Not really saying I'm a poet at all but...someone challenged me so...

[FurryFury]

(The one one major restriction -- do it on-the-spot. Don't have anything ready when you open the posting window. Just open it up, and *THEN* start composing. That was the challenge.)

I adore the rain
sunshine
and the scent of roses

I love the taste
of cherries
and sour dough

Cover me in silk
smother me
in warm flesh

Make me sing
and dance
then lick your skin

A public amusement
laughter shared
for a moment all are one

The private show
party of two
delights murmured & screamed

Soft feline fur
gently purrs
time to sleep and dream

Rain & Sunshine
Tastes & Sensations
Dreams made real

 

[Guest]

this is a good sensory poem. keep challenging yourself because you're doing well.... check out this thread: all of a sudden passion suddenly . it's where all of us crazy poets let it all hang out and get it on.

by the way, welcome to the Poetry forum

 

[FurryFury]

this is a good sensory poem. keep challenging yourself because you're doing well.... check out this thread: all of a sudden passion suddenly . it's where all of us crazy poets let it all hang out and get it on.

by the way, welcome to the Poetry forum

Hi Neonurotic!

Thank you for the welcome! I do like poems I'm just not very good at them.
Thanks for liking that one. That thread is great!!!

Now I was challenged to do it again but this one is rather negative. It is from a vengeful ghost to a vampire he is haunting. He hates her and loves her, how much of either he is not sure.

She considers him "the great love of her life." He has convinced her that she is responsible for his death. The longer a vengeful ghost is haunting the worse they get. I love the dynamic between them. His love/hate of her. Her blind acceptance and sacrifices for him, the only constant in her existence.

Yet there are times he can't help but love her. There are times he helps her.
Anyway that is the back story on the poem.

*hugs*

Fury

(Rutledge to Valdis)

You will feel me in your dreams
In the shower as the spray hits your body
On the air when the breeze flows across your lips
You will feel me.

You may want to or you may not
It doesn’t matter in the end, I will always be there
I will haunt you every night make you feel shame
You will feel me.

I will drive you to your destruction
Make you see where you have erred
Watch you cut yourself and bleed for me
You will feel me.

What you are, the lies you tell?
That can’t save you now
I will cling to you and ride your skin
You will feel me digging in.

I will laugh when you hurt.
Tease you into dark despair
Tell you again all your sins whisper them against your hair
You will feel me.

Yet still you want more of me
How foolish and strong your “love” can be
You plot to make me flesh thinking I don’t know?
Oh you will feel me.

You think we share a great love?
Those spare moments when you made me smile
Or when I helped you track and kill?
Yes, you feel me.

Go ahead with your necromantic plans dear
Bring me back to life, suck on me
Make me scream hand me a torch and a knife.
Then you will feel me

(the end)

 

[Guest]

What you are, the lies you tell?
That can’t save you now
I will cling to you and ride your skin
You will feel me digging in.
existence.

I like... this is a good story-like poem. I especially like this line: 'I will cling to you and ride your skin '

 

[FurryFury]

I like... this is a good story-like poem. I especially like this line: 'I will cling to you and ride your skin '

Hi Neonurotic!

I think I really like you now!

*hugs*

Thanks!

I actually love the story of Valdis and Rutledge and would like to play it out someday.

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

In her sleep,
her body sought HIM.

Her right knee
was as high
as her shoulder.
Her left heel touching
the foot of her beloved husband
yet still she dreamed of HIM.

The silky cat woke her,
stretching on her arm,
curling tail and paw around her,
rasping with sandpaper tongue
on her left elbow.

No!
Take me back
to sweet rest,
take me back
to him,
she thought.

She nuzzled
against the silk covered
feather pillow,
petted the cat
back to quietude,
slipped a finger
between her breasts
and drifted back off.

In her dreams
she was with HIM.
Touching his skin,
her fingertips
drinking in his energy,
feeling his textures.

She kissed him sweetly
all over his face,
then all over his body.

She was in his lap.
Her ears took in
his heart song.
He began to move her
for his pleasure.

She was overjoyed,
excited,
wondering
what would come next?

Cruelly
she was ripped
from slumber
by the horrid sound
of a leaf blower.
A useless machine,
that so many
seem to worship
without regard
for the environment
or fellow man.

She turned on her computer,
pushing the cat aside a little
and wrote an e-mail to HIM.

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

After a bad night of arguing:

Two lovers at odds
Their words, well meant, cut like knives
Each hears condemnation and feels pain
They are too different, alien now to one another
Each tries once more, to explain
They see in the other, a cruel vision of their mother
There can be no true concord
No truce, no peace, as hard and sincerely as they may try
Yet still they do try amid their wretchedness
Only this can they make, further strife without cease
Until at last the outrage and torment build too high
One walks away willing the argument to die
But die it won't, it never does
Instead it grows stronger tearing at them forever internally
to continue the eternal struggle of human against human

In the morning, they kiss and woo
They say they are sorry
They say "I love you."
Every word is meant
So were they meant the night before
Their hearts still beat together
And yet they are whored

Is this true love?
Is this the best we can do?
They have to wonder why is this, this way?
Do things look clearer now that it is day?
The answer may surprise, it is yes.
It is borne out by the fact they continue to persist
It is borne out by the pain, the conflict and sorrow
And the shine of tears in their eyes as they kiss
Emotions run high as they should
Tears of joy or pain, in the end it is the same
From such emotions comes both evil and good.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Two lovers at odds
Their words, well meant, cut like knives
Each hears condemnation and feels pain
They are too different, alien now to one another
Each tries once more, to explain
They see in the other, a cruel vision of their mother
There can be no true concord
No truce, no peace, as hard and sincerely as they may try
Yet still they do try amid their wretchedness
Only this can they make, further strife without cease
Until at last the outrage and torment build too high
One walks away willing the argument to die
But die it won't, it never does
Instead it grows stronger tearing at them forever internally
to continue the eternal struggle of human against human

In the morning, they kiss and woo
They say they are sorry
They say "I love you."
Every word is meant
So were they meant the night before
Their hearts still beat together
And yet they are whored

Is this true love?
Is this the best we can do?
They have to wonder why is this, this way?
Do things look clearer now that it is day?
The answer may surprise, it is yes.
It is borne out by the fact they continue to persist
It is borne out by the pain, the conflict and sorrow
And the shine of tears in their eyes as they kiss
Emotions run high as they should
Tears of joy or pain, in the end it is the same
From such emotions comes both evil and good.

Miss Furry

 

[FurryFury]

Miss Furry

Thank you!

Fury

 

[Liar]

Not really saying I'm a poet at all but...someone challenged me so...

That's how it begins.There's no escape now. Muahahah...

 

[FurryFury]

That's how it begins.There's no escape now. Muahahah...

*grins*

I hardly ever try to escape.

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

So are any of these poems good enough to submit or not?

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

I cut myself and enjoy the freedom
of coming out of my skin,
as I slice the darkness
with a shaft of light.
The darkness it is meant
to accompany and cloak
my surrender to sleep
but this I fight
I always fight
In this precious time
with the small glow
my energies rise.
It is night.
Others sleep.
I enjoy looking at them,
stroking their skin or fur
my lips curve into a smile
I can strip away
the needs of others
in this time,
my time
and be just me.
As much as I love them,
as much as I need
to be wanted
this is my balm.
It may be nothing
more or less
than reading a book.
Letting my mind float
in other worlds,
while my stresses
ease away
but this is my bliss.
Until the un-cried tears
find me and flow
or I rest my eyes
only to find
I've at last
given into dreams
or a temporary death
I never want to sleep
I never want to stop
I never want to wake up
I cut the light
I tell the little girl
Inside me
that I love her
that I will take care of her
She tells me she loves me too.
She says this to me
Good night in the morning light.

 

[The Mystery Valiant]

In my firm opinion

They are excellent! They are gloriously ready for submission except the first! Punctuation. It is needed and would help the reader to focus on the stanza's seperately rather than as a whole. I'm sure that I am going to feel some negative banter for this as I already have been questioned as to the purpose of my punctuation.

But I'm sorry, little diatribe. But I really love your poems. They exude some real charm and perception. This is a challenge perfectly met, and I applaud your intricate vision and delicate touch to your images. I really don't see what the others are tasking you for. Great stuff! Will keep track of this thread and I look forward to seeing your name in the "Poetry Review" sticky!

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/whistlemaker/Dragon3alt.jpg​

 

[FurryFury]

They are excellent! They are gloriously ready for submission except the first! Punctuation. It is needed and would help the reader to focus on the stanza's seperately rather than as a whole. I'm sure that I am going to feel some negative banter for this as I already have been questioned as to the purpose of my punctuation.

But I'm sorry, little diatribe. But I really love your poems. They exude some real charm and perception. This is a challenge perfectly met, and I applaud your intricate vision and delicate touch to your images. I really don't see what the others are tasking you for. Great stuff! Will keep track of this thread and I look forward to seeing your name in the "Poetry Review" sticky!


http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=264347

Thank you very much!

I rarely get comments at all much less such good ones! *hugs*

I'll be thinking about puntuation, I promise.

Fury

 

[DeepAsleep]

"I'm not really saying I'm a poet."

Never trust anyone who calls themselves a poet.

I fear they want to be a poet more than they want to write poetry.

~R
"Holy shit! I'm a Guru, now? Maaadness."

 

[FurryFury]

"I'm not really saying I'm a poet."

Never trust anyone who calls themselves a poet.

I fear they want to be a poet more than they want to write poetry.

~R
"Holy shit! I'm a Guru, now? Maaadness."

LOL!

True enough I guess.

Fury

 

[The Mystery Valiant]

Not Even!

"I'm not really saying I'm a poet."
Never trust anyone who calls themselves a poet.
I fear they want to be a poet more than they want to write poetry.
~R
"Holy shit! I'm a Guru, now? Maaadness."

"Only a charlatan allows the title to make his mark and not his heart!" Anonymous


http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/whistlemaker/Dragon3alt.jpg

 

[FurryFury]

"Only a charlatan allows the title to make his mark and not his heart!" Anonymous


http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/whistlemaker/Dragon3alt.jpg

Pretty words! And a Dragon pic! *purrs and smiles*

Fury

 

[The Mystery Valiant]

Pretty words! And a Dragon pic! *purrs and smiles*

Fury

The pic is a true painting done by my nephew, Michael Melnick. I paid him for the painting of which the commisioner had qualms of paying the amount he requested. But it was altered some to fit my personal dragon. I was born in 1952. The year of the "Dragon" according to the Chinese Zodiac. The Dragon lays upon stones of "Amethyst". Very cool!

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/whistlemaker/Dragon3alt.jpg​

 

[FurryFury]

The pic is a true painting done by my nephew, Michael Melnick. I paid him for the painting of which the commisioner had qualms of paying the amount he requested. But it was altered some to fit my personal dragon. I was born in 1952. The year of the "Dragon" according to the Chinese Zodiac. The Dragon lays upon stones of "Amethyst". Very cool!

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/whistlemaker/Dragon3alt.jpg​

VERY nice!!!

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

It's late
so late that morning light threatens
to pierce the black of night.

I try
try so hard to find peaceful sleep
wrapping my arms around my throbbing head.

My skin
is soothing, so cool and soft
I wonder if I still have my silk robe on?

I press
my flesh so hard against my head
the pressure seems to help the pain a little

Turning
my face I kiss my arm
meeting soft flesh and not thin silk.

I did
take off my robe I decide
my own skins softness surprises me, making me smile.

Fury

 

[FurryFury]

This is more of a song thing but it's kind of floetry too. LMAO:

Should I see a doc for my head?
How can I?
When I don’t want to get out of bed?
I slide
Lower
In the covers

Should I go to the ER soon?
Will apprehension
Be my doom
I cover
My head
Hiding in silk.

Well, I refuse to be sick anymore!
I am kicking out the pain cause just she’s a whore.
Always wanting my attention
Always evading comprehension

I declare myself
Well
I declare myself
A pain free zone
I’m all right
I’m staying home
Where I’m safe
With my illusions

Should I take some sweet drugs?
What would help?
if anything will?
I listen
To my cat
Purr.

Well, I refuse to be sick anymore!
I am kicking out the pain cause just she’s a whore.
Always wanting my attention
Always evading comprehension

I declare myself
Well.
I declare myself
A pain free zone
I’m all right
I’m staying home
Where I’m safe
With my illusions