12 Days of Christmas Challenge - POEMS ONLY

[wildsweetone]

okay, this is My Erotic Tale's idea, i'm just setting it up - so blame him for the hassles.

the challenge:

write twelve poems between now and Christmas day
(that's one poem every two days).




the trick:

use the theme 'Christmas'
and
keep to your personal christmas sub-theme
throughout the poetry



to help, Christmas sub-themes could be based upon:
the 12 days of Christmas, on snow, or on sunshine for southern hemisphereites who are into summertime, on santa, decorations, elves, pigeons, people, peonies... aw heck, Christmassy stuff okay?

​

first poem due tomorrow 2nd december - so GET WRITING!
and Good Luck!




MODS: CAN YOU PLEASE ADD 'POEMS ONLY' INTO THE THREAD TITLE - THANKS

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Day One of .... the Twelve Dames of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave 'it' to me
a part-y bitch on a pair of knees


She and I were nose to nose,
underneath the mistle toe
excited as a Turtle on a Hard Hat
rubbing against me like a feline cat

well,
you know where that led to...

sure as snow is white
I was eating American Pie
The radio played X-mas songs
so I poked her with my jingle bell dong!

she said she had a present for me
she introduced me to her cousin Bonnie
I said "Hi" and she was between my thighs
a party-bitch on a pair of kness


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(I may edit tomorrow <grin> but I begin with this idea) <train of thought>
Thanks Wild for another great challenge.

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

1. Paper Chains

He sat at the bay window, stared
out over the snow-brushed garden
across the street to the lake beyond
where a diamond sailed. With remote

in the hand, father behind, toddler
fingers pushed the yacht control
forward. He watched,
nose pressed against glass,

as Cosby’s White Christmas played
on the orphanage stereo and children
decorated the tinsel tree
with paper chains made
from magazines
and glue of flour and water.

A parked white truck
was emptied of bright-coloured
presents that seemed to bounce

their way into the house, bury
themselves under the branches
of the tree, trapped

until Christmas morn.
He slept deep that Eve,
did not feel the bed dip
when a full, red stocking was laid
at his feet as he dreamed

of his parents, last Christmas
and home.

 

[Guest]

The scent of over-hot
bodies sweating in winter
coats and boots meant
for street and snow
mingles with samples
sprayed to the tune of
twenty bucks a tiny bottle
and chipmunks singing tinny
"Jingle Bells" over and over
again someone's card's
maxed out like all of us
at Chrisrmas time
Sorry no sale.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Day Two of .... the Twelve Dames of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave 'it' to me
a part-y bitch on a pair of knees

On the Second day of Christmas
My True love gave to me
Two fertile loves
and a party bitch on a pair of knees

On the Second day of Christmas
My True love gave to me
Two fertile loves
and a party bitch on a pair of knees

Bonnie swayed back and forth
rocking on her knees of course
slurping my candy cane to cum
when in came the twins with the Rum

The twins each had two sets of twins
so we always joked that they were fertile as the wind
they anxiously joined right on in
"Let the Christmas Orgy begin."

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subject to edit or add <grin>

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

2. Bells

The systematic hiss
of the oxygen machine
is background music
to Christmas carols

floating down the hall. Nurse
foot-falls squeak
on the polished floor
and patients seek a smile

from friend and foe
as crisp white uniforms
step between each row of beds
dish out medicine
while jingle bells
twinkle on ample chests.

Children, stiff
limbs in the air, laugh
as Santa’s stuffed reindeer
follows meekly behind

and delivers presents
to all mankind.

 

[Guest]

Unopened gift.

I know it's his birthday
today he used to complain
as a kid it is too close to
Christmas he wanted
a summer celebration
but it was always cold
always wet and never sun
always as chilly as he became
closed and wrapped in himself
like an unopened gift.

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

3. Fairy Light Fire

He pedalled slower
than a walk, his bicycle
front wheel turning this way
and that as he kept balance
downhill to the shop.
His long hair did not blow
across his octogenarian face, nor
his beard as he kept pace with the Labrador
that strolled the path alongside him.
He waited patiently as the dog stopped
to admire fairy light fire that brightened
a window, listened
to Christmas carollers
as they sung on doorsteps
gifting joy to the elderly
and he bought mince pies
and crackers
that would echo their bang!
around the bush where he lived,
unleashing treasures
that none would share.

 

[Guest]

Carol Ships.

Down below in the dark
music floats and the light ships
arrive one by one strung out
on the black water that reflects
their hopeful memories
children run for better
sight-lines and parents smile
knowing they're safe
you and I are safe
again too and I lean
in to tomorrow in this
knowledge.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

On the 'third' day of Christmas
My true love gave 'it' to me
Three French G-strings
two fertile loves
a part-y bitch on a pair of knees

On the third day of christmas
my true love gave to me
three french maid whores
in nothing but g-strings...

I was feeling two fertile loves
with my soft red santa gloves
while the party bitch
still on her kneess
ravished me

In through the front door
came in three french maid whores
and when they saw us playing
they smiled from ear to ear
and joined in grining

each had a different color g-string
each took them off and gave them a fling
and fell into me lapping
kissing, licking
and sucking

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

4. Candy Cane

Hands that clap
only fingertips touch
in time to the Christmas
band as it parades past.
Eyes that cross
almost unfocused, watch
red and green bubbles
released to the sky,
a smile, a muscle-less grimace
a stiff wave and grunted
“thank you” as
stumbling hands
grasp a pink and white
candy cane, thrust
from a clown
to a child
in a wheeled chair.

 

[Guest]

The first card

"Punctuality is important"
She always said
when we were young
and we rolled our eyes
sniggering behind
her broad and comforting back
but now she's gone
and her card
always the first to arrive
is missing from the mantle.

 

[Man Ray]

The crash and clink of breaking milk bottles?

Will that be the memory of my Christmas past?
Not shiny Christmas wrapping paper crackling?
Or drunken Christmas carol singers singing?
Nor Christmas bicycle riding children laughing?

But the sound of a Father lost at Christmas?
A Father falling in agony in Christmas week?
The shouts and screams of a Christmas lost?

A family too numb to celebrate a Christmas morn?
Sobs and tears replacing inane Christmas babble?

A child still wandering aloud each Christmas..."Why?"

 

[My Erotic Tale]

On the Fouth day of christmas
my true love gave to me
four call-in girls
three french grins
two fertile loves
and a party bitch on a pair of knees

The Christmas orgy was in full swing
thanks to the gifts filled with lots of loving
when the door bell rang
and orgasim sang
in walked four call in girls that appeared to be wild things

Like an ocean wave
they came and laid
and joined our pleasureable lay
I heard one say, "this is the bestest day."

I just had to add, "and this is only day four."
a mound of naked flesh on the floor
like a county fair
I rode every ride there

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

5. Christmas Wreath

An empty house stands
in pine shadows,
needles shed
to beard the ground,
blocks night’s light
so darkness chaffs
the garden as empty
eyes stare back
either side
of a wreath nailed
to the door
and grey eaves shield
the frayed decoration
while a night owl hoots
from the gutter above.


(still working on this one)

 

[Guest]

We'd try to stay awake
my sister and I
giggling under the quilts
but sleep crept in
inevitably closing our wide eyes
before we could fight
then the delicious crackle
weight and length across
my six-year-old feet
Perhaps Christmas day
was still dark but I'd reach
to examine the stocking
thrill at the shapes it held
force myself back to sleep
to dream of the day ahead.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

On the 'Fifth' day of christmas
my true love gave it to me
five Penis Rings
four call-in girls
three french grins
two fertile loves
and a party bitch on a pair of knees

UPS came and I mean the deliver folk not us
we were knee deep wallering in lust
when a knock came at the door
answering it was the lil french whore

Another gift come on the fifth Christmas day
well you can guess the UPS man stayed
I opened the gift from my true love
endulged in this orgy as if I was the sexual hub

Inside this gift wrapped box
was five penis rings from my true love
I was willing to try almost any thing, already pointing
so I told the fertile loves to start tossing

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

6. Homemade Ornaments

Night falls and shadows
close as his mind contorts to pressure

without pleasure. Memories
flee and bones remain. Why?

runs through his mind, over and over
like a water wheel lifting nourishment
only to balance as images flash,
to tip, pouring away joy
leaving a slurry of slices
that no scavenger
can chew. Hour after hour,

night after night, he sits, tiered
questions stream
from red eyes until hollows
remain. A branch

leans against the corner, remnants
of his daughters’ love scaled down

to two pieces of card
and wool. Ornaments that dangle
and dazzle cast sparkling lights
into a broken room

of near-silent sobs.

 

[eagleyez]

2 weeks till Christmas
I aint shopped a lick,
The tree is festooned with coathangers,
Cereal in bits.

Yep two weeks to go I know
But I cant make myself show
In a mall or a stripclub
Where the fenderbenders go.

I'll do the usual I suppose
Last minute Jones-
Or burn me some cookies
Fry up some scones.

Aint going to Wal Mart
For undies or socks
Aint going to Zales
For Zirconium rocks.

I'll hit the record store
At noon Christmas Eve,
While my goose it is cooked
Along with my ass I believe.

Maybe wait till next year
54 weeks I say
Plenty of time for decoratin
Snowmen and meatballs
In the deep freeze they stay.



Hoopy Hallidays one and all.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

On the 'Sixth' day of christmas
my true love gave it to me
Six Sleezes laying
five Penis Rings
four call-in girls
three french grins
two fertile loves
and a party bitch on a pair of knees

It was day six and knee deep in sex
every one in the orgy was happy and wet
when bursting through the door
was six more sleezy whores

they came in smiling and joined right in
they didn't hesitate they began laying
they spread their legs wide, side by side
with six sleezes laying I just had to try,

....them one at a time

 

[wildoat]

I woke from the sun that brightly shined
through the blinds, and peeked through
to find a snow covered ground.

Rarely, there's a white Christmas,
and I can only hope it wont melt away.

Excited, there's only a few days til'
Christmas, I hurried to get breakfast
then dashed outside, wearing only
my pajamas to make snow angels
without a care in the world.

I played like a little girl who's never
seen snow, and even got a taste
of what they call brain-freeze.

Bitter cold and wet, my hands
and nose must've been red. I know
when I'd come inside, the cheeks
of my ass would appear
I've been spanked.

I came indoors, almost numb,
undressed, sat on my hands
to get the warmth back, rocked
myself dizzy,

and I'll do it again tomorrow
just the same
if only it stays.

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

7. Mistletoe


Secrets don’t travel on the wind
and knowledge of the knife
that pressed, ready to slice
your skin is in my mind, drunk
on the blood let
with whiskey tainted breath
the stiletto clattered to the floor
and shame rocked your body
back and forth
like the mistletoe that hangs
from string in the doorway.


(whipped up in the last 10 mins and needs more work)

 

[Guest]

redemption?

Someone's conscience won
and made a call
anonymous and shamed
to reveal the hoard
of cans and packs stolen
from the food bank
stealing Christmas is a cartoon theme
Scrooge a fiction, Grinch a toy
except when greed takes over
and leaves black holes instead
of cheer, coal insread of gifts

 

[My Erotic Tale]

On the 'Seventh' day of christmas
my true love gave it to me
Seven Thongs a stripping
Six Sleezes laying
five Penis Rings
four call-in girls
three french grins
two fertile loves
and a party bitch on a pair of knees

"Come in!" I yelled as the door bell rang
busy with a christmas orgy in full swing
in walked seven ladies from planet beauty
wearing seven thongs that were 'itty bitty'

lips and tongues and hands on the run
paused for a moment to observe these thongs
one at a time the women stripped
then they joined the christmas orgy naked

 

[wildsweetone]

The Twelve Decorations of Christmas

8. Christmas Angel

Under a sky of grey, rich
in rain that taints air thick
with mosquitoes thrown
on the blue wind,
he sits
on the hill, pale,
aloof above a world
surrounded by forest,
playful rabbits and kissed
by muggy summer air.
Later, he’ll lie
in bed
like the Christmas angel
in her shoe box,
dormant
and forgotten
until tomorrow.


(note to me: needs more work.
..................'forgotten until tomorrow' - cliche?
..................do i need to say the angel was surrounded by tinsel to make the resemblance clearer?)