It's the 2026 Poem-a-Week Challenge (This is a *poems only* thread.)
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Oh, her long black hair
Knotted tightly in a braid
Wrap it round your hand
Pull back hard and enter her
And then spank her pretty ass
Knotted tightly in a braid
Wrap it round your hand
Pull back hard and enter her
And then spank her pretty ass
Angeline
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Photograph
(after Ted Berrigan's A Certain Slant of Sunlight )
A mother and two daughters
are lined up by the picket fence
that marks a brick row house
on a street of many such houses,
many families with children
dressed for a holiday,
polished and beribboned,
Mama's vinyl pocketbook,
daughters' shiny shoes
and Papa proudly suited
behind a camera saying Everybody
say Swiss Cheese.
Snap
We'll pile in the Studebaker,
drive downtown. Sister will march
in the parade with the other
4-H Thimblettes. It's Memorial Day,
almost my birthday. I'm jealous.
I want music and twirling batons,
I want attention but whatever I want
Snap
will crumble like so much erosion.
Sister disappears from the photo,
then Papa. Mama hangs on
as long as she can and I drive
1000 miles to say goodbye
in time. She waited for me.
I don't have demons, just me
and memory enough to keep
busy through the promised storm.
Week 3, Poem 2, Total 11
(after Ted Berrigan's A Certain Slant of Sunlight )
A mother and two daughters
are lined up by the picket fence
that marks a brick row house
on a street of many such houses,
many families with children
dressed for a holiday,
polished and beribboned,
Mama's vinyl pocketbook,
daughters' shiny shoes
and Papa proudly suited
behind a camera saying Everybody
say Swiss Cheese.
Snap
We'll pile in the Studebaker,
drive downtown. Sister will march
in the parade with the other
4-H Thimblettes. It's Memorial Day,
almost my birthday. I'm jealous.
I want music and twirling batons,
I want attention but whatever I want
Snap
will crumble like so much erosion.
Sister disappears from the photo,
then Papa. Mama hangs on
as long as she can and I drive
1000 miles to say goodbye
in time. She waited for me.
I don't have demons, just me
and memory enough to keep
busy through the promised storm.
Week 3, Poem 2, Total 11
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UFO’s
Cuckolding velocity is a fundamental concept in relationships that defines the minimum speed your wife must attain to permanently break free from the gravitational pull of monogyny.
This speed is a one-time requirement, meaning that once the wife reaches this velocity, she will continue to move manually away from monotony indefinitely without needing any additional propulsion.
The concept establishes a critical cuckold threshold for any wife aiming to leave a celestial body’s sphere of influence; as she travels into planning trajectories for interplanetary probes or UFOs (Unfamiliar Fucks with Others).
10 Not a cuck. Just a writing exercise.
Cuckolding velocity is a fundamental concept in relationships that defines the minimum speed your wife must attain to permanently break free from the gravitational pull of monogyny.
This speed is a one-time requirement, meaning that once the wife reaches this velocity, she will continue to move manually away from monotony indefinitely without needing any additional propulsion.
The concept establishes a critical cuckold threshold for any wife aiming to leave a celestial body’s sphere of influence; as she travels into planning trajectories for interplanetary probes or UFOs (Unfamiliar Fucks with Others).
10 Not a cuck. Just a writing exercise.
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