abstract erotic poem

[WolfLarsen]

Say Hello to the Poem
By Wolf Larsen


First my penis grew out of thousands of trees, then everything on the planet dizzy-ed up and began revolving and revolving around all our penises, and our penises shot millions of words into the poem and the words became nuclear missiles trying to find an hallucination making love to reality and then the white and black peoples sing beautiful mulatto babies together and as we sang all the vaginas leaped out of the women and began following us and my penis was growing out of your eye and our penises were growing and growing out of everything and everyone and then my penis said hello to the poem
Copyright 2004 by Wolf Larsen. All Rights Reserved.

 

[WickedEve]

I'm not sure if I like it or not. I like penises. The poem is odd. Though, it has penises. I'm not sure. I'm having a hard time with this one. Hard. hee hee Okay, I can't be mature about this.

 

[eagleyez]

They allow erotic poems here?

Well, slap my mammy
I have none to share
Just a rabbit smooth pelt
Ready to snare.

 

[bogusbrig]

Whatever Wolf has been taking, I want some!

 

[Angeline]

I'm not sure if I like it or not. I like penises. The poem is odd. Though, it has penises. I'm not sure. I'm having a hard time with this one. Hard. hee hee Okay, I can't be mature about this.

I'm trying to be mature, but I have a tough time with that generally.

Wolf, I'm awful with judging flash fiction, which is the way I, at least, would categorize your poem. There are others here more qualified to comment than me so maybe I should just bow out. It sounds like the kind of dream I'd have if I ate pepperoni pizza for dinner.

 

[Liar]

Hello, poem.

 

[Angeline]

Hello, poem.

Literal smart arse, aren't you?

 

[eagleyez]

I'm trying to be mature, but I have a tough time with that generally.

Wolf, I'm awful with judging flash fiction, which is the way I, at least, would categorize your poem. There are others here more qualified to comment than me so maybe I should just bow out. It sounds like the kind of dream I'd have if I ate pepperoni pizza for dinner.

do you talk in your sleep after my grilled Haddock and a big old salad?

i lay awake and wonder, dont ya know.

 

[Angeline]

do you talk in your sleep after my grilled Haddock and a big old salad?

i lay awake and wonder, dont ya know.

Why don't you ask the people in the airports?

 

[Liar]

Literal smart arse, aren't you?

Yannow, that's really all I had to say.

 

[flyguy69]

Ummm, I think I left something on another thread.

Good luck with this.

 

[wildsweetone]

abstract erotic poem
Say Hello to the Poem
By Wolf Larsen


First my penis grew out of thousands of trees, then everything on the planet dizzy-ed up and began revolving and revolving around all our penises, and our penises shot millions of words into the poem and the words became nuclear missiles trying to find an hallucination making love to reality and then the white and black peoples sing beautiful mulatto babies together and as we sang all the vaginas leaped out of the women and began following us and my penis was growing out of your eye and our penises were growing and growing out of everything and everyone and then my penis said hello to the poem
Copyright 2004 by Wolf Larsen. All Rights Reserved.
Last edited by The Poets : Yesterday at 10:52 AM.

what was edited out?


hi Wolf Larsen and welcome to the poetry forum, i hope you enjoy your stay. would you like critique (useful) for your poem?

 

[The Poets]

what was edited out?

Something like "To read more go to..." linking to another site. It sounded too much like advertising for a first post.

 

[wildsweetone]

k ta

 

[WickedEve]

Something like "To read more go to..." linking to another site. It sounded too much like advertising for a first post.

I totally missed that. I was distracted by penises.

 

[wildsweetone]

i wasn't.

 

[Tzara]

A penis (well, I am thinkin' about summun in partikular here) is not an abstraction.

To begin with, at the midday dinner, Wolf Larsen informed the hunters that they were to eat thenceforth in the steerage. It was an unprecedented thing on sealing schooners, where it is the custom for the hunters to rank unofficially as officers. He gave no reason, but his motive was obvious enough. Horner and Smoke had been displaying a gallantry toward Maud Brewster, ludicrous in itself and inoffensive to her, but to him evidently distasteful.​

Abstract? No, I don't think so. Erotic? Well, speakin' fur meself, um, not hardly....

Have ye read Mr. Henry Miller lately, Jack? That may wurk fer ye.

Ah, Maudie!

 

[wildsweetone]

nevermind

 

[Tzara]

a penis growing out of one eye is not abstract?

I was relatin' the poem to its own self, darlin'. Mine own need for corrective lenses is not because me dick is growin' out of me eyesockets.

Or if. (Wish if?) Anyways, s'only metaphorical as me gaze lingers lustfully on an' over womanhood in all your collective curvy female glory.

(Yes, I will regret this later on. You are, as oh that other sex, somehow provoking, love.)

Hey! Happy Whateverisclosetosomeholidayferyouinnewzealand Day!

 

[wildsweetone]

no holidays here until Christmas. kiwis are hard workers you know, we don't skive off every month for a holiday.

 

[Tzara]

no holidays here until Christmas. kiwis are hard workers you know, we don't skive off every month for a holiday.

Those of us in the country leading the free world into, well, um, "freedom" don't 'zactly unnerstand that (probably Commie) term "skive." Sounds kinda like "skivvie" or somthing unappropriate for mixed company.

 

[wildsweetone]

it's a Brit term, my bad.

skive




i've a poem coming up about your free world tendencies

 

[Tzara]

it's a Brit term, my bad.

Yes, you are and I am thinking of punishments. Thinking. Thinking.

Um, I'll get back to you on that.

i've a poem coming up about your free world tendencies

Мои тенденции свободного мира--для свободного обмена информацией, независимо от страны происхождения. И пытка глупа.

 

[wildsweetone]

Yes, you are and I am thinking of punishments. Thinking. Thinking.

Um, I'll get back to you on that.
Мои тенденции свободного мира--для свободного обмена информацией, независимо от страны происхождения. И пытка глупа.

my
tendentious
freedom/liberty loving
mirage --
soldier on duty(?)
freedom/liberty loving
exchange rate/rate of exchange
information/news
independent
from/to/shun/avoid
stay/keep
procapitalist
and
music stand(?)
foolish/silly

my tendencies are that freedom is a mirage...

the 'soldier on duty' has put me off.

not to mention the 'music stand'.

i must have miscopied somewhere.

why is it in bulgarian? my general knowledge is virtually non-existent.

yes, more teaching wso time. lol

...let me know about the punishments.

be back later.

 

[Tzara]

my
tendentious
freedom/liberty loving
mirage --
soldier on duty(?)
freedom/liberty loving
exchange rate/rate of exchange
information/news
independent
from/to/shun/avoid
stay/keep
procapitalist
and
music stand(?)
foolish/silly

my tendencies are that freedom is a mirage...

the 'soldier on duty' has put me off.

not to mention the 'music stand'.

i must have miscopied somewhere.

why is it in bulgarian? my general knowledge is virtually non-existent.

yes, more teaching wso time. lol

...let me know about the punishments.

be back later.

Я не говорю болгарина.

Мое наказание должно просто связать Вас на моей эротической кровати. Я буду щекотать ваши оконечности(крайности), пока Вы не соглашаетесь, что социализм - лучшая форма правительства.

Вы - мой социалистический приз!

Я люблю Вас, моим собственным способом.

И: это - шутка.