Angeline
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I wrote this poem last year and posted it on the forum. A pretty hilarious bunch of responses to it (mainly from smithpeter and Wicked Eve) ensued. It was good fun.
I saw it today, in between wrapping presents and stuff, and edited it. It sorta made me teary but not really in a bad way (see Eve, I have PoemMS--Pre-Metaphor Syndome?--too, lol).
Wanna put holiday poems in this thread? Do it. Whatever. Any poems. Consider it a gift to yourself, which is hackneyed but then you wouldn't be here if you didn't love poems and writing, right?
Happy Christmas, Douglas. This is for you.
Ange
A Literotica Poets' Christmas
It was coming on Christmas on the poetry board.
All the poets were mulling in their usual discord.
Of course they were stirring (as you all are aware),
arguing about poems. Whining. Blowing hot air,
but poems were nestled all snug in their threads
as visions of book contracts danced in their heads,
and I in my reindeer nose and Lauren with that boob
were about to gift wrap Wicked Eve’s Christmas lube
when outside the board there arose such a clatter
that we clicked back at once to see what was the matter,
and then off we scampered dropping Eve’s lube.
Lauren slipped (for the record she has another boob).
We ran into karmadog, saw him bark and point
(Well after he put down his beer and a joint),
and then what to our wide poets’ eyes did appear,
but an old pickup truck that was loaded with gear.
The truck wasn’t special--just a rusty two-seater,
but behind its front wheel sat our old pal Smithpeter!
He screeched to a halt and the poet jumped out
and raced onto the board to see who was about.
Hey JUDO! Hi OT, now Homer, now Lick,
Say Rybka, Hi_Land. Beth, I heard you were sick?
How’s my thread doing, did anyone forget it?
It’s called ‘Passion Suddenly.’ If you post, do not edit!
Then back to his truck Smithpeter did run
to unpack what looked like a big sack of fun,
a bagful of muse from a drawerful of socks,
some photos, ideas, silly things like pet rocks,
but first off he went for a hike through a thread
to return with a thoughtful look, scratching his head,
Saying I’ve got some things to share if you agree.
They fell in my truck from some sleigh above me
way up in the stars with reindeer---and the thing is
it was driven by a guy the same size as Mingus!
And with that he handed out gifts like a suitor
The first one to Lauren--a working computer!
And saying that this one was dropped by Prancer,
he handed Karmadog a new belly dancer.
Ange got some jazz tunes, JUDO a new board,
happy safe faces for the _Land and Beth’s horde,
clear moonlit nights on the lake for KatPurrs,
for all of us just what we most want and That,
he said, are all my surprises, I believe,
except for something for dear Wicked Eve,
and that, isn’t here, oh no, oh good gracious,
but at some site called www.sexlacious!
They opened the doors, got into the truck,
and started it up with a creak, squeak, and buck,
then waved as they rose, disappeared from our site
Calling Merry Christmas dear poets:
Write, Write Write, Write, Write.
I saw it today, in between wrapping presents and stuff, and edited it. It sorta made me teary but not really in a bad way (see Eve, I have PoemMS--Pre-Metaphor Syndome?--too, lol).
Wanna put holiday poems in this thread? Do it. Whatever. Any poems. Consider it a gift to yourself, which is hackneyed but then you wouldn't be here if you didn't love poems and writing, right?
Happy Christmas, Douglas. This is for you.
Ange
A Literotica Poets' Christmas
It was coming on Christmas on the poetry board.
All the poets were mulling in their usual discord.
Of course they were stirring (as you all are aware),
arguing about poems. Whining. Blowing hot air,
but poems were nestled all snug in their threads
as visions of book contracts danced in their heads,
and I in my reindeer nose and Lauren with that boob
were about to gift wrap Wicked Eve’s Christmas lube
when outside the board there arose such a clatter
that we clicked back at once to see what was the matter,
and then off we scampered dropping Eve’s lube.
Lauren slipped (for the record she has another boob).
We ran into karmadog, saw him bark and point
(Well after he put down his beer and a joint),
and then what to our wide poets’ eyes did appear,
but an old pickup truck that was loaded with gear.
The truck wasn’t special--just a rusty two-seater,
but behind its front wheel sat our old pal Smithpeter!
He screeched to a halt and the poet jumped out
and raced onto the board to see who was about.
Hey JUDO! Hi OT, now Homer, now Lick,
Say Rybka, Hi_Land. Beth, I heard you were sick?
How’s my thread doing, did anyone forget it?
It’s called ‘Passion Suddenly.’ If you post, do not edit!
Then back to his truck Smithpeter did run
to unpack what looked like a big sack of fun,
a bagful of muse from a drawerful of socks,
some photos, ideas, silly things like pet rocks,
but first off he went for a hike through a thread
to return with a thoughtful look, scratching his head,
Saying I’ve got some things to share if you agree.
They fell in my truck from some sleigh above me
way up in the stars with reindeer---and the thing is
it was driven by a guy the same size as Mingus!
And with that he handed out gifts like a suitor
The first one to Lauren--a working computer!
And saying that this one was dropped by Prancer,
he handed Karmadog a new belly dancer.
Ange got some jazz tunes, JUDO a new board,
happy safe faces for the _Land and Beth’s horde,
clear moonlit nights on the lake for KatPurrs,
for all of us just what we most want and That,
he said, are all my surprises, I believe,
except for something for dear Wicked Eve,
and that, isn’t here, oh no, oh good gracious,
but at some site called www.sexlacious!
They opened the doors, got into the truck,
and started it up with a creak, squeak, and buck,
then waved as they rose, disappeared from our site
Calling Merry Christmas dear poets:
Write, Write Write, Write, Write.
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