New Poetry Recommendations

[Equinoxe]

There are twelve new poems this Saturday, including some by three new poets: aaaawshoot, milliean, and night_light.

Nothing today immediately struck my fancy and nothing was quite to my taste—today's review will hence be rather short—but there are several poems that I nevertheless found interesting and which might suit others.

There are two poems by hmmnmm, Factory delivery exchanged and modesties belied, by mirrors. I must admit that I always find his poems difficult; they are always well written, but so different my taste.

Summit by bronyaur67 is a short image of a poem, almost too straightforward for me. It leaves me wanting another perspective or a second element.

A characteristically oddly phrased and imaged poem by ElmerGlew, slit may perhaps be to your liking.

And there is Woodstock by foehn2—it does not quite appeal to me in subject, but it is nevertheless an interesting thought underneath.

 

[Liar]

Sunday oct 19

Had to skedaddle yeasterday night, so I had no time to finish the reviews, but here they are.

Not all that many poems, just nine, but quite many readable ones.



kitten by softeribbons is seriously cute. I really dig the opening lines.

hmmnmm goes on a winebar date. Sounds hot.

Taylor_Rae has four poems for us. When Day Is Done is the best, an eloquent musing on a sunset. Also check out Autumn In McGregor.

PrinceThelo gives us Rude Awakenings 1: Breakfast Time. Watch your toaster. Or your toast may well be.

My top pick today is clean by softeribbons. Poignant, smartly written, and straightforward without being tacky. Well done.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Monday, October 20th

There are 5 new poems that just posted. There are two poems that caught my eye.

Musk and Tusk by hmmnmm is an erotic poem. The erotic description is not graphic, yet it's not so subtle that you have to guess what he's trying to say. I really like the tone. The tight use of words in this poem is refreshing.

The other poem that I enjoyed is No, Not Once by assumepresume. It's an erotic description of a lesbian encounter. I enjoyed how this poem seemed to play with contrasts. It's a tale of sex without kisses with phrases such as "sympathy pleasures." In some places, the poem is a little wordy. It could be trimmed to reveal the exceptional poem it wants to be.

As always, my opinions should never deter you from reading all of today's new poems. Afterall, there are only 5 today. Some are just a bit too much like prose with line breaks for my tastes. Please, read and comment.

 

[Angeline]

10/21/08

As of now there's only four new poems up. None of them really floated my boat, but you may disagree and can recommend one or more here. And if you're looking for poems to read, you can check out the Halloween poetry contest and vote for your favorite!

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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This morning I found the fact that it was snowing more fascinating than today's offerings of ten New Poems. Now that the snow's all melted {hey, it's still early in the season}, I went back and found nothing to warm my soul on this chill day. Go ahead and check them out. Don't let my chill mood hold you back. You may even find a line that stands out in all of today's average fare.

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[WickedEve]

Not This Time by lindiana
I like it and maybe part of the reason is because the "he" in the poem reminds me of someone.
lindiana could probably take out a few of her ing verbs but other than that it's good. By the way, it's an audio poem -- though I haven't listened to it yet.

 

[WickedEve]

One more I just have to mention for Wednesday: What's that Smell? by Sadean.
It's erotic and I'd rather not see a title like What's that Smell attached to a piece of erotica. Oh, and there's mention of fish, like Salmon, Grouper, or Trout. But it's really a good poem!

Check out these few lines:
My belle dame sans merci
- Oops that last bit wasn’t written by me.
Forgive me, Keats, she’s all yours.

You may also want to read The Dubs by Sadean

 

[WickedEve]

Thursday

It's Thursday and I've been reading and commenting on poetry, like I do most days. I actually like making comments. I'm sure some of the people submitting poems hate it. But give me a cup of coffee and a vulnerable poem sitting all alone on my screen, and I become a caffeinated God!

Okay.

For Thursday, give hmmnmm's poem a read: Tutor and Pupil
Good poem. I'm having a difficult time deciding what needs to be edited, if anything. Seems like it needs a little tweaking.


I Made a Funny by foehn2 is fairly cute. Seems more like an anecdote than a poem, though.


Accident by Iamcanadian28 is a rather good description of a sudden and tragic moment. It's subtle enough to work pretty well.


In The Moonlight by bronyaur67 has nice lines, like:
And here on the bank,
Fresh earth soaked with sweat,
Bodies all tangled,
Whirring, like mosquitoes caught
In a net.


And there are a couple more that are fairly good. So check out the new poems and give these poets some feedback!

 

[WickedEve]

It seems a few more poems appeared after I did the Thursday review.

Another one by hmmnmm and a new poem from bluerains. So give them a read!

 

[hmmnmm]

Awrighty

It's late here in this rocky mountain valley town, and I was about to get some shuteye before tomorrow's Big Day.

Oh but what a wonderful day this one's been. I'll hand off a little nugget of inspiration to whoever may need it: I know so well how easy it is to get in a rut and wonder if you're making connections or getting across or if you'll ever manage your artistic and poetic feet well enough to crawl out of the quagmire you sometimes feel you're in.

But it can happen. Getting out of it that is. Patience. Pecking. I feel like the last week I've turned a couple corners and there's these little glades full of all kinds of flora and fauna, and there's little need to worry about going elsewhere because there's so much to feast on here. This was not the case a mere week ago. So you just gotta keep at it. Always something new waiting for you when you least expect it. Which is always the best kind.

The only drawback to these recent blooms has been the tendency to sacrifice blessed time away from this here computer screen, lovely as it is, but you know... it's gorgeous out there in the real world too.

So anyway, before turning in, thought I'd just do a quick check. And lo! Two already.

And what more appropriate poetic encounter could a debut Literotica Friday Poetry Reviewer find, than a poem entitled, Hot White Cum? There is no more appropriate poem on a day like this. Meant to be.

Now, I'll guess a faction out there will turn their nose up at something like Hot White Cum, but lemme tell ya somethin': if poetry is a means of expression, of speaking, and if some feel that it is important for a poem to use clear language, some call it concreteness, then... Hot White Cum speaks. I mean, if you're a guy and somebody took the time to compose something like this about you, and you don't jump on It... man, you're crazy. And even if you're partnered, like me, and somebody wrote something like this for you, about you, then hey boy, next time she nags you about taking out the trash or picking your socks, you got ammo: "uh, honey, you know what this chick will let me do with her?" Of course, we probably don't want to tempt that too far because who knows how much ammo She's packing already. Just waiting.

And on top of that, nkallan been bad and needs a spanking, in Pink Cat


Well, we'll call this a premature review. Got nervous. Sorry.

See if the Great Poetry Pumpkin leaves us more goodies for the tomorrow, the official Literotica Friday Poetry Review.

Stay tuned.

 

[hmmnmm]

Official today. It was mentioned more than once by more than one set of lips via typing fingers the honor and the challenge it would be to fill Champagne's shoes or boots. I felt that way, still feel that way, and said so, if not to others, then definitely to myself. Of course we know that's a metaphor. Because she didn't really leave her shoes in the Reviewer office. The seat. Different story. Different metaphor. It's a comfortable and inspirational place to be indeed.

Just gettin goin this postcard-perfect rocky mountain morn. Checked for new poetic arrivals (I like Eve's notion about them being little vulnerable beings all alone and ready for picking and enjoying roughly or gently), but the status is as it was prior to my retirement last night.

But... you know, no big hurry. Got all day. An all-day capital P-Popsicle.

Heck, if I had some decent standby music (or even some bad standby music) I'd sure share that with y'all.

Check back, oh... afternoonish Eastern Standard Time.

 

[hmmnmm]

Shhhhh... new poems. Look at 'em... just looking around wondering where they are. The formed and formless. Love wanting to pour from linguistic breasts. Hmmm.

Be back shortly.

 

[hmmnmm]

Starting at the bottom this week. Next week, start at the top. If I haven't been ousted the week after that, start in the middle.

And again. What better way to kick off a new day than with a little Pain courtesy of bleuangele
Now, one could say this is another cliched typical whipping poem, and I suppose if you're into that lifestyle, which a lot of people seem to be, typecast whipping or paddling or pain poems of the erotic sort... well I don't know. You're either into them and forgiving or you're hoping for something fresh.

I felt the first two lines successfully set a mood. Darkness, chilliness, eerieness. the nakedness breeding embarrassment works nicely. Then another line about fear and rebellion. A more demanding poem reviewer might go grab a leather utensil and coerce an extra effort to show the fear and rebellion... but I do also know what it's like see questionable areas calling for edit after the piece posts, they become clearer then. Happens to me all the time: yeah, looks good.It posts: Oops.

The last line ain't bad. Some of the middle stuff, the cracking... dunno.

Of course, if this is dedication to a loving dom who is happy then... never mind.

Okay, next.

noonish, October 24:
a handful of dedication poems. One with a slut lovingly accosted in a garden. Another, Alter of Desire, catchy title. Titles are tough sometimes. I'm terrible with titles. You know, some of this stuff, you know it's on the personal side, so you don't wanna gawk too much. X Rated Love, another title that titillated, piqued, drew. But another diary. Nothing wrong with diaries.

BUT!
I've seen this name Shwenn and probably haven't given it enough attention. But stuff like this, Humanity in Kilonewtons connects with this reviewer. At first I thought I didn't get it, but then I did. Emotion and imagery and cool words, like insouciant. Great word, insouciant.

 

[hmmnmm]

Ah, Guava looks interesting. It comes from lobomao Let's check it out. Oh it's erotic alright. First stanza alone. Juices bursting... no, sorry, make that exploding... and an eager mouth. Okay, gettin' the picture. Hm, invitation, dress comes off, curves and peaks and cotton... oops, looks like a typo (beckons), but in this case it's a most minor quibble. Let's see... ha! Hey! Been there, done that. Sucks huh?
Recommended.

but skip.69 saves the day and gives us a laugh with My Dream Girl. Recommended.

Okay, let's post this thus far and looks like a couple more little poems... I'll let them think they'll maybe escape.

Hang on.

 

[hmmnmm]

SxygrlAZ
Gives somebody plenty to daydream about with imagine and she ain't talking about world peace, nothing wrong with world peace probably. You know, I think those who want to hold hands around the earth should go ahead and some of us will go look for... well, read it.
Recommended.


And finally, at the top, the near lookalike spittin' image of my second grade secret crush, Wicked Eve
tells us about belief and disbelief and prophets and people thinking/believing, really thinking/believing they're prophets and can't believe anyone can see they are not. The mind, man. The human mind. It's an incredible wonderful frightening... something.
Warpingly Recommended.

Okay, is that it?

Post this, go see.

OOPS! The Eve poem: Bo Deacon

Sorry about that.

 

[Liar]

Today's reviews are gonna look puny after hmm's six post epos, burt here we go...

<checks poems>

Heh. Made my job easy. Only one poem I'd like to recommend, but it's a mighty fine one.

pointless has been posting poems on and off here since way back in -02, but very sparsely, this being the second one this year. But worth waiting for, I think. Outside In is a hard hitting piece that is both meandering and focused at the same time, in a refreshingly captivating way.

He might just take a club to it,
But what exactly would that prove
Besides the obvious,
The unclouded and the rough, unvarnished
Image of bashed in skulls

Can't help but dig it.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Monday, October 27th

There are 7 new poems today.

Untitled Work #1 by fr33ks33k starts out strong with a pleasing rhythm. However, this erotic poem falls apart in the end.

The structure of Smoking by Enygma55 is unfortunate. It has a powerful message, but it's all but lost in awkward line breaks. Throughout the poem, phrases are split with new, fractured ones introduced in the same line. The message of mortality and perceived lack of influence on life make the poem worth the read, though I would encourage a revision.

WickedEve gives us a multifaceted vision in Cruel Avenue. It's a natural slice of life that is both simple and profound.

Take a few minutes to read today's new poems and comment on them.

 

[Shwenn]

I liked clunker

Very William Carlos Williams.

 

[WickedEve]

Tuesday

We need a Tuesday Reviewer.

Needs work on line breaks but worth a read: Measurements by miss_trust
There was a time when
Measuring didn’t matter
Now I look back and find
I must account
For every piece of time
Pinch of memory
Scoop of blankness
In my past

Words by miss_trust

 

[WickedEve]

Tuesday

We need a Tuesday Reviewer.

Needs work on line breaks but worth a read: Measurements by miss_trust
There was a time when
Measuring didn’t matter
Now I look back and find
I must account
For every piece of time
Pinch of memory
Scoop of blankness
In my past

Words by miss_trust
This one needs work but it does have a few good lines going for it:
There is a world of constant alteration
Like a dress hemmed for five generations
Of brides


And there are a couple new poems by me and lindiana and a few other poems and that's about it for today.

 

[WickedEve]

We need a Tuesday Reviewer.

We now have a Tuesday Poetry Review Human. I won't say who. Just keep your eye (or eyes) open. All will be revealed on Tuesday.

Okay, one more emoticon. Hey, it's halloween time!

 

[LeBroz]

Wednesday's Review

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It's Wednesday again and it's freezing outside — and now for six months of winter. On a lighter note, out of today's thirteen New Poems, there are a few goodies of note.


WickedEve offers up a must read in The Igors that is perfect Halloween fare. You'll want to read it several times to really appreciate the fun she must have had in writing this. There's gaudy gaunts, mangled metaphor, poetic perversions, and arterial alliteration, and that's just a quickie sample to whet your appetite for all the creativity in this fun form. This is the sort of easy read that makes the study of poetry such fun.


rachlou offers up a bit of post coital regret in Lust and Regret. I'm sure everyone's had at least one of those whatever was I thinking moments.


Mephisopheles gives us another poem on an often written of topic — Writer's Block. It's a light fun read; seems a good antidote to this chill gray day.


miss_trust has several postings today, but her best is where she explores some fun in the sun in Off the map. Nicely descriptive. I hope the Sierra Club approves of disturbing the natural environment with such activities.


Finally, illustr8rrr takes a humorous look at some creative ways of ending it all in Chicken Tartar. Despite its morbid topic, it managed to bring some light into this chill and gloomy day.


That's it for today. Check out the others; there may be something there you'll like. Just make sure you at least leave a comment for the poet, if only to say thanks. It's the least you can do for all this free poetry.

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[WickedEve]

10 new poems and some are Halloween poems.

champagne2008 gives us her Halloween offering of Ghosts Remembered

a shortcut to those houses
with expensive shell outs

ghost in, ghost out

Very nice Halloween poem. It's not corny. Not even candycorn corny. Give it a read.


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Haunted by miss_trust
Love the repetition.

call in the host of servicemen
calling a ghost of Nilly Whens
call in the host of servicemen
calling a ghost of Nilly Whens


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Naughty Red Riding Hood
by DevilOrAngel

Another Halloween read for you!


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I think that's it for the Halloween poems. There are some other poems posted today and I'll get to those next -- as soon as I read them.

 

[hmmnmm]

Poems must've got scared off.

Or I got up too early. You know you can't really tell how they'll behave. The books and mags tell you the time to catch poems is the morning. The first cracks. Cracks of dawn that is. That's the time they make their way to the watering hole. So I got set up here in the poem stand just a few minutes ago. Nothing's come along.

Couple Peterbilts barreling on the highway out there, and an early freight train on a track. People with places to go. That's always a good sign. I used to like to ramble a lot. Did some hitchhiking. Got to go a few places when I was in the Air Force, long time ago....yeah yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking. Just like when in Real Life I tell people I was in the Air Force and they get this painful expression on their faces, like trying to absorb a new concept that jumped out of the shadows too early in the morning; you can tell they're trying to fit the two pieces, me + military in the same equation and they finally have to ask, you were in the air force? Well, we weren't a good match, I knew it was a big mistake the first day. But you know, you sign the contract and you belong to them. You can't just say, "hey I think we made a mistake here. Can we just back up a few months and instead of me walking into the recruiters office I'm sitting at home in the basement puffin a fatty?" Nah, can't do that.

Well... how'd we get on that? Actually we could play with some correlations and connections to poetry and overall literary expressions, but this is not the time.

Time for a coffee refill and then check for new poems. Besides the dog's whining to go out. He's fourteen and in pretty good shape for fourteen, but signs of senility seem to pop out, which gets a little nerve-racking but it ain't his fault, because he's fourteen.

Heck. Got all day anyway. Eh?

 

[hmmnmm]

Last week we began at the bottom, or really the toes. This week we begin at the other end, which would be the forehead. Or ears. yeah, ears. Earlobes. Appetizers. Nibbles. mrsdegr8 offers a fitting start with I'm A Woman. Sort of a, ohhh, a personal statement sort of piece. The impression it gives this reviewer is that of, like a soul singer putting on a show. It's about the latter third of her set. She's been wailing her heart out and she's got kickass groovy band backing her. And she's into this kind of slow ballad, but not really ballad. Bluesy. Soulful bluesy ballad. Heavy on the horns. Backup singers. Lot of dynamics that slowly undulate up and down rather than sudden changes. Then there's a place where the band goes real quiet and the backup singers are doing those soft 'ooohs' and now the singer starts talking. This is me, honey. So on and so on... Then she winds it up, it's packed with emotion, and the band charges back in, those sexy horns, and she belts out the chorus... something like that.

All's well so far. Except the powers who post poetry would have to put a Wicked Eve work near the top on the very Friday that the reading begins at the top. Because Bruise Theory is a doozy. If on first and then second read I can get away with blending literal and symbolic/metaphorical interpretations, that would be wonderful. However, this little insane scene doesn't allow the reader off that easy. Is the dentist a real dentist? Surely the dentist's name is not Dr. Zomb. Or is there a real Dr. Zomb and the 'dentist' is symbolic of something else? A monster the poet was forced to be with? Or is it a real visit to the dentist and the gas they feed her creates these visions of cold slabs and evil assistants. No. Eve has made sure that we will not get off so easily.... and she must be laughing at this moment.

Have to take a break. I see a few by a supposedly 'new' poet, miss trust. Right. I think she's just been jiving us. Teasing. Her first poem appears right about the neckline. A plunging neckline for sure.

Let's see what the little missy has to give us.

Later.