utagaki poetry challenge?

[annaswirls]

utagaki – OU-TAH-GAH-KEY (J: poetic exchange)

In very old times this was a kind of mating game. Young men and women gathered, often in the woods or on mountains, to exchange, invite and reject each other’s poetry and then, sexual favors. Later the term came to mean an exchange in which the mating was fictional.

Can you believe there is a NAME for this?

oh my.

We were born in the wrong time... reduced to fictional mating instead of frollick in the woods...


So, you think this could be a challenge?

hmm... maybe instead of voting for a winner, we could just vote:

A. yeah what the hell, I'd do her/him
B. I am already mating with this poet, what is his/her name again?
C. Even if he had a 10 inch pole, I wouldn't touch it, even fictionally
D. Pussy is a dish best served with brain.
E. Someone get me a cigarette and a towel....


okay I will be waiting up in the woods.

Does a foot massage count as a sexual favor?

~anna

 

[BooMerengue]

utagaki – OU-TAH-GAH-KEY (J: poetic exchange)




Can you believe there is a NAME for this?

oh my.

We were born in the wrong time... reduced to fictional mating instead of frollick in the woods...


So, you think this could be a challenge?

hmm... maybe instead of voting for a winner, we could just vote:

A. yeah what the hell, I'd do her/him
B. I am already mating with this poet, what is his/her name again?
C. Even if he had a 10 inch pole, I wouldn't touch it, even fictionally
D. Pussy is a dish best served with brain.
E. Someone get me a cigarette and a towel....


okay I will be waiting up in the woods.

Does a foot massage count as a sexual favor?

~anna

This sounds like it could be fun, but remember the days when we had challenges for the sake of the challenge and nobody won, but everyone had a good time?

 

[annaswirls]

This sounds like it could be fun, but remember the days when we had challenges for the sake of the challenge and nobody won, but everyone had a good time?

Yeah! I was thinking about that too. Okay I will dig up a challenge just for fun.

I do not think the fukuoki thing would work anyway. Deer ticks and poison ivy and the like.

 

[Du Lac]

This sounds like it could be fun, but remember the days when we had challenges for the sake of the challenge and nobody won, but everyone had a good time?

right up my alley... great work Anna! I am in... hiding in the shades of the rustling bushes.. waiting patiently for the first word to be flung...
LOL..
Du Lac

 

[BooMerengue]

Yeah! I was thinking about that too. Okay I will dig up a challenge just for fun.

I do not think the fukuoki thing would work anyway. Deer ticks and poison ivy and the like.

"In very old times this was a kind of mating game. Young men and women gathered, often in the woods or on mountains, to exchange, invite and reject each other’s poetry and then, sexual favors. Later the term came to mean an exchange in which the mating was fictional."

Couldn't this, too, be like a Partner Challenge?

 

[Trent_Dutch]

Laaaaveeus........

This sounds like it could be fun, but remember the days when we had challenges for the sake of the challenge and nobody won, but everyone had a good time?

Challenge? Challenge? I quoff heartily at the very mention of the word....

The Olde English (norman perhaps) Tornee... Tourney... Tournament... the essence of challenge. Orignally a joust, perhaps a dozen men competing as to who could shatter the most lances given the same number of drives or runs, but performed before and for the lady. Each tournament was sponsored by the ladies of high esteem (can we find any of them?), who placed their favour upon their chosen Knight.... the favour was nought but a token tied to their first lance... but the competition decided the Noble Fielty and weighed heavily upon the chivalric order, creating the first truly romantic heroes..... or so they say.... I see heroes in earlier literature but the romantic tag is still open for debate....

Sorry if this is uncalled for......Is just the first thing I think of when challenges arise.........
whatever... I'm up for most challenges, as long as any time considerations consider my European existence.....

 

[annaswirls]

Challenge? Challenge? I quoff heartily at the very mention of the word....

The Olde English (norman perhaps) Tornee... Tourney... Tournament... the essence of challenge. Orignally a joust, perhaps a dozen men competing as to who could shatter the most lances given the same number of drives or runs, but performed before and for the lady. Each tournament was sponsored by the ladies of high esteem (can we find any of them?), who placed their favour upon their chosen Knight.... the favour was nought but a token tied to their first lance... but the competition decided the Noble Fielty and weighed heavily upon the chivalric order, creating the first truly romantic heroes..... or so they say.... I see heroes in earlier literature but the romantic tag is still open for debate....

Sorry if this is uncalled for......Is just the first thing I think of when challenges arise.........
whatever... I'm up for most challenges, as long as any time considerations consider my European existence.....

uncalled for? whatever do you mean? I love this idea....hmm what is the poetic equivilant of a joust?

well if it were an audio poem you European types would certainly have the advantage... I am sure I am not the only one who is a sucker for an accent (hanging my head in shame at my shallow existence)



is anyone else distrubed by the greenie?

 

[sandspike]

I'll take a smoke and a towel

To vote 5 on ones poem is to lay your hand upon their ass and rub gently. If you
comment in the positive you are squeezing said ass and moving in to smell
her hair and compliment her beauty as well as brains. I like this idea Anna.
I don't understand it fully, but I'm for a walk in the woods with the ladies of
Literotica.

 

[twelveoone]

To vote 5 on ones poem is to lay your hand upon their ass and rub gently. If you
comment in the positive you are squeezing said ass and moving in to smell
her hair and compliment her beauty as well as brains. I like this idea Anna.
I don't understand it fully, but I'm for a walk in the woods with the ladies of
Literotica.

Any male poets I left comments on, can you please delete...
Anna, please remember on a few of yours I left 10's

I always hated this grinning bastard.

 

[Angeline]

Any male poets I left comments on, can you please delete...
Anna, please remember on a few of yours I left 10's

I always hated this grinning bastard.

you tah gah key
to unlock me
and woo me not
in a dewey mist
of green frolic
but bed me
in satin sussuration
and sigh all our syllables
blue

you tah gah key
to know me do
you know me do you
know what to do?

 

[annaswirls]

you tah gah key
to unlock me
and woo me not
in a dewey mist
of green frolic
but bed me
in satin sussuration
and sigh all our syllables
blue

you tah gah key
to know me do
you know me do you
know what to do?

damn do you take
fictional
favors
from
females?



oh wait I am supposed to be poetic...

um

:hiding behind a tree:

 

[Angeline]

damn do you take
fictional
favors
from
females?



oh wait I am supposed to be poetic...

um

:hiding behind a tree:

I suppose I should. I don't see that any of the boys have answered. lol.

 

[Guest]

I suppose I should. I don't see that any of the boys have answered. lol.

Oh, they will, they will. Patience.

 

[sandspike]

Oh

Any male poets I left comments on, can you please delete...
Anna, please remember on a few of yours I left 10's

I always hated this grinning bastard.

1201 just wait until summer when the beat of the heat knocks you to your
knees. When mindless beach poetry sends a chill no other literature can
provide. All will be forgotten as the refreshments are passed around. I'll
be waiting for your comments with the chill that refreshes. Our past sins
will be washed away in the salt. Or we will just have a long hot summer of
ah hell.

 

[Angeline]

Oh, they will, they will. Patience.

ah well--you know who I wrote it for, and he knows without seeing the poem

 

[flyguy69]

So are we to write seductive poetry and toss it to the wind? Trail our charms through a crowded room and see who bites? Are we to target the moderator ?

And by what date do you wish to be seduced?

Is that your foot I am feeling under the table?

utagaki – OU-TAH-GAH-KEY (J: poetic exchange)




Can you believe there is a NAME for this?

oh my.

We were born in the wrong time... reduced to fictional mating instead of frollick in the woods...


So, you think this could be a challenge?

hmm... maybe instead of voting for a winner, we could just vote:

A. yeah what the hell, I'd do her/him
B. I am already mating with this poet, what is his/her name again?
C. Even if he had a 10 inch pole, I wouldn't touch it, even fictionally
D. Pussy is a dish best served with brain.
E. Someone get me a cigarette and a towel....


okay I will be waiting up in the woods.

Does a foot massage count as a sexual favor?

~anna

 

[Poetic Collaboration]

You gah tah my Key...

Chrystalline cries shatter
as they reach that certain
frequency;
heights reached
never quested for
but do we not strive
for that perfect peak?

Rose-crested in a sad sunset.
Oh,see that hard peak glisten?
Impassioned
arousal thrust
without regret deep
down through the cleft
finding that perfect love.

 

[annaswirls]

to follow a trail of charm
with neither guess nor gesture,
willingly bow to the unknown
past moderation you will find me
on the underside of nothingness

the way into the woods is clear
easy step and leaves flutter a breeze
of welcome
follow the hum of my song~
the way into the woods is clear

thorn and night blindness scratch
and scar only on our way back home.

 

[The_Fool]

The sun takes on a greenish gaze
Peering through the trees
Like some Voyeur God
Offering warmth
To pay for pleasure sought
In warm sunshine

Lingering caresses offered
By trailing tendrils
Of grass
Offering their seed
In passing
To any that come their way

A meandering stream
Rippling over rock formations
Mutters
At unseemly sights
Of naked flesh that play
In sparkling water

I offer up the softest bed
Warmed by summer sun
Soothed by gentle breeze
Fanned by waving leaves
Padded by springy grass
Desired by one who cares

 

[sandspike]

the world stopped

midnight velvet
hung above her golden hair
all wind evacuated
waiting for my next breath

I could not exhale
nor dare I speak
nothing could or should
change the moment
I fell in love

 

[Guest]

Kisses just shy of lips
are whispers on a steady breeze.

They leave a golden aura
to be licked,
to taste like honey.

They move slow, hold fast
promise sweetness,
give it all then give nothing,

but imprint on the tongue
make memories, they do.

 

[flyguy69]

..........

 

[Guest]

My sexual favours aren't
wrapped in riddles or
found in the half-sleeve of
a mangled cracker at Christmas,
not folded into a cookie
fortunate enough to be
before you in the
Won Wah tonight.
They're here for the
taking. A take-out of
favours.
Do me a favour, accept
my unconditional
adoration.

 

[champagne1982]

Kisses just shy of lips
are whispers on a steady breeze.

They leave a golden aura
to be licked,
to taste like honey.

They move slow, hold fast
promise sweetness,
give it all then give nothing,

but imprint on the tongue
make memories, they do.

Tongues, so close to tasting
richly scented breaths,
tilted up with dimpled chins.

Tint my sight with wisp
-thin transparencies
and show me what real
gold is worth.

Everything, hinged
on honey-coated kisses
that grant nothing
less than a favourite memory.

 

[Angeline]

Ichiban.
Snowbreasted highway
narrows to city clash
blinking, and neon blurs
windshield drops sliding
in the powder melt.

Ichiban.
Hold my hands,
dip my fingers there,
ginger lifted carefully.
Open my mouth two
wasabi tears.
Swallow.

Utaghki.