Sensual metaphors

[My Erotic Trail]

rest in the hollow of my spike
out of the wind and sand
sticking your head out to see
brilliant blues and sandy beaches,
the ocean and lotions which come...
with the territory I hand you



You're right about sandspikes. For the most part
we are white and plastic and have a hole in our
heads. Being a deluxe model I come with a large
to go cup duct taped on my side.

<laughing> I always enjoy your witty humor <grin

spike the sand
streaks of blue rain
fall upon the beach
grey clouds loom
as tracks crest a dune
flowers
butterflys
and hummingbirds too

 

[sandspike]

<laughing> I always enjoy your witty humor <grin

spike the sand
streaks of blue rain
fall upon the beach
grey clouds loom
as tracks crest a dune
flowers
butterflys
and hummingbirds too

Thanks dude. I feel like an uneducated hick on this site. Thank God my
wit is dry and aspirations modified for comfort.

 

[bluerains]

Thanks dude. I feel like an uneducated hick on this site. Thank God my
wit is dry and aspirations modified for comfort.

Both of you are GENUINE and OPEN and btw GREAT POETS....

ty you both for inspiring the muse...

 

[bluerains]

Silver Moon N Blue

Dancing upon
silver tides
in sweet streams of
your sultry breezes,
I eclipse beneath your
immaculate moon
stripping slivers
of winter covering
and blessing bare skin
with reflections
of silvery dust
shining on wavelets
of shifting sands.

 

[sandspike]

metaphor?

humidity as thick as day old coffee
tongue blistered
tip on table
tenderness without the bun
greasy and melting
crab shack got a new waitress



Does the last line make this a description instead of a metaphor,
or is it never a meatphor? If you describe something in diferent
terms there has to be a line about the subject, or not?

 

[My Erotic Trail]

humidity as thick as day old coffee
tongue blistered
tip on table
tenderness without the bun
greasy and melting
crab shack got a new waitress



Does the last line make this a description instead of a metaphor,
or is it never a meatphor? If you describe something in diferent
terms there has to be a line about the subject, or not?

a new crab shack waitress?

crab shack's new waitress


I aint sure, it sounded right till you pointed it out <grin

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[My Erotic Trail]

Dancing upon
silver tides
in sweet streams of
your sultry breezes,
I eclipse beneath your
immaculate moon
stripping slivers
of winter covering
and blessing bare skin
with reflections
of silvery dust
shining on wavelets
of shifting sands.

cool beans >> the pic too <grin

okay submitted the illustrated poem <grin>
"A Radiant Moon"

thanks for the inspiration

 

[bluerains]

humidity as thick as day old coffee
tongue blistered
tip on table
tenderness without the bun
greasy and melting
new waitress at crab shack
about as useful as the jukebox
without change.
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You do have a good metaphor in the "thick as day old coffee"
but, if you want to use a conceptual then something like this last line instead...

I can't say the same for my day at Oz...the waitress was the owner..

 

[bluerains]

cool beans >> the pic too <grin

okay submitted the illustrated poem <grin>
"A Radiant Moon"

thanks for the inspiration

whoo hoo...can't wait to see what you have created from the moon shot...

 

[sandspike]

Thaks Blue & ET

I'd like to take my stuff up a level. Seems to me I'll need to know more about
what I'm doing or why I do it. An uneducated poet with a #2 pencil can be
like a bull in a china shop.

 

[bluerains]

I'd like to take my stuff up a level. Seems to me I'll need to know more about
what I'm doing or why I do it. An uneducated poet with a #2 pencil can be
like a bull in a china shop.

ya seem pretty edumacated to me...but, what am I cept an old hippie tryin to ware shoes..

 

[sandspike]

Meta-do-hicky for hippie female poets

ladies of rhythm
passion and laughter
maturing like swans
winging their way across
my oceans with silent sounds

lazy days and purple haze
this valentine's day

 

[wildsweetone]

ladies of rhythm
passion and laughter
maturing like swans
winging their way across
my oceans with silent sounds

lazy days and purple haze
this valentine's day

i never did quite get the hang of extended metaphors, but i thought that if the words 'like' or 'as' were used then that is a similie.

i.e. 'maturing like swans' = similie


if you said:

'maturing swans' = metaphor
then the 'ladies of rhythm' ARE maturing swans. that is, the maturing swams are a metaphor for the ladies.

 

[sandspike]

meta-dammit

i never did quite get the hang of extended metaphors, but i thought that if the words 'like' or 'as' were used then that is a similie.

i.e. 'maturing like swans' = similie


if you said:

'maturing swans' = metaphor
then the 'ladies of rhythm' ARE maturing swans. that is, the maturing swams are a metaphor for the ladies.

It is just like me
to write a similie
oh, by the way......
I have a hell of a cliche

 

[wildsweetone]

It is just like me
to write a similie
oh, by the way......
I have a hell of a cliche

the only way i know of dealing with cliches is to write them out and keep writing past them until i've found a different way to say what i want.

 

[RhymeFairy]

dainty toes dip
tip and curtsey into the deep
silver spring. ripples
of pleasure ride upon
raspberry kissed cheeks
as goosebumps of excitement
gallop through an ageless time,
for this lil fairy of the night.
lithe limbs flex, flowering ... no,
budding into a beauteous morphemic
morning. she tiptoed through
spring fresh water, reenergizing
spirits of forgotten memories.
humming as she dances. the picture
of innocent beauty ... breathless with
anticipation for her next discovery.
picking wildflowers, spreading petals
upon the wind. wings of gold 'abuzz with
lil hiccuping waves of silver light bursting
forth. everything touched is reborn, refreshed
from it's slumbering sleep from a time
without the touch ... of fairy love.

 

[bluerains]

geez RF

dainty toes dip
tip and curtsey into the deep
silver spring. ripples
of pleasure ride upon
raspberry kissed cheeks
as goosebumps of excitement
gallop through an ageless time,
for this lil fairy of the night.
lithe limbs flex, flowering ... no,
budding into a beauteous morphemic
morning. she tiptoed through
spring fresh water, reenergizing
spirits of forgotten memories.
humming as she dances. the picture
of innocent beauty ... breathless with
anticipation for her next discovery.
picking wildflowers, spreading petals
upon the wind. wings of gold 'abuzz with
lil hiccuping waves of silver light bursting
forth. everything touched is reborn, refreshed
from it's slumbering sleep from a time
without the touch ... of fairy love.

where have you been hiding?
in the realms of a dragon or what...I wrote you a poem just in case you go back
to the lair...


Fairy Harp

hidden in swells
of sounds of a vibrant song

heart flutters
in dragonfly caresses

laying down in fields
of her lady fair myth

clasping the realm
of a drowning dragon

a raven nestles
in quivers of her
circadian twilight

 

[bluerains]

ladies of rhythm
passion and laughter
maturing like swans
winging their way across
my oceans with silent sounds

lazy days and purple haze
this valentine's day

swans thrashing puddles
waddling across distant
oceans of your heart...

 

[sandspike]

none

knowledge wings its way

ugly duckling to swan

enlighting blockheads

senuous metaphors

sky above the masses

who never open books

closer?

 

[wildsweetone]

knowledge wings its way

ugly duckling to swan

enlighting blockheads

senuous metaphors

sky above the masses

who never open books

closer?

this is where i claim rights to being a blockhead and run. lol

i think it's much better, but i don't know enough about metaphors - see you're beyond my level already!

i don't get the 'sky above the masses' part...

hopefully someone will come in here and help out

 

[My Erotic Trail]

this is where i claim rights to being a blockhead and run. lol

i think it's much better, but i don't know enough about metaphors - see you're beyond my level already!

i don't get the 'sky above the masses' part...

hopefully someone will come in here and help out

What is a metaphor?
The term metaphor meant in Greek "carry something across" or "transfer," which suggests many of the more elaborate definitions below:

a comparison between two things, based on resemblance or similarity, without using "like" or "as"
most dictionaries and textbooks

the act of giving a thing a name that belongs to something else
Aristotle

the transferring of things and words from their proper signification to an improper similitude for the sake of beauty, necessity, polish, or emphasis
Diomedes

a device for seeing something in terms of something else
Kenneth Burke

understanding and experiencing one thing in terms of another
John Searle

a simile contracted to its smallest dimensions
Joseph Priestly


Related terms
extended or telescoping metaphor: A sustained metaphor.
The teacher descended upon the exams, sank his talons into their pages, ripped the answers to shreds, and then, perching in his chair, began to digest.

implied metaphor: A less direct metaphor.
John swelled and ruffled his plumage (versus John was a peacock)

mixed metaphor: The awkward, often silly use of more than one metaphor at a time. To be avoided!
The movie struck a spark that massaged the audience's conscience.

dead metaphor: A commonly used metaphor that has become over time part of ordinary language.
tying up loose ends, a submarine sandwich, a branch of government, and most clichés

simile: A comparison using "like" or "as"
Her face was pale as the moon.

metonym: The substitution of one term for another with which it is commonly associated or closely related.
the pen is mightier than the sword, the crown (referring to a Queen or King), hands (referring to workers who use their hands),

synecdoche: The substitution of a part for the whole or vice versa (a kind of metonym).
give us this day our daily bread

 

[RhymeFairy]

Org posted : My Erotic Trail
implied metaphor: A less direct metaphor.
John swelled and ruffled his plumage (versus John was a peacock)



that peacock you spoke of he is a dandy thing,
with his glossy ole buzzard wings. strutting
and dancing toe tapping he sings, strummed out
in the flowing hawk like forest trees. squawking
birds humming with apparent glee.

having his pick of the litter he gleams.
snapping to attention with the fluttering
of pearly pink wings. she sashays on over
and pecks his beak, hoping a piece of flesh
she will sneak.

watching him from afar was no fun.
now she is the talk of the ton.
her dance card is full, she is an instant
success, but Mr. Peacocks life, she has
made 'amess.

kissing his friends, moved into his den
never shall he see peace again. Other birds
dropping in, only to do her bidding leaving him
sitting in the dust. so much to clean up, if only
he were a tiger or bear,for being hen pecked
is to much for this peacock to bare.




ok let's hear it ~~~ lol

 

[RhymeFairy]

A viridian willow
in its serene space
of sea green waves,
aligns sting with clean
in time’s odyssey
of form,
while a dove’s
intermittent wings...
imagine..

4 Sand...

EMULATING THE WILLOW
That the yielding conquers the resistance and
the soft conquers the hard is a fact known to
all men, yet utilized by none
Loa Tzu

you beckon and I follow.
slopes of green hunger
for a touch. see us there
still. sublimely incoherent
from a long lazy, sex hazed
morn. waffle hat blowing
in the misty wind. touching
your cheek with a slow kiss
of heat. limbs resting over
under, knotted into roots
of one. yes, love buried
deep, sets us free.

 

[bluerains]

beneath the willow moon
love bathes
seagrass dawn
with the beauty
of unshackled
communion

 

[sandspike]

cool breezes, hot backside

sand strolls below
path of wonder
leading hearts joyful songs
beauty's back
whisper marsh winds
along the voyeurism melodies

Tell me, are you an artist and poet. I have heard blue crab is the
world's greatest brain food. I think its blow toads.