Challenge: Grab a Partner

I'll go read up on it all.. I'm not very good at formal poetry, so if I did it, I'd have to stick to free-verse.. and I tend to write love poetry, not erotic..

As for my hands, no they don't.
 
Rules: Poem should be 16 lines, no discussing poem on phone or through Instant Messaging....just pass it back and forth through email. Include an introduction to the poem, mentioning who your poem partner is.​

Okay, everyone! Get your dance cards out. Where's Reltne? I want another go. . .
 
BooMerengue said:
*nods

Go read...

Goddess Boo, be gentle with tolyk, he's a honey. And his photos are fantastic! :kiss:

;)

*wondering how you're gonna inspire him...*

:devil:

Hey tolyk that reminds me, WELL DONE on the illustration for Still Pond; it came top equal with D-tach by 4degrees for May '05. :)
 
*chuckles

I've seen his pics, darling! hehehe

I'm hoping he'll inspire me! But I think he got a better offer. He went to read the rules and never came back!

I was reading Snippettsville the other day- too bad the town closed up. I read my silly bit again... yikes! I wish I could remember what I was smokin' that day! lol
 
wildsweetone said:
Goddess Boo, be gentle with tolyk, he's a honey. And his photos are fantastic! :kiss:

;)

*wondering how you're gonna inspire him...*

:devil:

Hey tolyk that reminds me, WELL DONE on the illustration for Still Pond; it came top equal with D-tach by 4degrees for May '05. :)
Seriously? Wow... I noticed earlier you now have an Editor's choice, congratulations on that! :)

Still Pond had an H... makes me grin every time I see that :D
 
BooMerengue said:
*chuckles

I've seen his pics, darling! hehehe

I'm hoping he'll inspire me! But I think he got a better offer. He went to read the rules and never came back!

I was reading Snippettsville the other day- too bad the town closed up. I read my silly bit again... yikes! I wish I could remember what I was smokin' that day! lol
Better offer? Moi? I doubt that I could find a better offer even if I were lookin.

Shall we write? :) PM suffices right?
 
BooMerengue said:
*chuckles

I've seen his pics, darling! hehehe

I'm hoping he'll inspire me! But I think he got a better offer. He went to read the rules and never came back!

I was reading Snippettsville the other day- too bad the town closed up. I read my silly bit again... yikes! I wish I could remember what I was smokin' that day! lol


;) I've seen his pics too, and now I can see his pecs! *drooling* :D

*sigh* Snippettsville... I kinda miss the place you know. And I liked your piece too, so you musta been smoking something good. ;)



Thanks for the congrats tolyk, that makes two who've noticed it. lolol

I think I may have to go 'vote soliciting' in order to lift up some more little red letters on that list. Well, I would if it bothered me. ;) Seems like poetry has a definate back seat to story writing at Litland.
 
PM or email- its up to you.

I'm ready. Send me a line, baby. We'll see what we can conjure.
 
<groggily raising head>
Urm? Huh?
<yaaaawwwwwwwwwwwnnn>
<shake self>
Oh, wow, interested parties. Anyone else wanting to get some dancing in?
<g>
 
. . . and Boo makes two!

Here is a combo by two as it now stands. Comments welcome!

To Kill a Tree
by BooMerengue & a fish

To make paper you must kill a tree.
What words could merit such a death?
Songs of love, "To be or not to be"
should steal not life, but merely breath.

Though breath is life, who's life is more dear
poet’s word or whispering leaf?
Yet purpose holds a place we must revere
for he that loves must too feel grief.

Forest floors are thick with end designs
and man makes use of what he can.
Trees and words together he combines
for death is not some noxious plan.

Since God loves life, but poets lie
to feed a worm a man must die.


:rose:
 
Rybka said:
Here is a combo by two as it now stands. Comments welcome!

To Kill a Tree
by BooMerengue & a fish

To make paper you must kill a tree.
What words could merit such a death?
Songs of love, "To be or not to be"
should steal not life, but merely breath.

Though breath is life, who's life is more dear
poet’s word or whispering leaf?
Yet purpose holds a place we must revere
for he that loves must too feel grief.

Forest floors are thick with end designs
and man makes use of what he can.
Trees and words together he combines
for death is not some noxious plan.

Since God loves life, but poets lie
to feed a worm a man must die.


:rose:

For someone fishing without a line, this came out pretty good! Thanks for the dance, Rybby! I enjoyed it. Hope someone else does!
 
BooMerengue said:
For someone fishing without a line, this came out pretty good! Thanks for the dance, Rybby! I enjoyed it. Hope someone else does!


I'd like it if we could see the construction plans - whose line is whose etc.

It'd be remarkably good with a little polish. Kudos! :rose:
 
Polish Welcome!

Tristesse said:
I'd like it if we could see the construction plans - whose line is whose etc.

It'd be remarkably good with a little polish. Kudos! :rose:
All polish welcome, even Senna Jawa! ;)


add on:
Re who's Hoo; which witch, etc. If we did it write (Sic). It shouldn't make a difference! However, the lines were not alternated religiously throughout the length of the sonnet. Boo is the mistress; I merely the mere of the Mer. ;)
 
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Tristesse said:
I'd like it if we could see the construction plans - whose line is whose etc.

It'd be remarkably good with a little polish. Kudos! :rose:

Rybby's lines, which led the adventure!

To make paper you must kill a tree.
What words could merit such a death?
Songs of love, "To be or not to be"
should steal not life, but merely breath.

Though breath is life, who's life is more dear
poet’s word or whispering leaf?
Yet purpose holds a place we must revere
for he that loves must too feel grief.

Forest floors are thick with end designs
and man makes use of what he can.
Trees and words together he combines
for death is not some noxious plan.

Since God loves life, but poets lie
to feed a worm a man must die.
 
On second read I put away the Brass-o. It's beautiful as is. Congrats U 2.


:eek: <<<< blushing at my audacity.
 
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Fuck a bump, I'm ramming it up.

I need to get my head back in the poetry... Since I'm between premenstral and post-menstrual, I'm not in the mood to write erotica. Send me a line and I'll put my dancing shoes on.
 
average gina said:
Fuck a bump, I'm ramming it up.

I need to get my head back in the poetry... Since I'm between premenstral and post-menstrual, I'm not in the mood to write erotica. Send me a line and I'll put my dancing shoes on.
I feel like being an exhibitionist. Wanna dance here?

Fuck a bump, I'm ramming it up.
then giving a twist of the wrist
 
Fuck a bump, I'm ramming it up.
then giving a twist of the wrist
urging the pain for him to gain
 
Fuck a bump, I'm ramming it up.
then giving a twist of the wrist
urging the pain for him to gain
pleasure on the ball of my fist :eek:
 
lol

champagne1982 said:
Fuck a bump, I'm ramming it up.
then giving a twist of the wrist
urging the pain for him to gain
pleasure on the ball of my fist :eek:

Great work you two, LMAO :D
 
Fuck a bump, I'm ramming it up.
then giving a twist of the wrist
urging the pain for him to gain
pleasure on the ball of my fist :eek:

Fuck sweet stuff, he needs it rough
 
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