Penguin Poem Contest

[ChuckEPenguin]

Beak Freak Sings the Blues


I am not your Jacques Cousteau
depth exploring
Calypso dreamer

No film flicker docu meaning
in cold hands
ice numbed

Sanguine divine penguin
back to the wind
storm shelter

I am not your Jacques Cousteau
You are not my shelter

Nicely done, K baby. No, I am not your shelter, (yes, I know it was about us). *winks*


I thought of writing something light but decided to challenge myself a bit. This is my first attempt at a Ghazal, and probably not a good one, but here goes...


Ghazal the Distance


I find her slate cleared and ask if it’s morning.
Knees pinch a trim waist in bathtub this morning.

Face north; the cloud count is higher than normal.
Measuring raindrops for drinks in the morning.

One new, the absence has eaten her laughter.
Photos and leather have opened her morning.

Once, on an ice flow, I dreamed of a penguin,
who told me it’s warmer to swim in the morning.

Trapped in a sunspot, she kisses the weather
and waits for Chuck's signal to tell her it’s morning.

 

[ChuckEPenguin]

Wiggle wiggle slave
now is not time for herring
horny penguin cum

I just want to pinch your cheeks!

A little free-form?

This one is inspired by the great love shared between Keroin and Chuck.

Dapper dangling
Hanging languid
Lashing frozen
Fish

Love me
Let me
Warm me
Flesh me
Fist

Black
White
Flap feather
Penguin baby
This

I love this little free form bit of lovely. Essene, you have a way with sound. RAWR!

Have you ever had a penguin come to tea?
Take a look at me, a penguin you will see.

Give me the prize plz

Oh, I'll give you prize, don't worry.

Hm, who is judging this contest?

 

[WriterDom]

I just want to pinch your cheeks!



I love this little free form bit of lovely. Essene, you have a way with sound. RAWR!



Oh, I'll give you prize, don't worry.

Hm, who is judging this contest?

We'll have a poll.

 

[WriterDom]

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=418106

 

[WriterDom]

Forum was well represented today in new poems. Not all penguin poems but poems by

Netzach
Keroin
The Fisherman
ChuckEPenguin
And me

Remember if you want your penguin poem to count it needs to be submitted.

 

[midwestyankee]

Mr. Popper's Legacy, submitted this morning.

 

[Keroin]

WD, you've immortalized me in verse. Now I am forced to hug you. Hold still!

MWY, I love your poem just based on the title!

Mine is up: http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=418167

So is my Emperor's: http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=418167

I think he probably should have explained what a Ghazal is but I'll let him do that himself. (Hey, this is a contest, we are now, officially, rivals).

 

[Harmony_1985]

Mine was a camp fire song that also involves me dancing like a penguin at the end of it

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Heh. As soon as I said I couldn't remember or figure out how to submit my poem, I figured out how to submit my poem. So it's submitted now. Damned if I know if they'll accept it though, lol!

Here 'tis for those who don't wanna take the time to search it out if/when it gets accepted.

Blanc et Noir… Ombres de Gris

Tuxedoed elegance
Feet shuffle nimbly in danse de l’amour.
Frozen herring carefully shaped,
Proffered in token of submission.

Beaked insertions
Transport beyond all knowing,
When you’ve had beak
None else will you seek.

Penguin love, cold yet burning,
Fulfills her deepest darkest yearnings.
Flippers holding, caressing, spanking,
She surrenders, body and soul.

Penguin love, nine weeks later,
Egg held warm ‘tween toes.​

 

[WriterDom]

As far as I know they don't turn anything down. Hit the poem spinner about three times and you'll see what I mean.

Heh. As soon as I said I couldn't remember or figure out how to submit my poem, I figured out how to submit my poem. So it's submitted now. Damned if I know if they'll accept it though, lol!

Here 'tis for those who don't wanna take the time to search it out if/when it gets accepted.

Blanc et Noir… Ombres de Gris

Tuxedoed elegance
Feet shuffle nimbly in danse de l’amour.
Frozen herring carefully shaped,
Proffered in token of submission.

Beaked insertions
Transport beyond all knowing,
When you’ve had beak
None else will you seek.

Penguin love, cold yet burning,
Fulfills her deepest darkest yearnings.
Flippers holding, caressing, spanking,
She surrenders, body and soul.

Penguin love, nine weeks later,
Egg held warm ‘tween toes.​

 

[Yasashii_Kaze]

Heh. As soon as I said I couldn't remember or figure out how to submit my poem, I figured out how to submit my poem. So it's submitted now. Damned if I know if they'll accept it though, lol!

Here 'tis for those who don't wanna take the time to search it out if/when it gets accepted.

Blanc et Noir… Ombres de Gris

Tuxedoed elegance
Feet shuffle nimbly in danse de l’amour.
Frozen herring carefully shaped,
Proffered in token of submission.

Beaked insertions
Transport beyond all knowing,
When you’ve had beak
None else will you seek.

Penguin love, cold yet burning,
Fulfills her deepest darkest yearnings.
Flippers holding, caressing, spanking,
She surrenders, body and soul.

Penguin love, nine weeks later,
Egg held warm ‘tween toes.​

Awwww.

 

[Yasashii_Kaze]

Okay, be nice. I pounded this out and submitted it in about 10 minutes. Sorry for the dismal tone.

Penguin

Oil to live, oil to die
Opinions clash
Waging war with words
And rarely actions

Warmth to live, warmth to die
Suffocating and adapting
Growth that kills
Green is a fad

Fish to live, fish to die
Livelihood in a net
Weaving death to feed
The advanced species

Both sides convinced
Of their right to be right
Teaches one thing
The only one black and white is
The penguin that lives
Penguin that dies


(climbs off soapbox)

 

[Essene]

Okay, be nice. I pounded this out and submitted it in about 10 minutes. Sorry for the dismal tone.

Penguin

Oil to live, oil to die
Opinions clash
Waging war with words
And rarely actions

Warmth to live, warmth to die
Suffocating and adapting
Growth that kills
Green is a fad

Fish to live, fish to die
Livelihood in a net
Weaving death to feed
The advanced species

Both sides convinced
Of their right to be right
Teaches one thing
The only one black and white is
The penguin that lives
Penguin that dies


(climbs off soapbox)

So profound!

When you’ve had beak
None else will you seek

I really love this line. It speaks volumes.

 

[MisterSir]

I call this the Singing Penguin:

I'm a penguin
I'm a penguin
Suck my dick
I'm a penguin

I'm told it has undertones of Japanese sophistication, could probably make it into a haiku with a little work.

 

[chauderlos]

(snip)

Always nice to read a post from Keroin's Official Stalker, 2009. (I read your poem in a French accent, it was lovely!)

(snip)

French accent, hu? What about this:

Sur une lointaine banquise antarctique
Battue par des tornades et des vents gelés
Un pingouin royal nommé Chuck s’ennuyait,
Se branlant les couilles, d’un air mélancolique…

Jusqu’au jour où il rencontra, dans le soleil levant
Une beauté triomphale, au charme exubérant
Une déesse des îles, faite pour le sable chaud
A la peau dorée comme un petit pruneau

En la voyant Chuck manque avaler de travers
Le hareng congelé qu’il prenait comme dessert
Allons, se dit-il, tu vais enfin, vieux pervers,
Pouvoir tremper ton bec et t’envoyer en l’air

Sans plus d’égards pour la bienséance et les manières
Il saute sur la donzelle, la trousse, brandissant son vit
Farfouillant sous ses jupes et reniflant son derrière
Un pingouin en rut, ça ne connaît plus de limites

La donzelle lutinée qui n’avait jusqu’à présent
Connu que des mâles languissants bien mauvais amants
Se pâme et se cabre, et gémit et se répand
Sous les coups de boutoir de son palmipède amant

Et c’est depuis ce jour que sur les glaces éternelles
Chuck le lubrique a trouvé dans sa belle rebelle
Un moyen nouveau, oh combien innovant
D’utiliser ses barriques de harengs

Concupiscentes lectrices, cochonnes, si vous m’en croyez
Ne vous laissez pas tenter par de lubriques pensées
Le hareng, saur ou congelé, ne se laisse manier
Foi de Chuck, que par des spécialistes éprouvés.


Translation available upon request. Send SASE, plus, at your choice, naked pictures, Château Pétrus '85, panties (new or used), etc... to: Prof. Chauder, Château de Montretout, France.

*off to change sig line...

 

[rida]

"Penguin penguin freezing cold
on the wast antarctic land
what a mortal female slut
could handle your frozen herring plug?"




"Herrings herrings everywhere,
And all the slut did was shriek;
Herrings herrings everywhere,
Not a single one that fit."

 

[pygoscelis]

crease

In the morning she remembered
only the ice sheet, the hockey stick,
the Penguins jersey crumpled
on the dormitory floor. Nothing
of his hair or hands or tongue
except, perhaps, the stripes
still red, still gridded on her bum.

 

[Yasashii_Kaze]

French accent, hu? What about this:

Sur une lointaine banquise antarctique
Battue par des tornades et des vents gelés
Un pingouin royal nommé Chuck s’ennuyait,
Se branlant les couilles, d’un air mélancolique…

Jusqu’au jour où il rencontra, dans le soleil levant
Une beauté triomphale, au charme exubérant
Une déesse des îles, faite pour le sable chaud
A la peau dorée comme un petit pruneau

En la voyant Chuck manque avaler de travers
Le hareng congelé qu’il prenait comme dessert
Allons, se dit-il, tu vais enfin, vieux pervers,
Pouvoir tremper ton bec et t’envoyer en l’air

Sans plus d’égards pour la bienséance et les manières
Il saute sur la donzelle, la trousse, brandissant son vit
Farfouillant sous ses jupes et reniflant son derrière
Un pingouin en rut, ça ne connaît plus de limites

La donzelle lutinée qui n’avait jusqu’à présent
Connu que des mâles languissants bien mauvais amants
Se pâme et se cabre, et gémit et se répand
Sous les coups de boutoir de son palmipède amant

Et c’est depuis ce jour que sur les glaces éternelles
Chuck le lubrique a trouvé dans sa belle rebelle
Un moyen nouveau, oh combien innovant
D’utiliser ses barriques de harengs

Concupiscentes lectrices, cochonnes, si vous m’en croyez
Ne vous laissez pas tenter par de lubriques pensées
Le hareng, saur ou congelé, ne se laisse manier
Foi de Chuck, que par des spécialistes éprouvés.


Translation available upon request. Send SASE, plus, at your choice, naked pictures, Château Pétrus '85, panties (new or used), etc... to: Prof. Chauder, Château de Montretout, France.

*off to change sig line...

Good lord. I have no idea what you wrote, but that won't keep me from swooning.

 

[pushkine]

Hi, y'all.

Yes, I'm intruding, but I was invited, kinda. So I wrote a penguin poem

Evolution

The skid of her body
across the floor, like a bird
with flippered wings—

back arced how a penguin
sleds over Antarctic snow.
You don't grovel enough, Pet,

he says levelly.
Belly like a snake
or become extinct.

Her scales shed and grow
and she desperately navigates
his offered skin,

writhing her newly bifurcated tongue
for some small taste, some smell
or bite.​

though I'm sure it has nothing to do with what you guys is talking about.

Or meant, but I am perpetually clueless, so all's OK. Thanks for the inspire, anyway.

 

[Keroin]

Hi, y'all.

Yes, I'm intruding, but I was invited, kinda. So I wrote a penguin poem

Evolution

The skid of her body
across the floor, like a bird
with flippered wings—

back arced how a penguin
sleds over Antarctic snow.
You don't grovel enough, Pet,

he says levelly.
Belly like a snake
or become extinct.

Her scales shed and grow
and she desperately navigates
his offered skin,

writhing her newly bifurcated tongue
for some small taste, some smell
or bite.​

though I'm sure it has nothing to do with what you guys is talking about.

Or meant, but I am perpetually clueless, so all's OK. Thanks for the inspire, anyway.

Ain't no such thing as "intruding" round these parts. No need to know what we mean, either, just enjoy the penguiny goodness!

Loved the poem. Very animalistic. Grrrrr!

Welcome,
K

 

[Keroin]

In the morning she remembered
only the ice sheet, the hockey stick,
the Penguins jersey crumpled
on the dormitory floor. Nothing
of his hair or hands or tongue
except, perhaps, the stripes
still red, still gridded on her bum.

Who are you? (she purrs) With your hockey reference. Trying to get on the Canuck's good side, eh? I know your type

 

[chauderlos]

Good lord. I have no idea what you wrote, but that won't keep me from swooning.

Glad I did...
And I've been told lately that I don't have a bad voice either ...

 

[DVS]

TUXEDO LOVING

Two fins bound together,
Tail wiggling in the arctic air.
Beak stuffed and silent,
Eyes blinded from her Master's stare.

A scene that's repeated often,
Submission without a care.
Tempted into the moonlight,
The scent of herring in the air.

A penguin, but so much more,
A slave, she's forced to cower.
Lubed and used for pleasure,
Helpless in her Master's power.

Forced into a life of bondage,
Not totally against her will.
Guilty pleasures of the moment,
Tuxedo loving fulfilled.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've submitted (a poem too!!) how will you know it's for here? do I post it here too?

 

[harrlequin]

French accent, hu? What about this:

Sur une lointaine banquise antarctique
Battue par des tornades et des vents gelés
Un pingouin royal nommé Chuck s’ennuyait,
Se branlant les couilles, d’un air mélancolique…

Jusqu’au jour où il rencontra, dans le soleil levant
Une beauté triomphale, au charme exubérant
Une déesse des îles, faite pour le sable chaud
A la peau dorée comme un petit pruneau

En la voyant Chuck manque avaler de travers
Le hareng congelé qu’il prenait comme dessert
Allons, se dit-il, tu vais enfin, vieux pervers,
Pouvoir tremper ton bec et t’envoyer en l’air

Sans plus d’égards pour la bienséance et les manières
Il saute sur la donzelle, la trousse, brandissant son vit
Farfouillant sous ses jupes et reniflant son derrière
Un pingouin en rut, ça ne connaît plus de limites

La donzelle lutinée qui n’avait jusqu’à présent
Connu que des mâles languissants bien mauvais amants
Se pâme et se cabre, et gémit et se répand
Sous les coups de boutoir de son palmipède amant

Et c’est depuis ce jour que sur les glaces éternelles
Chuck le lubrique a trouvé dans sa belle rebelle
Un moyen nouveau, oh combien innovant
D’utiliser ses barriques de harengs

Concupiscentes lectrices, cochonnes, si vous m’en croyez
Ne vous laissez pas tenter par de lubriques pensées
Le hareng, saur ou congelé, ne se laisse manier
Foi de Chuck, que par des spécialistes éprouvés.


Translation available upon request. Send SASE, plus, at your choice, naked pictures, Château Pétrus '85, panties (new or used), etc... to: Prof. Chauder, Château de Montretout, France.

*off to change sig line...

Oh my god that was hot. *phew* Speak to me in French some more.