normal jean
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White bowl and close-woven tableclothHer words are like oranges.
Floored (terzanelle)
An ant in the groove of Madam Pergo,
as if a tunnel in her crevice,
not tolerated by Sir Hugo.
She lies flat, void of her joy abyss.
Still he lays her long, limb to limb,
locking with care her narrow crevice.
No colony for posh Pergo The Prim,
so fingers joust with diminutive knight,
before laying Madam down, limb to limb.
Her finish marred by combat's blight,
Pergo is reduced to lesser desire,
in the opinion of Sir and Knight.
Even bruised, she is worth no cease-fire:
Ant marches through Hugo's red flow
toward Pergo, his not so less desire.
He crawls over her, like a small beau,
and back in the groove of Madam Pergo.
He marches her tunnels, wet with red flow.
Ant did not tolerate mighty Hugo.
Off the cuff? Well, I sat down and kept writing from start to finish, but it did take an hour or two to finish. I write a lot of terzanelles -- similar to the villanelle. Google the form. They're interesting to play with.and that was one off the cuff, so to speak?
i am deeply impressed, and never even heard of a terzanelle before - embarrassed as i am to admit it
To Poets, Sensitive, defending
Their often rather sloppy verse
From backhand compliments, pretending
That critics are great fools (or worse):
Hey, can you please stop all this carping?
It is pathetic; leaves me barfing.
Nor is it quite professional
To whine outside confessional.
If you're convinced your poem's stupendous
Then let the thing stand on its own,
For if it's good that will be shown,
Without you flogging it, by census.
You are a poet, after all,
Not boxer bruising for a brawl.
Your work may need some little fidgets
With its line breaks or word choice,
For poems are simply word-based widgets
And you are not James A. A. Joyce
(Though he was not much Poet, was he?
A poor example—limp and fuzzy.)
In any case, do not make light
Of comments. Simply be polite
And use what's useful, drift what isn't.
All comments can be helpful things,
Even, especially, one that stings.
(What worked for you, for others didn't.)
I'm through detailing this malaise.
Please comment, you. But make it praise.
.
To Poets, Sensitive, defending
Their often rather sloppy verse
From backhand compliments, pretending
That critics are great fools (or worse):
Hey, can you please stop all this carping?
It is pathetic; leaves me barfing.
Nor is it quite professional
To whine outside confessional.
If you're convinced your poem's stupendous
Then let the thing stand on its own,
For if it's good that will be shown,
Without you flogging it, by census.
You are a poet, after all,
Not boxer bruising for a brawl.
Your work may need some little fidgets
With its line breaks or word choice,
For poems are simply word-based widgets
And you are not James A. A. Joyce
(Though he was not much Poet, was he?
A poor example—limp and fuzzy.)
In any case, do not make light
Of comments. Simply be polite
And use what's useful, drift what isn't.
All comments can be helpful things,
Even, especially, one that stings.
(What worked for you, for others didn't.)
I'm through detailing this malaise.
Please comment, you. But make it praise.
.