tarablackwood22
Literotica Guru
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- Feb 11, 2004
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Tathagata said:let it snow
let it snow
let it snow
there's your distraction
Feel better??
no, Lucifer, I don't........PUT UP THE SNOW-COCK!
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Tathagata said:let it snow
let it snow
let it snow
there's your distraction
Feel better??
tarablackwood22 said:no, Lucifer, I don't........PUT UP THE SNOW-COCK!
Tathagata said:i supose it would be a horrible pun to say that gave me chills...
JCSTREET said:My eyes are burning, needing a rest and I have to untie the kids, let them out a while *grins*
more to come later.
minsue said:Oh, miss Echoes...Your PM box is full so I couldn't reply.
Thank you again for doing such a large chunk of today's reviews.
tungtied2u said:Thank you minsue and echoes for mention in your reviews. And thanks also for your valiant effort and time spent in general in reviewing.
echoes_s, I hope your eyes have cooled down some. r u sure it's not the heat from all this hot poetry making them swell? So much good stuff. I, too am finding hippiedude's offerings fresh and thought provoking.
You're probably both asleep, so here's a presnet by your pillows.
dammit...i keep missing all the fun!!tarablackwood22 said:yes it would be....but you already said it.
oh oh oh oh oh..tarablackwood22 said:Do you expect me to be distracted by a picture of my own ass?
It's in use......I'm SITTING ON IT!!
Syndra Lynn said:
Vampiric_Mirage said:tarablackwood22 said:I'M WRITING LIKE A MADWOMAN.............SOMEBODY HELP ME....... I CANT STOP!!!
DISTRACT ME....SOMEONE SEND ME A PM OR PUT UP A PICTURE OF YOUR ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OLD POET IN THE STREET AT SUNSET
the wet asphalt, the blaze
are so vivid,
alive to the senses,
poignant kisses
for a lifetime of senses.
ah!
to walk a street, tasting
its juvenile vulgarities, seared
by the scorch of a sun
that sinks with him,
leaves history behind, travels
dark to new places.
what waits there does not matter,
wild like a madman’s dream
or soft as the prayer
of a woman in passion, asking
a man for his love.
he falls, hears
the words of his father
as he struggles to his feet,
that time he was taught
to be a man:
rise, son,
this is no day for dying.
he walks again, in slowing pace,
past friends that fit in corners,
dead without death,
past polo players
varnished
with phony proverbs and polyurethane,
past the common
discussing serious matter,
nothing that is not carved
somewhere already
on a caveman’s wall.
hat finely mated to his head
his weary rear smacks a bench
and from his torn bag
he feeds hard bread to birds, shares
the little life that’s left,
those crumbs he brought for them.
the script of a larger poet has taken
his teeth, his hair,
drains his veins
in the name of vainglorious dusk.
walk, son,
this is a day for living.
three-legged again,
through the tip of his cane, meter
to the earth’s pulse,
he knows that his words
were the rants of a fool, his penstroke
sidewalk scribblings.
he tastes death on his lips, feels
his gravedigger’s sweat dripping, feeding
the beds of new flowers,
sees life like Monet saw his cathedral,
through ever-changing light, different
each time,
forcing him to paint another,
another,
and another,
sucking the dried breast of a sunset
on the edge of decision,
ready for orgasm,
and the street
will force climax
with a kiss.
*********************
Wow! I have to agree with Fawnie - This is an Excellent Poem! If this is you as a madwoman, salvation is over-rated!
(P.S. Fawnie, if ya put up a picture of your ass, maybe you'll become Tara's inspiration Just imagine this type of poetry written about your ass)
ok,let me get this right..we bare ass to give inspiration, then we fuck each other for the almighty rating...anything else i should know before i carry on??
perks said:if I have a bone to pick
with the poets
where do I post
no thread to host
my rant
I could start a new one
a ton of bricks
would go over better
words so cold
you need a sweater
I bet I'd get
moderated
cross referenced with
the appropriate response
retaliation swift
swallowing my poetry
and mixing it with bile
miles of it
until those poets
take a shit
tarablackwood22 said:oh....echoes....run away with me!!!
echoes_s said:
lol, it's going to disappear soon! I can't keep that up there
Keep what? What?echoes_s said:
lol, it's going to disappear soon! I can't keep that up there
WickedEve said:Keep what? What?
uhm yeah..that ass left me in terrorechoes_s said:a pic of my but
almost did one of tits once...not bared of course!
lol, my face would even scare you more