Same Title Challenge

[The_Fool]

Thanks everyone for playing and for any that still want to play. I was enthralled by the response and the number of responses. Especially when I set you all up. I had my own thoughts of what the title brought to mind, but it is interesting to see what such a wild conjunction of words brings out of others. There certainly was no limit on the creativity.

Thanks again for playing.

 

[sophieloves]

well i;m not sure what we're meant to do or say, but here's my two pence worth on some, more to follow:

Tristesse2 - i liked your no.2 best

2. Spieled Erotic Measure
first i liked the play on words, but mostly because it makes me think of how we're putting ourselves out there, under the spotlight, inviting the catcalls - but you tap into the feelings imo. as a poem, i simply enjoyed the moment you placed us in. ty


Cerise Noir:

Predictable strokes
on familiar keys
coax cries on cue

Yet I pluck your strings
or finger your flute
and without fail,
you spill out of tempo

something about the language you've chosen... the sounds in this tickle the senses, and 'coax cries on cue' and 'finger yor flute' made me smile. but the best line has to be the last. makes me remember this one.

Liar: wow, this one was erotic in a way that surprised me, reading it all as metaphorical. appreciate the heady scents/sights you put out there.

Bluerains:

bend tip to rim
and then,
sip slowly

ummmmmmmmmmmmm. 'nuff said

Tathagata:

Torn between
accomplishment and arrival,
I withdrew,
leaving my
devotional intentions
on the belly of the beast.

wow, the visuals there. the placing side by side of the spiritual and physical. impressed.

then your number 3:

Pooled by the computer chair,
dark admissions,
rimmed in shame,
...

soft and luxuriant as
sweet milk,
twitched with a lustful palsy.
...

like digging grapes
from a Jell-O mold,
you were plucked out from my head
and discarded.
---------------------
awesome.


Tzara:
no.1:

These are the things
your life has spilled. I treasure them, erotically.

how rich, how lovely, is this thought? it spills of love

 

[sophieloves]

manipulatrix:

tendrils is such a suggestive word all on its own. add the breaking of the eggs, the other ingredients, the physical movements, everydayness transported then to a sexual coming together

Prefers
the chaos of
inventive, impulsive
cooking

The width, breadth, depth of him.


oh yes so yummy. you take me into the scene

How do you measure a river,
flowing?

the sensuality of a river!


unpredictablebijou:

Spilled Erotic Measure

Eve's apple dripped this juice of wisdom
and taking the snake's taste into her mouth
she savored the salt knowledge
of God, of Good. Now this plum brings
the new tree, rising, eternal.
Idunn's apples granted beauty
and tasted like this hot pearl potion
that now slips from my chin
making me young.

this was one of the most erotic pieces i read here. everything about it, this first verse. visual, sound, you introduced flavours, colours, textures. i loved this - erotically

your no.2 is also so pleasing to read, and these lines jumped out from the rest

I draw
one stretched lace of juice
to smooth my nipple

or bright
and hot across my neck
or filling the hollow
of my collarbone. I draw

circles in pearl
Maori tattoos on my breasts
and cheeks,


flippin' yummy


The Fool:

Curses become prophesies,
vulgar words exchanged between kisses.

so 'of the mouth' these words!


MungoPark11 - oh yeah, oh yeah *does little dance*. a small poem encompassing such sensation

WSO:

It burns after the embers have smoked,
sears the ashen skin
as if a tattoo were inked
with a feather that lack of flight now anchors
to the floor.

until the slow move of shade
embraces the naked bow of flesh.

simply beautiful. a delicacy, soft touches like the feather's edge

 

[unpredictablebijou]

It's all too goddamn brilliant.

So. What happens now? When is the contest officially over? Or is it ever?

 

[The_Fool]

It's all too goddamn brilliant.

So. What happens now? When is the contest officially over? Or is it ever?

What happens how? Write more...

When is the contest officially over? Whenever people stop posting to the thread.

Or is it ever? Not really, cuz there is always another challenge....

 

[Picodiribibi]

Spilled Erotic Measure


.
the
obelisk
is poetry
to plains
of prose
white on
neverfuc
king end
ing white
​

 

[unpredictablebijou]

pico:

rockin'.

bijou

 

[Picodiribibi]

Spilled Erotic Measure


.
the
obelisk
is poetry
to plains
of prose
white on
neverfuc
king end
ing white
​

Spilled Erotic Measure Explained


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[champagne1982]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post, I've had some horror enter my life due to a car crash, a loved one's threatened limb. This is the first opportunity I've had to even get on line.

Here's mine. It was written when I opened Foolio's PM, I just didn't have a chance to post it on the due date.

Spilled Erotic Measure

Two pink lips cracked in denial
of a heart on the scales,
born by a jackal and measured
against a feather of Maat.

Who am I to share these kisses
of joy, oaths carried inside
this love, to overflow my heart
and weigh this life against me?

Pour the solace of your pleasure
over me and take, again that part
that will always belong to you
and set me free upon the fields.

 

[The_Fool]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post, I've had some horror enter my life due to a car crash, a loved one's threatened limb. This is the first opportunity I've had to even get on line.

Here's mine. It was written when I opened Foolio's PM, I just didn't have a chance to post it on the due date.

Spilled Erotic Measure

Two pink lips cracked in denial
of a heart on the scales,
born by a jackal and measured
against a feather of Maat.

Who am I to share these kisses
of joy, oaths carried inside
this love, to overflow my heart
and weigh this life against me?

Pour the solace of your pleasure
over me and take, again that part
that will always belong to you
and set me free upon the fields.

Darling, your heart is in the right place. Hope all goes as well as possible with the aftermath. Thanking of you and yours...

BTW, the poem rings.....The first stanza really grabs.

 

[champagne1982]

Thankyou, you wonderful man! I can't say how hard it has been to stay positive in all this.

There is still a mind,
an intact spine
but an arm still hangs
in the balance.

Were it mine
I could feel it wrapped
in joy around his neck

Were it mine
I'd bear the pain gladly
that he would no more
suffer it

Were it mine
I would sacrifice
all that keeps me whole
that he would never
feel this pain

Were it mine
I would not be begging
that I could have it.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Champagne, my sweet, I am two things:

1. Impressed as hell by your poetry
2. Sending all my best energy and magick to your situation.

Keep the faith. Keep us posted. I'm lighting a candle for you and yours.

bijou

 

[Angeline]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post, I've had some horror enter my life due to a car crash, a loved one's threatened limb. This is the first opportunity I've had to even get on line.

Here's mine. It was written when I opened Foolio's PM, I just didn't have a chance to post it on the due date.

<smip>

I'm so sorry Champ. You've had more than your share over the past few years, haven't you? For what it's worth, I'll say a prayer that everything goes right for you.

 

[champagne1982]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post, I've had some horror enter my life due to a car crash, a loved one's threatened limb. This is the first opportunity I've had to even get on line.

Here's mine. It was written when I opened Foolio's PM, I just didn't have a chance to post it on the due date.

<smip>

I'm so sorry Champ. You've had more than your share over the past few years, haven't you? For what it's worth, I'll say a prayer that everything goes right for you.

Think of the good karma deficit I'm holding. I shall find Nirvana soon.

ooommmm...

Thanks for your concern everyone and your wishes and thoughts are bouying when I most feel like it's time to sink. You are ALL wonderful

 

[Tathagata]

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post, I've had some horror enter my life due to a car crash, a loved one's threatened limb. This is the first opportunity I've had to even get on line.

Here's mine. It was written when I opened Foolio's PM, I just didn't have a chance to post it on the due date.

Spilled Erotic Measure

Two pink lips cracked in denial
of a heart on the scales,
born by a jackal and measured
against a feather of Maat.

Who am I to share these kisses
of joy, oaths carried inside
this love, to overflow my heart
and weigh this life against me?

Pour the solace of your pleasure
over me and take, again that part
that will always belong to you
and set me free upon the fields.

Sorry to hear about your troubles Champ
If theres anything I can do ...
my thoughts and prayers are with you

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

I echo the other's sentiments, Carrie. All the very best from me.

 

[Liar]

Indeed. I'll buzz you a good vibe, C.
And good to see you. I was beginning to wonder.


Oh, btw. Re: your "spilled" poem:
Damn!