Sensual metaphors

[sandspike]

100 for the title

Ain't no telling what you'd write back when BALLplayers really wore shorts.

junior HIGH school
small minds,
jersey's pulled out
of shorts like lighting,
the glance winter tummies
and white bras,
sit on the front row....
it's your head

 

[bluerains]

ty~

wonderful work from each of you...

 

[bluerains]

deep end of her sea
projection of dolphin songs
life’s river of dreams
~~~
dark dunes are singing
trees humming in harmony
sand sways in rhythm
~~~
hearts interweaving
liquid oscillation love
sound synthesizes
~~~
life becomes a beach
two become one flowing stream
unshackling light
~~~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

deep end of her sea
projection of dolphin songs
life’s river of dreams
~~~
dark dunes are singing
trees humming in harmony
sand sways in rhythm
~~~
hearts interweaving
liquid oscillation love
sound synthesizes
~~~
life becomes a beach
two become one flowing stream
unshackling light
~~~

great picture blue~
I'll have to think on this one <grin

they gather
they gather
to the light of the sun
a ring of perfection
in a porpose's song

 

[sugarmountain]

Thought for the Day

Some time today
slip away to some place quiet
touch yourself
think of me at that moment
kissing you someplace private

I'll be with you in thought
so don't get caught
when your thighs begin to shake
shut and lock the door
think of me some more
take as long as you need to take

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Some time today
slip away to some place quiet
touch yourself
think of me at that moment
kissing you someplace private

I'll be with you in thought
so don't get caught
when your thighs begin to shake
shut and lock the door
think of me some more
take as long as you need to take

well now, aint that some sizzling sweet mountain of thoughts <grin
I like~

 

[RhymeFairy]

yes, it's true. I need ... a vacation. *winks


sand sprinkles, sliding
through fingers,
some - softly linger.

salty air,
sweltering heat.
bodies sweaty,
head to feet.

bodies in motion,
wave after wave.
swimming, the ocean.

blue skies welcoming,
suns sweet kiss.
lay naked sunning.

coconut milk,
on bottom lips
kisses tasting
like silk.

day at the beach
you and I
pleasuring you,
I beseech ...


..

 

[bluerains]

details

myriad of what ifs
hang in possibilities
most are rarely real

 

[My Erotic Trail]

myriad of what ifs
hang in possibilities
most are rarely real

what if
I could
but don't
because
I never
and won't
but can
change
what if
to
did

 

[champagne1982]

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[sandspike]

Hot is cool

sand sprinkles, sliding
through fingers,
some - softly linger.

salty air,
sweltering heat.
bodies sweaty,
head to feet.

bodies in motion,
wave after wave.
swimming, the ocean.

blue skies welcoming,
suns sweet kiss.
lay naked sunning.

coconut milk,
on bottom lips
kisses tasting
like silk.

day at the beach
you and I
pleasuring you,
I beseech ...


..

I'll take you where the music's playing
take you where the lights are low,
under the boardwalk
down by the sea

ok...it's the Drifters, but they and I hope you get the vacation of
your dreams:

somewhere above the ending
and after the begining
your horizon comes into view,
catch the site before the
negatives destory
the thoughts your words renew

 

[bluerains]

I love your work carrie...ty

denim butterfly
Bohemian rhapsody
scatters life's nectar

A recent work -

Self-Portrait (the artist as a girl)

Pink ribbons in dusty brown
field mouse hair, quick
and nervous fidgets
at pleats in chiffon
skirts threatening
to swallow eyes too big
and pointed chin
below pink ribbon lips.

Set free in denim
and fleece with spring
meadows billowing up around
the tightly held legs
and arms strung with sinew,
taut, to release all at once
amid strawberry blossoms
and new green in denim
as free as she.

 

[sugarmountain]

spring bursts forth
once again the earth's skin
is brought to full flush
the blush of pink,
radiant white
bold yellow
blossoms balance
on branches, teeter
float to the ground
colored kisses to awaken
the sleeping soil

slender sprouts
lift their young heads
searching for warmth
responding to caresses
of soft breezes
and gentle rains
as Mother Nature nurtures
her youngest children
the cycle has begun
once more come full circle,
the earth rejoices

I am green with envy
stuck in winter's rut
my flesh is unkissed
palid and cold
I sit silently
caught in my cave
huddled in hibernation
pray for a saviour
to roll away the stone
give me life

 

[My Erotic Trail]

spring bursts forth
once again the earth's skin
is brought to full flush
the blush of pink,
radiant white
bold yellow
blossoms balance
on branches, teeter
float to the ground
colored kisses to awaken
the sleeping soil

slender sprouts
lift their young heads
searching for warmth
responding to caresses
of soft breezes
and gentle rains
as Mother Nature nurtures
her youngest children
the cycle has begun
once more come full circle,
the earth rejoices

I am green with envy
stuck in winter's rut
my flesh is unkissed
palid and cold
I sit silently
caught in my cave
huddled in hibernation
pray for a saviour
to roll away the stone
give me life

spring forward
from ice to sun shine
warm water
and green grass

falling backward
is memories
of winters hug
thawing
in the spring
forward

 

[quietpoet]

am I breathing?

History, as seen through the misty eyes of a cynic

Years erode truth.
Cloudy details get lost in fogs of bacchanalia,
flushed down fetid traverses, diluting.

Yesterday we made love.
The earth rose to greet once chaste flesh,
pulling, joining, connecting.

My detailed transcription falters.
Fog distorts the magic,
moves it to lost realms of mystical

where nothing is the way it seems.

Books dance around the fantasy.
The akashic is probably that way,
just bold exclamation points, mislaid adjectives.

Life perpetually teases.
Lost in goals, endings, purpose eludes,
cavorts with amnesia,

memory’s shroud fading the edges.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

History, as seen through the misty eyes of a cynic

Years erode truth.
Cloudy details get lost in fogs of bacchanalia,
flushed down fetid traverses, diluting.

Yesterday we made love.
The earth rose to greet once chaste flesh,
pulling, joining, connecting.

My detailed transcription falters.
Fog distorts the magic,
moves it to lost realms of mystical

where nothing is the way it seems.

Books dance around the fantasy.
The akashic is probably that way,
just bold exclamation points, mislaid adjectives.

Life perpetually teases.
Lost in goals, endings, purpose eludes,
cavorts with amnesia,

memory’s shroud fading the edges.

good to see you again QP~
I enjoy your writes <grin

i like this..."Books dance around the fantasy."

 

[poeticidolhost]

ouch don't ya just hate it when you are not used to using an alt...ugh...

 

[bluerains]

Hunab Ku

Waves conjure electrified brew
from auric tears bleeding
across boundless lonely horizon.
On this night she who had no name
fell under the spell of a mangrove moon
touching heights of a
galactic blue butterfly.
Crown of blue is splintered
into the fiery brand of the phoenix.
Pleidian porpoise rejoices
in sounds of mourning rain.

 

[RhymeFairy]

muse ~ amused ~ spring ~ forward

spring forward
from ice to sun shine
warm water
and green grass

falling backward
is memories
of winters hug
thawing
in the spring
forward

Fast forward this muse. Take
her witty wings. String her up,
devil dancing with glee. Long
day, finally pass. Spring up,
to tomorrow, don't you dare.

Rest is required, for this weary
soul. Writing for all, I have
and hold. Solitary nights,
bloodshot morns. Pinch me
baby, for I must not dream.

Nightly visions to carry on.
Grabbing, screaming behind
heavenly lids. Flutters of
sparrows, taking mid air
flight, Tenderly, hold me tight.

Muse cuts chase. Frothy,
musical laughter, escapes.
Her wit still intact. Ladder
drops, end of day. Too
soon, fast forward,
mused ...



Just a thought, lol.

 

[quietpoet]

Thanks Art!

I now have a bit more time, but the brain seems to be slow to the punch... I feel a bit like . Sighs... It will get better though!!!

QP

good to see you again QP~
I enjoy your writes <grin

i like this..."Books dance around the fantasy."

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I now have a bit more time, but the brain seems to be slow to the punch... I feel a bit like . Sighs... It will get better though!!!

QP

bows (~_~) humble
I hope to see more of your poetry <grin
it not only is a muse for me but I truely enjoy reading yours and blues writes, they fill a need to read good poetry as much as learn new words <grin

glad to see ya!

 

[quietpoet]

Are we getting mixed feelings?

Did anyone get a feeling that things aren't what they were in Florida by my last poem? HMMM... One should never have to explain the meanings of a write, but, in this case, perhaps it is wise! Aging smooths out the rough edges. The problem, from my not so lofty vantage point, is that memory also loses its keenness. That isn't saying that it disappears, just that some of the exact specifics elude, such as the way the sun glints off a blade of grass. We always remember and appreciate the big things, like love, but we sometimes become lost in the day to day. Did a rumor start about the Blue??? Sometimes rumors are pure fantasy or someone elses wishful thinking!

You are all the bomb!

QP

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Did anyone get a feeling that things aren't what they were in Florida by my last poem? HMMM... One should never have to explain the meanings of a write, but, in this case, perhaps it is wise! Aging smooths out the rough edges. The problem, from my not so lofty vantage point, is that memory also loses its keenness. That isn't saying that it disappears, just that some of the exact specifics elude, such as the way the sun glints off a blade of grass. We always remember and appreciate the big things, like love, but we sometimes become lost in the day to day. Did a rumor start about the Blue??? Sometimes rumors are pure fantasy or someone elses wishful thinking!

You are all the bomb!

QP

I haven't heard any rumors about the blue. Like Lauren's poem that no one understood but lauren, as long as they feelings come from with-in and the author enjoyed and likes their write, does it mean that others must understand it as well. I have seen (many) poems come through here and not have a clue what it means. I am just now understanding that this type poetry is a vent/play, drive to write by a poet and readers are to enjoy it for what it is and not an understanding. I have always been a person to 'X' out of a read if I do not understand it. But lately I have tried a bit harder to understand what some one writes. Of course with big words it becomes fun because I invent meanings for them rather than look them up. (bigrin) if you are talking with some one and use such words you don't go running to a dictionary while having the conversation to find their meaning. You ask the person your talking to, or not <biggrin. Here is my only poem that I wrote to make it a little hard what I was trying to describe and see if you can figure out what it is....have a quality weekend.

silver slut
by My Erotic Tail ©

silvery slut

wide open

cup
runneth over

waste laced
on the corner

newspaper flies
from
wind and aroma

metalica coma

trashy basket case

sunglasses bottle o booze

yesterday's meal ticket

waiting waiting waiting

to be picked up!

 

[quietpoet]

I like it

silver slut
by My Erotic Tail ©

silvery slut

wide open

cup
runneth over

waste laced
on the corner

newspaper flies
from
wind and aroma

metalica coma

trashy basket case

sunglasses bottle o booze

yesterday's meal ticket

waiting waiting waiting

to be picked up!

I haven't read many about the proverbial street urchins before, but you did a great job with this!

QP

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I haven't read many about the proverbial street urchins before, but you did a great job with this!

QP

it is a trash can <big grin