Companion to the 5 Senses Challenge

Remec, what you did here is very evocative of my airforce days out camping in the spring with my friends at Alberta Beach park near Edmonton. Those fire blankets sure kept the cold at bay, even when wet!

Yay for evocation! *g* I had something a little different almost complete but realized I'd forgotten the mud puddle, so I ctr-xed it and started over.

:cool:
 
A very tender look on late night life of a diva ( in the meaning of a grande dame) and a friend next door. Really enjoyed reading it. Maybe the cinnamon candy is a reason too to pay a visit?

Thank you! I also very much enjoyed your flower and bee poem, which inspired me to do the challenge again. You have some wonderful turns of phrase. I especially liked~

a cloud of stolen fellows mixed with
effusiveness of all things moving


That's so vivid and filled with image, sound and movement. :)

Your Dietrich prompt almost threw me for a loop, but then I realized I could make it work with a quote. That led to thinking of old movies and then Great Expectations, and the poem came together.

I do love that thread. It really encourages one to be creative. :rose:
 
Thank you! I also very much enjoyed your flower and bee poem, which inspired me to do the challenge again. You have some wonderful turns of phrase. I especially liked~

a cloud of stolen fellows mixed with
effusiveness of all things moving


That's so vivid and filled with image, sound and movement. :)

Your Dietrich prompt almost threw me for a loop, but then I realized I could make it work with a quote. That led to thinking of old movies and then Great Expectations, and the poem came together.

I do love that thread. It really encourages one to be creative. :rose:

Thank you for the flowers. I have to blame tod, 'porcelain' instantly brought up an image of a vase and what would know the taste of water better than a plant. The other prompts seemed to fit into that scene just perfectly...

As perfect as your pick of

Go away and come back ten years ago

It summarizes the scene so wonderful, like the spirit of the sleeping Miss Ivy speaks trough the TV, 'Darling, you should have been here in my best years, and seen me in my amazing grace.' Definitely a poem to remember.
 
Damn Angie and Tzara... go away a couple days and you smash out a whole heap of poetry, nice work
 
Damn Angie and Tzara... go away a couple days and you smash out a whole heap of poetry, nice work

Thank you. That was more erotic poetry than I've written in years! Kind of a breakthrough for me after writing a whole lotta poetry about loss.
 
Please go read this poem by Levitating_Bed. It's, like, supergood.






I mean, Superbad was a movie, so "supergood" should be an OK portmanteau too, right?

Never mind. Just read Lev's poem.
 
I know, I know. I just said go read Lev's poem, a 'cuz it was really good. And it is. But so is Angie's latest. Go read that too.



I'm off for tonight to go watch the Mariners blow another late inning lead. Take care, all.
 
Please go read this poem by Levitating_Bed. It's, like, supergood.






I mean, Superbad was a movie, so "supergood" should be an OK portmanteau too, right?

Never mind. Just read Lev's poem.

Thanks for saying so. I'll blame it all on inspiration. There's been plenty of that here lately. In my memos app, I have the prompts and four other half-written poems that you folks keep beating me to. Those poems are all better than mine would have been anyways. It's not a competition, or if it is, it's my favorite kind: when you lose you get inspired. I'd argue that's better than winning.
 
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This has a perfect balance between narration and imagery in my opinion, the poetic devices really hammer home the emotional and psychological abuse

As someone that has seen this behaviour enacted on someone else (my mother) the threats etc it’s traumatic and emotional manipulation of the worst kind.

Harsh piece Angie, harsh and cutting

Thank you Todd. They're some harsh memories but, as you know, the happy ending was I met eagleyez here and found out how good a relationship can be. And I did learn an important lesson from that failed relationship, which is that you can't change anyone but yourself. Wish I had known *that* when I was younger! :rolleyes:

Your poem is very strong, a very evocative picture of city nights and club life which morphs into erotica. I don't agree with everything you said (no surprise there lol...and hey sometimes a woman's place is on top of a man!), but I love you nonetheless.

Oh and imho Fifty Shades of Gray is unmitigated crap! When it came out it was very popular here in the States. All these women I went to school with were having the vapors over it. I was seriously unimpressed but I guess that's what 20 years at Lit will do for ya. :D
 
Thank you Todd. They're some harsh memories but, as you know, the happy ending was I met eagleyez here and found out how good a relationship can be. And I did learn an important lesson from that failed relationship, which is that you can't change anyone but yourself. Wish I had known *that* when I was younger! :rolleyes:

Your poem is very strong, a very evocative picture of city nights and club life which morphs into erotica. I don't agree with everything you said (no surprise there lol...and hey sometimes a woman's place is on top of a man!), but I love you nonetheless.

Oh and imho Fifty Shades of Gray is unmitigated crap! When it came out it was very popular here in the States. All these women I went to school with were having the vapors over it. I was seriously unimpressed but I guess that's what 20 years at Lit will do for ya. :D

I don’t even agree with everything I say, so someone else disagreeing with me is in my opinion pretty much par for the course :p

The club I’m talking about is an underground club, run by and for fetishists, so the erotica is in the same place,

As to the fifty shades of grey.... I read about 15pages and threw the book in the bin, couldn’t understand the hype of the thing and that was supposed to be part of the portrayal, what she thought it would be vs how it is changed her.
 
I don’t even agree with everything I say, so someone else disagreeing with me is in my opinion pretty much par for the course :p

The club I’m talking about is an underground club, run by and for fetishists, so the erotica is in the same place,

As to the fifty shades of grey.... I read about 15pages and threw the book in the bin, couldn’t understand the hype of the thing and that was supposed to be part of the portrayal, what she thought it would be vs how it is changed her.

Thanks for the explanation. What I know about club life could fit in a thimble. I went back and reread your poem and I have a better sense of the continuity of the narrative. :heart:

One of the things about social media that makes me feel very conflicted has been reconnecting with people I went to school with many years later. A few I was thrilled to find again, but mostly it's people who should know better snickering over 50 Shades in between exchanging recipes and family pics. Oy vey!
 
29wordsforsnow, I very much enjoyed reading Harper's Hole. I remember a bike I coveted and received from my parents. And though I didn't lose it to a watery accident, your words resonated with me. Your images are so clear and evocative: the neighbor kid selling bad lemonade, the crash and imagining the bike's afterlife all create a vivid picture of what must be a universal childhood experience.

There is so much good writing on the forum of late. Snow, Tzara, Champ, Lev, Tods, Calli, P'tor, so many of you are inspiring me to write more again. I am so grateful for that! I hope you all keep the poems coming. And I really hope some of you who came back briefly will come back again: Desejo(!), Annaswirls, Mer, Neo (I know I'm forgetting people and I apologize). There is so much talent here, so many different writing styles and ways to learn from each other. :heart: :rose::heart:
 
Thanks Angie. I can only agree, the 5 senses challenge has a certain magic. Trying to find an image with all five prompts is a delight, and the chance to set up a new challenge for the next poem is an instant reward.
 
I'm finally catching up on the five senses thread from too long ago, and can't quite believe how many days have gone by.

Anyway, Angeline and Tzara, I've just finished reading the back-and-forth pieces the two of you wrote a couple of weeks ago, and I think I have to stop there until tomorrow. What a lovely way to end a Friday night. Very much enjoyed the story you created and the excellent writing.
 
I'm finally catching up on the five senses thread from too long ago, and can't quite believe how many days have gone by.

Anyway, Angeline and Tzara, I've just finished reading the back-and-forth pieces the two of you wrote a couple of weeks ago, and I think I have to stop there until tomorrow. What a lovely way to end a Friday night. Very much enjoyed the story you created and the excellent writing.

Thanks Calli :rose:

It's a poemance, giving me serious swoons :heart:

ETA: I'm going to copyright that word lol
 
It's pure pleasure to read a Butters poem in the Senses thread again. I know you're very busy these days, so I'm especially glad my words helped you come up with such a smooth, lyrical piece of writing. :heart:

PS I love "lingerlick"!
 
Thanks for the Second Cummings thread, P'tor. FYI the Five Senses thread was started by Neonurotic, also known as Jamison. He also started the 30/30 thread. He's a good challenger!

I was thinking that Second Cummings could also contain new poems from old groups of senses. That is if you're perusing the Five Senses thread and find a list of senses that tickles your muse, you could still write a poem around them and post it in the Second thread. I'm always looking for inspiration so the idea appeals to me. The new poem would just need to credit the originator of the senses used. They're still second cummings, right? Just an idea. :rose:
 
My deepest bow, Madame Angeline, for Violetta's Waltz.
I wanted to scream "Splendid" and applaude noisely, reading the second stanza. Just to be silenced to tears...

A most sensitive work.
 
My deepest bow, Madame Angeline, for Violetta's Waltz.
I wanted to scream "Splendid" and applaude noisely, reading the second stanza. Just to be silenced to tears...

A most sensitive work.

Thank you dear Snow. :rose:

I very much enjoyed your poem that preceded mine. You have a wonderful range as a poet.

I really like Tzara's journey into the unknown, too (well his car's lol).

The longer I'm here the more I love that thread. I've been reading through the older prompts looking for inspiration. I even found a few of my old poems that I rewrote (and hope I improved).
 
I may sound like a wrong-tuned drama queen, but in a sense, it feels like the last sweet taste of whispering all your aromatic lines was overgrown my summer's springing grass. Can I dare anyone to grab the tickly featherduster and turn their keyboard into a tempting play to lay their fingers on, and softly press, and lustfully poke into, and hammer away on all the right buttons to turn innocent characters into mind-blowing screen escapades?

- or if you prefer -

bumpety bump!
 
Thanks, Angie, for the spontaneous night over at Motel Six.

'Steakhouse fucking'! :D That's bith at once, raw & well done?
 
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