Spin like Rybka

[Guest]

I used to enjoy the "spinners" Rybka included in his reviews and I miss them both - Rybka and spinners. I propose a "spinner" thread where we can post our finds. It's a great way to find undiscovered poems and be reminded of earlier finds.

My first spin caught this tasty little fish................................


Slump by oxalis

You decide whether or not to spin repeatedly until you find something you like or post your first catch - be it boot or big fish.

 

[Liar]

Tee Hee

I hope good old R is lurking aroung. I'm sure this thread will put a grin on.

I took a bold spin on the erotic poems, and this was my third hit:

Cannon Beach Turnaround by denis hale

#L

 

[Guest]

I hope good old R is lurking aroung. I'm sure this thread will put a grin on.

I took a bold spin on the erotic poems, and this was my third hit:

Cannon Beach Turnaround by denis hale

#L

See...........there ya go. I hadn't seen denis' poem before.
Yowzer! Thanks Liar.

 

[Maria2394]

I used to enjoy the "spinners" Rybka included in his reviews and I miss them both - Rybka and spinners. I propose a "spinner" thread where we can post our finds. It's a great way to find undiscovered poems and be reminded of earlier finds.

My first spin caught this tasty little fish................................


Slump by oxalis

You decide whether or not to spin repeatedly until you find something you like or post your first catch - be it boot or big fish.

Great idea Tess!! I miss him too
I got this one on my first spin

Mistress Propriety, by ripewickedplumm

 

[echoes_s]

and I miss the Fish...

and found this

"My hair will be long" by Xtaabay

 

[champagne1982]

Well, I played and I caught this one on my spinner lure:

My Little One by someones dream is a good poem, expressing a mother's love and pride as she reflects on the successes of her child's life.

Thanks for the thread Tess.

 

[BooMerengue]

spinning

Linbido caught me with this one... Dawn Song

Go look...

 

[minsue]

*waving hand in air*
Oooh! Oooh!
Can I play, too?


I was feeling a bit visual so I had meself an Illustrated spin.

I was pleasantly surprised to come up with Bound By Love by GoodLilPet. I'd have liked it even more without the D/s context, but then it likely wouldn't have had the same emotion for the poet who wrote it.

- Mindy, author/poet-groupie

 

[Guest]

Spin, spin, spin...

And I find a 'Judo tasty write' that's worth extra spins... read it for yourself and find out.

- neo



The Anticipation of a Fast-Moving Squall Line
by JUDO ©

Electricity in the air,
Pushing me further than I would have imagined.
A darkening sense of inevitability
Pulls at my heart and my breath.

I'm not moving, yet I pant.

On elbows, she reads
Her blouse drooping, open to my gaze.
Forbidden treasures within
Bring my pulse to quaking.

 

[Angeline]

I spun the spinny thing and found a poem by one of my favorite former lit poet denizens, Smaugfire. He has some very good poetry here--check out his page if you get a chance.

Back Hoe and a Cigarette
by Smaugfire ©

he walked with hat down, arms raised high
holding aloft his life, his soul, his indulgence.
a back hoe in one hand, held vertical, gripping
him like a machine pumps life into a vegetable,
an umbilical cord, all he knew wanting it back
with a Marlboro in the other hand and a green
lighter to set fire to the world, to find god down
that crowded street so alone. spat upon like this,
he walked down Santa Clara. none saw the
man, visible as he was, wanting the world to
give it all back! the dirt, the simplicity before,
now blind and ready to return with as much as
when he arrived. and I often wonder what it
would feel like to have a 50. Cal rip through my
bodily organs, and ponder how that woman’s
tight ass would feel as she bends over the
counter they way she always does, and to tread
the dangerous grounds of power and control, the
feeling of firing a revolver point blank at innocence.
at least he had something to lose.
I think I will mourn his loss.

 

[SeattleRain]

you want to spank me with what?

okay I got a cramp in my finger from clicking the spinner on the erotic page

damn they pretty much nearly all suck
and fuck
and clit and snow blanket
and I love my master
deep dream
and slow kiss

ah love
I know it is hard to write erotic poetry
shouldn't be such a bitch about it.

but I gave up and found this just so my search was not completely futile and because the last line almost made me pee with laughter.

Seattle

damn when do I get an AV, rhetorical,
I feel like I have been here for fucking ever.

Spankin' Sally
by Clymax ©

My Name is Sally
and I wanna ride
So give me some face
I need to glide
And rub my clit
all over your nose
And while I'm at it
do you suppose...

You can give me a finger
or make it two
Feel my pussy
taste my dew

Let me rock you
with style and grace
As I smear my juice
all over the place
I want to spank you with my pussy!

 

[champagne1982]

oooh..

It's rare to find an erotic poem that fits my definition. This one, Daydreams of a Catholic Schoolboy by Alex Finch, manages exceedingly well.

Enticing, descriptive and sexy... not crass or pornographic, just good writing.

 

[Cordelia]

I found this wonderful little gem:

if all the greys were lilacs
by poetboy824 ©

she was a girl
in a woman’s skin

refused to let
the world in

she lived as if
all the grays

were lilacs
in bright bouquets

~~~~~~~

A lovely way to start my morning.



Cordelia

 

[Syndra Lynn]

First spin caught a Syn

I decided to post the first catch, and it aint bad at all.

Carnal Syn (great name!) brings us Candle Wax Drips

The repeating lines spiral the poem out and back and lead us to the beginning again. I like the images and the pattern. Read it through once for pleasure, then again to untangle the twisted pattern.

I like this game! Thanks to Rybka for the idea and Tristesse for starting it up and the rest of you for letting me play.

Syn

 

[Guest]

Three spins and I find a good one. How lucky is that?

- neo



9 by smithpeter ©

[...]

it’s almost 9:00 night, doing nothing
shirt tail out
scruffy
good strong thighs
velvet elvis
low scoop beauties
black sheen
anti gravity cat
pro gravity dog,
ethereal tome of
literary violence
mentions
the brief shining moment
when America is convinced it’s on fire
buried in fat
drowned by rapacious blood weapon

[...]

 

[echoes_s]

See...........there ya go. I hadn't seen denis' poem before.
Yowzer! Thanks Liar.

Geez. Denis always grabs a person with his writing no matter what he has to say or how he says it, but damn, this poem just....leaves one wordless!

 

[Guest]

damn, this poem just....leaves one wordless!

My reaction, exactly. Since others have been posting their finds I think denis's should be too.


Cannon Beach Turnaround
by denis hale

Coming
awake in the palpitating
dawn, limbs akimbo and tangled
up with yours on the big Bugs Bunny
beach towel-- august sun rising
in the east like a huge red horny
cock head stoking the bellows
of seething salt sea air.

Gulls
doves and cormorants square dancing
out by the milky breakers, sand
in my hair, on my lips, on cheek
and chin like chocolate mescaline
soaking through beard stubble
charging each inhale with palpable
hallucinatory current.

Watching
you there-- touseled flaxen locks,
gentle rise and fall of sand dollar
nipples as you peacefully, sweetly snore
and it's hard to keep perspective; I mean is
this really the same girl who fucked my
lights out mere hours before, turning
my tool into a pinwheeling glowworm
buoy marker sucked up in wave after
wave thrashing in her tide pull pussy?

Leeward of our little stick-pile fire the
flames licked at your green eyes blazing,
your mouth working out sounds and words
I'd never heard before, or since.

The other camps nearby were mere
firefly winks-- pinhole peeker glints
in the dark high tide spray, their wolf
whistles, cat calls and cups of keg beer
raised at the creamy flashing clouds above
in the moonlight like cumshots

toasting us!


Months later, when
you left I would start
to have real issues with the coast,
started dreaming of high deserts
and solitary delirium marches...

sea birds were nothing but bone picker
dive bombers, their air raid screeches
genuinely

frightening, the

ultramarine tides rising ruthless
on autumn mornings could and would carry
unwary children wading in the undertow
out to sea and then come back laughing, lapping
at the legs of new victims, hissing for more...

Safe now, buried up to the crotch
in a pristine sandcastle of memory,

I wait

so antsy for you to wake it's a
beautiful day babe wake up please
wake up so I can whisper words I never
did then

to make you stay.

 

[Guest]

Two Saturday-procrastinatin' spins brought this by jthserra. Great use of language and another I hadn't seen before.


Superlative

Forgive my reflex
I often gag on the superlatives
choke those words aloud.
A lout with pen and ink
sinks in a cuckold of mediocrity
the aristocracy of verse
anointed and appointed
judge and jury, adoring fans.
“I am,” what he is – all the same
fame in a fishbowl, expanded
the magnification of water
so pure and clean as algae grows
shows the greening of thought
caught in the flotsam, littered phrases
phases in a oeuvre, scratched
in tidbits, torn pages and Elmer’s.
The wastebasket fills too slowly
as the wary match yearns completion
the poetry of flame….
Yet I return, retching
in iambic gasps, silly rhythms
and hidden rhyme (all the time).
I’m of the ilk, yet am still amazed
at the silken words spider spun
the cyclic web, sickly sweet.
Prey poet, word lord – god
listen, listen their vesper calls
your black ink jaws, the victim falls.

 

[jthserra]

Oh my Tristesse...

No telling what you'll unearth here.


Well, it does sound fun, I'll give it a try...


I came across something interesting on my first spin. I am drawn to dominant/submissive poetry, expecially those that delve into the psychological aspects of it all. I found one I liked written by: E-Nymph titled Emotional Dom

The lines are double spaced, which was a little distracting, but the phrasing was interesting and it flowed well as I read it. Here's a short exerpt:

"torture me with your memories

flay me at your whim-

make me crawl for your forgiveness

punish me for imagined sins."


The rhyme was subdued and unforced. I liked the way she emphasized the dominant versus submissive through the language rather than in her font or capitalization choice. I will be reading some more of her work... E-Nymph


jim : )

 

[Maria2394]

I got lucky woth steve porter ( and I bet thats news to him!!!)

all the ones

this was already one of my all time favorite Lit poems, and when it popped up on spinner, I thought, well, it was meant to be shared again

 

[Guest]

Spin for today.

Panic Agian Panic by neonurotic. He captures the suffocating feeling of a panic attack perfectly here.

 

[Tathagata]

Look Into Me
by Catbabe

I loved the whole idea of it and, as I said, if only I'd known all those times the other person might be thinking the same thing.
A look inside hope and desire that most of us feel but won't admit

 

[JCSTREET]

my first spin got me

Rock-A-Bye Breezy

by fawnie ©

Lullabies past,
tomorrow's proms.
She dances past
curves,
puberty,
eww boys.
Moments spent rocking,
wiping flung peas from the wall,
vanished.
"hush little baby"
replaced by Celine,
"a new day has come"
Like memories kept
and photogragh albums,
she grows.
Do I dare close my eyes,
wake in the morning,
to discover the door
no longer swings open.

 

[Angeline]

One Spin and....

bare flame in orchid forest
by 2rivers ©

bare flame in orchid forest

over again
we darken our space till black and cobalt
match shade, your eyes are flame
the color of my desire
to blow onto your face
your nose, naked eyes

the cradle of each others arms

unprotected make up of
matter
untouchable matter
ghost stuff

two mirrors
broken in their own way
one happy
the other crying

so join the few
shattered lost
and found shards
good for mosaic
eye corner grit for glue
powdered lime

 

[JCSTREET]

got a note from rybka

pronounce "roobka"

she was in Rostov-on-Don when I was hanging out in moskva and murmansk in the late 80s (murmansk was originally populated by the murmans - before it was taken over by ballistic missile boomers.

tremendous coincidence since I had just posted to this thread for the first time and thought rybka was someone from the long distant past

hmmm

hi rybka--kak dela