New Poetry Recommendations

[bluerains]

Monday's Halloween Musings

27 treats of eye candy to crunch before the wee tricksters come out to play...

First is a twister
a dyslexic mirror
by lobomao ©

for the critic to marvel as he/she grabs the dictionary and holds the spell chek key..

Next up
Found Poem #4
by Bill Dada ©

Whenever I hear
the word culture,
I release the
safety catch
on my pistol..
Sounds like some ole mountain men I have met a time or two...trick or saweet...

A bit of October windy words from the zen den...
zmp ~ wind
by My Erotic Tale ©


Thoughts drift from the musing mind...
When Words Fail
by Basil_Ganglia ©
....
"I can only write of now,
for now is eternal,
every day,
every moment,
is now." Tis a subject I most enjoy writing about..so I liked that verse very much.. even though the last verse was a bit weak..to easy...


A nice erotic rhyme to unwind inside satin sheets , oh my read this one to your huni buni...
Passion
by sonofmydad ©


And hoo hoo hoo...joy to the world and all that blah blah humbug season chatter as our literotica tree is trimmed by Sack....its the great pyramid Charlie Brown...thanks Sack...
The Great Pyramid of Literotica-Revisited by sack ©



Last, this was a repost error..I posted it and it disappeared for some reason and popped back up...
Crossing Changes
by bluerains ©

Thats all folks...read and comment and have a safe but, scary halloween

 

[Du Lac]

Late thoughts from Sunday....

Hi all..
thank you for the great response to the Sunday Community Reviews! I was away camping under the shooting stars... hence I am a wee bit late with my pics....

May I suggest:

War's Vision by Le Broz

Obstacle by darthjser

and ....

Ophelia by stacistatas

all are worth a read and ponder. Thank you all again for coming together for the Sunday reviews I look forward to seeing more from others on Sunday. See you next week
du~

 

[Algonquin Twit]

From the Algonquin Hotel

Dorothy once said of a novel she was reviewing: "This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force."

So, with today's poetry bouncing off walls like so many superballs, I found one I couldn't toss aside. Its whirling wordplay, alliteration and hint of internal rhyme drew me into the odd reflection... a dyslexic mirror by lobomao

"I pull you through my mouth
with twistongue echos repeating
double stop rhymes and such
so and so and sorry so
but know now I know you know
what likes it might like be
behind these star crossed eyes
you see I see what you see
through the shattered mirror..."

Dorothy might roll her eyes a bit, but I think I can convince her this one is worth reading... several times in fact.

Okay, another one you shouldn't toss aside is:Crossing Changes by bluerains

Though it bordered on melodramatic, I think Dorothy would like reading "...amid viridian mist in..." aloud. I sure did.


The rest of the poems? Well, my arm is a bit sore.


Well that's a twit's take on Monday's poems, read 'em yourselves and see which one's you'd throw aside with great force. As for me... I'll be busy today.

the A. Twit

"I've been too fucking busy, and vice versa."
______Dorothy Parker

 

[Guest]

Twenty-four poems to be reviewed this first day of November and I’m listening to Bach’s English Suites.

First up Angeline works her magic in Room With A View presenting some lovely images -

“One window hangs
in a brown frame
with a lavendar candle
and patchouli incense
on the sill to demarcate
my world.”

- and with a beautiful structure that turns from the security of memories outward to a less-than-secure world made all the more piquant for me with Glen Gould’s accompaniment.

lobomao has six new poems showing today. This poet expresses his own unique style using alliteration and clever word choices. I enjoyed them all.

Merry Go Round by Temptress1 is a prose poem that reads a bit like a gossip on crack. I find her voice refreshing different and daring, looking forward to reading more of her work.


Final Renovation a cleverly titled poem by Liar – a relationship’s Indian Summer dying days. Bitter and yet philosophical, after all, it happens to us all. Some lovely lines –

“We let in
an indian summer wind,
spiralling a dust cloud in the sun.
You stepped in
and swirled along
to tell me that a new day had begun.”

Coming by dr_mabeuse is a bit untidy but well worth reading – I wish it was more “show” and less “tell”..

Dewdrop by CuriousWife is a cautionary piece about one night stands that won’t leave. Nicely done but too short for a quote – Oh! What the heck!

“I knew what he needed
in the second that it took
to swallow cappuccino
confessions at three a.m.,
and against my better judgment –“


Lastly I recommend your own punishment by dorksicle is an odd piece by a prolific but – largely – unrecognized poet.

Bach's finished and so have I, I’m sure I’ve left off your personal favourite of the day. Please go and read your fellow poets, vote, comment and add any you think need mentioning here.

Thank you.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

2.Nov.2005

There are only 13 new poems posted so far, and you're invited to read them all for yourself. I didn't find anything particularly memorable amongst today's offerings, but perhaps some of you will!

Otherwise, you could take the opportunity to visit the Poetry Discussion Circle and comment on Rybka's poem "Near Nigh Now". It will be well worth your time.

 

[sack]

Bee and Butter....

Bee and Butter, by Red Haired and Friendly is a sweet absolutely adorable little poem. It's well worth a read, especially for those seeking an escape from heavier fare!


Sack

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday November 3, 2005

Again, there are 23 new submissions to read on this first Thursday of November, and as I always do, I bring you one non-erotic "spinner" from the archives with which to start.

Today's Golden Oldie:
This poem comes from June of 2004, and I found this one by longtime member Cordelia on the 14th spin. Unfortunately she has not posted a new poem this year and I miss her.
I see that this is a form poem, but I don't know the name of the form. - Anybody else know and want to tell us?

Waiting Room

Rapture waits in time I’ve loaned
to festivals in a “maybe” past.
My trip to the moon has been postponed.

I sigh in spectrums under-toned,
with passions held in color-fast
while rapture waits in time I’ve loaned

with interest. I am unatoned
until I surrender up, at last.
My trip to the moon; it’s been postponed.

Tranquil in the seconds owned
with minutes counted, softly passed
in rapture. I have time I’ve loaned

to one collecting fees, disowned
by passing title. Yet all’s surpassed:
my trip to the moon has been postponed.

In patience, which has been condoned,
I hold my tickets, business-classed.
While rapture waits in time I’ve loaned.
And my trip to the moon has been postponed.

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Oregon Gal is a brand new contributor to the Literotica poetry scene. She enters flourishing a fistful of poems. I find them of varying quality and some that could be stronger with a little editing, but do I see some talent here worth encouraging. So click on her name above and go read her work. Then leave some comments and tell her what you think.

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Man Ray
posts two versions of the same poem today:

tree explodes

walking together in our special woods
a tree explodes in Autumnal shrapnel
swirling, twirling shards of colour
we're caught in the arboreal blast
laughing with love stricken eyes

tree explodes (edited version)

We’re here together in our secret woods
as trees explode in Autumn shrapnel
swirling shards of colour fall
and we're caught in the windy blast
laughing, love struck.

The above peom is edited by a poet who I greatly admire so I thought it would be interesting for the two versions of the `tree explodes` to be read. Have fun!

I like some of the phrases in both better than the proffered alternatives. I might do a third version along the lines of:

"tree explodes

Walking in our special woods
trees explode with autumn shrapnel.
Twirling shards of color fall
arboreal bursts in swirling blasts
catching us in laughing love."

What would you do with Man Ray's metaphor? Why not go tell him?

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lobomao posts a non-erotic poem, applicant and an erotic poem titled
speed kills today. Because I am a sucker for alliteration and word play I like the latter better, but you should read both and choose for yourself.

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My fourth and final choice today is by sack who hears his muse calling and picks up his pen. He tells about it in
I hear a poem calling...

from a vanishing corner of the sky
on whispered ethereal angel song

far beyond the rustling branches
far above the cumulus streaking

I hear a melody...

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Taste is always an individual thing so there may certainly be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!

And please remember that our poets need your support, so Read Vote Comment Feedback. It won’t come back around if you don’t send it out!

Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

 

[flyguy69]

I've been chillin' by the back door, lippin' off and bustin' moves, waiting for new poems to arrive, but so far it's empty as my pockets.

I have to get some stuff done and then I am leaving town, so if anyone wants to check in later and recommend something, feel free.

Here are my lips:

Here's my move:

Here's my empty pocket:
............

 

[Du Lac]

Community Sunday Reviews

Good Morning all!!!!

Well here we are again .... it is Sunday .. Community Day for reviewing. I thought I would get an early start at it and pop on a few recommendations before I start my day... enough said here are some wonders to beheld:

The Escape To Xanadu by bogusbrig

A journey that draws the mind into the dark and wonderous all at once. Worth the E! Congrats
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Eating Time by neonurotic

Short does not stop the depth of the poems intent. I read it three times to feel all that vibrates from this reality check.

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Thornbird by Tzara

A well versed work that cradles the minds questions.
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A War's Vision-2 by LeBroz

A tribute to unsung heros that allow us to live freely.
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Okay all that is all I have time for. There are a ton of poems on the NEW POEMS so step up and read all... let us know a poem or two that spoke to you! Have a great day!

blessings
Du~

 

[bluerains]

thirty something pens today...

This is tight and fills me with such alliteration and smiles at my muse and inpired me to write Steel Veins...thanks Liar ..you are a true joy to read this day....

by Liar ©

A pleasing birdsong to breath the sound of nature to the soul...thorn bird
by Tzara ©


zmp ~ water song
by My Erotic Tale ©


A new bit of wisdom from Art and his zen den touching my heart with spashies of water fairy fun

War's Vision - 2
by LeBroz ©


this a pen of loss of truth in a word to excuse war ...patriots...

these are my picks..although I haven't read everything...these stand out...
have a safe and fun Sunday...

 

[duckiesmut]

Lick the Whip
by Dustystar​

This snagged me on the third read.

A snippet to tempt you into peeking:

blink strobe staccato, begging
seeps to staggered sighs, seething
flesh alive alive

Unusual formatting aside, no matter one's preferences in that regard, the rhythm of this is undeniable.

 

[Liar]

laelia had a bunch up today. I like her style when she just let's structure go and the words flow naturally. Best shown in garage fantasy and skipping a beat. Check it out.

 

[bluerains]

30 or more pens tumble the queue ~Monday~

First up... Welcome a first Pen ..
To separate the wheat from the chafe of love..a tightly woven tale of finding balance.
Perceptions
by nawtynightengale ©


Next~ Sack waters the roots of home in this sentimental journey of loved ones lost..
Their Old House
by sack ©


Images Of Desire
by normique conjure a perfect man...there is a picture on the net called waiting for the perfect man...hum...anyway a cute brew...


Now~We all share of bit of the voyeurism pausing on this clever view..short snips...
nothing wasted..
Exposed
by dorksicle ©


A journey into bleeding markings in the mind ...to remember, to wash, to clear...and to polish the stone of tomorrow...nice work du..
Fading into the Red
by Du Lac ©



A simple dedication for someone perhaps ...in those who protect and serve...
The Shield


Last~ a mistress minx whips her magic of wanton fire....
Hot Suff ~
by RhymeFairy ©
RF your other poem Cowboy Dreams is missing...


A late addition Illustrated poem...raining acid and warning of a world without blue...impacts the heart...very nice Neo...and the images are vivid...
Ozone Free
by neonurotic ©

also two other Illustrated views from neo worth a pause...5 thumbs up for the best of day...



Many more in the queue ...read and comment ...all have a message or two...

 

[Guest]

Today there are twenty-seven new poems

I chose these seven to mention.

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Two poems from laelia

trip skip and focus .

I prefer the first one, a short game with words.

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I like Steel Veins by bluerains although I do take issue with the first two lines.

“Trapped into cages of
mindless series of misfortunate events,”

I would have used “in” alone and “unfortunate”.

Just my quibble.

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dcpoet44 presents Submission Guidelines Pique Interest seeing poetry in the news and vice versa. Funny and odd.

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cut by silken_dreammaid handles a tricky subject of self-mutilation with sensitivity.

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Feeling Minnesota by ragsthetiger is an oddly compelling piece from a new voice.

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Finally my pick-o-the-day is Definition: Chara the title doesn’t do this poem justice. It’s a beautiful hymn to a lost love with words that flood the senses.

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Please read all the poems offered today, make your comments, votes and then write one of your own.

 

[WickedEve]

Wed Poems

Is Lauren around, or did she say anything about not doing reviews today?
I'll mention a few that may be of interest to some readers.

At the top of the new poems list is an E poem:
In The Morning
by oregon_gal ©

This poem offers some standard literotica lines like:
To your sweet skin I lay my lips and put my tongue to taste

Do you feel me? My breasts are deliciously
Against you
My hand
Follows the curve of your back to the
Swelling of your buttocks

And some better lines:
We move together pressing away the sunlight between our bodies

Seeking you like the morning sunlight
That streams through hollow glass panes

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They Killed Ole Betsy Yesterday
by My Erotic Tale ©

Betsy
like to bask in the sun
she was very, very old
and didn't hardly run...

...any more!

"run" had me thinking car, but Betsy isn't a car. Of course, cars don't bask--except mine. It really does. Anyway, what or who is Betsy. If you are a fan of Art's homespun tales, then you may very well enjoy the tale of Betsy. Who is Betsy?

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If you seek something less homespun, much less homespun, then you'll find it in bogusbrig's The Disillusionist's Illusion

His words having fallen to the floor were scorned
The ventriloquist having abandoned him to the baying crowd

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Hey, guys! Here's a twit poem that's fun to read aloud.
When Mountain Poems
by Algonquin Twit ©

to behold as told in a swill
of ill literacy subverting art
in a one by one progression
of poorly wrought thought
or shocking lack thereof.

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origami
by laelia ©

slender teal blue box

Only six lines, but nice lines.

~.~ ~.~ ~.~

LoSt MiNd ~
by RhymeFairy ©

Lost mind
no key to find.
Skeletons dance
on your grave.

Not bad. It gets points for skeletons and dancing on graves.
Though... what is the significance of capitalizing S and N?

~.~ ~.~ ~.~




eve

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday November 10, 2005

There are 17 new submissions to read on the second Thursday of November, and as I always do, I bring you one non-erotic "spinner" from the archives with which to start.

Today's Golden Oldie:
This poem comes from July of 2003, and I found this interesting one by longtime member Senna Jawa on the 5th spin. How many are familiar with SJ's subject?

Du Fu (and a passenger's thoughts)

filled
with snow and shine
with rains and stars
the skies
were a living
spacious room
to the ones
in Du Fu's care

today
the clouds below
glow but throw
a shadow
down onto
the gray Atlantic

if this
metallic bird
were a writer
and lost
its small ones in fog
it'd be a poet
after a million miles
like Du Fu
a thousand and more
years ago
sailing up and down
chinese rivers
merging
into the other
ocean

no highways
cross apartments and homes
plush wall to wall

the hot air
between the seat of a comfy chair
and the seat of acceptable slacks
might be loud
but will never
shoot the pen
thru the ceiling

the monkeys on slopes and hills are long gone

the paper money and tax forms multiply

come travel Du Fu again
cross with us the white water
at the edge of the new millenium
sail up and down the electronic streams
amplify the faint echo
of your social concern
of the color of your children's pain
paint the chinese mountains in crisp fractals
and pour the eternal wine

there'll be never another poet like you


Wlodzimierz Holsztynski
1992-05-16/19

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I had to read all the other poems before I came to the only one I want to make sure you read today.

Angeline is last in line today but first in quality today (IMO) with Cold Hands. The first stanza with its multiple meaning word plays could stand alone, or at least start several different kinds of poems.

An hour here, an hour
there. The pennies ebb
like tides, but someone pays
or no one rides for free.
It doesn't matter anymore,
this pride of win or place
is all a show, all the depth
of void if you ask me.
. . .

After this beginning the poem gets relational, personal and perhaps painful, but well worth reading.

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Of the 17 poems 11 are non-erotic and all but four of them are by writers unknown to me, as are all the erotic ones. So you might want to go read some of them to see if their style appeals to you.

Besides Angie, today you will also find work by such familiar names as:
Curiouswife
dorksicle
sweet GA peaches

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Taste is always an individual thing so there may certainly be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!

And please remember that our poets need your support, so Read Vote Comment Feedback. It won’t come back around if you don’t send it out!

Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats

 

[bogusbrig]

There are thirty odd poems today if I haven't been counting yesterday's too but I don't think I have. There is plenty of wishful thinking eroticism that seems more interested on making the writer cum than interesting the reader. Doesn't anyone nowadays notice their partner's arse is getting flabby or having sex with them is becoming a habit but for all the intrusion of reality, they still find something about them that makes their relationship worth the while? Is their anyone out there that can write an erotic poem that makes the readers loins ache and reminisce over some nostalgic memory of their own? I'm all for eroticism but the writer has to somehow engage the reader. After awhile, wet pussys (I've never really seen the erotic charge in women having a soaked cat in their knickers myself) and heaving breasts that threaten to concuss, can get a little too much, the over enthusiastic male needs a cock the size of an elephant's trunk to defend himself.

Damn I've just gone back to look at the poems and most seem to have disappeared, there are only eleven now. Either I'm going batty or some poems have gone. OK I'll just review the eleven that are left.

There are six by Aurora Black, most on a similar theme. It appears, if these are autobiographical, she has come out of the wrong end of a relationship with themes of betrayed love, alienations and resentment about having to look like a doll to compete. She pulls her punches too much for my liking, in Merchant Of Death she writes...

Don't cry to me for mercy.
I'm not selling any today.
But I've got a sale on pitchforks,
Which you'll need more than I'll say.

well if it was me, I'd tell him exactly what I'd do with it, though my preference is a meat cleaver, a stake through the heart and disembowelment, just to make sure. In Dolls, her bitterness is more exposed and more to my liking, if you want to bare your teeth, don't smile, bite!

Nothing but fluff beyond the outer shell,
Intellect nonexistant, dull as hell.
The personality of a crumb of bread,
Nothing to offer other than quickies in bed

Just about what every man wants I guess, an easy lay. Intellectual women can be very demanding and less than thankful. In Weights And measures she takes the theme further...

You're nobody until somebody loves you,
And nobody loves you unless you have
A twenty-inch waist, buns of steel
Wonderbra heaven, nibbling at every meal.

Well I guess he wasn't looking for love and got what he wanted, a brainless Barbie Doll that says yes. But you can't beat a bit of anger, bitterness and resentment to beef a poem up. I would have liked her poems more if she spat more poison but that's just me.

f-cynyr, writes in Blowjob

In your flowing delirium,
You drop to your knees,
Penance of you lust and devotion
Eyes glazed, face as pure as light,
You take the flesh jewel in pious clasp hands
Longing and praying for my
Pure white eruption.

Maybe it's just me but I've been around a long time and I've never conjured up such a reaction by sticking my cock in a woman's face. Hmm, maybe it's my cock but as I stand here with my jeans around my ankles in front of the mirror, it doesn't look so bad to me. In fact it seems nicely proportioned, maybe it could do with an extra inch but at least it's straight.

It could be I don't get such a reaction from a woman when I get the opportunity to thrust my cock in her face because I've never met anyone lie Poppin Poppy who writes in Take Me, Tease Me

Your hardness against me is driving me wild
My arms around you, fingers groping.
Oh my god I want you!
Thrown on my bed, you on top.
Holding my arms down, biting my lips.
Your force yourself in me, and oh god, Mitch!

I'm thinking about changing my name to Mitch. Why does all this sort of stuff always happen to someone else? Compare one of my experiences from a poem I wrote years ago when I thought poetry was what you wrote on toilet walls and I still had some yearning in me.

Round the back against the market stalls
With a girl who didn't understand
Love could be more than groping hands
The lonely walk home through empty streets
Through the bleak barren psychology
Of cold post coital depression

Hmm I'm beginning to see where I went wrong.

bluerains gives us some serious musing in a short poem with a delicate conclusion called Elemental Things

They tangle and weep through their hallowed ground
within innocent saplings, as if daring to hide
glamour from the sun.

I prefer my nature raw, wild and cruel but that's me. This is a serious poem and worth a few moments reflection so take a look yourselves new poems and if you find where those other twenty poems disappeared to I'd like to know!
Perhaps

 

[bogusbrig]

I just want to mention Sabina_Tolchovsky's Hunter's Moon in today's poems, it's sparse, raw and unsentimental. There is no romantic musing here, in order for something to live, something has to die, death is necessary. Call it cruel if you like but it isn't, it's just nature at work, nature without a dewey eyed veneer.

Other than that there is the normal assortment of drowned cats and steel hard erections that are more likely to send the receiving female to the accident and emergency unit at the local hospital, rather than leaving her with a satisfied smile. The danger is not all hers either, the man has to negotiate titanium tipped nipples, the idea of having to face a couple of bullets when wanting to take your woman, makes me realise how vulnerable the male spider feels when approaching the black widow. All is not lost, there seems to be plenty of easy lays around and women begging for male attention, however, he'd better hurry up because she might melt like vanilla ice cream first but then I suppose, he could always lick her off the floor.

 

[twelveoone]

Sometimes walking away, not quite knowing what you are looking at is a good thing.
Such is the case here
Hunters Moon by Sabina_Tolchovsky

not a very strong piece, but here I don't think strong is wanted
Illumination by Curiouswife a person who seems to have very good instincts about writing

Happy, happy earth! from the beast of Leman

 

[bluerains]

*

I found this poem to be rather different...and a strong story ..however, Men also suffer at times from the same dominion..I have had menfriends who were abused by a mate...Imho...it would been dramatic...with the whole picture...I liked the read though..
We Will Be Together Forever
by Elizabetht ©

 

[jthserra]

I found three interesting poems today...

One, Hunters Moon by Sabina Tolchovsky is mentioned twice above and, aside from a slight typo or two, I found it an engaging, if savage herald of the passing of seasons:

"I would kill the Fall
drag it's body north to shed it's blood
bright on snow for winters sacrifice"


Saphos Sister posted several poems today with Pearl the highlight of the poems. In this Quatrain Saphos Sister presents a brief but highly erotic image... and it rhymes. Well done!


My favorite poem of the day was urgent by Laelia. In a concise poem Laelia frames the erotic urgency of a late night (actually early morning) encounter with some powerful imagery:

"You’re the 3:26 a.m. train
slicing through my night
and thighs."

Eve posted a rant about the difference between erotic and pornographic. Urgent is wonderfully erotic... read it now.


jim : )

 

[bluerains]

*Monday's river of review* 26 in the mix

"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds" Percy Bysshe Shelley quote...

Stroking the blue first up...
Blue Moon
by lobomao ©

OMG...alluring, inviting the senses into the blue moon.. a slight perk...the first line is part of a song I believe..also 5 more bewitching writes from this writer today...am looking forward to more of the world of lobomao...sighs...Truth or Dare...smacking lips...
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A heart wrenching portrait from sack on the world of ownership in deadly form..bringing awareness to the breakdown of relationships when control rears its ugly head...be it male or female...we don't own each other...nice work sack..
Please Don't Kill Me...
by sack ©

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Next..LeBroz ends his dedication to the casualities of war in this inspiring pen..read it..and ponder over the price of oil...at the cost of a life...crossroads folks...
War's Vision - 3
by LeBroz ©

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Now for a Randy delight in metaphoric porn...I like this verse much...
words jubilantly spray invectives
across my maleness, in stereo. blushing...QP...
In Your Voice
by quietpoet ©

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Last up a simple compact pen from cloudy....
voluptuous tangled pleasures
a primitive dance for two
craving crescendo
teased beyond desire
trembling with your rhythm
I am possessed.
...sums the dance in a fine fashion..enjoyed the waltz...
Possessed
by cloudy ©

That's about all from the view of theblue..read them all enjoy the day...
hugZenharmony....blue

 

[Guest]

Nine new poems today, of those I’ve picked four to mention.

Angeline puts her personal stamp on a glose with Winter Harbor using Thomas Hardy’s ~

“To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.”

- as her anchor lines and produces a smooth and very readable form poem. A little haven of peace in an – otherwise – pretty violent collection


debase+ment by 4degrees - exorcism by masturbation


The Taking Of Yurkiko by bogusbrig is a violent and erotic tour de force. – beautiful and brutish by turns.



CuriousWife has two poems appearing today. Of the two I prefer Pornography, My Love . Go and read both – in fact read all the new poems.

~~~888~~~​

 

[Lauren Hynde]

16.Nov

There are eleven new poems today, so it won't be too taxing reading them all for yourself. There are some interesting reads, such as Ways Of The Flesh, by bluerains, or privation, by 4degrees, but the one I'm going to highlight is:

The Girl With The Ego Lego
by Liar ©

(...)

Do I have a brick of me
for you? Or did I only take you
to pieces? I'm sorry, but I know
no other way to see,
if all the random parts I have
are parts of someone else,
or all that is me.

(...)​

Another poem worth checking is There is always a trigger, by Minervous - an obvious response to Eve's ball sac thread.

 

[Rybka]

New Poems of Thursday November 17, 2005

There are 16 new submissions to read on this the third Thursday of November, and as I always do, I bring you one non-erotic "spinner" from the archives with which to start.

Today's Blast from the Past :
This one comes from March of 2003, and I found this interesting poem by longtime member (since November of 2001) Blue Dolphin on the 23rd spin.

Full Circle

Whispers walking in dead men’s shoes
The universal conscious of man be now abroad
Spiralled through history’s double helix

Reciprocated wisdom searching
Time was, time is, and time will be
Repetition
The perennial ellipse of learning curve
Ever bending never ending

Footprints
Filaments of freedom
Despotic desires
Entwined to infinity

Whispers walking in dead men’s shoes
Full circle

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Today's list starts with an E titled Home. This a nostalgic trip through attic memories and is softly written as the theme requires, but tightly woven as expected from Tristesse . This is a short 'must read'. - Go do it, I'll wait. . .

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The Hurdle by My Erotic Tale is the next poem I want you to read today. To me this is unlike anything else MET has posted here at Literotica. (Except for the apparently mandatory errors, i.e. "cob webs" and "obsticle". ) Are you sure you wrote this Art?

lost since the moment I fell into your eyes,
swimming the currents of exhilarating thoughts
consumed in your radiant warmth
and burning with the pain of knowing
. . .

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Third of my choices is Snake Oil by a brand new Lit. poet, TheRainMan. This is a poem dealing with the character of certain revival meeting preachers, and is an excellent first submission showing talent and insight.

Here god talks with a drawl.
He’s clean-cut, looks
like he’s been dipped in Crisco
and dressed for Saturday night.

Today the lord wears blue suede shoes.
He’s a soul man. And he’s
got the crazy eyes of a pyromaniac.

In their firefear they murmur and praise,
reach for salvation in their wallets.
They hand over meat money,
pablum money, willing
to do whatever it takes,
to starve their babies to be saved.
. . .

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Next is A Man and A Woman - III by LeBroz. The scenes he sets will seem all to real to some.

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Lofty Thoughts is a short cute poem by another new poet, cclark191. I personally think that the well written and intriguing first strophe deserves to lead a longer more serious poem, but that is just me.

Lofty are the thoughts,
well hidden in the hay
in the upper level attic
of the barn across the way.
. . .

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My final recommendation for today is Dance by f-cynyr another recent addition to the Lit. roster. This one could use a little editing and maybe some "shelf-time", but I see talent worth developing here.

In the music throbbing
dark,
I watched you dance,
through The heat and sparks.
. . .

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Taste is always an individual thing so there may certainly be other poems out there today that you will thoroughly enjoy. If you find ones you really like on the New Poems page, please come back and tell us about them!

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Regards, Rybka


To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats