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[Angeline]

Thank you Angeline, but are you saying the my Haiku humor is only two thirds finny?

Not at all. They are fully finny. But I like poems like the one you wrote today more.

 

[RazzRajen]

Angeline

Thanks so much for the mention.....To merely know One's work is read and appreciated is enough....To know its being commented upon is delicious indeed.

I think most, if not all of us, feed from these reviews and come back stronger for them.

Thanks to all who have the un-enviable chore of doing the reviews.

 

[Angeline]

Thanks to all who have the un-enviable chore of doing the reviews.

You're welcome! Really though it's not bad. I find it a valuable exercise to look at a poem and codify why I think it's good.

(Well, except for the day when there were over 90 new poems. My brain was numb for hours after doing reviews *that* Friday.)

Anyone is welcome to recommend a poem at any time though. I know I'm apt to miss something on busy days, especially one like today when there are so many good ones.

 

[Guest]

I will be looking far Valiant's work.

 

[Guest]

To the word slut known as Angeline,

Thanks for the review and the mention. I appreciate it.

|neonurotic|

 

[Angeline]

To the word slut known as Angeline

thank you. i wear the title like a badge of honor. lol.

 

[Guest]

golly Angeline

'drinking own syrup' would not have happened if I had not carried a bag of recycle to the garage. a dog really did bark in the far away. Rabbits, I’d bet.

thank you

 

[Angeline]

golly Angeline
'drinking own syrup' would not have happened if I had not carried a bag of recycle to the garage. a dog really did bark in the far away. Rabbits, I’d bet.

thank you

sorry to hear about the mishap. ick. lol.

 

[BooMerengue]

ANGELINE!!!


There you are!! I've been looking for you everywhere!! I wrote a poem!! And it sucks big time!! And I'm never writing one again!

Other than that, how are you? I'm opening a bar(thread). Haven't got a name yet, but we have a bouncer- Omanator!! lol And we have 3 waitresses, bb, SBL, and SSSW...and DoMe as head waitress/trainer... That's a good start, don't you think?

Get back to me... so I know you're alive... "wordslut" lmao- only you!!! Spring has sprung here!!

 

[Angeline]

There you are!! I've been looking for you everywhere!! I wrote a poem!! And it sucks big time!! And I'm never writing one again!

God you're cool, lol. I'll see you at the bar. I really need a drink!

 

[Senna Jawa]

Re: May 2

And your grace by Rybka

[...]

Rybka, our resident fish, writes a lot of short punny puns, but every now and then he graces us with a lightly delicate piece like this one. Do read the whole poem: it's lovely.

Indeed, Rybka's enchanting poem is very well crafted, has a great composition and sets its mood over the reader; I am under its spell. This poem is nearly perfect (and well above the "customary" Literotica level 5 ).

(Detail: was the upper case "A" in the first line a typo)?

Regards,

 

[Rybka]

Re: Re: May 2

Indeed, Rybka's enchanting poem is very well crafted, has a great composition and sets its mood over the reader; I am under its spell. This poem is nearly perfect (and well above the "customary" Literotica level 5 ).

(Detail: was the upper case "A" in the first line a typo)?

Regards,

Golly Gee! That's better than a bunch of those little green "E"s.
Senna, thank you so much, and I hope you feel better soon.

Actually I meant the "A" to be in caps. I wanted the entire phrase to be equal in weight to "Time". By the way, the title is "... And your grace". Guess who changed it.

Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[Lauren Hynde]

May 3rd, 2003

New poems: we have 32 new offerings by 17 poets. Nothing too extraordinary; it has happened before. What doesn't happen often is that I feel obligated to mention most of them. We really do have an excellent crop today!

I'm almost sure this was some sort of elaborate plot to keep me busy most of the afternoon. Grrr...

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corner of check-me-out and vine
by Blackeyed Skye ©

outside the chikin shak
they loiter in heels
and belly rings

with lickin' fingers
delores hikes her skirt
higher on drumsticks
while maggie grinds gum
thoughtfully in empty head

[...]


Far Away
by Blackeyed Skye © http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/laurenschoice.gif

On paths
you fall into step
beside me,
walking long
to mountain tops,
down trails that wind.

[...]

Right at the top, two poems by a new poet which is being mentioned here for the third time in three days. The first one, corner of check-me-out and vine, paints an amusing scene with traces of nostalgia and shocking pink lights. So eighties. Not that I can remember any of it, but I heard stories...

The second one, Far Away has a different, more intangible quality, something I wish I had written.

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Romance and
Questions
by Wolvesheart ©

... aren't really poems, but still make interesting reads.

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Good Night
by neonurotic © http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/laurenschoice.gif

"Good night, sleep tight."

Kisses heard, but never felt
Hypnos claimed me this evenfall
but, again without you
Sadness infused my slumber
made me a fitful, heavy-eyed insomniac
A monochromatic sepia dreamer.

[...]


In My Room
by AnelizeDarkEyes ©

Half-moon high
in the cold black night
light shining across my skin
and You watch
silhouetted
in the doorway of my room
silent.

[...]

Two poems I thought were trailing similar paths. Different, but with a parallelism I found very interesting to follow. Neonurotic's was marginally better constructed, but AnelizeDarkEyes's one was a very good surprise. She also submitted another very good poem today, with a totally different approach to the same subject:

Away
by AnelizeDarkEyes ©

[...]

Riding along the deep and dark
through mountain passes
like the cleft of a woman
spread upon her bed
dreaming down the night.
Away, away, away
the rhythm of the hooves
setting time for the beating
of your heart.

[...]

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Dances
by RazzRajen ©

His name is Bhairav
and the heavens quake when He dances
as destruction He controls
and Death too
but the flip is Life

[...]

This is the sort of poem I would love to see in a "new poems ravenous review and vivisection" thread. I always feel like this about most of RazzRajen's poems: it's very complex and so well crafted, but ultimately filled with tiny, distracting noise. Always worth reading, though.

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Woven green.
by Awen ©

[...]

Do you remember the face
that sat opposite you yesterday?
Was it just another,
lost in the oblivion of life trial?
Memories slaughtered by daily routine,
ignoring the dream,
Of woven green

[...]

In this poem, Awen's metaphores get a little bit too entangled and lost, but she's such a great creator of images. Her other two poems of the day, Forever and more and Gelfet, should also deserve your attention.

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oral tasking
by silken_dreammaid ©

[...]

one is screamed on the last
coherent breath before
your mouth draws
my soul from my body
in a liquid fire
pour.

[...]

Our customary dose of silken's poetry comes if the form of unparalleled eroticism. Yum.

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Stripped Naked
by Floater ©

[...]

You tease those silk bows apart,
Peel away to your last secret,
Your heat close on my face
Your fire in my veins.

Floater's poem titillates too.

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saturday wish
by 03sp ©

wake me in the dark sunday morning
interrupting my dream of you
with disturbed and closed eyes
against a cross wind

[...]

This is also the way I want to wake up tomorrow morning. Shivering

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I Am but a Pilgrim
by Scriptitius ©

I am but a pilgrim whose shrine is your heart--
Whose Ave, smooched "Greeting," nursed kiss when we part.
False Palestines beckon, false moments may come
To snuff our hearth's pleasure for their halidom.
It is not the true halidom, should I depart
The truer I keep in that shrine of your heart.
Yours is the high shrine, wherever I roam,
To call to my conscience and bring my steps home.
Forthy grant your love, forever our lease
To search whole worlds over in finding and peace.

Scriptitus is one of the best poets around, and this piece certainly proves it. I'm looking forward to read more.

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For Fair Gaia’s Heirs
by Rybka © http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/laurenschoice.gif

[...]

and you
            forgive their garments
              their mad gestures
strangers they
              strolled and shook
on life’s dance floor
                  they loved
                                 yet saw us not


I sigh
        and breathe things now unmasked
the Tyrian carpets richly fringed
             and of course
                                 the rain
                            always the rain

[...]

Rybka at his best. This poem is a dark, complex tapestry that just pulls you in and you can't help but read it again and again. It gets better every time.

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Finally, I just have to mention one last poem. I haven't read it all, and doubt anyone ever has or will. Later, I decided I wasn't going to talk about it, but it's no use. It's too crazy to be ignored.

A Whore's Diary (plus part 2, part 3 and part 4)
by nawty48 ©

is a tale of epic proportions told entirely in limerics. Six hundred and forty three limericks, to be exact, spanning 19 Lit pages. Most of them (let me rephrase: most of what I read -- close to 10% of it all) are pretty well written. Be advised, though, that there are some pretty sick things in there that go against Lit's Guidelines (namely where it refers to underaged sex and bestiality) and will most certainly be removed from the site very very soon.

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Go read and if you people ever make me spend so much time doing the reviews I will be very angry. Don't say I didn't warn.

 

[WickedEve]

You counted 643 limericks?

There are definitely a few on here that I must read! Thank you for doing this, thank you for counting, thank you for... something or the other.

 

[Guest]

thank you L.H.

The wee morning before light
an interesting place
even for the unconscious.

 

[Blackeyed Skye]

Thank you, Lauren. Your comments on Far Away outshine corner of check-me-out and vine's E.

 

[Rybka]

I got an L, I got an L, Naa-Naa-Na-Naa-Na! Hazaah, Hooray!

For Fair Gaia’s Heirs
by Rybka © http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/laurenschoice.gif

Rybka at his best. This poem is a dark, complex tapestry that just pulls you in and you can't help but read it again and again. It gets better every time.

Go read and if you people ever make me spend so much time doing the reviews I will be very angry. Don't say I didn't warn.

No wonder it took you so much time, sticking in all those "&nbs" to get the spacing correct. Why didn't you use your GIF trick and post it as an image?

For Senna: There is a typo in this one.
I posted the wrong version.
"Came the cliffs..." should be:

"Come
        the cliffs..."

Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[Guest]

Re: May 3rd, 2003

Good Night
by neonurotic © http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/laurenschoice.gif

"Good night, sleep tight."

Kisses heard, but never felt
Hypnos claimed me this evenfall
but, again without you
Sadness infused my slumber
made me a fitful, heavy-eyed insomniac
A monochromatic sepia dreamer.

[...]

Lauren, thank you for the review and the mention. I appreciate it. I was going to ask what the 'L' was for but quoting your post I see answer. Again thanks and I did fix my mistakes and resubmitted.

|neonurotic|

 

[Rybka]

new poems of 5/04/03

Today brings us 11 new poems (all but one in the Non-Erotic category), and one “spinner” pick. Here is the golden oldie that caught my eye this morning: Far From Easy to Be a Man by Coolville

...
It's so hard to feel the surge
of masculine energy
all that power to inflict pain
and to restrict it
contain it
when you fear it
the first time you hold
your newborn in your arms
and are afraid you'll break it
...

Posted in early August of last year, this poem describes the conflict of the modern “Politically Correct” male. I will not say that it fully deserves its average (4.86), but it is certainly worth a read.

Of the new there is 03sp’s
dormir do dia and silken_dreammaids’ daily offering, Spring's step.
There is also one “E” today, Blackeyed Skye’s Morna's Last Room.

Privet and ash filter through lace
to where she fades like sun,
dimmer as hours slip away

till enduring night
eases over still form,
changing Morna to memory.

A very nice little goodbye poem.

I do not find any others that rise enough above average to deserve mentioning. However, these are only the thoughts of an odd fish, so read all of the new poems poems and make up your own mind!

Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[Blackeyed Skye]

Thank you, Rybka.

I read today that animal rights activists want fishing to stop now that scientists have proof that fish feel pain. Isn't that mildly interesting... unless you're a fish, then it becomes a very big deal.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Hey, I remembered.

There were 30 poems today. Like 15 minutes ago even. I found seven that caught my fancy, though ya'll would undoubtedly find more.

Painting Places of Indiscretion
by Blackeyed Skye ©

Beneath Jude's willow --
veiled in weeping --
I long to see veins pulse
through slender limbs
languid in arborous despair. . . .

There's more, of course. Don't forget to vote.

Thanks Giving
by lanellguiste ©

First date
What are you thinking?
Ackward grin
Just giggly I say
I’m thinking about how
You know you’re driving me crazy
In that very good way . . . .

It could use a little editing, I think, but it made me smile. I liked this one.

your cleavage
by 03sp ©

just that part
below chin
above teat
so photogenic
so smooth, mute

not gallons but
a dram of liquor
spilled
pond like
glacial valley
sipped

And that, I think, says it all. Short, sweet, and with that lovely minimalist style he's so good at.

Just Because...
by Ancient117331 ©

An hourglass full of jagged sand
that only flows in spits and spurts...
life - slowly falling away
moment-by-moment
day-by-day -

"Just Because..."

This is a nice trip through a loving relationship.

The Batchelor's Hand
by DurtGurl ©

THE BATCHELOR'S HAND

by The DurtGurl Group

Mister, there ain't nuthin' in this whole land,
As sad as livin' with a batchelor's hand,
But I ain't ashamed, it's part of my life,
My right hand an' me live as man and wife.

Men around here'd rather jump in the lake,
Than so much as give my hand a shake,
Folks poke fun, always pissin' and moanin,'
Sayin' "There goes that pore disciple of Onan."

Got expelled from school, crossed off their list,
Caught me in the boys' room makin' love to my fist,
My left hand's weak, I must confess,
But the right's got muscles like Arnold S.


Parody? Stupid? Whatever it is, it's funny and worth a click.


Perfect Pucker
by danielblue ©

The delicate blush of your sweet
pucker, sat deep in the heart
Of your mound of man meat
Brings blood to my cock
And a lump to my throat . . . .

Anal lovers rejoice! I like his line breaks and the way he mixes the words together.

Bar dance
by silken_dreammaid ©

Jiggling breasts behind the bar,
they move with a life their own.
The men sit, bemused, entranced,
following each movement
in vague hopes and fantasies grown. . . .

No new poetry post would be complete without something by one of our resident laureates.

 

[Rybka]

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[Rybka]

One to Read

Here is a definite must read. It, unfortunately, is probably based on experience. If not, it is even a better work, but certainly not as therapeutic. A to the author.

The Afterlife by lanellguiste ©

“Your grandfather passed away.” I heard my father say on the other end of the phone line.

“He’s not my grandfather,” I reminded him.

“Well, anyway, I just wanted to call and let you know. I don’t expect you’ll be attending the funeral.” The tension in Dad’s voice made me choke, and twenty million thoughts ran through my mind before I could answer him.
...

Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[Blackeyed Skye]

KillerMuffin, thank you for your time and mention of my poem.

 

[Guest]

Thank you, KM

I am very happy you liked my little poem and it fits your current AV I see.
I applaud all cleavage.