A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

[HarryHill]

In America, I think you call it a third wheel lol not quite the same as being goosed ........ Oohhhhhh who did that?!! I'll have a Green fairy please

straight up
..
Oh Green Fairy
Will you fly for me
As you flew for them

Drink one ten sin
Wings flutter
Breath of air caressed

Questing thoughts
Kissed with fire
Wormwood dreams

Like a genie from a bottle
Granting one wish
Vanishing with the dawn

 

[butters]

In America, I think you call it a third wheel lol not quite the same as being goosed ........ Oohhhhhh who did that?!! I'll have a Green fairy please

who's up for a game of arrows tomorrow night? it'll help us focus on hitting the poetic mark, n'est-ce pas?

 

[HarryHill]

i've never had a layered drink other than irish/russian coffee, really, though i've seen them. it must be quite the art matching flavour combinations and not just making it about the visuals. the drink you're describing works as a great metaphor, and a warning to take care what one drinks.

and loves, butters; truth is, I'm not a big drinker anymore; two snifters and I'm ready for bed.
was not matching flavors only mood/reactions to a bad email.
Annie started the whole layered drink thing with that slippery nipple post. I should have just got out the book and mixed you an orgasm, definitely a layer drink. ^^
..
I'm off to the shore on holiday; would you be so kind to mind after the bar 'till I return. You could be a baretendress. I'm sure business would increase. The bananas are under the trap door where the 500 pound gorilla sleeps. The location to the trap door can be found several chapters back, ttfn.
..
*curtain rises. Annie is alone in the bar sipping from a tall thin glass of some green liquid. She notices a ring of keys on the bar and looks for Harry*

 

[butters]

and loves, butters; truth is, I'm not a big drinker anymore; two snifters and I'm ready for bed.
was not matching flavors only mood/reactions to a bad email.
Annie started the whole layered drink thing with that slippery nipple post. I should have just got out the book and mixed you an orgasm, definitely a layer drink. ^^
..
I'm off to the shore on holiday; would you be so kind to mind after the bar 'till I return. You could be a baretendress. I'm sure business would increase. The bananas are under the trap door where the 500 pound gorilla sleeps. The location to the trap door can be found several chapters back, ttfn.
..
*curtain rises. Annie is alone in the bar sipping from a tall thin glass of some green liquid. She notices a ring of keys on the bar and looks for Harry*

damn, bad e-mails are horrible. still, life's a learning curve we need to lean into or find it slide out from under our arses.

*semi-speechless over the orgasm part*

sure thing, sweetcheeks, though the customers had better get here early for happy hour.... enjoy your holiday, harry, and don't worry about the gorilla - we'll get along just fine. you can send us all holiday postcards, poetry ones!

Annie - git yer gun, we'ma huntin' trouble

 

[HarryHill]

damn, bad e-mails are horrible. still, life's a learning curve we need to lean into or find it slide out from under our arses.

*semi-speechless over the orgasm part*

sure thing, sweetcheeks, though the customers had better get here early for happy hour.... enjoy your holiday, harry, and don't worry about the gorilla - we'll get along just fine. you can send us all holiday postcards, poetry ones!

Annie - git yer gun, we'ma huntin' trouble

..
that was quick. See y'all Saturday late; if Annie post a poem challenge I'll have something to do while Ma'am talks at the cousins.

 

[butters]

..
that was quick. See y'all Saturday late; if Annie post a poem challenge I'll have something to do while Ma'am talks at the cousins.

laters, taters

 

[UnderYourSpell]

who's up for a game of arrows tomorrow night? it'll help us focus on hitting the poetic mark, n'est-ce pas?

Middle for diddle? mmmmm while the cat's away the mice will play eh?

 

[danielblue]

A Poet Walks...

I'm Daniel and I like to write homoerotic material, mostly short stories but occasionally poems as well.

Here is one of my poems in four parts:

Gonna Lust You Up - Part 1

So, you say you're shy, sweet stocky guy
Say you're not used to being fodder for my hungry eyes
Gonna lust you up

You say you've never had anyone knocking on your back door
Say you've got a girl out there, kinda, maybe....
Yeah, I believe you, sweet honey baby
You say you're confused by the way I make you feel
Groove on it dude, it's real
If am your nemesis why do you gaze
Through the tines of my fork with those big blue eyes
You see, I am the one in the maze
Reduced to a quivering wreck by the sight of your thighs
That you so carefully orchestrated
By fussing around in my armchair
Until the flesh you laid bare
Was as much as you dare
Give to me

You say I'm too much
I've always been straight
With you; Gonna lust you up
You giggle and wriggle when I tickle your tum
Aware no doubt of my proximity to your beefy bum
Your protestations fall on deaf ears
I am Cro-Magnon in my quest
Each time you sup
With me, dine with me, wine with me
I'm gonna lust you up

Gonna Lust You Up - Part 2

So you're back, my stocky love
Mumbling and shuffling at my door
You just can't stay away, can you
From the love-lust wanting you source?
No, you've got to have more

Those jeans, did you paint them on?
And why do you turn so often to show me your best side
I catch your eye; I see your pride
Devoured by a hungry guy
We both know your lie
I hesitate but yet touch your silky-haired forearm
You pause, smile and count down the seconds
About three deemed right, you pull away and feign alarm
'Why do ya always gotta touch me?' you cry
You know why, sexy stocky guy
Gonna lust you up

Hours later, you say you should go
Something about a bar, a girl, you know...
I say 'sure, see you around'
You seem shocked; you've lost your power
Teetering unsteadily on unfamiliar ground
So you pull me to my feet, kiss me on my cheek
Walk off into the night
And I know I won't see you for a week
But I'm gonna lust you up

Gonna Lust You Up - Part 3

I saw you out drinking with your buddies
Holding the beer bottle like it was a badge of masculinity
I clocked your long-lashed lingering look
Those sexy blue eyes and those too red lips
Imploring me not to, oh the hook, the hook!
Gonna lust you up

That night you came round, it was late
You told me that you had been on a date
But she wouldn't put out
You accused me of ruining your reputation
With your straight friends, and to make amends
How about a blow and some slow penetration
'You're drunk' I said
'Take me to bed'
Your reply was my sweetest invitation

You kissed like you had missed my love
'You sure about this?' I whispered
'No, not at all; but please...'
You stripped, all crazy and quick
Almost tripped over your own feet
But sadly the candle had too short a wick
At my first touch you grunted and spewed
Alas, you had triumphed, ever the tease
You keep me holding on but
One fine day I will get my way
I'm gonna lust you up
I'm gonna fill that butt
And how!



Gonna Lust You Up - Part 4

How the years have flown, sweet stocky dude
You and I are enmeshed, we can't leave well alone
She despises me, your bit on the side
I envy her, having you all to herself, except
When you've planned, plotted and lied
And snuck away to be by my side
Sweet stocky dude I don't need
To lust you up
Anymore

Month will go by; I will be happy inside
Letting go of you, forgetting you, forgetting
That killer smile and those ruby red lips
Your sweet fat tits and your puffy nips
Those thighs - I can't lie - they are my downfall
And out in the rear the magnet that keeps me
Ever enthralled. Oh the sounds that gurgle from your throat
As you're taking it. That was somewhere you said
You would never go and yet you are the best
That I have ever had; and for an uptight
Almost virginal straight boy that aint half bad
Anyway, I will be doing just fine without you
Purging memories from the furthest corners
Of my mind, and then I come home one day
And what do I find?

You, on my doorstep all a mumbling and shuffling
And punching a hole through my defenses
'She took the kids to see her Mom'
You think is explanation enough
Stocky dude I need to get tough
I don't need to lust you up
Anymore

You say you're stressed
That you need a beef injection
Oh sweet stocky dude! What you do to me!
Soon I am lost in your warm embrace
How I love your soft sighs, yet hate
That you are my lifelong infection
Sweet stocky dude
You have fucked me up...

 

[butters]

well there's karaoke - and there's karaoke. didn't know we had live entertainment but, since we do, what ya drinking, danielblue?


and a p.s

like how you turned this tail about-face

 

[HarryHill]

Last night I had a dream
of buttered beams of moonlight,
marbled 'cross my bed they bled,
a coverlet of light and shadow;
sweet sleep slipping like a smile,
too soon the sun came bright.

 

[butters]

Last night I had a dream
of buttered beams of moonlight,
marbled 'cross my bed they bled,
a coverlet of light and shadow;
sweet sleep slipping like a smile,
too soon the sun came bright.

buttered beams of moonlight
now there's a phrase!

the rest is delightful - a sweet sorrow with the use of 'bled' and 'slipping like a smile'


good to see you back, 'tender. surfeit and replete, blessed and caught up . . . and rested i hope

 

[butters]

*dips finger in glass and traces a poem on the bar....*

 

[HarryHill]

*dips finger in glass and traces a poem on the bar....*

*lowers face close to bar, struggles to read faint marks*
..
Drunken Discourse

It was her words that did me in,
left me reeling,
a mental stagger, hand clutching at a bar
long found mark of inconstancy
raised and lowered by whim,
now gone so high as to require tiptoes;
struggling to hold in inebriated wonder,
potent buttered words, proof
X's a hundred,
and I wonder,
if i were able to lift eyes from bar,
meet hers telling all that truth
hidden deep inside,
would i still be able to stand,
or would i fly?

 

[butters]

*butters strolls in for a lazy afternoon's refreshment, gazes at harry earnestly studying the grain patterns in the woodwork . . . *

you know, 'tender, sometimes a man just needs a pair of boots

*smiles and leaves the bar, taking a bottle with her*

 

[HarryHill]

*butters strolls in for a lazy afternoon's refreshment, gazes at harry earnestly studying the grain patterns in the woodwork . . . *

you know, 'tender, sometimes a man just needs a pair of boots

*smiles and leaves the bar, taking a bottle with her*

Threadbare socks n wing-ed boots
to walk above the rocky path leading where?
an aimless trek through the shushing leaves
forbidding please and thank you
'tender heart and feet are grateful nevertheless.
if words are mud then why are your hands so clean
is it because soil will not stick to a diamond?

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Ride a cock-horse to Literotica bar
to see our chipbutty shine like a star
she shall write Harry where ever she hies
leaving boots on the bar so that Harry flies.

​

 

[butters]

Threadbare socks n wing-ed boots
to walk above the rocky path leading where?
an aimless trek through the shushing leaves
forbidding please and thank you
'tender heart and feet are grateful nevertheless.
if words are mud then why are your hands so clean
is it because soil will not stick to a diamond?

it's all about the journey
so they say
take time to enjoy the wonders
pick the pebbles from your boots
wipe the grit from your smile
leaves know wonders if only you'll listen

as for these hands
they're not washed in ritual cleansing
imperfect, they try to stack words into bridges
across the ravine
build stairways
to stars



i'm more your average bit of chalk, or feldspar. yeah, maybe more feldspar

 

[HarryHill]

it's all about the journey
so they say
take time to enjoy the wonders
pick the pebbles from your boots
wipe the grit from your smile
leaves know wonders if only you'll listen

as for these hands
they're not washed in ritual cleansing
imperfect, they try to stack words into bridges
across the ravine
build stairways
to stars



i'm more your average bit of chalk, or feldspar. yeah, maybe more feldspar

..
majicked by stones of butter craft
..
surveyed, stacked, laid across the abyss
spanning a void below so as to slip from one bank to another
across an electronic sea where we are not continents
merely islands in an ocean of static waiting for discovery
idk *shrugs* I need a metaphor or five more; don't you think?

 

[butters]

..
majicked by stones of butter craft
..
surveyed, stacked, laid across the abyss
spanning a void below so as to slip from one bank to another
across an electronic sea where we are not continents
merely islands in an ocean of static waiting for discovery
idk *shrugs* I need a metaphor or five more; don't you think?

whaddya know?

♥ Creativity ♥ Astral travel ♥ Self awareness ♥ Self love

Feldspar is the name of a family of silicates which include Amazonite, Labradorite, Moonstone and Sunstone.

Zodiac - Aquarius

Feldspar helps us to find unconventional and exciting ways to reach our goals. It supports us in issues relating to self-awareness and self-love. Feldspar assists in finding misplaced items. It is a stone of creativity and is good for Astral travel.

Feldspar aids in the treatment of skin and muscular structure disorders.

am i the only one joining the dots here about 'self-love' and coming up with something lit-worthy?

unconventional and exciting ways . . . *blinks*

astral travel - hmmn, the ether is pretty much diaphanous enough for mind-to-mind intercontinental journeying

metaphors, metaphors; everything's a metaphor and too many make a soup a bowl of piece-meal indigestion.

i'm a january bird, and garnet's just about my favourite stone
http://www.charmsoflight.com/garnet-healing-properties.html

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Still stuck with the thought of butter beans ...........

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

.....not stuck too the butter beans I trust, that could be nasty.

 

[HarryHill]

I liked that poem, tess, was fun. Laughed at yours a few floors up. a Chipbutty, riding a cock horse; a la Godiva instantly came to mind.
*took a drink*
annie, how are you? ive forgotten my assignment. Cocktail?
..2:14
and you
who waits for the sudden winds of poetry
to strip the leaves from your limbs,
leave you bare,
waiting for the birds to return.
..
metaphorotica, whata think of a
silly man tossing rhymes for a time;
like a plebeian angler fishes for gold
trout rising from sun buttered shoals
to glance at the end of his line.

am i the only one joining the dots here about 'self-love' and coming up with something lit-worthy?
care to share your thoughts?

unconventional and exciting ways . . . *blinks*

astral travel - hmmn, the ether is pretty much diaphanous enough for mind-to-mind intercontinental journeying
I really don't do a lot of astral travel; there's meat.

metaphors, metaphors; everything's a metaphor and too many make a soup a bowl of piece-meal indigestion.

i'm a january bird, and garnet's just about my favourite stone
http://www.charmsoflight.com/garnet-...roperties.html

stones: 2:50

 

[butters]

I liked that poem, tess, was fun. Laughed at yours a few floors up. a Chipbutty, riding a cock horse; a la Godiva instantly came to mind.
*took a drink*
annie, how are you? ive forgotten my assignment. Cocktail?
..2:14
and you
who waits for the sudden winds of poetry
to strip the leaves from your limbs,
leave you bare,
waiting for the birds to return.
..
metaphorotica, whata think of a
silly man tossing rhymes for a time;
like a plebeian angler fishes for gold
trout rising from sun buttered shoals
to glance at the end of his line.


stones: 2:50

godiva, hmmm? temperate weather, one hopes

the sudden winds of poetry - *sighs at the loveliness in those lines*

the wise angler baits his line with sky-blue words
that shimmer
gold, silver
in the song of river and reed

a rainbow of scales catch-light
as a sinuous flex creates ripples

 

[butters]

care to share your thoughts?

on self-love?
i think you'd better pour me a drink, 'tender

I really don't do a lot of astral travel; there's meat.

aye, and there's the rub





yeah yeah, i went there. so sue me

 

[Remec]

on self-love?
i think you'd better pour me a drink, 'tender


aye, and there's the rub
yeah yeah, i went there. so sue me

Sue you? I'd much rather give you a nice rub-down...garlic-tinged honey barbecue work for you?