Dali land, tongue coils
Petal hair, tugs,
moans...

Pleasure gel numbs.

"Thaddeus" thrums from Petal--
Petal not really there.

 

[WickedEve]

NeoPetal 3

Petal clings to pleasure
convex. Concave imprints
bordered by palms, pressed
and clinched. He tumbles

duster into whirr
of far breathing.

No longer fair glimpse,
Petal is touch and scent,
a penetrating movement.

Thaddeus pendulums
while her hips swing
against the keeper's. She beats

her heart, slips
hand out of sight, out
of reach. Keeper crumples

to kiss her feet
red, silent.

Petal is hum, whisper drone,
jumping bean, pulsating
through milling sighs.

Thaddeus is over the sphere,
and she is numb.

 

[WickedEve]

NeoPetal 4

On the block, reptilian
bliss features: tongue
and slither motion.

Ladies and not ladies,
certainly no gentleman,
but rogues,

tune your sensors in
to his vibes.

Sphere throbs along
skin and scales. Thaddeus arches
with each arc of Petal thought.

There are no paddles lifted, numbered
sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one--
only thorns and vine, coiled taste
to the rose and beyond.

Beady gazes, cold love over heat-
percolated flesh, shimmying to her
sound barrier shredding
apex of complex glow.

Thaddeus shatters beneath knee
and hip, buzzing interlocking gears,
hiking bids.

"Sold!"

 

[WickedEve]

NeoPetal 5

Out of sync moon, not easing
light away, Thaddeus is bound
below day night, warm

over rock paths, where whores
and rogues wander, striking
with braided cats. Gone are cringes

and muttered "Petal". He peels,
apple-coiled for sidewinder
and strike down to heaven.

With limbs heavy
ripe, he dreams

clit spirited chopper straddling
dreams.

"Sleep long Thaddeus,"
she hums.

 

[WickedEve]

NeoPetal 6.1 and 6.2

NeoPetal 6.1

In holo-garden,
a petalgraph is donned, dewy
harsh bloom, inverted
temptation for branch

spiraler. He corkscrews,
with forked buds of pronged
taste. Holo-morph freezes,

quivers out. Botanic snow,
eyes surf, retrieving
static paradise--motion only

within Petal wrapper
and nearby duster billow.



NeoPetal 6.2

This David, sinuous,
with sling thong:
stone-shot rogue
hard hit and quivers out
of laser tits--Petal,

pleasure numb, studded
tips in free red.
Thaddeus skews. She screws
chaotic illusion.

Rogues and whores wander
not-there paths, past
there-Petal, braiding her with intentions,

patiently. She sweats and hums
while he dissipates,
one dimension at a time.

 

[Angeline]

Yup. you're still a genious. *Nods.*

I love "Dali land." You made with laugh out loud with that one. You write a lot about reptiles and snake imagery, I notice. Just call me Dr. Freud, lol. I do think I must know you really well by now cause I can read you (the person I know) into (or behind) all that crazy imagery. Like the man working the wizard booth in Wizard of Oz.

Oh. And does neonurotic know about NeoPetal? Just a thought that occurred to me...

 

[WickedEve]

Yup. you're still a genious. *Nods.*

I love "Dali land." You made with laugh out loud with that one. You write a lot about reptiles and snake imagery, I notice. Just call me Dr. Freud, lol. I do think I must know you really well by now cause I can read you (the person I know) into (or behind) all that crazy imagery. Like the man working the wizard booth in Wizard of Oz.

Oh. And does neonurotic know about NeoPetal? Just a thought that occurred to me...

I was reading these poems, and I know pretty much what's going on, but I also know that I probably couldn't finish the series now. I was writing very differently back in '04. They kind of read like I was on drugs.

What is the name of that series you wrote? Amanti?

 

[Angeline]

I was reading these poems, and I know pretty much what's going on, but I also know that I probably couldn't finish the series now. I was writing very differently back in '04. They kind of read like I was on drugs.

What is the name of that series you wrote? Amanti?

Yup. The Amante series as told by Eleanora Day otherwise known as me. Eleanor was Billie Holiday's real first name. See? There's always a connection. LeBroz has posted all the Amante poems in the Archival Review thread.

I have a fairy tale poem series too, and some different jazz series, some sonnets I've grouped. But the Amante series is the only one that's both erotic and one where I created characters.

I've always thought you channel voices really well. Your characters are strange but believable.

 

[WickedEve]

Yup. The Amante series as told by Eleanora Day otherwise known as me. Eleanor was Billie Holiday's real first name. See? There's always a connection. LeBroz has posted all the Amante poems in the Archival Review thread.

I have a fairy tale poem series too, and some different jazz series, some sonnets I've grouped. But the Amante series is the only one that's both erotic and one where I created characters.

I've always thought you channel voices really well. Your characters are strange but believable.

I know why I write Conrad Dimple poems. I love that odd character. But what drove you to keep the Amante series going?
And I need to go find them on that thread.

 

[WickedEve]

I found the first Amante at post 774.


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[Angeline]

I know why I write Conrad Dimple poems. I love that odd character. But what drove you to keep the Amante series going?
And I need to go find them on that thread.

If you click on the link to Eleanora, they're still all there. I published a bunch of them rewritten into three longer poems, on Erosha, but Erosha is no more.

I was driven by needing to write about my erotic life but having to disguise it because of the ongoing divorce extravaganza.

 

[WickedEve]

If you click on the link to Eleanora, they're still all there. I published a bunch of them rewritten into three longer poems, on Erosha, but Erosha is no more.

I was driven by needing to write about my erotic life but having to disguise it because of the ongoing divorce extravaganza.

What happened to Erosha?? I had poems published there a couple of times and I know some other poets here did also. Bummer.

 

[Angeline]

What happened to Erosha?? I had poems published there a couple of times and I know some other poets here did also. Bummer.

I know. Doug had some poems there too. Anna and Denis. They just up and disappeared. Too bad, huh? That was a classy erotic site.

 

[champagne1982]

Ulalations and Undulations

Baby pick up your tongue.
Cymbals clash
Round hips thrash.
And I whisper the night is still young.

The first veil falls
Revealing the skin of my shoulder,
Smooth and white,
Perfect for a kiss.

The second veil falls
Allowing you,
A glimpse of my hair,
As dark as night.

With the third,
We pause and wonder,
At an ankle,
So demurely exposed.

Then the thigh,
As the fourth veil goes.
The shadowed vale of mystery,
I suppose,
Will follow with the fifth veil's slip,
The hints of a seduction,
Alluring.

When the sixth falls to the floor,
you know it's just one pin more,
Securing the seventh.
What lies beneath?
A mystery so appealing.

When the silk is away,
You see me.
My visage was what,
It was concealing,
I stand.

I stand,
Panting and yearning,
Knowing more's to come.
Baby, pick up your tongue.


Adoration and Salivation (or What happens next?)

Baby, allow my tongue,
To draw a path down
Chiseled chest and sculpted,
Abdomen.

My lips tingling against your wiry frame,
As they seek ways to enflame,
Your smoldering,
Fire.

Your strong thighs,
Attract my fingertips,
As I draw nearer your,
Desire.

I sense that your heart skips.
As I fan the coals.
My mouth,
Lips glistening and open.

About to feast.
It seems the least,
You could do.
I wait.

I wait,
The taste of you,
A sampling of sweetness.
Please,
Baby, allow my tongue.


Revelations and Exploitations

Baby, draw down your tongue,
Over glistening mounds
Of pearly flesh
And potent pink
Crests.

You watch them shake,
As your touch
In sweet suspense them make
Shiver and anticipate
The wet wonder of your
Kiss

Exaltant passion
Reaping ripe delights.
A vision of juicy
Succulence as you explore
Lower.

Lower
Nuzzle there
Use the sight of life's gate
To call your need.
Baby, draw down your tongue.

 

[WickedEve]

Ulalations and Undulations

Ah, dance of the seven veils? Hot stuff!

 

[champagne1982]

Ah, dance of the seven veils? Hot stuff!

Yep... I like the first poem best of that group, but it did inspire those other 2. Thanks for the compliment.

 

[WickedEve]

Yep... I like the first poem best of that group, but it did inspire those other 2. Thanks for the compliment.

Oh, I didn't read the other two! lol
I read that one, commented, then got distracted. I'll read the next two as soon as I do coffee and stuff. Hey, the veil poem really is good!

 

[bisexualsmoker]

Wickedeve,this series is impressive to say the least


This is a great little part from NeoPetal 4
:
Ladies and not ladies,
certainly no gentleman,
but rogues,

and this too:

Beady gazes, cold love over heat-
percolated flesh, shimmying to her
sound barrier shredding
apex of complex glow.

And from NeoPetal 5 What great description:

clit spirited chopper straddling
dreams.

It's quite a read to say the least!

 

[bisexualsmoker]

champagne1982 series is amazing too
Ulalations and Undulations and the veils
being removed.Beautifull poem.

Adoration and Salivation (or What happens next?)
is definitly erotic poetry at it's best.

And this from
Revelations and Exploitations :

Exaltant passion
Reaping ripe delights.
A vision of juicy
Succulence as you explore
Lower.
Lower
Nuzzle there
Use the sight of life's gate
To call your need.
Baby, draw down your tongue.

That's so nice.That's real poetry.It's truly poetic.

 

[champagne1982]

champagne1982 series is amazing too
Ulalations and Undulations and the veils
being removed.Beautifull poem.

Adoration and Salivation (or What happens next?)
is definitly erotic poetry at it's best.

And this from
Revelations and Exploitations :

Exaltant passion
Reaping ripe delights.
A vision of juicy
Succulence as you explore
Lower.
Lower
Nuzzle there
Use the sight of life's gate
To call your need.
Baby, draw down your tongue.

That's so nice.That's real poetry.It's truly poetic.

I'm glad you enjoyed the poems. I had to remove those from my lit page since the emails that they gleaned were realllllly creepy (even compared to a couple of my stories, if you can imagine!). But thanks, I'm happy to dish up a bit of eroticism occassionally; it's something the world sometimes seem short of.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I'm really enjoying this thread too. Both sets have been generally stunning, with excellent moments all over the place.

It may take months, but perhaps this could help me get motivated to continue to bash at the whole tarot card series I've been possessed by.

Keep it up, Eve, Champy. It's great stuff.

bj

 

[WickedEve]

It may take months, but perhaps this could help me get motivated to continue to bash at the whole tarot card series I've been possessed by.

Tarot card poems sound totally cool. I've wanted to do a series on superstitions -- if I ever get the time.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Tarot card poems sound totally cool. I've wanted to do a series on superstitions -- if I ever get the time.

I think what started me on this whole thing was thinking about all the stuff I always want to say when I'm doing a reading for someone - all this crazy, high-metaphor, Crowleyan, ceremonial meaning that comes to mind when I lay a card, places I can never really go because the person sitting there just wants to know if They'll Get That Job or That New Guy Is Really The One.

In real life, people get really annoyed when you start talking about the Chymical Wedding and the significance of Caliban as a balance point to Juno in The Tempest.

That's why I love this place. Poets don't mind when you get weird and multiply referential.

bj