Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

[WickedEve]

I'm ready to have a wake for this poetry forum if it's doesn't start breathing again. We have threads on the first page that were last posted to almost a month ago. How slow are we? Are we just bored, uninspired, busy? I want some action, Baby! Come on, give it to me! Something, anything! Tell me what you want and I'll start a challenge, competition, discussion... whatever! Want to write poetry about kittens, politics, my ass?

Okay, today I told someone I was a bottle of sex that was going to explode if someone didn't soon uncork me. Then I thought, wow, great idea for a poem. Then I lost the inspiration. So, someone want that idea? You can have it. It's a Wicked freebie.

You know, I'm trying to take poetry more seriously now. I'm getting all my poems together and I'm going to write and write until I write something worth reading, then I'm going to submit it somewhere where it will be published on real, honest to god, rippable paper!

Angeline, is that really you in that AV?

Senna, when you're not online what do you? I'm dying to know.

Rybka, ever watch Don Knotts in that movie The incredible Mr. Limpet? (hint: he's a fish.)

Let's talk or I'm getting out the black dress and buying a wreath of flowers.

 

[Rybka]

I'm ready to have a wake for this poetry forum if it's doesn't start breathing again. We have threads on the first page that were last posted to almost a month ago. How slow are we? Are we just bored, uninspired, busy? I want some action, Baby! Come on, give it to me! Something, anything! Tell me what you want and I'll start a challenge, competition, discussion... whatever! Want to write poetry about kittens, politics, my ass?
...
Rybka, ever watch Don Knotts in that movie The incredible Mr. Limpet? (hint: he's a fish.)

Let's talk or I'm getting out the black dress and buying a wreath of flowers.

No, but I am looking forward to the new Disney movie.

I am also looking for your upgraded website. When is it going to be up and running?

Re forum slowness: That happens at various times on different sites. Late fall to early spring is often the most active time because folks (in the northern hemisphere) are trapped indoors and bored. In better weather there is more to do, or that must be done. Plus most people have to work (unlike fish or old farts).

If you really do want a challenge, I have a poem I have started that I would be willing to share for a communal effort. (E.G. I am stuck! And no it is not based upon an acronym, but it is based upon word play.)


Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[WickedEve]

It's raining here; I have PMS; I'm lonely; I don't have any chocolate and I put my last dildo batteries in my kid's chatting chester.
I suppose this would be a good night to start the process of reviving my site.
Let's see your poem!

 

[Rybka]

New Site & Communal Poem

It's raining here; I have PMS; I'm lonely; I don't have any chocolate and I put my last dildo batteries in my kid's chatting chester.
I suppose this would be a good night to start the process of reviving my site.
Let's see your poem!

Please feel happier, get some chocolate batteries, and bring your revised site online!

I feel start a new thread with my partial poem if we get any more interest posted in this thread.

Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[Guest]

How about a challenge..........



......a Clerihew?


E. Clerihew Bentley.

Sir Christopher Wren

Sir Christopher Wren
Said "I'm going to dine with some men
If anybody calls
Say I am designing St Paul's."


4 line verse of unequal length rhyming a.a.b.b. Often biographical, witty and "tongue-in-cheek".

I just think we all need to laugh a bit.

 

[WickedEve]

How about a challenge..........



......a Clerihew?


E. Clerihew Bentley.

Sir Christopher Wren

Sir Christopher Wren
Said "I'm going to dine with some men
If anybody calls
Say I am designing St Paul's."


4 line verse of unequal length rhyming a.a.b.b. Often biographical, witty and "tongue-in-cheek".

I just think we all need to laugh a bit.

I like that G.P.!

 

[RazzRajen]

A challenge?...a jugalbandhi maybe

It's raining here; I have PMS; I'm lonely; I don't have any chocolate and I put my last dildo batteries in my kid's chatting chester.
I suppose this would be a good night to start the process of reviving my site.
Let's see your poem!

Hmm didn't know you had a site, W.E.

Interesting idea.....Something different. community poems are one. I would like to tell you of something that happens in Indian Classical music. It's called a "JugalBandhi" which typically takes two different musical instruments and the virtuosos play the same piece of music. Alternating and making improvisations as they go along, each challenging the other to follow and then pose another challenge.

In years past when I was a little younger, and carefree, I would sit with friends and we would write poems.....on a word theme or a discussion.....sometimes we woudl write on " clouds" or "Mangoes" ; " Fire" " Treachery" etc. In essence Each one picked a word and we all wrote on that posted the first poem and then the other would wrote one on the same subject taking cues from the couplet / poem already done and expanding in their vision. By teh end of the session the whole would make wonderful reading when read together.

Admitted that is hard to achieve on a bulletin board.....But it might turn out to be an interesting exercise. And if nothing else, it is a diversion for some time.

Anyway that is My two cents worth.

Razz

 

[Angeline]

Angeline, is that really you in that AV?

Um. Partially. lol. It's my face, arms, and neck. The rest came with the dress, which I got at the Photoshop "Buy Dress, Get Legs Free" sale.

However, the babe in the Time Zone poem is all me as is the dancer in Flathat Blues.

 

[WickedEve]

There sat Gutzon Borglum,
making faces with his fork in the sorghum.
He carved a smile for all four,
delaying his journey to Mount Rushmore.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Well, thank God!

I was away from the board for a record 9 hours, and been thinking about this all the time. We need to do something!

I'm going to start one or two threads tomorrow and I want to see some responses!

To GP:

Buonarroti's E. Clerihew Bentley

Michelangelo, the art-eest
once confessed while drunk in a feast
"My paintings might spread wisdom and cheer
but they'll remember me for being queer..."


Razz, baby... let's see some new threads about it. I like the idea.

 

[Angeline]

Taking Back the Boards

I am glad to see this happening, but I want to respond to a comment Cordelia made in the new poems thread.

I just want to comment that the reason I haven't been here much of late is because I dislike the atmosphere. Opinions are opnions. If we can't take them as such, why are we putting our writing out for all to see?

I can deal with someone not liking a poem. Having been an editor for many years, I think I'm not bad at giving constructive criticism. I welcome it, too, when it's done in the spirit of improvement. What I see on this board now though is a lot of cruel, vicious sniping that masquerades as "help," not to mention personal attacks.

Those of us--and I know that's most of us--who abhor this behavior need to stick together if we want this board to remain the supportive place it was in the past. There are other poetry boards that are much more structured and demanding in terms of critique--this is, after all Literotica--not a graduate seminar in poetry--not everyone here wants to be published or even edit their poems. What sets this place apart, IMHO, is a handful of poets who are not only dedicated to writing, but who also understand the purpose of this place and attempt to support each other kindly.

Can we have that board back? We'll see but if anyone here feels I'm part of the problem, I'll go rather than stay and contribute to the atmosphere that I've seen develop over the past month.

 

[Cordelia]

Clerihews!! Good idea! We need something light.

And Ang...you are not part of the problem...IMO

Running off to Clerihew,


Cordelia

 

[RazzRajen]

Okay, today I told someone I was a bottle of sex that was going to explode if someone didn't soon uncork me. Then I thought, wow, great idea for a poem. Then I lost the inspiration. So, someone want that idea? You can have it. It's a Wicked freebie.



Let's talk or I'm getting out the black dress and buying a wreath of flowers.

Goes looking for that bottle......

Peers everywhere.!!!!



bobbing bottles, corked uncorked
Messages floating in the swell of the sea.
rising and sliding,
lifting and cresting,
White foam crescendo's
Played on lithe limbs,
a glissando taken to a level she
never before felt,

Taut strings, taut limbs,
flesh riven and Eyes transfixed
she lay there unmoving.
not quite, her eyes followed His
every movement, Rising as the seas roiled.

Sliding and slipping,
her vales and dales,
her nooks and crannies,
folds of soft wet damp
flesh oozing He said
as He licked again and again

Parched He was and slaken too, the
low thrumblings
Harbingers all,
as the Deep rose and met in the Morning sun
Blazing bright.

as ever He played that song on and on.



Razz

 

[Senna Jawa]

Re: Taking Back the Boards

[...] I'll go rather than stay and contribute to the atmosphere that I've seen develop over the past month.

...'ve seen it?! You did it!

Just stop these hypocritical motions and gestures, and everything will be alright.

 

[HomerPindar]

Okay, today I told someone I was a bottle of sex that was going to explode if someone didn't soon uncork me. Then I thought, wow, great idea for a poem.

To hell with the poem, lets just have sex.

HomerPindar

 

[Angeline]

To hell with the poem, lets just have sex.

he's baaaaaaaaaak

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Re: Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

To hell with the poem, lets just have sex.

HomerPindar

Right here! Right now! Bring it on!

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Re: Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

Goes looking for that bottle......

Peers everywhere.!!!!



bobbing bottles, corked uncorked
Messages floating in the swell of the sea.
rising and sliding,
lifting and cresting,
White foam crescendo's
Played on lithe limbs,
a glissando taken to a level she
never before felt,

Taut strings, taut limbs,
flesh riven and Eyes transfixed
she lay there unmoving.
not quite, her eyes followed His
every movement, Rising as the seas roiled.

Sliding and slipping,
her vales and dales,
her nooks and crannies,
folds of soft wet damp
flesh oozing He said
as He licked again and again

Parched He was and slaken too, the
low thrumblings
Harbingers all,
as the Deep rose and met in the Morning sun
Blazing bright.

as ever He played that song on and on.



Razz

 

[HomerPindar]

Re: Re: Re: Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

Right here! Right now! Bring it on!

WOOHOO!!

Together through the door
saying, "I couldn't take any more,"
thrilling at, but not saying, whore
leading me to the stall
on the end, closest to the wall
where to your knees you'll fall
pulling me free to take it all
to stroke and suck
a quick oral fuck
unable to believe my luck
kinky like me
(looking down to see
open cleavage) and we
together moan
and groan
you wanted to do this at the table
but we were unable
you dropped your napkin,
hands upon my hard skin
wanting to suck it in
the sound covered by the din
but you lost your nerve
when the waiter came to serve
then you lost your reserve
leading me astray
to have your own way
(you can do that any day!)
the fear of getting caught
adding to what you sought
sexual tension fraught
with lustful thoughts
that desert tray for naught
for upon me you feed
we both get what we need
caution we failed to heed
and I'll see this deed
returned with a touch,
fingers in the dark too much
for you to ignore
and we both know more
is in store
sharing kinky lore
in us both – it's what we adore

HomerPindar

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

WOOHOO!!

Together through the door
saying, "I couldn't take any more,"
thrilling at, but not saying, whore
leading me to the stall
on the end, closest to the wall
where to your knees you'll fall
pulling me free to take it all
to stroke and suck
a quick oral fuck
unable to believe my luck
kinky like me
(looking down to see
open cleavage) and we
together moan
and groan
you wanted to do this at the table
but we were unable
you dropped your napkin,
hands upon my hard skin
wanting to suck it in
the sound covered by the din
but you lost your nerve
when the waiter came to serve
then you lost your reserve
leading me astray
to have your own way
(you can do that any day!)
the fear of getting caught
adding to what you sought
sexual tension fraught
with lustful thoughts
that desert tray for naught
for upon me you feed
we both get what we need
caution we failed to heed
and I'll see this deed
returned with a touch,
fingers in the dark too much
for you to ignore
and we both know more
is in store
sharing kinky lore
in us both – it's what we adore

HomerPindar

Well, that was good for a little foreplay, but what do you have for the main course?

 

[HomerPindar]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

Well, that was good for a little foreplay, but what do you have for the main course?

what, only a little foreplay...oh, right, that explosion thingy, while potentially fun, might get messy.

Hold on, that doesn't sound too bad after all

To kiss your breasts as you reveal them
tracing the curves with my tongue
as you open your dress for me
inviting me with your smile

tracing the curves with my tongue
tasting your skin while it grows warmer
inviting me with your smile
to open your dress even wider

tasting your skin while it grows warmer
feeling myself grow harder as I move
to open your dress even wider
revealing more soft skin to kiss and caress

feeling myself grow harder as I move
my tongue across your nipples
revealing more soft skin to kiss and caress
you squirm under me as I continue

my tongue across your nipples
down across your stomach
you squirm under me as I continue
kissing my way with your heat

down across your stomach
teasing you with my fingertips
kissing my way with your heat
wanting your desire unchecked

teasing you with my fingertips
until your moans are not enough
wanting your desire unchecked
eager to have your every desire satisfied

until your moans are not enough
you laying naked upon your open dress
we come together as you are
eager to have your every desire satisfied

you laying naked upon your open dress
to kiss your breasts as you reveal them
eager to have your every desire satisfied
as you open your dress for me

HomerPindar

 

[Cordelia]

Gosh it's great to have you back, Homer...



Cordelia

 

[HomerPindar]

Gosh it's great to have you back, Homer...



Cordelia

you think my backs great, you outta flip me over

HomerPindar

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

eager to have your every desire satisfied

Yes, I am eager. But I fear if you knew my every desire you'd cower and never unzip your pants again.

By the way, both very nice poems.

 

[HomerPindar]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Funeral Services will be held on this thread.

Yes, I am eager. But I fear if you knew my every desire you'd cower and never unzip your pants again.

By the way, both very nice poems.

HA!! I laugh in the face of fear...see, HA!

besides, what's the rush, I don't need all your desires in a night, I'll be happy to satisfy them one at a time...slowly...then in groups...slower yet...

I want to join with you
To caress your luscious skin all night
To feel your warmth until the morning dew.

Undressing you slowly to enjoy the view
Caressing, massaging, hands follow sight
I want to join with you

Kissing each inch of skin as it's revealed anew
feeling you press against me, standing in the moonlight
To feel your warmth until morning dew.

To melt together, our desires imbue
our bodies together throughout the night
I want to join with you

Kissing down your body to take you
with my slow, measured kisses, to a new height.
To feel your warmth until morning dew

Feeling our joined heat surround us in a golden hue
To wrap ourselves together with passions might
I want to join with you
To feel your warmth until morning dew

HomerPindar