Dirty 30 in 30

[PandoraGlitters]

Dirty Twenty-nine

kitty 100 #6

Mistress’s instructions were specific. kitty must sleep on the bed, tonight, and not on her cushion. “You may receive guests,” Mistress warned, (and yes the puppy boys are considered guests, Mistress reminded, despite kitty’s wrinkled nose). The third requirement was that kitty must remain completely filled for the night.

Mistress offered kitty a lollipop as comfort after pushing in a plug and egg. She smiled with satisfaction at kitty’s soft purring, when the egg vibrated on "low." Finally Mistress reminded her pet “Replacements may be necessary,” before turning off the light and leaving the door open. kitty listened for footsteps.

 

[wespeak]

Wespeak, it's good to see you back in here! I'm loving all the work, but this particularly caught my eye. Very fine stuff:


Originally Posted by wespeak
He is compressed
air, nudity; still
the room is electric.

On his boy-cut blues
I snap
his ink -- faded turquoise youth.
Wild-haired wonder and I do

wonder.


bj

wespeak, you're still batting a thousand, but numbers 17 and 18 particularly blew me away.

bj

Hey, thanks for the comments. And thanks for the thread. This version of the 30/30 works well for a procrastinator.

 

[champagne1982]

Dirty Thirteen

A Puppy's Sonnetish Groveling At Mistresses Promise Of Acquiescent Kitties

With tails awaggle fast and quick
the boys sit eager at Mistress' feet
willing to stir and crumple the sheet
that hides the bone to chew and lick,
a feast that with busy tongues make slick
and tease Her sweet and pungent meat
nuzzled and tasted the puppy boys eat
the meal of abundant succulence; tips flick
delights withheld by she who weilds the stick
they relish this the rarest of the rarest treat
from Mistress who with their baying yelps they greet
and delight with strong gluteals and skillful tricks
to ferret out the pleasure nub tucked away so neat
and soft, to entice Her sighs and happy bleats.

 

[Tzara]

29?

kitty 100 #6

Mistress’s instructions were specific. kitty must sleep on the bed, tonight, and not on her cushion. “You may receive guests,” Mistress warned, (and yes the puppy boys are considered guests, Mistress reminded, despite kitty’s wrinkled nose). The third requirement was that kitty must remain completely filled for the night.

Mistress offered kitty a lollipop as comfort after pushing in a plug and egg. She smiled with satisfaction at kitty’s soft purring, when the egg vibrated on "low." Finally Mistress reminded her pet “Replacements may be necessary,” before turning off the light and leaving the door open. kitty listened for footsteps.

On Cats and Dogs

When puppies play with kitten, all is well.
Though much preferred is Mistress: Teasing hand.
For puppies can play rough, with parts that swell,
Though if they play with kitten all is well.
Unfortunately, puppies want to smell—
It's how they know their world, and mark their land.
How puppies play with kitten can be Hell.
She much prefers her Mistress. That firm hand.


Sorry, only a triolet. Champie wrote a whole sonnet. I think I'll go chew on someone's slippers.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

On Cats and Dogs

When puppies play with kitten, all is well.
Though much preferred is Mistress: Teasing hand.
For puppies can play rough, with parts that swell,
Though if they play with kitten all is well.
Unfortunately, puppies want to smell—
It's how they know their world, and mark their land.
How puppies play with kitten can be Hell.
She much prefers her Mistress. That firm hand.


Sorry, only a triolet. Champie wrote a whole sonnet. I think I'll go chew on someone's slippers.

Wouldn't you prefer bare toes?

bj


eta: by the way, this thread has gotten decidedly steamy. I like it. You're all kinky and wonderful and I love you.

 

[Tzara]

Wouldn't you prefer bare toes?

Sorry. That was code. I meant slip, her.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Hah! You guys are awesome. Champy, yummy. It's awesome to see responses to these by you and Tzara. It is funny how that last kitty 100 got a bit ominous. It wasn't intended. The idea of them, though, is to suggest as much as possible with as few words as possible: the concept of poetry applied to erotica.

I hope you all have a marvelous New Year. I'm going to come back later to do #30. I really have enjoyed this thread. TY Bijou for making it.

 

[Tzara]

Three zero, doctor! Absofuckinglutely done.

Slush Pile

At my age, I have read a lot of books:
These ones I liked, these others not so much.
So many of them detail girl's hot looks.
(At my age, I have read a lot of books.)
I'm older now, and bite at different hooks
Than slender bodies open to my touch.
I know, it's age. I've read a lot of books.
Some few I liked, some others not so much.


.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Dirty Thirty

A Scottish castle stands by the Arkansas River.
For a time it fell to disrepair and boys threw rocks
at the windows from the alley because they couldn't
tear down the stones with bare hands and shoes.

For it was all the things they couldn't be, grand,
rich, European, or even noticed. It didn't belong
on the plain river, in our plain city. No matter
that it had been carried there stone by stone

as their ascendants had, Quaker and Methodist alike
on big wheels turning slowly through tall grass.
Later the castle was tamed into a bed and breakfast
rendered harmless by lace curtains and waffles.

 

[The_Fool]

B-10

Posted on say something foolish...

elastic dream
wrapped in cellophane

see-through cellophane
tinted pink for
bare nippes on display
distended by my memory

crinkles to unwrap
then stretches out
forever
as she pulls it back

chocolate latex jeans
that lace in back
bares the crack
that yields a dark path

to paradise
paradise lost
never regained
just a figment

my imagination
scans the room
technicolor ribbons stream
from my cock

to every woman I see
desire on display
in every smile
disgust evident

in her laughter
as she eludes my grasp
pendulous breast sway
in counterpoint

as she runs away
with the spoon
in her mouth
tasting my desire

not finding it to her liking
serpentine tongue
forks the spoon
tongue tangled with my tine

serenade scorn
dissonant desire

 

[unpredictablebijou]

SEXY PHOTO FINISH!

Tzara and Dora, what a bang-up ending to your respective runs. Damn fine.

And Fooliousness, I was hoping you'd put that one up in here too. I saw it earlier today over on the AH.

That is a ridiculously hot thread, by the way.

bj

 

[wespeak]

21

Upon Seeing the Birds

Millicent, thinly sliced
lawn bread, is draped
in a black flock's shawl.

I rap on my window.
Whoosh!

Neighbor's malicious
tongue must have tasted
delicious.

 

[wespeak]

22

A Conrad Dimple Poem: not yet numbered
Traumas in Dust
from the channeled spirit of Conrad Dimple


Our good Dimple's
Man Friday is first to discover
the prawn cracker.

"Sir Dimple! A prawn cracker."

A prawn cracker,
lifeless in the dust,
in the dawn.

"Dust hares of horror,"
utters our Dimple.
As a child,

there were hares
underneath his trundle bed,
under mother's mattress,
under her quilts, beneath mother herself,
who lay beneath
gentlemen.

Shudder
"Mother, oh Mother..."

Dimple squats in a crouching
corner, with cracker
half eaten in dust.

"Sir Dimple? Sir?"
But Dimple is beyond
sound, prawn-muffs on his ears.

 

[Tzara]

Hey, thanks for the comments. And thanks for the thread. This version of the 30/30 works well for a procrastinator.

Y'know, wespeak, one of the things I quite like about your poems is that they come (no joke intended) in kinds of periodic spurts (I said, no joke intended), which seems very natural to me.

No joke intended.

Thanks for joining the thread. Very interesting (which in my universe is better than the limp praise "good") poems.

& HNY

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Upon Seeing the Birds

Millicent, thinly sliced
lawn bread, is draped
in a black flock's shawl.

I rap on my window.
Whoosh!

Neighbor's malicious
tongue must have tasted
delicious.

This one took off the top of my head.

Most excellent.

bj

 

[wespeak]

23

Learning to loathe the French brooch.
She mentions this,
declares it,
whispers.

I suggest that we both loathe
seventies gay
porn and Broadway —
pousse-café — then layer
a loathsome cocktail:

3 parts gin
1 part green chartreuse
1 part sweet vermouth
Dash orange bitters​

Or c'est la vie.
Let us pin our poems
to our bodices.

 

[wespeak]

24

A volcano, is it plant
or an animal? Is a volcano
alive? More alive than a rock,
I tell her. I know
that it is more animal
than you. We were once
molten.

 

[wespeak]

25

My Dear Sadist, we shall be bound
to Cat O'Nine Lane, a country drive
braided with shadows.

A few good licks
to some envelopes,
then stamp them beautifully
brutally:

Greetings from The Lashs,
Come to us
on the Lane. Join us for a munch
of roast
and a toast
but we will not boast

too much
about our whipping post,
nor all the fine frivolity of pain
we'll dish out.

Sincerely,
your Hosts​

My Dear Sadist,
I will continue to dream
in black and blue,
and someday.

 

[wespeak]

26

A Dangerous Message

Mention of my tongue triggers
a memory in Tampa.
I miss Later, baby.

Your tongue,
hmmm,
that just triggered a hot memory.
Later, baby.​

There in your winter humidity,
with torrid memory,
say Later, baby.

I'm listening,
here in my room,
here by the window,
right here against the southern dreary
that's far from Tampa.

So...
Later, baby.

 

[wespeak]

27

I assumed the Sharp book
would be a dull read.
I flipped through

a few pages.
It took ten minutes
to find a bandage for my paper cut.
Would have taken less time

but I ran through the house
with the Sharp book.

Finally found some wound dressing,
even though my eyes were nearly poked out.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Good work, W.S.

I enjoyed reading you.

--SC

 

[wespeak]

28

Good work, W.S.

I enjoyed reading you.

--SC

On behalf of my poems, thank you.



Water Dreams

I blame moon pizza
pie in my belly,
a clear night
shot,
heartburn,
the ache
I have for you,

against you. Keep your hands
out of my pockets,
keep off the ass,
until I love you
again,
like I loved you.


#28 kind of sucks but I'm leaving it since I'm finally this close to 30!

 

[wespeak]

29

You are vertical tilde,
a Mojave upright sidewinder;
you are matter
curved on a wall
of daylight. Wear its sun

even the shadows, the greens
that tremble in March.
You are beautiful.

 

[wespeak]

30

love my donna legs
that paddle toward you
on skiff feet,
and if we stay

with sustained metaphor,
then also love
my winter sedges, gathered
at the nape of my neck.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Congrats 30 gooduns done 'n' dusted