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vampiredust said:
Yeah! I did enjoy this poem... as well! (~_~)
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vampiredust said:
Thanks for the mention, Art.My Erotic Trail said:Dairy Queen Girl by neonurotic ... oh what fun you can have with a ice cream machine and a dairy queen girl <bigrin...
also...
Postcards and a pocket full of Greece , neo's poetic charm always intrigues me! (~_~)
HeMan-n-pookie said:I am considering writing a poem. So hello and beware. I may write a poem.
TheDR4KE said:my memory of you,
half challenge, half teasing restraint,
transforms in one sexy cuss
holy
fuck
and leaves me enflamed
again
my memory of you
flooding my blood and my brain -
just as you have to go, just
holy
fuck
you left me unmade,
again
my memory of you
the colours, breath, touching, and games
Shakti, I think of you thus:
Holy.
Fuck -
let us both reach out
again.
saldne said:Ice chip boogie
I teased and played with your feet
and fists, did it on purpose
by eating ice chips day and night,
which most likely gave you shivers
inside my belly, causing you to
do your little dance, spinning
round and round. I never exactly
knew what direction you were in.
I took hard punches around
the sides going towards my back
but found it fascinating, beautiful,
knowing I created you with a little
help from two men. One was
bigger than the other, or maybe not.
Everyone saw my love for
flowered maternity shirts and I
showed off how I'd wake you
within seconds. The shirt would
bubble up then flatten and repeat.
I thought for sure you'd be
born with the umbilical cord
wrapped around your neck,
got worried at the end when
you were painfully heading out,
screamed like most pregnant women
do in movies and was told to shut up
from the doctor.
And I still sucked on ice cubes
through delivery even though
I wasn't allowed, pushed as hard
as I could, and there you were
on top my belly after a thirty-hour fight
having peach colored, velvet-like skin,
and the last thing that came out
of my body was the largest
ice cube I found in the styrofoam cup
I hawked at the doctors forehead.
You weren't the only one dancing, baby.
Two for life and one for death.
(major revision needed - 1 minute left!)
Edit: Too much pressure for time. This has to be my last. I know. I suck.
Tristesse2 said:Welcome home, Quackers. You've still got it, I see.
I live on the eastern limit of the mountain time zone in Alberta. 15 kms east of me you are welcomed to central time, which in Saskatchewan can mean they are either the same time or an hour behind (the cows don't like daylight savings time).The Mystery Valiant said:OK, I understand time zones..., but how can My poem have been approved on the 7/18/06 when it isn't even that date yet? I'm assuming that it wasn't approved just before I came on the forum at 11:00pm. That would be too much of a co-incidence. I just would like a little idea of how this works.
champagne1982 said:I live on the eastern limit of the mountain time zone in Alberta. 15 kms east of me you are welcomed to central time, which in Saskatchewan can mean they are either the same time or an hour behind (the cows don't like daylight savings time).
It is a fact that until midnight on any given day, I'll be (temporally)a day behind anything east of me. It was the 18th of July where Literotica has its time zone settings and where you live (and points west of you, too) still hadn't passed 00:00:01 18/07/06 on the clock.
TheDR4KE said:my memory of you,
half challenge, half teasing restraint,
transforms in one sexy cuss
holy
fuck
and leaves me enflamed
again
my memory of you
flooding my blood and my brain -
just as you have to go, just
holy
fuck
you left me unmade,
again
my memory of you
the colours, breath, touching, and games
Shakti, I think of you thus:
Holy.
Fuck -
let us both reach out
again.
perks said:I may just have to start writing again.
f-cynyr said:"This was the unkindest cut of all."
--From Julius Caesar (III, ii, 187)
My initial reaction on seeing my poem mentioned in the New Poems Review was astonishment and a humble delight. I think the customary procedure is to thank the reviewer.
Alas, dear Mr. LeBroz, while I am grateful that apparently my poem is not quite the worst of the offerings today, the manner in which you “reviewed” (euphemistically, you understand) was truly “damning with faint praise”. In short, you make it abundantly clear that there is really nothing worth reading today, but in a pinch, if you are absolutely desperate, check out the offerings you indicate.
“Not much really tickled my fancy but at least check these out:”
As a former parliamentary reporter for a provincial newspaper, I am completely in sympathy with your need for a break from the tedium of in-House obfuscation and I apologize that my offering was unable to provide you with even a momentary break; however, I feel it might have been more …. politic …. to merely acknowledge that there was nothing outstanding or unusual enough to review this lovely Wednesday.
I’ll be blunt; for myself, the sting of your review is slight – I have no pretension to poetic brilliance and confess myself touched and pleased at how kindly my efforts have been received to date. However, I find I must object on behalf of the others you reluctantly mentioned – I have been reading their material for some time, and although not a prolific commentator, I vote regularly. Each of those poets is unique with their own vision and their own turn of phrase. Each, to my mind, is sincere and is taking (in essence) Kierkeguaard’s “leap of faith” by putting out there to the sometimes cruel world, that which is close to their heart and soul.
I believe that that type of sincerely should be respected. In essence, mentioning a writer as (in essence) the ‘best of a bad lot’ is at best, condescending, at worst, ignorant.
On that note, I’ll shut up –
As a last comment – a sincere and grateful thank you to wildsweetone for your mention of the phrase from my poem Whispers – that phrase is actually one of the few I am actually satisfied with and I am truly happy that you liked it!
wildsweetone said:you're welcome. i feel the rest of the poem needs some work, but I loved that phrase.
i also feel the urge to speak up on LeBroz's behalf (not that he needs me to explain for him). i believe you have misread his review and seen it in a slightly negative light.
i think the emphasis of his words should be placed on 'but at least check these out'.
also you might like to note, there were many poems that did not get a mention at all. when i don't mention a poem, i have either missed it or i simply didn't like it. when i choose a particular phrase to mention, it is usually that phrase that has caught my attention and sometimes not the rest of the poem.
please keep in the back of your mind that what might 'tickle' one reviewer's fancy may well not tickle anothers. on another day another reviewer may well have just left it up to the readers to make their own choices without suggestion.
if you would like constructive criticism for your poems, please bring them along into the Construction thread in the forum. you'll be more than welcome.