BlueskyBeauty
Literotica Guru
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Angeline said:Squiggles. Prosaic symbols.
Dashes of sound
molded to words,
conjoined with meaning,
assembled into phrases.
Emotion is held in check
with a green shade of remove,
poet-accountant
toting up phrases,
consultant
of dictionarii, thesaurii,
and memory. Imagination
swimming in endless seas,
shape shifting, catching
glints of thought like rainbows,
reeling them in like fifth-dimension
fish, their essence strained
to the logic of marks on a page,
then massaged with meter,
stanza, punctuation.
Somewhere else someone
cracks the symbol code,
and sees a woman
fishing from a rowboat,
her legs dangling,
toes playing in the water.
Someone feels Sun
on knees, the cool wet tug
of something caught.
Was that my chin that was quivering? I could feel it down to my toes! Thank you for this sweet wet treat, Maria!Maria2394 said:across lips pouting, finger pulls,
resisting subtle taste
of my cherry lipstick
streaked on compliant, ivory skin
index finger, pointed quest
sojourn through rivers
of kisses and sins,
blended with tears,
sugared yet slipping,
like honey, like dewdrops
in the cleft, of his quivering chin
~~~~
for flyguy
Well I was going to pick-up dessert, but now I see that I'll have to send Uncle Pervey your Flan instead.Maria2394 said:ohh, youre very welcome
and then, i reread the burrito one and I swear I think Im channeling Uncle pervey, someone help me, please!!!
Maria2394 said:did you ever stop to think
that I couldnt handle the flood,
the flood of you that i have kept hidden
behind cement and stone and clay
like garnets glowing, from unnatural gray
I waited and waded through rivers
and prayed, that some day maybe
I would write again and then the dam broke
and you came flooding in
and the memories attached
like leeches on balls
and they sucked me dry,
lke you nearly did and now that dam
is broken, dissolved
and my rivers are cloudy,
but at least they're absolved
You've got a problem? Think about your atrial fibrillating readers! Good God, woman, if there is a medication for what you've got I hope the FDA blocks its importation!SeattleRain said:...this cock sucking scenerio
in my mouth in my mind in my words,
it is a problem
please doc,
is there something,
something you can give me?
~
SeattleRain said:cindarella comes running at the strike of 12
noon
and she is running to you
baby
did you forget your lunch
it may be glass but that is no
slipper
damn baby you want me to polish that up for you
with a slide of chair wheels over shine
noon time kiss
under the desk
starved
And from German back to EnglishMaria2394 said:Flyguy, thanks for suggesting that link, it is so much fun!! I used (altavistas babelfish) so I borrowed catalinas poem and popped it in and got these two
Intercourse, a la mode
End of summer, invisible lover,
hungry, waiting, speak to me
persimmon whispers peeling off
your dappled, fuzzy tongue.
Plump with possibility,
your ripened speech attracting bees
those not yet fallen, fruited words
descend toward crumbled, graham ground.
With apricot bounce, apple round
your offering-
just a new-moon pie
topped with summer's starving sky
vanilla nowhere, to be found.
~~~
SeattleRain said:answered my own question
flyguy69 said:And from German back to English
Traffic, a Lamodus
end of the summer, the invisible loving,
hungry, waiting, speak also, me,
dappled the PersimoneFluestern,
which takes off away from their, flockige tongue.
Let with possibility,
your matured speech fall, which already does not tighten bees
those fallen, fruits carried words
descend toward too zerbroeckelt, graham soil.
With apricot impact did not exceed apple all around
its request
straight neumond of a cake
with summer's hunger that sky
vanilla anywhere to be found.
ROFL!!! that is way too funny Flyguy, me sinks der was sumsing lots in der translashun, no? reminds me of that old kids party game, telephone, or was it operator?
A poem only a bee keeper could love. Or understand.
Tristesse said:this is lovely.
Tristesse said:this is lovely.
tungtied2u said:yeah...she sounds all twitterpated doesn't she...
eagleyez said:The third rail.
In a wholly spirited
Newspapered and pinstriped carnival
I saw disciples crosslegged in a Subway cave,
I saw tongues of fire
On the generation,
Faith no more and
No warranty and
No cellullar tower
Or DNA to be construed
No delayed news,
Instant vodka and myths about
Pastoral
Sciences and
Horses
In shawls
Skipping
The tall winter flowers,
Leaving them for last, to herald the begin.
Growing to the size
Of a whale,
Barreling thru automatic
Doors again,
Those tongues of fire
On everyone,
Like Runway lights
And tremolo echos.