Poetic Inspiration

[daughter]

all things sexual

juicy--

I love Adrienne Rich's work and I certainly respect Ms. Sexton's.

I do not object to sexual themes. I enjoy them a great deal; that's how I showed up here. What sucks is the drivel being passed off as art. I'm not arguing for D.H. Lawrence material, but b-rated porn often is flat and uncreative.

What I dislike is poorly contructed work. Call me anal(I've heard worse) I am annoyed by the notion that poetry means little more than slapping 'poetic' sounding lines together, arbitrarily inserting line breaks and slapping 'poem' on the header.

I resent the casualness of writers touting things as poetry. Do we scribble lines in jest and call ourselves writers? If I plucked a few chords on a guitar, would you call me a guitarist? That's my point. I don't know, but if you're going to bake a cake, you need flour and eggs. Folks might bother to read a recipe or two. Pies ain't cakes and cookies don't require milk.

Have fun, whiz off lines for fun, but then don't be offended if a reader finds no literary merit in the effort. I call a spade a spade. That's all.

I submitted a piece for Judo's challenge. It was fun, and I enjoyed doing it. But it aint erotic; some might call it poetry. I call it parody and mediocre.

Peace,

daughter

 

[juicygirl]

Well that's certainly fair. Though for the most part the people who can work at that level are few and far between. I'm not sure you can expect much more than that. That kind of formal training and insight is very rare. But yes, I do get your point.

I will show them my clit,
Otherwise,
They might miss it.

(I am not sure that this scans right.)

lol!

Where did perky go?

 

[stargirl32]

hi perks i was hoping for some help with this,,, inspired by a casual coment of me wanting to make a paper plane to escape....... but it needs some thing,,, two version here,,, does it need expanding,, or what?????

i bow to your mastery ,, or is that miss_.tery??



Folding paper airplanes,
Enclosing dreams.
in the creases.
Flimsy fantasys .
Of flights of freedom .


or ....
Folding paper airplanes.
Envoloping dreams .
in the folds.
Flimsy fantasys .
Of freedom.


star

 

[juicygirl]

I love your star. I think that both versions of the poem are fun to say. I think you might need to expand if you want to explore your own notions of flimsy flight, or is it fallible flight -- you know, prone to fall or fail.

Burn brightly Star

 

[stargirl32]

I love your star. I think that both versions of the poem are fun to say. I think you might need to expand if you want to explore your own notions of flimsy flight, or is it fallible flight -- you know, prone to fall or fail.

This poem was written because of me wanting not to be here... Of wanting to escape,, but knowing it will never happen,,, so I keep my flimsy fantasies ,, and just dream..

i often write my dreams on the paper.. then fold them and fly them from a hill near my house... may be i could explore the flight and the enevitable crash , and decay of each plane . ok thanks something to work on..

 

[karmadog]

Stargirl, I like the first one better, but take that with a pound of salt. I'm no poet. The one I'm sharing failed to say what I wanted it to.

She drives through the dark,
Coppery guilt lies complacent on her tongue.
The chrome bumper crushes the wind and
White noise edges through
The window slit.

A mile and more away,
The boy is wakeful in his bed.
Once he flew with new-sneaker grace,
Now his shoes
will never show wear.

On the breeze that
Shivers the sheer curtain
Comes one unending chord:
Truck tires trombone and car tires cornet
Along the highway.

When I was 9 or 10, I was hit by a car going 35 or 40. I walked out of the street, but a month later, a kid got killed at the same corner. I sort of averaged our experiences and thought about what it must have been like to hit a kid with a car. The last stanza should be familiar to anyone who has lived near a highway. It was an attempt to link the injured kid and the driver. Based on feedback, it didn't work.

 

[stargirl32]

second verse

Flying free with the winds
Straining against turbulance
Diving ,rising
Failing. Falling,
Crashing to the ground
Decaying in the earth.


karmadog.. with your permission.. ive printed it out and will read it over.. i can see where you wanted to go...,, it just needs tweakiing a little ,, ok..

 

[Debbie]

Budda bing budda bump

Make my coffee to go

By debbiexxx
I like my woman like my coffee
Strong and black, short or tall
Some sweetened, others need none
Latte or mocha, jiving with java
Each day another flavour to sample
Decadent driving desire to drink
The aroma of woman and coffee heady
Blended roast with sensual musky scent
Nostrils flared, sipping and slurping
Tongue licking lip at the full cream
Downing the contents from her hot cup


Drinking my morning hot chocolate, I remembered how great coffee smells. My mind wandered and this poem came to being.

This thread is interesting.
A great insight into poems and how or what brought them about.
Meaningful in more than one way.

More, more I want more.

 

[juicygirl]

Cool and fun. Can I have an espresso doppio.

 

[Fairytat]

For J.E.M.

Gray wire stretches
between melting thighs
shaded by raven hair.
Brown eyes widen in
astonished wonder
as words caress
sensitive ears.
Lips curve into
a spectacular grin,
jubilant sounds
emerging from
my pale throat.
Disappointment curdles
pleasure in soft breast
as we hang up the phone.

***Just a spur of the moment poem as I said goodnight to my boyfriend. I only get to see him every two weeks as we live in different states so our relationship is mostly whispered exchanges on the phone. I think this has made us stronger as a couple because we are able to bare our souls to one another. Plus, the hello sex lasts for days

 

[juicygirl]

Roman Walls,
Crystalline in their pureness,
Cold.
Pause.
Delicate.
Scream.
Smile.
Roman Statues blind never saw me bleeding,
And Roman Justice never judged me seen.

Confusing but self-explanatory I think. I keep running over that scene in my head. I never know how to finish it.

 

[Debbie]

"Baby, you're so fine. I'd drink a tub of your bathwater."

She was like a tall, cold glass of pure water
Wet and refreshing on the eye, no ice queen
Dressed only in silk, her curvy body on display
Posed on crystal clear blue pool's edge at lit resort

Through rose tinted glasses she watches the bathers
She stands tall, walking to the bar, her movements fluid
Barely a ripple or stir but many coveting stares
A waft of rose, lavender and lemon as she passes


On a hot, dry day; a sweltering Summer's day
In the land of fine wine and glorius sunshine
Suddenly I felt the need for a cold shower
Visions of her naked body, wet nublile flesh

Her slippery body, nipples peaking, suds galore
Reaching for the soap on the rope, I carefully slip
My wet body against hers, naked skin to skin
I wish I was her loving loofah in this wet dream

As she sipped her ice tea, I imagined I was the straw,
Her pink rosebud lips around my manly sipper,
Passing full lips tickled by her tongue and tonsils
Down her throat and deep inside, tight and warm

Wishing I was a cup of iced tea, imbibed by her
Going down, down; inside her welcoming embrace
In my fantasy, if played out, I would approach her
Lost in her liquid blue eyes and enveloping beauty,

Leaning close, smelling her, I would whisper softly
Into her delicate precious shell like pink dainty ear
"Baby, you're so fine, I'd drink a tub of your bathwater."
She flushes, saying "Draw me a bath, lover and let's make it happen."


Inspired by karmadog and the good freaking titles thread.
Here is the link to that thread.
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=80298

 

[Sweetwood]

comment

I don't understand your comment on the poem

 

[WickedEve]

I hope you read this Red!

Well, I've just got to share the inspiration behind Studly in Stilettos.

Vulgar ass-swaying
sashay across the room
to where I'm suspended
in disbelief.

Bound and hanging down,
he comes around.
Head touches the floor,
blood rushes.
I see double dongs
dirty dancing
against my hips.
Double jointed,
I bite my lips.

I was suddenly assaulted by this image of Redwave dressed similar to the way Tim Curry was in the Rocky Horror Picture Show! And the only way to purge such unwholesome thoughts was to write them down.

 

[REDWAVE]

I'm just a sweet transvestite . . .

Well, thanks for the thought, Eve-- I sure wish I was as good-looking as Tim Curry was then! This is the guy who turned a straight bar into a gay one for the night, just because he was there. My vision of you is of you reading a Bible, wearing a huge crucifix/dildo around your neck, with "Jesus Loves You" tattoed on your butt, while several men stand around you stroking themselves, and cumming on you . . .

How's that?

 

[WickedEve]

Oh thank you, Red. Now I have my masturbatory fantasy for tonight.

 

[REDWAVE]

Glad to oblige

But, Eve, it would be so much more fun to actually do it. . .

 

[WickedEve]

I actually went to a tattoo parlor to have "Jesus loves you" tattooed on my booty, but the guy messed up, and now it says, "Jess Loves You."

 

[dreamangel_4980]

wicked,if i had a beautiful body like yours ..i'm not sure i'd put any tattos on it ..however that is your choice...sorry things didnt go as planned but now all you gotta do is find someone named Jess,hey?/ just a thought....Angel...

 

[babette]

Sometimes the ocean and bodies of water I think like rivers and beautiful lakes with lots of greenery around helps me think but definatey the ocean and the beach. Just the sound of the surf crashing down on the sand sends shivers down my spine.

 

[Senna Jawa]

I actually went to a tattoo parlor to have "Jesus loves you" tattooed on my booty, but the guy messed up, and now it says, "Jess Loves You."

That's a beauty! U made my day.

 

[WickedEve]

Inspiration behind Tender Torment

While you sleep, I pluck one hair.
I place it in an envelope,
and mail myself a letter.

Days pass, and you bemoan the loss,
rubbing snake oil on bare places.

Between spread thighs,
I press lips to bald head,
and tell you all is forgiven.

My husband inspired this poem. He's always fretting over his "balding" head. He looks like he has a cat on his head, he's so hairy. But he thinks he's thinning out. lol
Anyway, one day he pissed me off (that happens often) So I wrote this poem of wicked vengeance.

 

[JUDO]

Inspiration behind (sic) Slide It In Slow.

-------

Slide It In Slow

The end is near…
It's against my rear.
I can feel the heat
Of some delectable meat.

Like time-lapse photos
That linger and last
Every tingling nerve quakes
As the mast slides past.

Labia stretch to accommodate
So hardened sculpture can pulsate.
Organs spread like a stadium crowd.
The delicious sensate makes me proud.

My hips assist
Hot horizontal press,
But go slow and easy
There's more, not less.

Bulbous head leads the ecstasy
As veined shaft pushes into me,
Delivering pleasure in such a way –
Is a great pastime, wouldn't you say?

Swollen boobs point up
And my feet dance wide
As the sweat pools upon me,
Trickling down my side.

A gasp, a moan and then it's in
As balls outside rest again
Bouncing against my ass thrust firm.
Now, begin your dance that makes me squirm.

-------
It's about that wonderful moment in lovemaking when you're more than ready to accept a hardened penis inside you. He wants it. You want it. And you've been playing and preparing for it. Too often the moment passes very quickly and with good reason, but when you're really having an afternoon or days or doing it (Boy, that doesn't happen often enough), you want every moment to last.

I wanted to take that moment and s-t-r-e-t-c-h it out like time-lapse photography. Feel every little bit before, during and after it occurs. This has happened to me before and it is wonderful when it does.

But it takes two to slide.


- Judo

 

[WickedEve]

Inspiration behind (sic) Slide It In Slow.

-------

Slide It In Slow

The end is near…
It's against my rear.
I can feel the heat
Of some delectable meat.

Like time-lapse photos
That linger and last
Every tingling nerve quakes
As the mast slides past.

Labia stretch to accommodate
So hardened sculpture can pulsate.
Organs spread like a stadium crowd.
The delicious sensate makes me proud.

My hips assist
Hot horizontal press,
But go slow and easy
There's more, not less.

Bulbous head leads the ecstasy
As veined shaft pushes into me,
Delivering pleasure in such a way –
Is a great pastime, wouldn't you say?

Swollen boobs point up
And my feet dance wide
As the sweat pools upon me,
Trickling down my side.

A gasp, a moan and then it's in
As balls outside rest again
Bouncing against my ass thrust firm.
Now, begin your dance that makes me squirm.

-------
It's about that wonderful moment in lovemaking when you're more than ready to accept a hardened penis inside you. He wants it. You want it. And you've been playing and preparing for it. Too often the moment passes very quickly and with good reason, but when you're really having an afternoon or days or doing it (Boy, that doesn't happen often enough), you want every moment to last.

I wanted to take that moment and s-t-r-e-t-c-h it out like time-lapse photography. Feel every little bit before, during and after it occurs. This has happened to me before and it is wonderful when it does.

But it takes two to slide.


- Judo

Yooo hooo... does anyone have a fire extinguisher around. I just spontaneously combusted!

 

[JUDO]

(* giggles malevolently *) Uh-hunh!

I think you just combusted my spontenaity!