GuiltyPleasure
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interesting new poem today from a new-to-me poet loserstyx. I always enjoy it when that happens.
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interesting new poem today from a new-to-me poet loserstyx. I always enjoy it when that happens.
But then I thought it works in support of the poet's self-described state of mind.The gridlock continues well past 2am
until the city/I has/have swept away this mess,
and the one car/thought that took the back roads
reaches it's destination.
The story goes that Tireseus, when somewhat younger, interrupted two snakes in the act of copulation—a very dangerous thing to do in the ancient world, for snakes hold a good deal of earth magic. He was changed, for this act, into a woman, a harsh punishment in the ancient world (women were viewed as physical aberrations of men, even property), but one with a bit of poetic justice: a sexual punishment for a sexual crime. Anyway, Tireseus continued in this vein of existence for some nine years I believe, until he happened to stumble upon two more copulating snakes, whom he interrupted in hopes of recovering his manhood. This, of course, worked like a charm, making Tireseus quite pleased. Little did he know it would come back to haunt him.
Some time later, Hera and Zeus were fighting (what's new?). The issue at hand was which gender was better off in the sack: men or women. Hera said that men had all the fun; Zeus was incredulous: "It doesn't look like that to me!"
Anyway, to solve the quarrel they decided to ask Tireseus who was better off, since he had experienced sex both as a man and as woman. He reported that women have 10 times the fun. Hera, in her anger, blinded the poor bloke (she never was a very gracious loser, especially if it meant her husband was right). In the ancient world, as we see with Polyphimos' ability to see Odysseus' future, the blind had a certain prophetic ability. Even Christ said something to that effect: the blind shall see etc. Losing one's physical sight usually meant gaining a bit of spiritual sense. Anyway, Zeus felt bad for the old bugger and therefore blessed him with exceptional foresight of the mind.
What a story, eh?

There are eleven new poems today, Friday, the 21st of December.
I know there are good poems today. I just haven't got the right frame of mind to enjoy them. Maybe it's the terrible news I got yesterday, maybe it's because of the anniversary of friends' passing, maybe it's because I have had enough of this year. It's likely a combination of these and because I started at the bottom of the list and had to report one of the poems I found there.
If someone has a positive review I beg you, include it on this thread.
I wish you all a far better season than I can see at the moment, this is no place to be and I pray I can find a way through it and that I'm granted the time to do so.
Be well and safe and have a happy holiday.
There are eleven new poems today, Friday, the 21st of December.
I know there are good poems today. I just haven't got the right frame of mind to enjoy them. Maybe it's the terrible news I got yesterday, maybe it's because of the anniversary of friends' passing, maybe it's because I have had enough of this year. It's likely a combination of these and because I started at the bottom of the list and had to report one of the poems I found there.
If someone has a positive review I beg you, include it on this thread.
I wish you all a far better season than I can see at the moment, this is no place to be and I pray I can find a way through it and that I'm granted the time to do so.
Be well and safe and have a happy holiday.
I see what the punctuation says but you can still read it a couple ways, both very pleasing; follow the punctuation or ignore it — that's the added benefit of actually seeing the poem and the way enjambment can add meaning to the words.Don't have to say any
thing, you don't have to
respond. i love you,
and somehow, that's enough.
As I stood in the church I felt the past
Coil its fingers around me cold and fast-
Fog and mist, fire and earth,
Breath and spirit pushing through earth.
Ice blue lips and beating chest,
All meet where roads end at Final Rest.
And what of life that lie between,
The sands of time the tide washed clean?
Was it blown away to dust,
Bone to ash and sword to rust?

Licorice thin, erotic whip
Snapping quick against her hip
Welts of red on glistening skin
Quiet moans, the smell of sin

cause you're such a lovely group of misfits. I misfit right in. 
to where your elk-like femur, the curl of rib
that solid nursery, the pelvic cradle
all revel erotic as a dissected starfish
<snip>
Go with l8bloom and spend time Walking in snow near Alberta. She conveys exactly what a walk in the foothills can be when you're with someone who loves the outdoors as much as you.
I'm an unabashed steve porter fan so, I can't get past a steve porter poem without recommending you visit it, too. Go read The Curse of Cassandra and find out why you should.
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My pick of the day:
[your name here]
by 4degrees©
scissors amore'
open and snap closed
cut my cock to shreds
ribbons of skin
that drip with you

... I don't get (sort of) what "Strip Chocolate" is...
http://www.gourmetgiftbaskets.com/images/products/Valentines-Day-Gift-Basket/Strip-Chocolate-Board-Game.jpg
NIB, never used. I expect I'll post it for sale on eBay. Or you can have it ...
L8.

