Queer Art and Poetry

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Wow Powerful and tragic

She's awesome. I'm going to try and recruit other poets from lit to let me post their favs.

 

[Gi_Venus]

http://esperanzahidalgo.smugmug.com/Poetry/Poetry/crumpled-paper-poppies/881354316_hn8fx-M.jpg

 

[SexyLatina19]

AHHHHHHH!!!!!

Thank you Throbbs! Really, this thread is open to all art and poetry, because what is good is simply good. I always have loved the one up there, but for some reasin, with my 21st birthday coming soon I like that candle. Hmm, ideas!

Please Throbbs, return. And talk that redneck Austin into posting also. Ya'll are so good. I can't draw a thing. Well, maybe I can draw a thing.

I think, and it's just my opinion, that considering recent events you might want to leave the candle on the birthday cake. Wouldnt want you to have to get the hose out. Maybe you should stay away huh?

I bet you wanna kill me right about now huh?

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

I think, and it's just my opinion, that considering recent events you might want to leave the candle on the birthday cake. Wouldnt want you to have to get the hose out. Maybe you should stay away huh?

I bet you wanna kill me right about now huh?

LOL,

I set the house on FIRE! You are dead meat womans! MY MEAT!

 

[SexyLatina19]

LOL,

I set the house on FIRE! You are dead meat womans! MY MEAT!

Always.

 

[haurni]

I'm going to take a chance and let loose a couple of my own here. Make of my orientation and gender identity what you will, but they are written, dare I say it, by my 'inner lesbian' and are meant to be read as woman-to-woman.


Searching for you

The square is full of silver moonlight
my limbs are weak with yearning
I'm dreaming of your loving arms
wrapped around me, burning

I wander through the velvet darkness
searching for your open door
I need to hold you close against me
to love you for this night and more

Each moment with you is a journey
the light plays on your shoulder, turning
your gentle arms support, enfold me
without I'm but a shade, I'm learning

Skin salty, smooth and warm with passion
fingers twined in silken hair
locked in sweet lips' soft embrace
surrendered to my lover fair


This land

I float upon the welcome waves
They hold me close and bear me on
Above me are the shining stars
I'm breathless, waiting for the dawn

Let the dark sea carry me
To where the moon tints silver sands
There I shall rest in lang'rous warmth
Caressed by breezes' gentle hands

Wandering the rounded hills
I worship at the standing stones
I feel the heartbeat of the land
And now I know I am at home

The grass is soft upon my cheek
The touch of it stirs warmth inside
And in that sacred secret vale
I by the well of life abide

Every inch of it I've wandered
What beauty this place holds for me
Here I linger, lacking naught
And I shall never leave

 

[SexyLatina19]

I'm going to take a chance and let loose a couple of my own here. Make of my orientation and gender identity what you will, but they are written, dare I say it, by my 'inner lesbian' and are meant to be read as woman-to-woman.

They're beautiful.

 

[butters]

thankyou very much, Espie, though you make me blush with your effusive praise. you really set 'poppies' to a superb pic, making it so much more than it was before.

GI Venus, glad you liked it

 

[fridayam]

I just wanted to say thankyou for a sexy thread, some lovely images and some great poems

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

I'm going to take a chance and let loose a couple of my own here. Make of my orientation and gender identity what you will, but they are written, dare I say it, by my 'inner lesbian' and are meant to be read as woman-to-woman.


Searching for you

The square is full of silver moonlight
my limbs are weak with yearning
I'm dreaming of your loving arms
wrapped around me, burning

I wander through the velvet darkness
searching for your open door
I need to hold you close against me
to love you for this night and more

Each moment with you is a journey
the light plays on your shoulder, turning
your gentle arms support, enfold me
without I'm but a shade, I'm learning

Skin salty, smooth and warm with passion
fingers twined in silken hair
locked in sweet lips' soft embrace
surrendered to my lover fair


This land

I float upon the welcome waves
They hold me close and bear me on
Above me are the shining stars
I'm breathless, waiting for the dawn

Let the dark sea carry me
To where the moon tints silver sands
There I shall rest in lang'rous warmth
Caressed by breezes' gentle hands

Wandering the rounded hills
I worship at the standing stones
I feel the heartbeat of the land
And now I know I am at home

The grass is soft upon my cheek
The touch of it stirs warmth inside
And in that sacred secret vale
I by the well of life abide

Every inch of it I've wandered
What beauty this place holds for me
Here I linger, lacking naught
And I shall never leave

I am very honored that you chose to post your work haurni. The 'inner lesbian' is very evident.

This line

Skin salty, smooth and warm with passion
fingers twined in silken hair
locked in sweet lips' soft embrace
surrendered to my lover fair

makes me hunger for my woman.

Thank you. It makes me feel very special that you posted your work.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

thankyou very much, Espie, though you make me blush with your effusive praise. you really set 'poppies' to a superb pic, making it so much more than it was before.

GI Venus, glad you liked it

I've enjoyed getting to know you some chipbutty. Something tells me you must be famous in poetry circles. 'Poppies' is one of my favs. The last lines are very painful. It is a wonderful contradiction. The use of the phrase 'pretty as a rash' meshes perfectly into an ending you do not expect.

I just wanted to say thankyou for a sexy thread, some lovely images and some great poems

Hello fridayam so nice to see you visit. If I may be so bold, can I post some of your work? To the folks who follow this thread. This gentleman posts fine poetry at lit also. Please give him a read. Poetry doesn't normally get much play at lit, and of course that is understandable considering the sites main intention. But there is a group of outstanding poets who post here. Give them a read.

One of the things I love about lit is that you may express. Sure, sometimes you need a thick skin, such is the democracy at lit. But honestly, I would have never written a poem if a person by the name of mismused would not have pushed me to do so, and if lit wasn't a vehicle for me to express myself. I do not know if others feel the same, but it is true with me.

May your day and life be peaceful. I'm going to post one of my poems next, and no, it isn't of the quality of some of the folks who have posted. But WTF, I can post it! Democracy!

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

This was a confused moment poem.

I was projecting the love I felt for two women into a single verse. I wrote it at a time of much stress. It is here at lit.


My Sophia
by Esperanza_Hidalgo©

You are
the music of a thousand love songs
as vibrating strings twist our fates together in symphony.
The smell of sweet dew on a spring morning
wafting gently to our senses and joining us as one.
The light of morning sunrise
greeting life with warm supple morning kisses.
The touch of a soft kitten
purring gently with virginal satisfaction.

With you
my being springs eternal
with wealth and riches greater than Solomon.
My mind evolves with depth.
instilling knowledge befit to understand culture's maddening embrace.
My essence fills with hope
as a pauper bequeathed a fortune in awareness.
My world has possibility
like a butterfly emerging from a cocooning prison.

We are
two imbued as one
riding tumultuously in a river of ignorance.
Two immersed in mutual understanding
as fellow sophists seeking the universe.
Two in passion's strange embrace
to learn, live and be the feminine mystique of Sophia.
Two . . . entangled, enraptured, enriched, and loved,
with the taste of life sustaining wine.

I am
forever improved by you
as your burning breath engulfs my intellect in sentient flames.
Enhanced in life by you
as my Pandora's Box is quickly locked away in understanding.
Able to live life because of you
as God resurrected Jesus from a Tomb and the wicked hand of man.
Complete with her . . . because of you
in the splendor of the star filled night that you have enlightened.

You own
my mind,
my heart,
my life,

me.

 

[THROBBS]

Supergirl gets a spanking

 

[butters]

I've enjoyed getting to know you some chipbutty. Something tells me you must be famous in poetry circles. 'Poppies' is one of my favs. The last lines are very painful. It is a wonderful contradiction. The use of the phrase 'pretty as a rash' meshes perfectly into an ending you do not expect.



Hello fridayam so nice to see you visit. If I may be so bold, can I post some of your work? To the folks who follow this thread. This gentleman posts fine poetry at lit also. Please give him a read. Poetry doesn't normally get much play at lit, and of course that is understandable considering the sites main intention. But there is a group of outstanding poets who post here. Give them a read.

One of the things I love about lit is that you may express. Sure, sometimes you need a thick skin, such is the democracy at lit. But honestly, I would have never written a poem if a person by the name of mismused would not have pushed me to do so, and if lit wasn't a vehicle for me to express myself. I do not know if others feel the same, but it is true with me.

May your day and life be peaceful. I'm going to post one of my poems next, and no, it isn't of the quality of some of the folks who have posted. But WTF, I can post it! Democracy!

not famous in the slightest, dear Espie, but thankyou for your confidence in my writing

and might i echo espie's suggestion that people read fridayam's work? he is, truly, an exceptional poet - makes me feel like a clumsy beginner a lot of the time!

 

[fridayam]

Blushing

"Hello fridayam so nice to see you visit. If I may be so bold, can I post some of your work?"

What you and Chipbutty have said is enough for a poor poet to live off for a lifetime. I am most humbled. Of course you may post some of my work here. I only wish it were better. xx

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Uhm, throbs, are you going to make me raise my hand to ask for permission to be Super-girl. Pick me! Pick Me!

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

not famous in the slightest, dear Espie, but thankyou for your confidence in my writing

Both you and fridayam have a minimalist quality that I must learn. If you will note both of their works thread readers, they have no extra words, only what is needed to convey the intended meaning. I have -ly disease. But am getting better as time goes by.

and might i echo espie's suggestion that people read fridayam's work? he is, truly, an exceptional poet - makes me feel like a clumsy beginner a lot of the time!

Agreed only partially--you are no beginner, and since he gives me permission in the next post to show a few, I'm going to go find a few. Goodie, I get to pick.

 

[infinity706]

Both you and fridayam have a minimalist quality that I must learn. If you will note both of their works thread readers, they have no extra words, only what is needed to convey the intended meaning. I have -ly disease. But am getting better as time goes by.



Agreed only partially--you are no beginner, and since he gives me permission in the next post to show a few, I'm going to go find a few. Goodie, I get to pick.

I'm not sure if minimal words are really that awesome, though. If the writing is good, it's nice to ease into it just like all the kissing, stroking, and everything else that comes with a great fuck.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

These three are very cutting--reader beware.

As a note. I met fridayam because he liked a poem of mine. He also criticized the same poem on some poorly chosen words. We struck up a short conversation and I started reading his poems. They are very different and heady. Some with very dark humor.

He may not want me to post these, but I love pissed off poetry. Click on the title to go give them a read at the lit link.

Perverted Commas
by fridayam©

What you write to me
feels like it should be
put in perverted commas.

Your words stick to me
like the sperm he leaves
on your body, in your hair

which you wear with such
obsessive pride beneath your clothes,
beneath your husband's nose.

You are chic and successful
but you dirty your knees
as you suck his cock in a carpark

or take his semi in your colon
whilst a stranger fucks your mouth.
You revel in that taste

of your arse on his pipe
as you type your tormented thoughts
to drip in my mind, my eyes,

stinging, like alkali.


**********

I Surrender, Dear
by fridayam©

"I Surrender, Dear" (Clifford-Barris)

Monk was hammering it on his piano as he
made you stand in front of him and undress,
shred after tasteful shred.
The long zip sighed, opening
tooth by tooth and the
flowered silk dress shucked to reveal
the balconnet bra, black and
matching your hold-ups,
your aching nipples and that
you'd shaved.
"Everything"—one simple word
so shaming and arousing: all
your effort strewn about his unhoovered floor.
Embarrased and determined—
what would your husband think?
Would he be here, if he knew, to watch
your feet waving in the air
like white flags?

**********

Flies
by fridayam©

Flies

Flakes of Beelzebub,
the Devil’s dandruff,
hating everything
even themselves.
Every activity is a
scourge for their rage
as they scour the house
for its droppings.
This Harrowing from Hell,
this desecration of temples,
is their sly pleasure and
their Master’s glee.
As for myself
I carry the can
and happily admit to the
casual murder of flies.

These are only three of his collection, and it was hard to decide on which ones to post. I'll save others for later. Each of his poems has a certain visceral quality. His lit page is here. If you click on it you may access his poetry and stories.

I haven't read his stories, but goodness, with a mind that thinks as the above what must they be?

It brings up a point about poetry. It's like a picture into our minds--An opening to the soul and we ask others to enter. Our innermost thoughts can be scary. I wonder what it would be like to spend a week in Stepen King's mind, or Dean Koonce--now that would be scary!


. . . but take it from me, fridayam isn't so scary. He's quite the English gentlemen. Nonetheless, many of his poems are dark and haunting--as if releasing some inner misery. Of course, that is just what I am thinking. He could be writing these while watching butterflies on his flowers for all I know.

I love trying to get in a poet's head. It's all part of the fun of reading poetry.

Now there is one by vrose I want to try and find and then I'm done for the evening.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

This isn't it

Bathing Nocturne
by vrosej10©

A violin without strings, she kneels
With a neck exceeding finest carved wood
Her hand and sponge linger by candlelight
Dripping across her shoulders
Extending my ecstasy
Long enough for me to blaze
She crazes me as she bathes her breasts
Nipples colder, then harder
Sponge going lower and pausing, not briefly
She tests my resolve; drops slip slowly down her spine
Plunging between her flawless cheeks
And I find myself delving in behind them.​

I saw this one and remembered I liked it. Really a cool poem.

Here is her lit page.

Now let me see if I can find that other one.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Here it is

This made me smile

It is here

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

One final comment.

These are poets I like. Others may not because we each have preferences. You may hate these poems. We get to choose likes and dislikes. Most of these pots I've met because we enjoy reading poetry. I'm very new at writing poetry, so by no means an expert. I just know what my brain likes, and my brain likes these.

Okay, I am taking about four days off lit to finish a story. So I'll not update this thread until perhaps Monday. I have a story written that needs an edit. So poems must wait a few days.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

I'm not sure if minimal words are really that awesome, though. If the writing is good, it's nice to ease into it just like all the kissing, stroking, and everything else that comes with a great fuck.

Hey Infinity--let me introduce you to the individual who taught me about 100 ways to say pussy. He read a story of mine and gave me numerous examples on how to use different words than pussy. I used several in my last story.

One beautiful thing about poetry is that we all have preferences. Some love overwriting a prosy stuff, other's prefer minamalist writing. An editor I work with is always telling me to be careful about my rhapsodizing (love ya m). I do go crazy with it when I write stories.

Infinity, you know of my -ly issue. I'm glad you liked that sort of thing because I'm damn good (or bad) at it. Anyway, that story you read of mine has done well in the lit scheme of things. To each his own baby.

Thanks for the look and comment.

 

[infinity706]

Well, I'm actually quite jealous of the whole fluff thing. My writing is about as succinct as it can possibly be and it's just so dry and lifeless. Sure, I can cram hours worth of brainstorming work into 1-2 pages, but it's nowhere near as fun to read. It also makes it nearly impossible to meet page counts in college or write by the page, like authors used to be paid. I have a feeling it comes down to the whole left brain, right brain thing, though.

I couldn't really figure out why you overused pussy so much, though, when you have such a huge vocabulary to the point that many people could get a vocabulary lesson from reading porn. Of course, I've also never seen a woman overuse pussy before. It's always been the guys who, apparently, get their inspiration from porn videos, where pussy is the default word. Something tells me you probably have a thing for porn as well, because most women totally shy away from using any of the crude words for vagina or else, have no problem with any of them. Oh, and yeah, I noticed that you subbed in the C word into the dialogue for the really nasty chicks. It definately feels like cheating, though, if an author avoids saying cunt when appropriate.

 

[Esperanza_Hidalgo]

Well, I'm actually quite jealous of the whole fluff thing. My writing is about as succinct as it can possibly be and it's just so dry and lifeless. Sure, I can cram hours worth of brainstorming work into 1-2 pages, but it's nowhere near as fun to read. It also makes it nearly impossible to meet page counts in college or write by the page, like authors used to be paid. I have a feeling it comes down to the whole left brain, right brain thing, though.

I couldn't really figure out why you overused pussy so much, though, when you have such a huge vocabulary to the point that many people could get a vocabulary lesson from reading porn. Of course, I've also never seen a woman overuse pussy before. It's always been the guys who, apparently, get their inspiration from porn videos, where pussy is the default word. Something tells me you probably have a thing for porn as well, because most women totally shy away from using any of the crude words for vagina or else, have no problem with any of them. Oh, and yeah, I noticed that you subbed in the C word into the dialogue for the really nasty chicks. It definately feels like cheating, though, if an author avoids saying cunt when appropriate.

I LOVE the word pussy! I do not know why. I love saying it. But it does get old after the 100th time. Hmm, yes I know why, because it feels so nasty to say it. Maybe I ma just strange in that way. I love saying the f word also. But that one gets old too, bcause f'ing between girls generally involves a dildo.

I used womanhood and middle much more. But I do not like clinical terms that much, so I avoid them. I also like peach, plum and apple, a fruit salad. Least not us forget Eden. And of course, Yoni, now that one was new for me. The C word worked perfectly in the rough sex scenes, that is why I decided to use it. Again, those were meant to be nasty moments.

Okay, I'm off now to my self-imposed exile. Have a good remainder of your week.