sub/dom poems are all crap poems because bdsm is just a fetish and blah blah blah

And I didn't get your email. I probably thought it was spam and deleted it. But feel free to message me here.
 
Most everything I write is crap but occasionally I surprise myself. To write decent poetry I have to write everyday. Most of my writing in the last two years has been panty-wetting fluff on the blog where I have developed a decent following. My silly idea is to one day turn it into a commercial venture when and if I get about 400 dedicated followers.

I think anyone who writes even the most godawful poem is a poet. Maybe a really bad poet but a poet none the less. That's why I don't critique anyone unless they ask for it.

I just don't like seeing bdsm attacked. We're a little cliquish as Eve would tell you on our forum. Most are when you think about it. But if you stick around long enough you'll find we are really decent accepting people who (rarely) fight about anything. They put up with me and that says a lot.

I'm not about labeling who and what is poetry, just interested in new good and bad poetry. I'm interested in neat words and phrases that I've never heard before, old ideas expressed in new ways. It's only ten minutes of my day to read all the new poems, and some of the bad poetry is good for a laugh, but the slave silliness is always the same poem and it appears every day. I've stopped reading Cal Y. Pygia because he/she has submitted the same five poems about what it's like expressing oneself as a transexual. I really liked the first couple dozens I read by her/him, but it's a bit much writing poetry that is only transexual poetry, as opposed to writing poetry that is only human poetry.

"Seeking only to give pleasure" was the reason I commented, it's unimaginative, even for a poem about a fetish where one player only seeks to give pleasure. It's like if I'm writing a poem about a vampiric lifestyle and I stick in: "Let me taste your neck, so I can too grant you eternal life" There's actually a poem from today or yesterday with a line just like that in it. Fetishistic sexuality interests me, I like hearing about new ways people obtain pleasure. But what's the point of describing a fetish in poetry? The key words for bdsm poetry: slave, toy, master, submission, domination etc. it's like if you don't use them, as many if not all of them, then it's not bdsm. The words are fetishistic, just writing Master and Pet/Slave is a turn on for the participant in said community. The poem isn't bdsm if you can't write those words, and poems that can't express old ideas in new ways are stale.

Anyway, I'm not attacking the bdsm fetish or its participants, just to be clear. I could care less what other people do. However, I still hold the opinion that bdsm makes for crap poetry. Which, just to be crystal clear, doesn't mean that participating in sadist practices can't spur on great poetry. But the poetry will be about something other than descriptions of the fetish.
 
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If you are going to be that critical, I think you should open your own stuff up for public comments. Nuff said.

Also, I wondered if you went to my name, clicked on the first poem in my profile, and scrolled down just to make some comment defending your right to write what you wanna and outline your expertise in bdsm? Because people actually do that here, they don't bother reading at least a couple of the poems of the person they're going to react to.

Eve was the one who invited me here with a thread(she may have started) about my poems. That's the sort of thing that's common in every poetry messageboard, the board ends up having very little to do with reading and writing new poetry. It's just friendship and social networking, which is nice, but has very little do with artistic expression.

Speaking of networking, I'd like to thank Annie for recommending me and Stephen to the admit2 magazine, they accepted a joint work of ours. Without the social networking aspect of this board I'd have about half a dozen less poems published. I'm gonna stick to making comments in the new poems page, still waiting for new ones from Darkmaas and SennaJawa.
 
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I've had some that were pretty well received. I've only submitted a handful in the last 5 years or so. I started in 2000 you know.

Poetry to me it like exercise. Lifting weights or running. If you quit you have to "in shape" to write anything decent.

Thanks for taking the time to read all the new poems. I don't think I could do that. Play around with the poetry spinner sometime and you'll see there is a lot of bad poetry about any topic you can think of. Not just bdsm. I really would like to see about 50% of what is submitted rejected.

I think I'll get away from bdsm poetry. And erotic. Just do nice stuff for a change.
 
"randy nights
plugged and clamped
tied high, standing like an X
Triangle: Leg-Bar-Leg
pussy at the cosine
on brink of streaking thighs
knowing the leather
brings what no cock ever could
a free fall into blissful oblivion
timeless rapture of soaring soul
till a deep voice whispers
your name you barely remember"

This is the only one I'd comment on if I saw them all in a row on the new poems page. 'Cosine' isn't an immediately accessable image. I'd actually go from "randy nights" right to "on brink of streaking thighs" The description in between is too technical, mechanical. And I wonder why you didn't end the "brings what no cock..." line with 'could ever' instead of "ever could"? Probably add an 'a' in the "timeless rapture" line, I'd either alter the third to last, or second to last line because the last two lines are the best part of the poem, and as read they don't flow as well from the "timeless rapture" line.
 
I've read some of your stuff. Technically you write good poetry, but I don't find it erotic or interesting. And your story was, well, pretty gay. Now I write often from the female perspective but not AS a fucking woman.

You do sing well.

I'll be around tomorrow. Peace out.
 
<snip>And your story was, well, pretty gay. Now I write often from the female perspective but not AS a fucking woman. <snip>
You might want to try writing from the feminine perspective as a woman. Seriously, doing so forces you to find a new voice to write in, a totally different language and truly, challenges you do abandon your comfortable box.

Just sayin'. I'm not defending anyone or attacking your opinion of the exercise; instead, I'm suggesting a new exercise you can try to use to expand your repertoire.
 
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post-script: Darkmaas is still a rubbish poet, SennaJawa is still a rubbish old man.

Well Senna you old rubbish heap, who wouldda thunk it? We seem to be sharing our own private troll. We are blessed.


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Speaking of networking, I'd like to thank Annie for recommending me and Stephen to the admit2 magazine, they accepted a joint work of ours.


Congrats! I like that site~ maybe we should do another partner poem challenge so I can get a poetry date. Sigh. I remember the last one we did and the fuckity fuck-fuck motherfuckers who did not ask me to dance and how I moped about it LOL! I like to think that I have risen above such pouting, but surely if we did another one I would have my stupid bottom lip quivering in no time.

tmi
 
Well Senna you old rubbish heap, who wouldda thunk it? We seem to be sharing our own private troll. We are blessed.


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oh now troll is such a loaded term! Not everyone who does not "like" you is a troll.

Or maybe they are. I still don't really get what a troll is. Besides those fuzzy headed dolls from the 80's
 
um...
well...
Well, there just has to be! Where's Champy?


I love your BDSM poems, Eve. Yours are consistently good. But I have to side-up with Tzara on the good unicorn poems. I haven't read any...yet.

That might be a good challenge when Survivor people are done with all that surviving.
 
oh now troll is such a loaded term! Not everyone who does not "like" you is a troll.

Or maybe they are. I still don't really get what a troll is. Besides those fuzzy headed dolls from the 80's

I stand corrected. Allow me to rephrase ...

Well Senna you old rubbish heap, who wouldda thunk it? We seem to be sharing our own fuzzy headed doll from the 80's. We are twice blessed.


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You might want to try writing from the feminine perspective as a woman. Seriously, doing so forces you to find a new voice to write in, a totally different language and truly, challenges you do abandon your comfortable box.

Just sayin'. I'm not defending anyone or attacking your opinion of the exercise; instead, I'm suggesting a new exercise you can try to use to expand your repertoire.

I could do it. But third person stories are what most people want unless you are directly writing to someone you know. I do a lot of short first person stuff on the blog. Very vague so lots of women can relate.
 
Copulation between man and woman is an act of natural domination, there is the one who penetrates and the one whom is penetrated.

zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

please go read some Judith Butler or something before you make pronouncements on what sex is to the rest of us. You turn a pretty phrase, but you think your essentialist preference blankets the world.

I can read a million and one things about the blessed union of pee pee and slit. It's kind of neat, but holy fuck, this is why GLBT is the only erotica that doesn't put me to sleep.
 
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I've read some of your stuff. Technically you write good poetry, but I don't find it erotic or interesting. And your story was, well, pretty gay. Now I write often from the female perspective but not AS a fucking woman.

You do sing well.

I'll be around tomorrow. Peace out.

Your interest is, more or less, one where you dress up in leather and step on/spit on the heads of females. I obviously share no interests with you, so it's not so bad that you don't find my writing erotic or interesting. Actually, I might be turned off if people found degradation within, and compared my work to that of someone who gets off describing rapes.

As for the story, this is a poetry messageboard. I'm sure I could find you being "gay" all over your silly bdsm stories. Of course, you've no interest in the POV of a female, as bdsm is a solipsistic male archetypical fetish, so it's not surprising that you can't fathom why a man would want to understand the thoughts of a female. I've never written a quality story in my life, however, I am one to spot a homophobic remark when I see one.

Annie, I'll be your dance partner all over the poetry world.

Darkmaas, you're a clown with a bow on your head -- at least Senna knows how to write a poem, even if he hasn't this century.
 
zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

please go read some Judith Butler or something before you make pronouncements on what sex is to the rest of us. You turn a pretty phrase, but you think your essentialist preference blankets the world.

I can read a million and one things about the blessed union of pee pee and slit. It's kind of neat, but holy fuck, this is why GLBT is the only erotica that doesn't put me to sleep.

I'm a wet blanket. I've never heard from you before? Why wait in the wings for someone to whisper Foucault or Carol Gilligan?
 
I'm a wet blanket. I've never heard from you before? Why wait in the wings for someone to whisper Foucault or Carol Gilligan?

I'm not a wallflower of any kind, just more heavily on the sex notes half of lit than the literary. And a wicked eve and Tzara fan.
 
I'm not a wallflower of any kind, just more heavily on the sex notes half of lit than the literary. And a wicked eve and Tzara fan.

Well, since folks are gonna come out of the woodwork, I'll post one of my newer poems. I'm a wickedeve and tzara fan too, I was just heartbroken that she has already forgotten me.

Why Craftsmen Outlive Rulers
by bflagsst©


I'm only people pleasing, -lamented Pharaoh,
I'm only as contemporary as the kohl
we run beneath our eyes, or the places
on the obelisk I've ordered my name etched.
-Alas, my name won't remain as immutable
as those defamed and defaced structures
I've come to scratch my name...


If you're bored of me already, check out foehn, he wrote a lot of sentimental poems that I really enjoy. I'm interested in any poem that sounds nice and/or expresses a genuine human emotion. Only back on the board a day and I'm exhausted, I should be selling government debt, not defending a one line review of a mediocre poem.
 
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Your interest is, more or less, one where you dress up in leather and step on/spit on the heads of females. I obviously share no interests with you, so it's not so bad that you don't find my writing erotic or interesting. Actually, I might be turned off if people found degradation within, and compared my work to that of someone who gets off describing rapes.

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I haven't spit on anyone since I spit on my brother's girlfriend's mother when I was about six. I've never dressed in leather other than a jacket and have no interest in stepping on anyone. I don't have a problem pissing on someone. Urine is pretty sterile.

I do like a female tongue up my ass but I'm courteous enough to shower first. Just remember when you insult me you are insulting WickedEve who by now I'm sure has lost all respect for your narrow minded ass.
 
But only men could possibly possibly like forcefully insisting on a tongue up their ass or dragging ANYone by the hair. I'm just a pure little girl who needs cock in her pussy and to make babies, a peaceable kind.
 
I haven't spit on anyone since I spit on my brother's girlfriend's mother when I was about six. I've never dressed in leather other than a jacket and have no interest in stepping on anyone. I don't have a problem pissing on someone. Urine is pretty sterile.

I do like a female tongue up my ass but I'm courteous enough to shower first. Just remember when you insult me you are insulting WickedEve who by now I'm sure has lost all respect for your narrow minded ass.

Little buddy, in your poems you/the narrator talks about going after and raping someone. That's more to the point then me not hitting the nail on the head for what you wear or the specifics of your actual fantasy existence. Eve has already said she doesn't know who I am, so either she is you and you are her, or you speak for the entire bdsm universe. Obviously I must be insulting the entire bdsm community by insulting a form of poetry, rubbish heap poetry. This is insulting: I don't think there is such a thing as bdsm community and/or culture. Now, if I said that in my review you might respond how you have. Either way, it's your day, isn't it?

Really, I thought the two of us were done once I read your poems and reviewed one of them, told you what I liked about it, how you might improve it. I thought this would be the one conversation that ended peaceably after an argument, like a nice western husband and wife relationship -- guess not.

Netzach, Shandrach, Messach. haha. Just now I figured out that Nettie and Dommy are probably the same real life individual! I'm f-ing brilliant with a capital B, go Bayside!
 
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I figured out that Nettie and Dommy are probably the same real life individual! I'm f-ing brilliant with a capital B, go Bayside!

Now that's funny!

Ooo, poet fight. *Rubs hands together with glee.* It's gonna be a good day.

WD - we put up with you? Really?
 
I've got a long list of poems and another name I write under. If I did anything about rape it may have been once and was rape (play) which is a whole different thing than rape. You are reaching for straws bringing that up.

And no I'm not her. I'm just a redneck planting tomatoes before I can go shoot my potato cannon with my brother. It's really funny as hell to watch a potato go 250 yards with a hang time of 15 seconds before it splashes in the lake.
 
And no I'm not her. I'm just a redneck planting tomatoes before I can go shoot my potato cannon with my brother. It's really funny as hell to watch a potato go 250 yards with a hang time of 15 seconds before it splashes in the lake.

So jealous.
 
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