"Space" Poetry Contest!

[WickedEve]

Space is an interesting word. It makes me think about how much I need my space, and how I love the space I'm now occupying, and how cool outer space is, and how complex our inner space can be. Lots of ways to interpret the word space!

Write any style of poem using the theme "Space", and post it to this thread.

The deadline is August 8th.

All entries will be posted on a new thread by the 9th, with a poll for voting. I'm not sure yet about the voting deadline.

The winner gets their poem posted on a separate thread for discussion, a neat little "poetry winner" icon to display in their sig line, and an opportunity to have their poem displayed on the home page of my sexlacious site.

I will not be entering a poem, but I hope everyone else participates!

 

[smithpeter]

I, smithpeter, will enter this space contest.
However, I wish to disqualify my submission from voting.

 

[WickedEve]

I, smithpeter, will enter this space contest.
However, I wish to disqualify my submission from voting.

No one would have voted on it anyway! LOL (I'm teasing sillypeter)

Hey guys, let me know if you all want to go the voting route, or just make this a poetry challenge with no voting.

 

[Guest]

Do you remember the old toast?

The man says:
When God made woman
he made her out of lace
and when he was done
he left a little space.

Here's to space!

The woman says:
When God made man
he made him out of string
and when he was done
he left a little thing.

Here's to string!

The horny one's say:

Here's to heat!
Not the kind that brings down
shacks and shanties
but the kind that brings down
pants and panties.

To heat!

 

[WickedEve]

I've never head that toast, but I like it! Thanks for posting it.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Space
this place
desired
through a curtain
of lace

where my finger probe
feel my tongue to enrobe
and space
in grace
I taste

 

[WickedEve]

Thank you, BD.

 

[REDWAVE]

Seven of Nine

I'll enter this poem about my favorite space babe:


SEVEN OF NINE

Space ice vixen
I drool over you each time I watch Voyager
You have that dominatrix look down pat
You seem so cold, so harsh, so uncaring
And yet (in your form-fitting costume) so much a
woman
Even though I mostly go the other way
I would love to have you standing over my helpless
abject form
And hear you say: "Resistance is futile. You will
be dominated!"
Then you would release a velcro strip on your
oh-so-tight outfit
And your pink quivering glistening pussy would
leap out at my eager tongue
And you would say: "Eat my pussy, slave, and do it
real good-- and maybe I won't beat you up too
bad afterwards-- just slap you around a little"
And yes, I would eat your pussy to the very best
of my ability
(Though I'm much more adept at sucking cock)
And maybe, just maybe, you might even reciprocate
a little--
Although that's really too much for an abject
slave like me to hope for--
Until then, I remain your adoring worshipper from
afar
Back here in the Alpha Quadrant
Seven of Nine
My penis salutes you

 

[JUDO]

In All This Darkness

In all this darkness,
Only cold breezes to keep me company.
I'm tired from thoughts
Of arms surrounding -
Of eyes admiring -
Of lips kissing -

Listed to one side
My knees cramp, but I do not move.
Instead I watch the stars
From atop the bedcovers.

No moon to please the eye.
Only the deep emptiness remains
Where my tears flow freely.

And I wait -
For the one who will
Warm my belly -
Take my breath -
Wet my lips -
Spread my legs -

And fill the empty space
In all this darkness.

 

[smithpeter]

spatial

ankles snuggling ears.
can you imagine
sharing your lover?
watching them lick
each others tongues?
cumming because of you
requires no effort

sneaking past your lavender
speaking to your pink-hushed
not even granite lasts forever
it melts, like love
in the clash of a universe
melding
obscurity w/purpose

 

[stargirl32]

Selfish space,




A small macrocosm inside my brain.
A place of free ideas,
dreams that try to take flight.
My thoughts naked as a jay bird ,
But a naked jay bird can't fly far.
trapped Within the force field
of implied rejection and others disdain .
But as I dream and think , the space grows.
Forming a bubble of clear thought
Striving to be heard over the screaming silence of space.











good luck every one

 

[Rybka]

Space - haiku

SPACE

Spock's dingleberries
asteroids up Uranus
the final frontier




Regards, Rybka

 

[Lauren Hynde]

The Cage I

this grandeur of not having it
is lesser than not yearning for

and if the fee for existence is grandeur
count me out
I will not exist
I will not exist even against grandeur

I was born air
shaped into people

I was born light
shaped into people

I do not comprehend myself
I breathe myself
I see myself textual

this shape of people averts me from being air
averts me from being light

and I was born air in spite of this shape of people
and I was born light in spite of this shape of people

I was born before myself
before this shape of people

I was grand before being born
into this shape of people

but this shape of people doesn't let me be grand

this is my cage
this is the cage of my own making
this is the cage that keeps me pacing about in the smallest possible space

I don't want to break out

 

[TheDR4KE]

Space

Insufficient space
to express
what I need to express:
myself

My self.
Thoughts and ideas,
urges, memories and blood:
aflame

A flame.
Fire of passion
burns in the
nothing.

No thing.
I am not what I express
but from where it comes:
space

 

[WickedEve]

Lots of GREAT poems! I'm glad I didn't submit one. The competition is fierce!
Lit is lucky to have this much talent.

 

[d7dlp0]

Space for my submission?

Space,
It's all alone mine.
It is my microcosm
where "I" take place.
We are all born with it.
Forever unable to misplace it.

It's the place where, emotionally,
I store my baggage.
Proving true, THAT old tired addage.

Space, It truly will be
My final frontier.

 

[Angeline]

My Space

Spaced Out

Sun Ra said that space is the place.
He got that right.
Space is the place where I’d like to be.
Uncluttered and peaceful I’m free:
put up my feet, spread my papers and books
Not have to put up with those looks.

You know what I mean?
J’accuse, Mommie Dearest!
Get outta my way! That’s where
I’m playing with Legos today.
Ok. So the couch then. Nope,
I guess not; Barbie lives there,
and the little snot with the body
has more clothes than me:
Barbie couture from Dior and Gucci!

If I try to sit at the other end,
Oh the things with which my poor
Tushy must fend. Very small shoes
In plastic, by dozens, designed for
Barbie and her forty odd cousins,
Demented toddlers, most with no hair,
Looking slightly befouled they await
The stray foot at the top of the stair.

Maybe the kitchen is where I can be
But one look and I’m bitchin because
I see dead juice boxes
Scattered about, empty cheese stick
Wrappers and close by the snout
Of my dog, O God help me
Another small shoe, which I
Wrestle away before she can chew.

I flee to the bathroom.
Just give me some space! But what
Do I see in my last hiding place?
The final frontier? Peering up
From the top of the hamper
All slick and agleam:
The “Get Organized Catalogue”
And all I can think as around me
My world continues to shrink is
In space, no one can hear you scream.

 

[_Land]

Working on Haiku (i think ?)

Space and time
long dark endless voids
waste lands

 

[_Land]

Fading Light

I search for the space inside my head
looking in storage
for one little thread

Pieces of info I locked deep inside
Oh no whats this
Access Denied

How can i now asymilate
the data
I use to determine my fate

I never even saw it coming
a virus rampant
swiftly running

I cant slow the arriving night
distant memorys
corrupted in shadows of twilight

I franticly look for what i dont know
empty space
Its all that will show


no more pain, no more sorrow
As i gaze at my empty head
but not to worry there's alway tommorrow

 

[WickedEve]

Just a spacey reminder: Tomorrow is the last day for entries. I have a really nice looking award icon ready for the winner to display. Voting will start on the 9th.

 

[JUDO]

I'm leaving town again. I will be out on business from Aug. 9th through Aug. 18th. Have fun. See you guys when I return.


- Judo

 

[WickedEve]

Going again?! We'll miss you!

 

[JUDO]

Yeah...I'll be leavin' Friday morning early. Gotta try and make a buck, ya know.


- Judo

 

[Rybka]

Judo

How about submitting your stanza to "Pretty Please Play with Me" before you leave us.

Purty please!

Regards Rybka

 

[lickmyboot]

my space contribution

Hee! Hee! Here's my Star Trek *Pooku

tricorder reading
Bones squatting, fingers probing
sourly, "He's dead, Jim."

*please note this description was coined by someone infinitely more creative than myself on another thread spouting off definitions of haiku--for those literalist bogged in symantics, I offer this...all my 'haiku' is pooku.

Thanku

lickmyboot