TABOO (check out this thread Freehawk)

[WickedEve]

Here's a little game we haven't played in awhile. It's kind of like a ruler that slaps your mind when you try to sneak a cliché word or phrase into a poem.

Here's the challenge:
Write an erotic poem about two lovers finally getting together after a 20 year separation.

Taboo words (words that I better not see in your poem!):
Passion
Fire
Burn
Heat
Heart
ecstasy
soft
caress
tears
pussy
cock
flower
manhood
womanhood
bliss
kiss
desire
Soul


Don't use the taboo words. (I think I named enough that should keep out most overused phrases.) Just think of some other way to say it. Go ahead, it's good practice.
Remember to show and not tell. Don't tell me that there is passion. Give me examples of passion that lead me to the conclusion that there is passion. Don't tell me that the couple is in bed. I want more detail. I want to see the room and smell the candles, etc. Make this poem your own and not a bunch of words that sound like a thousand other poems out there.

 

[WickedEve]

By the way, I'm not saying those "taboo" words should never be used in a poem. Passion, desire, bliss, etc. can be used effectively when you know what your doing.

 

[OT]

giddy last look
at year book pictures

frantic slow motion
then
blurred midst tangled sheets
now

neither of us smoke
but need to
after

pizza delivery
rings and rings
and
rings

we thought we were hungry

 

[Angeline]

Here is a perfect example

of poetry's inability to sit down and behave. I started out trying to follow Mistress Wicked's rules, but this poem insisted on being born instead. And as anyone who has ever been in labor knows, "no" is not an option.

Green Eyes Redux

Twenty years have passed
since I was crazy about you
because you held my hand
through bad times, always
made me laugh, green eyes,
I threw a pie at you!

We took early morning drives,
flew down New York City streets
with music blasting outtasite,
as if we owned the world.

I was so young the night
we tried to climb Tea-Table Rock
in giggles and pitch dark.

When I bumped into you,
oh jesus what a scare!
I jumped a foot, so silly,
thought you were a bear,
and we fell laughing,
till we fell into a stare.

Twenty years.
Why does it seem
like yesterday?

I still remember
how I shook inside a little
from the way you looked
at me and brushed grass
from my face, saying low

Your hair is beautiful, like silk.


Now miles and years separate us,
stand like walls, impenetrable,
built with bricks of other lovers,
marriages, and now no longer
even Christmas cards or calls.

Illusion is a trickery,
and maybe it gets crazier
with time, as if I see us
in a fun-house mirror
smiling, waving,
as if memories were negatives,
or the flip side of truth.

But sometimes if I'm thoughtful
or a day is passing slow,
green eyes, I still remember you,
and wonder why I let you go.

 

[The_Fool]

WE word list

You got all the woohoo frilly romantic shit words except for cock and pussy. I worry about you sometimes Wicked...

 

[champagne1982]

You In Blue

archived elsewhere

 

[Guest]

Such a long time gone by
Remembering moments as he hears her sigh
Feeling her warmth as she lay next to him
A chance meeting, together on a whim

He turns now to show her she's been missed
Sensing her shiver as his tongue parts her lips
Giving her all that he has and then some
For they never thought they would again be one

Slowly now as he teases her gently
Watching, hearing, feeling her so intently
The climax grows into an explosion of colors
Taking her past all the wonders

The ache for her slowly slipping away
Holding each other tightly as they lay
Side by side in utter delight
And only the beginning of the night

 

[kattyman]

I love challenges and I love writing poetry,
But this game is too darn easy for me.
Writing a poem using all those words,
Doesn't tax my brain like a flock of birds.
But I'll give it try
And try not to cry
Cause I'm the king of pomp
So here's my romp!

Two Passionate Hearts Beating As One

The fire of his passion burned deep in his heart
The heat of her kiss brought tears to his eyes
His roaring cock pushed hard moving her legs apart
Her hand felt soft caressing his muscular thighs
The desire ran deep between them after 20 years
His manhood, her womanhood, they remembered the bliss
She whispered like a flower her words of love
The ecstasy he felt as her lips met his in a kiss
From his soul he knew she had been sent by heaven above

 

[kattyman]

A virgin-what does that mean
Oh, say, does it mean I'm clean
Or a naughty little guy
With curls in the sky.

I do like haiku
Haiku haiku hai haiku
Yes I do, I do

I like this-how do I publish these on the sight?

 

[kattyman]

Oops, what a fright
I guess I meant site!

 

[WickedEve]

I love challenges and I love writing poetry,
But this game is too darn easy for me.
Writing a poem using all those words,
Doesn't tax my brain like a flock of birds.

You don't use the Taboo words in the poem. The challenge is to avoid them like cream cheese on a tuna sandwich.

 

[OT]

You don't use the Taboo words in the poem. The challenge is to avoid them like cream cheese on a tuna sandwich.

Far be it from me to argue with one so wise and wicked as you, but cream cheese and tuna sounds like it might be good together. (I'll let you know for certain after tomorrow's lunch )

 

[Angeline]

Cream cheese and tuna? Bleeeurgh! (There! That was mature, wasn't it? Exactly what I tell my kids not to do, haha.) But OT, tuna salad can have mayo (not miracle whip), onion, celery, even chopped pickle, but cream cheese? I'm usually a free thinker, but no, no, no.

 

[darkmaas]

I'm with OT. The subtle tuna flavour and mild cheese pair nicely. What's missing is either a bit of acidic (say a hint of lemon or a mild sweet pickle) or for someone a bit more daring, sweet (as in some raisins or dried cranberries worked into the cream cheese. Then a bit of lettuce (sorry Viola) to give some crunch... poetry.


darkmaas

 

[Angeline]

I'm with OT. The subtle tuna flavour and mild cheese pair nicely. What's missing is either a bit of acidic (say a hint of lemon or a mild sweet pickle) or for someone a bit more daring, sweet (as in some raisins or dried cranberries worked into the cream cheese. Then a bit of lettuce (sorry Viola) to give some crunch... poetry.


darkmaas

Maybe I'm feeling perverse, but that so makes me want to go to the beach, to the boardwalk and eat something low and unhealthy like a hot dog with mustard and relish and a side of greasy fries covered in ketchup.

 

[darkmaas]

Must be lunch time on the East Coast.

We return this thread to it's original theme which I recollect concerns the banishment of clichés. As such, I should think the garnished hot dog is out of order.

Psst. ... You've got a gob of mustard on the end of your nose

Respectfully,

darkmaas.

 

[Angeline]

Oh no I don't, and you know why? I just flicked it at you.


P.S. And how long was the plum sauce in the fridge again, o galloping gourmet?

 

[OT]

Hallmark Cheese

missing from twenty years
of cold tuna and cheese sandwiches
eaten over the sink

not
the basket of fresh bread
crisp salad and steaming soup
arranged on white linen

rather
your reflection in the silver


(Cheesy attempt to make it look like this thread hasn't been totally hijacked )
Now that I've appeased the poetry police, I'll go on to say that I had the said sandwhich for lunch and it wasn't bad at all -- c'mon Ang, you mean you've never had a tuna-melt ?

 

[champagne1982]

Re: Hallmark Cheese

you mean you've never had a tuna-melt ?

No but I've made an ice cube .

 

[WickedEve]

Well, good gracious. What's wrong with you people? Can't a person mention cream cheese and tuna without y'all taking over the thread and acting like children?!


meatloaf and caramel sauce

 

[darkmaas]

d'maas said:

You've got a gob of mustard on the end of your nose

Angeline rudely replied:

Oh no I don't, and you know why? I just flicked it at you.

Lost Lunch Blues

Didn't eat no lunch babe
Didn't even snack
Dijon smeared across ma face
Must a been gobsmacked



oops, sorry eve.

 

[Angeline]

Lest we turn Eve's lovely thread in an Animal House-like food fight (which, frankly, she seems to be encouraging), I shall readjust my halo and refrain from pointing out to certain people that (in the immortal words of children everywhere) he started it.

A few specifics.

darkmaas, my dear man,

People on the boardwalk at the Jersey shore do not eat dijon mustard on their hot dogs. The mustard is generally an unspecified brand of a psychodellically bright yellow hue. Alternatively, there may--at the swankier stands--be little packets of spicy brown mustard, but that's as fancy as it gets. No dijon. No cranberries. No capers. Etc. At the end of the season, leftovers are saved for patching potholes on the Garden State Parkway.

Furthermore, were you to ask the chap behind the grill for "dijon," he would look at you with a disdain you perhaps cannot concieve, before shouting over his shoulder something like "Yo Paulie? Dis guy wants deee-johnnn." (Add rude gesture.) "I got his deee-johnnn right here. Fugeddaboudit!" General merriment will then ensue.

For a more realistic sense of this milieu, you may want to listen to this.



O.T. my friend,

No. Never had a tuna melt. I swear it. It's a cultural thing maybe. I also never had any kind of seafood till I was about 19 when my then-boyfriend took me to Old Bookbinders in Philly and I was no longer a lobster virgin, so to speak. And may I say that after that first strange experience, I came to love lobster and well, never mind....

Love,
Ange, Jersey Girl

 

[OT]

Food Fight Truce

(for the tuna-deprived children of Angeline)

lightly toast the bagel
butter if you please
spread the tuna thinly
top it with some cheese

leave it in the broiler
'til the top begins to bubble
ten minutes and your kids are fed
with very little trouble

 

[Angeline]

(for the tuna-deprived children of Angeline)

Trust me when I tell you they are not the deprived ones, tuna or otherwise.

 

[Elron]

twenty and a day
a night away

a knock a rap
a quite hello

a gentle touch
lips to lips

softness shed
nightgown loose

hands moving
trousers lost

more to touch
more to feel

a spark
a shout, an ember aglow

laying, moving
to and fro

rising, falling,
thrusting, grinding

being, seeing
feeling, doing

faster, slower
depths untold

a smile, a moan
an eye glowing

quickened pace
shortened breaths

pleasure strokes
inward now

wetness clenches
hardened shaft

milking, boiling
holding on

sweat beaded
backs glistening

another moan,
a sigh, release

a day and twenty
a night of peace.