Let's Hear It For The Poets

[Trixareforkids]

GuiltyPleasure's

Intimate

He likes her to take control,
feeling the surrender of will
is an aphrodisiac and he is
erect in seconds.

She lies him back, gentle pressure,
no words, just a hand
on his chest that lingers
to tweak the hair teasingly.

Next a silky blindfold,
then the stretch above his head
and metallic-click-closure of cuffs.
Each little loss of control
excites them both.

She never asks him what he’d like
which makes each encounter
all the more exciting, she reads his mind.
Tonight he gasps as her soft, wet lips
kiss the transuding tip. She lets him
arch, enter the warm humidity
of her mouth unimpeded, the light
graze of her teeth astonishing.

He can only think of her as
an artist so adept is she at
finding The Perfect Spot,
applying intricate pressure
and drawing out his orgasm
deliciously.

 

[Sinseria]

two reads

Ready to Survive

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/ready-to-survive


There is a hunger
A starvation of need
That lies across the wasted world

Echoing in displeasure
As pestilence to the regime of life
Coursing as the nectar of dreams
Racing against necessity

Decaying in its deprivation
Stripped from its earthly branches
Rotting, soured in stagnation
As the seedless fruits of man

Famished
As the Mistress of Fate
Crying from the shielded heavens
To the veiled eyes of man

The heart of starvation
Dying in a bloodlust
Wanting and waiting
Ready to survive




Ties to Bind

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/ties-to-bind


Sorrows fall like acid rain
When fear and faith combine

As eyes become blind
And they can no longer see
The kaleidoscope of dreams

Paled in the tears of time
Shadowed by the heart
In fear you reside
Forever, denied

The crimson tears
Sting your broken mind
As salt and vinegar to your lie
Or is it the truth inside

Broken and alone
Forgotten in time
As faith to die

When your lies become truths
And your truths become lies
And your lies become
The ties to bind

 

[Smokey125]

Re: butters

cleverly made, with the music as backdrop

nice voice

''the ink
in her calligraphic game''

Oh thanks! I didn't even realize this thread had kept on going, much less that my poem had attracted a bit of attention. Well, even though I'm not writing hetero stuff anymore at this point, that's really nice! Glad you enjoyed it! —Smokey

 

[Trixareforkids]

Oh thanks! I didn't even realize this thread had kept on going, much less that my poem had attracted a bit of attention. Well, even though I'm not writing hetero stuff anymore at this point, that's really nice! Glad you enjoyed it! —Smokey

Yup, it's still going and if you've got any other pieces you've recorded, please post and link 'em here.

 

[Smokey125]

Trix

Yup, it's still going and if you've got any other pieces you've recorded, please post and link 'em here.

Oh well, I am only writing lesbian stuff at this point, so I'm not sure how well that would work here. I haven't made any audio recordings of lesbian material 'cause I'd imagine Readers/Listeners would prefer hearing them read by a female voice. I do, however, have another poem called "Your Weakness" which I wrote as a song to be sung to the tune of Madonna's song "The Power Of Good-Bye." I, unfortunately, am not a skilled singer, and again, it would be infinitely better crooned so sensually and seductively by a girl's voice. But I could still provide the link, if anyone's interested (or they could just go to my list of submissions and scroll down to the poems).

 

[Trixareforkids]

We're Not Worthy

 

[todski28]

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/full-moon-rising

your form was designed
to consume the likes of me
to take all that I have and turn it
into beauty
metamorphosised into more
than I can be alone

you, malleable, bend and take
more than the lust,
I ache
to fill all that you are
with all that I am

I know it's a lot for you to bare
slender of frame and delicate
gentle curves,
devout in swollen softness
I intrude and feel like a thief,
there is a strength in you that grips me
firm, intense
and I find it is you that has stolen me

I can see in your eyes that
we hold each other
on the cusp
of profound visions
crying out to a god
any that'll listen

or even in this moment
able to create our own in the joining
of our limbs,
these brittle words
held together by the strength in my arms
as you hold together around me
stretched tight I cling
to the first

Scream

you cry out
nails rake my back then
grasp my ass
as you try to consume me

I howl
as if you are the moon

 

[ValeriioN]

Seeds of Doubt

 

[legerdemer]

Seeds of Doubt

ValeriioN,

I am truly flattered that you chose to recite my poem, Seeds of Doubt.

I've never done so myself, and you inspired me to do so. Here's what it sounds like to me.

Seeds of doubt

Words sometimes skip like stones
across the surface of a limpid lake.
Each kiss makes rippling waves,
peaks and valleys that reverberate.

Or they can surf like a leaf
fallen from a weeping willow,
connecting all points
between here and there.

They may whisper like feathers
across skin warmed by an evening fire,
or a glass of brandy's liquid heat.

Convey love,
banish doubt and fear.
Those words warm me
from the inside out
and outside in.

But when contempt scorches all in its path,
cuts swaths into the ice,
carves an abyss between you and I,
Do I distrust the words and the love they bring?

If I forgive you and you forgive me,
is that bridge enough to walk across
the fallow field, plowed under,
burned in the winter,
awaiting seeds of love in spring?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Seeds of Doubt

Even with my speakers turned right up I can hardly hear this, perhaps it's the lack of expression in your voice.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Shots, cocktails and a reverie gone mad by todski28

https://soundcloud.com/todski28/shots-cocktails-and-a-reverie

Shots, cocktails and a reverie gone mad

There is pressure building
a guitar riff
a drum solo
a voice cutting through the dark
caramel Manhattans dripping from my lips
the luscious salted-sweet and alcohol fire
that mires me in memories
trapping desires in the bulge of my zipper
first hellos wrapped like cyanide in the humidity
clouds full to burst with luscious rain

fingertips walking gently down
their nervous quiver intoxicating the drunken
stupor of my shirt

I know it’s just a reverie
a memory
but I can still feel you there
a spark of light twisting, arching, aching

I switch from the sweet burn
to pure flame
as I pour out the hard stuff
lap up salt
slam you down in the elements
the first drops of aqua drip from the heavens
steam rising from the earth
grass-scented liquid passion

I’m drunk on vices (desires) flowing river
coursing rapids
where I shot the chauffeur so I could have you
here in the rain
while I’m still tipsy enough to not give a fuck
about propriety, mucking in the mud

there is a vibe, vibrating like the tingle of static
the build-up….. the pour of more before the gush of release
crashes of lightning that rip the air into ozone
and thunder
liquefied passion running down my chin

the flash of light slashes my mind
all I want is
a refill

Hot ................

 

[Trixareforkids]

As requested, audio for The Barfly Effect

https://soundcloud.com/mistress-heather/the-barfly-effect

 

[legerdemer]

As requested, audio for The Barfly Effect

https://soundcloud.com/mistress-heather/the-barfly-effect

Loved it, just as I thought i would!

 

[greenmountaineer]

As requested, audio for The Barfly Effect

https://soundcloud.com/mistress-heather/the-barfly-effect

Loved it, just as I thought i would!

I did too. I never met a southern belle-ish barfly before, but if I did, I bet she'd talk just like this.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Loved it, just as I thought i would!

I did too. I never met a southern belle-ish barfly before, but if I did, I bet she'd talk just like this.

Glad y'all enjoyed it. It was a fun write and read

 

[todski28]

moan me a tone
https://soundcloud.com/todski28/sounds-from-thursday-afternoon

Moan me a tone
on how we fit together
hard teeth sharp that bite deep
moan me a groan
whisper fuck

grasp the air
hold your breath
taste the damn wall
lash the ground and pound the desk
demand the slick slope
hope that the last gasp
rasps from swollen lips
hold tight and restrain the damn wall

stick me in places almost too tight
awash in the sight of empty air
moan me the tones of pleasure
groan against the damn wall
as it bulges fit to bust a gush of
God's water
fold the edges hold
tight
take me into those forbidden places
go for the release
flow over
hold tight
come fold like origami
depth and girth so pliable
so willing flesh
out this moment
break over the damn wall

crush me
in tones and moans that go on
and come again
like waves crash against a stormy shore

 

[gingerotica]

perfect example of contemporary poetry

 

[todski28]

perfect example of contemporary poetry

I must be flavour of the month a little todski to cap off an evening

welcome ginger, if you have your own examples it would be good to see them, see if we can fire up this old Chevvy and get her running.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Blushing!

 

[champagne1982]

Love In The Time Of Covid-19

This distance we share, in part by choice,
more by circumstance, has made love
stronger in ways that constant contact
never could. Imagine the pain of young
emotion when their love stands
just outside their touch, when
defiance leads to a kiss of fingertips
and a press of these extremes together,
just to know the warmth of adoration
and longing surging through their senses.

I know the tears shed in empathy of touch
denied, of the pain of a barrier between
the living and the dying, between vigor
and decline and the folly of wishing
you could embrace, "One last time."
Now every conversation ends with words
of love and patience. They're aged
and frail and in step with passing away,
as we all mark time, rest in place,
in prayer that this can't mean the end.

Where is the reward for obedient
compliance? Like victims of abuse
we are isolated, we are locked in,
chastised for living life rather
than merely existing. Do the powerful
understand fear? We shiver in uncertainty
as our blitheful wanderings are brutally
slapped into awareness by the realities
of illness, the caregivers' exhausted
faces plastered everywhere we look.

The silence of bus terminals,
train stations, airports, of all
that means industry smothers us
with an efficiency more virulent
and painful than this sickness.
To love now, in this time of Covid,
means to love from miles apart
and trust that we are loved from away
as much as we are denied the touch
of a love seated two yards away.

https://m.soundcloud.com/merope-madrigal/love-in-the-time-of-covid-19

 

[Piscator]

Bravo to both of you for reviving this thread.

 

[champagne1982]

Bravo to both of you for reviving this thread.

Perfect I’ve always enjoyed your writing and your readings champ, thanks for sharing, I wa driving and managed to get through a couple of listens and your sound structures are well placed and timing is executed to add to the impact of the words themselves

Thank you, todski... I listened to your very hot read of your two pieces and wanted to hand back a portion of noise from me.

Let's hear you Piscator!! lol

 

[Lyricalli]

Peeking in, I saw some life in this thread, felt a bit of a nudge, and thought I'd add a little something, too.


Shakshuka

Tomatoes bubble gently
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just-so garlic
familiarity drifts through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen

His aged heart recalls
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land

Sarah, the oldest sister
could make it almost the same
and served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later

His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home

Now he watches his daughter
putting the eggs in to poach
always until the yolk is perfect
a point of pride for them both

Spoonfuls of memories
span a lifetime
love and loss
mingled in a simple, spicy stew
garnished with the stories
he tells his grandchildren




https://soundcloud.com/lyricalli/shakshuka

 

[champagne1982]

Really very poignant Calli. Thank you for a taste of your roots.

 

[Lyricalli]

Really very poignant Calli. Thank you for a taste of your roots.

Thank you, Champ. I can't claim the roots, but they are the roots of people dear to me, and I'm glad you think I captured them well.