The Poets' Collaboration Thread

[The Poets]

Thanks to the participation on the Pretty Please Play With Me thread, The Poets now have 5 successful poems online.

For the Love of Luna's Light
4.31

Ghosts
4.11

Love Lies in the Rain
4.67

Romeo Is Bleeding: a hypersonnet
4.42

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=59926]Severed Time In A Row
4.83

The original thread has grown and evolved, so I'm hope that by starting this new thread we can regain our focus on crafting well-written pieces that can be published online.

Everyone is welcome to contribute. As before, we will all get a chance to begin a poem that will be added to by our fellow poets. The poet who posts the initial stanza/strophe will have the opportunity to have final edit. Each poet participating will retain the copyright to their stanza/s. All poems will be submitted under the name The Poets, with each participating poet receiving credit for their contribution.

Eve

 

[JUDO]

So, we're going to use this thread for starting new collaborations?

Hey, did the adventures of "Randy what's-his-name" get posted?

And, who's up? Or is the batting order open? (Sorry, been watching too much baseball lately.)


- Judo

 

[WickedEve]

Okay, who wants to get the ball rolling? Anyone have an interesting idea for a poem? Angeline, want to try again? I'm still hoping old Rowdy Ted will some day make it to the new poems list! lol
I'll see if I can come up with an idea if you poets are out of them... though, I doubt that.

 

[WickedEve]

So, we're going to use this thread for starting new collaborations?

Hey, did the adventures of "Randy what's-his-name" get posted?

And, who's up? Or is the batting order open? (Sorry, been watching too much baseball lately.)


- Judo

I think Rowdy is lost deep in some dark, moist cave.
I don't know who's next! Any volunteers?

 

[JUDO]

Aw, heck, I'll go again, if no one objects.
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Beneath The Sheets

Filtered soft glow, blue with moon
'Neath a ceiling so low with waves,
Blood flows too fast between skins --
Naked, sweating and swelled from craves.

 

[WickedEve]

Aw, heck, I'll go again, if no one objects.
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Beneath The Sheets

Filtered soft glow, blue with moon
'Neath a ceiling so low with waves,
Blood flows too fast between skins --
Naked, sweating and swelled from craves.

This is good (which is no surprise) Is this the beginning of a sonnet?

 

[WickedEve]

Looking at it again, I don't think it's a sonnet. (whew! lol) But can you tell me the images you had in your mind when you wrote it?

 

[JUDO]

Here's what I was thinking.

That rarified air between the sheets
Where lovers bloom in love.
Hot as the sun on a cold, cool night,
Layered between percale or cotton or silk,
Searching out the precious --
Lust's sweet milk.

(* a low humming chuckle *)

 

[WickedEve]

Here's what I was thinking.

That rarified air between the sheets
Where lovers bloom in love.
Hot as the sun on a cold, cool night,
Layered between percale or cotton or silk,
Searching out the precious --
Lust's sweet milk.

(* a low humming chuckle *)

Ahhh... lol I thought the low ceiling was a blanket, but wanted to make sure I had a clear image of what was happening in the poem.

 

[HomerPindar]

Here's what I was thinking.

That rarified air between the sheets
Where lovers bloom in love.
Hot as the sun on a cold, cool night,
Layered between percale or cotton or silk,
Searching out the precious --
Lust's sweet milk.

(* a low humming chuckle *)

Ahhh... lol I thought the low ceiling was a blanket, but wanted to make sure I had a clear image of what was happening in the poem.

oh geez, ok, memo to self, do not read the halloween thread before reading any other thread... tends to put images of vampires in my head

HomerPindar

 

[JUDO]

oh geez, ok, memo to self, do not read the halloween thread before reading any other thread... tends to put images of vampires in my head

HomerPindar

A wreath of garlic, HP?

 

[Angeline]

Ted

I hate him now. You do know that, Eve? lol

Lauren is away till the 18th. She'll chase me down on yahoo and msn--you have no idea how persistent that woman can be, lol--but I don't care! You hear me Hynde???? I DON'T CARE!!! Do you know, Lauren, what it's like to be haunted by a stupid dildo--and it's not even my dildo, for god's sake--who (listen to me, I'm calling it a "who") is named after my survey of English Lit prof who I had such a crush on, but he turned out to be gay and....

Ok. breathing into a paper bag. breathe in. breathe out.

I feel like Marley from A Christmas Carol, clanking along with Ted chained to me.

Eve I am going to retrieve him. To make him a poem. Will you post him then? Or send me the password for The Poets and I will. Then I'm taking Ted outside and burying him and then I'm going to howl at the moon.

Farewell Ted. You bastard.

 

[WickedEve]

Angeline, hussy, it's because of you that I had to start this new thread. I was trying to leave the stench of Ted behind us all! Let's just finish it and let it be over! And don't any of you out there ever mention that cursed prick again!
I'll PM you the password.

 

[JUDO]

Re: Ted

I feel like Marley from A Christmas Carol, clanking along with Ted chained to me.

Eve I am going to retrieve him. To make him a poem. Will you post him then? Or send me the password for The Poets and I will. Then I'm taking Ted outside and burying him and then I'm going to howl at the moon.

Farewell Ted. You bastard.

ROTFLMAO! (* whew *). Priceless.

 

[Angeline]

Ted is dead.

Actually he's posted. If anybody gives me any shit about it, I'm diggin him up and mailing him to them.

(<------ Ted's cousin, Banana Bob)

 

[Zhuk]

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[TheDR4KE]

Beneath The Sheets

[Judo]
Filtered soft glow, blue with moon
'Neath a ceiling so low with waves,
Blood flows too fast between skins --
Naked, sweating and swelled from craves.

[Zhuk]
Crests and troughs in stationary flow
egged on by the toiling slaves,
as tongues of cold water seek out,
little crevices of the mysterious caves.

[Drake]
At dinner, in the open light
she implored him that he behaves
himself - later, draped over her thighs
with endless moans now, she raves.

 

[HomerPindar]

Re: Ted

I hate him now. You do know that, Eve? lol

Lauren is away till the 18th. She'll chase me down on yahoo and msn--you have no idea how persistent that woman can be, lol--but I don't care! You hear me Hynde???? I DON'T CARE!!! Do you know, Lauren, what it's like to be haunted by a stupid dildo--and it's not even my dildo, for god's sake--who (listen to me, I'm calling it a "who") is named after my survey of English Lit prof who I had such a crush on, but he turned out to be gay and....

Ok. breathing into a paper bag. breathe in. breathe out.

I feel like Marley from A Christmas Carol, clanking along with Ted chained to me.

Eve I am going to retrieve him. To make him a poem. Will you post him then? Or send me the password for The Poets and I will. Then I'm taking Ted outside and burying him and then I'm going to howl at the moon.

Farewell Ted. You bastard.

ok...having taken a pause from laughing, might I suggest, Ang, that you write a story for the humor section, as it's such a small niche of erotica, and this most certainly could be worked up ...


HomerPindar

 

[Angeline]

So Cruel!

You're a cruel man, Homer! You want me to write a story about something I'm desparately trying to (hmmm, somehow "put behind me" seems wrong here) um forget. Something that is so foul, so despicable (as was revealing myself as a major league procrastinator to all of you) that our sweet beloved Eve--probably the kindest person on this board--felt compelled to flee to another thread with this new challenge? (That was a question, I think.) I didn't even want to do it in the first place; I wanted to write a dramatic monologue, y'know like Browning? Browning I understand. Or beat poetry. That I know. I mean I'm practically related to Ginsberg. I may even have a few Ginsbergs in the family, come to think of it. But that would be Ginsberg the neurotic whining tailor as opposed to Ginsberg the neurotic chanting (well, when he was alive) poet. And my birthday is the same as Walt Whitman's just (glaring) not the same year. But I figured you'd all hate me if I said monologue or beatnik stuff so anyway...

Did I make you laugh again?

Cool.

But no more Ted.

 

[JUDO]

I'm thinking a poor office girl with loose buttons, snaps, etc. who keep accidentally exposing her...eh, fiddly bits at all the inappropriate times. That sounds like you already, A.



Of course, "The Mystery of the Haunted Dildo" has a nice ring to it. Hmmm...

 

[Angeline]

No, not a mystery

I think it would be more like "McTeth," a tragedy in 9,000 acts. Or Tedlet. Or A Dildo's Tale. Etc.

What ho, dildo!

 

[karmadog]

'At War with a Piece'

 

[Angeline]

"At War With a Piece"!

You made me laugh out loud with that one, kdog!

Hmmmm.

A Separate Piece?

A Whole Bunch of Easy Pieces?

What's So Funny About Ted, Piece, and Understanding? (ok, that's esoteric, but I bet you get it)

 

[JUDO]

Re: No, not a mystery

I think it would be more like "McTeth," a tragedy in 9,000 acts. Or Tedlet. Or A Dildo's Tale. Etc.

What ho, dildo!

Jesus! Now, that was funny! (* still laughing *)

But you know, I think "Which ho, Bilbo?" is an actual line from "The Two Towers."

 

[JUDO]

Movies Angie should write.

Give Piece a Chance.
WickedEve, Kdog, Ted & Angie. (Yeah, it's old, but still in the public consciousness, no?)
The Good, the Bad & the Teddy?