Poetic Inspiration

[JUDO]

Yeh!

This is a snippet from the Erotic Alphabet series:

sauna scene
simply sitting
steaming
sweating
somewhat sleeping
startled
suddenly someone says, "suck?"

I used to travel quite a bit (for business, not pleasure).
Fun fantasies like this tended to make an otherwise dreary trip bearable. Hey, a guy can dream, can't he ?

O.T.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=86419

And keep on dreaming, OT. Anything I can do to help the dream along, you just let me know, OK? Glad to see you here at the Poetry Forum! Most of your series was mentioned in The New Poems List thread.

Zawadi, yum - how delicious was that! Yeah, and a little tuck there, a little more tuck here...(Envy, jealous...harrumph!).


- Judo

 

[OT]

Re: Yeh!

And keep on dreaming, OT. Anything I can do to help the dream along, you just let me know, OK? Glad to see you here at the Poetry Forum! Most of your series was mentioned in The New Poems List thread.

- Judo

Judo,

I think you have just inspired me to take up traveling again!

And thanks for the pointer. I was wallowing away in the nobody will ever notice me self pity blues. I had no idea my alphabet received any attention (or notice) at all.

You just made my day.

OT

 

[stargirl32]

i am not as good a poet as you perks,, but i cant stop writing,,, my most favorite is this one,, inspired by the fact that evey time i talk to a certain some one its normaly the middle of the night and he has to get some sleep.. so i want to be a pillow and for him to take me with him
any way here it is ,,


I souhaitent qu'i fût son oreiller

My love rests his head on me,
His hot lips caress the cotton softness of my skin,
inhaling the fresh outdoors scent from my hair.

My body conforms to the pressure of his head,
sinking into the rose petal cushion of my soul.
I am the perfect size for his arms.

Yearning hands reach for me in the night,
Hold me close
He uses me only for his comfort
And
I never resist

 

[perks]

i am not as good a poet as you perks,, but i cant stop writing,,, my most favorite is this one,, inspired by the fact that evey time i talk to a certain some one its normaly the middle of the night and he has to get some sleep.. so i want to be a pillow and for him to take me with him
any way here it is ,,


I souhaitent qu'i fût son oreiller

My love rests his head on me,
His hot lips caress the cotton softness of my skin,
inhaling the fresh outdoors scent from my hair.

My body conforms to the pressure of his head,
sinking into the rose petal cushion of my soul.
I am the perfect size for his arms.

Yearning hands reach for me in the night,
Hold me close
He uses me only for his comfort
And
I never resist

Star... I absolutely love this poem. It's sentimental without being cliche.
Since I know some of the background of your love affair, I must say, the person you're writing of is a lucky man. I've always had a soft spot in my ducky heart for the two of you. But, <grin> you knew that.

as for me being a great poet....thanks, but I've still got a long way to go, sugah. However, I do appreciate my fans

 

[Debbie]

excellent Judo...

thankyou for the insight. I like peeping into peoples souls.

I too often wonder what the story/inspiration
behind some people's poems.
Great thread perky_baby.

Here is one of mine.

Spiralling downward

Deep despair
Despondent depths
Damn depressed
Deceased dread
Distant disdain
Deplorable desires
Spiralling downward
down
down
down

Spiralling downward
down
down
down
Deeper
Rock bottom
Out of control...


lost


Out of the blue my Uncle comitted suicide. No one knew he was
depressed. It was sudden and made me feel helpless and not
able to comprehend or understand.

 

[just pet]

I love the stories behind the words. I am new to this siteand just beginning to really find my way around. I love the poetry.

Stargirl... I love your poem... it's great

The following was written after I broke up with a married man I was involved with for 8 years. Dedicated to him is also the poem, "Remember Me"...

I'm Cleaning The Garage

I'm cleaning the garage this weekend

putting memories and forgotten dreams
in boxes marked with bittersweet longing
wrapped in plain brown sheeting
tied and knotted
captured, boxed
hidden from discovery

'looking forward to seeing you, pretty lady'

reliving quiet moments of iced tea and ecstasy
now placed in proper perspective
packages, tied and knotted
puzzle-pieced in interlocking time frames
each imagines being
the central piece
to make the picture whole

a whole
with finished edges
no wanting places or ragged spaces
searching for the last clue

will you be happy with her
on those endless autumn evenings
remembering the desert heat
pulses full, slippery
beaded sweat
caressing an open mouth

I have given all the memories away
the boxes are dumped
the magic drained, the twine unraveled
the ancient wrappings no longer sacred
the room is cleared, fresh swept clean
I wash my hands

 

[perks]

I love the stories behind the words. I am new to this siteand just beginning to really find my way around. I love the poetry.

Stargirl... I love your poem... it's great

The following was written after I broke up with a married man I was involved with for 8 years. Dedicated to him is also the poem, "Remember Me"...

I'm Cleaning The Garage

I'm cleaning the garage this weekend

putting memories and forgotten dreams
in boxes marked with bittersweet longing
wrapped in plain brown sheeting
tied and knotted
captured, boxed
hidden from discovery

'looking forward to seeing you, pretty lady'

reliving quiet moments of iced tea and ecstasy
now placed in proper perspective
packages, tied and knotted
puzzle-pieced in interlocking time frames
each imagines being
the central piece
to make the picture whole

a whole
with finished edges
no wanting places or ragged spaces
searching for the last clue

will you be happy with her
on those endless autumn evenings
remembering the desert heat
pulses full, slippery
beaded sweat
caressing an open mouth

I have given all the memories away
the boxes are dumped
the magic drained, the twine unraveled
the ancient wrappings no longer sacred
the room is cleared, fresh swept clean
I wash my hands

This poem is so powerful and hearfelt<I'm sorry it was so painful, you go through so many stages of loss in this poem it's amazing>
It is made more powerful with the incite of your inspiration. Thankyou just pet. I love your poetry.
perks

 

[just pet]

Thanks perk... I ove your poetry, especially The Poetry of Submission. The opinions of poets is the most meaningful to me.

pet

 

[perks]

The Poetry of Submission
by perky_baby ©

Quill, thy cock
Cum, thy ink
Pain, thy sweet poetry.

Prevail upon me, I pray thee,
Compose skin sonnets.
Distress supple flesh.
Induce dulcet death
Prodigious in its entirety.

this poem was written for two people I met online. I went to their collaring ceremony. This was my gift to them.

I'm glad you like this poem, just pet. I figured I'd give you a little background.

 

[stargirl32]

thank you perky and just pet.. i value you opinions,,, i reread some of my earler stuff and can only hope i have improvered..

 

[heterotic]

I like it too... But is the first line backward, or the next two, or did you mean it that way?

The Poetry of Submission
by perky_baby ©

Quill, thy cock
Cum, thy ink
Pain, thy sweet poetry.

Prevail upon me, I pray thee,
Compose skin sonnets.
Distress supple flesh.
Induce dulcet death
Prodigious in its entirety.

this poem was written for two people I met online. I went to their collaring ceremony. This was my gift to them.

I'm glad you like this poem, just pet. I figured I'd give you a little background.

 

[perks]

I like it too... But is the first line backward, or the next two, or did you mean it that way?

<smile> I actually meant it that way. Quill is a reference not only to a writing implement but a sharp spine or spindle. It is a play on piercing. I wanted that first line to be different to make it more noticeable.

perks

 

[WickedEve]

Perky

I see this thread is still going. Girlfriend, you had a great idea when you started this one! I've really enjoyed reading about everyone's inspirations.

WE

 

[perks]

Re: Perky

I see this thread is still going. Girlfriend, you had a great idea when you started this one! I've really enjoyed reading about everyone's inspirations.

WE

<grin> I've been enjoying babysitting it.

I wish more people would tell me their thoughts/feelings about specific poems.

Those green percale sheets of yours, for instance<smile>

 

[heterotic]

<smile> I actually meant it that way. Quill is a reference not only to a writing implement but a sharp spine or spindle. It is a play on piercing. I wanted that first line to be different to make it more noticeable.

perks

Aha! It certainly did make it noticeable. I need to learn about the whole word mechanics thing, when it's ok to break the rules...

 

[perks]

Aha! It certainly did make it noticeable. I need to learn about the whole word mechanics thing, when it's ok to break the rules...

lol, I need to learn it too. I just write<smile>

here's another
There Never Was a You and Me
by perky_baby ©

There was never a touch of my lips to your skin
a flick of my tongue to your mouth
a warming of your heart towards mine
a movement of my hand down .......south

There was never a beating of my heart
a shiver of my thighs
a gasp of longing
a look in your eyes

There never was that one kiss
a luscious slip of the tongue
a stolen breath
an orgasm unsung

There never was a you and me
a binding of body, spirit and mind
a thrilling combination
of a true love find

this is also a play on words, or verb tense actually. Was is refering to the past tense, which means two lovers are in the present.
this poem was inspired by an argument between myself and a guy online who wanted to become more intimate with me. We'd always been close, but I was with someone else. This poem was to both people a different meaning for each.

 

[SA Storm]

Wonderful thread Perky, most of my poetry is conceptualized rather than taken from actual events. There are exceptions:

Flying Blind
By SA Storm

Close your eyes.
rustle in darkness,
as the sound of smiles
move across us.

We close our eyes
when we talk,
as we kiss
while my touch waltzes.

We close our eyes,
capturing the intensity of moments.
My voice wraps around you,
as audible pleasure.

You stretch and sigh
sink into a rhythm of thought
all in darkness
with eyes closed.

We close our eyes,
to feel breaths chasing skin.
Pulling your nipple into my mouth
as I enter you
we prefer to be blind.

copyright 2002
bluelight inc.

This poem is based on conversations with a lover, we would often speak late at night each laying in darkness. On one evening I heard a thud a small crash, she had knocked something over as we talked she told me that often she listened to me with her eyes closed. I laughed at first then I opened my eyes realizing I was doing the same thing. On those occasions when we are in physical contact I often have to fight to keep my eyes open as I touch her. Shutting off my main sense seems to allow me to intensify others. Intimacy is measured in darkness that was my thought as I wrote this poem. When we touch, kiss, make love a good percentage of the time we close our eyes.

 

[just pet]

This poem is based on conversations with a lover, we would often speak late at night each laying in darkness.Shutting off my main sense seems to allow me to intensify others. Intimacy is measured in darkness that was my thought as I wrote this poem. When we touch, kiss, make love a good percentage of the time we close our eyes.

Love the poem and the comment is SO true. I often write about being blindfolded in my poetry (it is D/s) but there is a tuning in to other senses when, being so visual, I can really be free to listen and experience fully.

 

[juicygirl]

Just for a change of pace,


I look at you eyes wide open,
I feel you with hands wide open,
I kiss you there with my mouth wide open,
And I long for you with my eyes wide shut.


My last lover was pretty cool, and I am sorry that the lover is gone.

 

[perks]

Just for a change of pace,


I look at you eyes wide open,
I feel you with hands wide open,
I kiss you there with my mouth wide open,
And I long for you with my eyes wide shut.


My last lover was pretty cool, and I am sorry that the lover is gone.

interesting, did you see the movie? Did that happen to influence you at all?

 

[juicygirl]

I saw the movie, but it didn't inspire me. Rather, it was the idea of closing your eyes. I only do that when I miss someone. Course its fine you do, I just don't.

 

[perks]

I saw the movie, but it didn't inspire me. Rather, it was the idea of closing your eyes. I only do that when I miss someone. Course its fine you do, I just don't.

Do you have more? I'd like to read it, and have you show me the beginnings.

 

[juicygirl]

I will, though I haven't done any poetry in a really long time. Let me see what I can find perky. And I will tell you the beginning.

I once thought of the following lines about an impossible love

Little does she love me, little is she mine,
Walks in lightly does she . . .

The I couldn't figure out how to go on. Talk about frustration. What do you guys think about AmyFirst's stuff?

 

[daughter]

juicygirl

I realize we're on a porn board so let me keep that in mind. You asked about amyfirst's work.

I think she's a teen who likes porn who thinks poetry is breaking prose into stanzas that look like poetry. Her pic implies she's a friendly girl. Now her poetry:

Erotica is more than body parts and poetry is more than stanzas.
I don't watch porn for content and I don't read poetry to masturbate. Now if poetry is sensual and gets me aroused, that's very cool, but it will take more than describing fingers in a slit.

Peace,

daughter

 

[juicygirl]

I don't necessarily disagree with you. I liked her one of her Daddy poems though. Though surely one can make poetry even from individual body parts . . . "Ode to a grecian left big toe," in iambic pentameter tercets. I may have the specific terminology wrong ( I am a goof), but I don't think that its wrong to impose order to the poetic or, as Adrienne Rich and Anne Sexton have shown, write specifically feminine sexual poems. But maybe that's not what you meant.