Roll Call ~ Poetry Forum

Welcome to me,

I’m here to get feedback on my poetry, essays and prose. I welcome all critics touting as deep a commentary as they may dare to offer. I’m not afraid of criticism, and I’m not ashamed to show the world how self absorbed and short-sighted I am.

I’m here to interact intelligently (well, DUH) with other authors and/or fans. I hope I am here to learn … yes, I trust that I am here to learn. If nothing else, I hope to learn from my mistakes, even if that means I only learn that I will keep making the same mistakes over and over.

Prose is clearly my forte, perhaps because I’m less afraid to edit a story or essay with all due fierceness, than I am to précis my poetry or song lyrics. In a 20000 word story, what’s a paragraph or nine? In a 100 word poem? Well, geez, I really really want that “but” in there: It’s necessary to the metre of that line, baby. My contribution, then, to the poetry community could be this: I have ideas and dreams to offer, and maybe one soul out there may take solace, or wisdom, or disgrace, or disgust, or joy, or sorrow, or headaches away from the work I present. Or, really, if I’m truly blessed in any form whatever, someone may change me while I’m here.

I offer diatribes on politics, sex, the peace of the sexes, gender v sex, sex v me. I offer humour , manifesting itself frequently in word play and allusion. I offer humble love songs, bold seductions, and a myriad of other hypermedocrities. Please love me.

Well garsh you sound pretty damn cool to me. I'm glad you're here and I look forward to reading your poems, lyrics, diatribes, et al. :)
 
Hmmm.. what to say?

Howdy y'all... thought I might drop in here and finally say hello.

I've been at Lit for a number of years, but only recently started delving into writing poetry. My poetry doesn't usually lean very fancy or complex; there's not a lot of flowery words, and yes, my thesaurus is my best friend :rolleyes:. It does, however, reflect whatever I was feeling or going through at the moment it was written. For me, it's not so much about perfection, or creating something appealing to the reader, as it is simply a way for me to release my emotions.

Often what I write has undertones of sadism and masochism, or dominance and submission... though it may or may not be erotic... so it may read completely different to someone who has no interest or understanding of those topics.

I guess that's the Cliffnotes version of nova. I always keep a link to my most recent poem in my sig, and welcome any feedback.
 
Perverts Unite!

*What you hope to get out of your time at lit (please include level of critique you are looking for)

Well I hope to get look at a particular audiences feeling of my poetry, so any kind of comments critique, all are welcome. I hope to publish some day, so I want to know what people think, and why they think that and any suggestions on what they are looking for. I know literotica deals mainly with perverts, hence my being here and I want to know what the perverts think of some perverted poetry.

*What do you hope to contribute to the poetry community at literotica? What role do you see yourself playing here?

Well I hope to be someone that makes people look at things in a new light, and go "Yeah, I can see that makes sense when you say it like that" and maybe give them new things to think about and to feel better about themselves and inspire more perversion of course.

*How would you describe your writing?

Pagan. I tend to write about spirtuality experiences, sex and sex magick, the connection with the earth and gods, nature, feelings, love, death, rebirth which to me when you can be that open and self exposing about all those things equally is very pagan. And we need more pagan poetry out there.

*URL to your work at lit, personal website etc.

Well I tend to post things on my myspace blog. myspace.com/witchywomanniki
Feel free to ask for an add if you are there, or to comment on something you saw. I warn you I also use my blog as a makeshift diary at times because I mainly have family and friends as the people on my friends lists.

*List of some of your favorite poems/stories you have at Lit, in case anyone wants to get a taste of your work

Well a lot of my new poetry is what I like the best. Hey there Dagdha man, A sight to see, the Fates omen, Wolf moon, I promise my love..ect most of these have been written in the last three months because of a new beau in my life, and some really intense spirtual experiences. Only two out of the ones i've listed here are non-erotic in any form.

So feel free to message me, i'm a friendly sort and open to answering questions about either other authors poetry or questions about my silly self. And yes for me, this was brief..I tend to be long winded. You can blame Robert Jordan who showed me its okay to be that way.
 
I don't know how much of this is tongue in cheek but I do know I object to being called a pervert by someone who knows damn all about me or this site
 
Some of us are perverts around here, but UnderYourSpell is most definitely NOT a pervert.

Welcome to the Poetry forum. And if you really truly want to meet some perverts, head for the BDSM forum and check them out. But a suggestion: don't call them that until they get to know you.

In the meantime, I look forward to seeing more of your work, Niki. It interests me that you say you are a Druid. You seem awfully young to have undergone all that training.

I'm just a kinky witch, myself. nothin special. Stop by the bistro and schmooze. I'm sure you'll get along fine once you start meeting people.

bijou
 
And Champagne isn't perverted either ..... she told me so .....tho she does have some very strange tendencies. She'd be along herself but she's a bit tied up at the moment...
 
Hello :D

Well, I have been poking around Lit and the forum for a little while now, thought I should introduce myself. I am just a frizzy haired, frazzle minded (is that a word? ha) chick in Rhode Island.

I have never really been comfortable calling myself a poet, more of a scribbler. I write because I have to or I go a little nutty (er). Most of what I write is just a purge to get something out of my system or quiet a phrase that keeps whispering in my head. I would say I am more a poet by accident, my thoughts just tend to come out that way.

I know next to nothing about poetry other than I like it. I know what works for me and what doesn't, but I would be hardpressed to tell anyone why in technical terms. Since spending time here I have realised I know even less than I thought I did. I hope to change that. I have been lurking about and paying attention and I hope have been improving from my first submissions.

I welcome feedback of any sort . Critique away, I am always amazed when someone takes the time to do so. And although after seeing how long it takes for them to post, I rarely submit edits (too lazy), I have taken suggestions to heart and reworked several of my earlier works.

I know I was supposed to keep this short so I guess I'll leave it here. Thanks again to everyone who has stopped by my poems and left comments. Thanks to those who stopped by even if they left as quietly as they came. If you would like to say hello, I don't bite (unless you ask me the right way), and I love getting to know people even if I stumble a bit in those first interactions.

~~D.:D

http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=440431&page=submissions
 
Welcome and come on over to the Bistro where lurking and biting is the norm you sound as if you would fit in perfectly!
 
why?
whine now?
is your glass not so fool?

I don't
no

no, or know that, I have not written

not a word worth repeating,
nor mis(ing)under stand
in

(I almost let a ghost story save me)

Not since

And yet my body has remained buried here.
Hardly rotten, far from fresh
Silent

Do I attempt to dig it up?
Or to dig myself out?
Stalled, silent, much like my body here
is my life from here
but clearly by these words I answer
even though I might only scratch at a surface
before being left grave (again)

I must miss the sense of progress made
of overcoming the difficulty
putting down those words, bricks, boulders, mountains
that I too often found myself sinking under

If I were buried alive
would you reach out to save me
or dig in to join me?
 
A Poem

Summers eve,shades of gray,
Die in Morning light.
Amber cast across the mountain
Graces the hill with fading laughter.
Emarald green and lakes a blue, whispering and singing.
The wind chants eternal joy across it's lips
From where my help is winging.
Love emblazoned casts it's fiery glow,
warming fingers a nipping.
Where does the time go I wonder,
Cast down, brown and jovial, with sugar and creme' a sippin?
Kindness frames the face of the years,
and borders the sadness with a smile
As life goes on and one by one we tread the withered mile,
and with anticipation look forward to the days grace ahead of us.

RedDawn
 
A poem

Summers eve,shades of gray,
Die in Morning light.
Amber cast across the mountain
Graces the hill with fading laughter.
Emarald green and lakes a blue, whispering and singing.
The wind chants eternal joy across it's lips
From where my help is winging.
Love emblazoned casts it's fiery glow,
warming fingers a nipping.
Where does the time go I wonder,
Cast down, brown and jovial, with sugar and creme' a sippin?
Kindness frames the face of the years,
and borders the sadness with a smile
As life goes on and one by one we tread the withered mile,
and with anticipation look forward to the days grace ahead of us.

RedDawn
 
Anschul Joins the Milieu

Good morning to all.
After a bunch of nice (and occasionally not so nice, but always instructive) reviews and feedbacks, here I am, in this iteration, for anyone who cares.

*What you hope to get out of your time at lit (please include level of critique you are looking for)


I hope to grow my voice. I haven't written much poetry in forty years, but in my sunset I find myself being spoken to more and more to the right side of my brain. It's been asleep for a while while the left side supported a family. What I'd like to hear from the critics, poetry lovers, muses, fellow travelers, savants, leaders, followers, trouble-makers, consensus builders, Deadheads (especially fellow Deadheads) and anyone else who has two cents to pay forward is the undiluted truth, raw as it may be, so that I may actually improve that voice. Help me find my core. Where therapy has failed, I want poetry to succeed. I came to this site for the erotica, but I've discovered so very much more, and I am so happy I did. Sometimes writing a great poem is better than sex. Not often, but sometimes...


*What do you hope to contribute to the poetry community at literotica? What role do you see yourself playing here?


I hope to contribute another voice and another perspective. In my life I've done some things I'm not proud of, and in the second half of my life I want to tip the scale back to level. I would like to stimulate, instigate, agitate, masticate, masturbate (me and occasionally, you), titillate, thrill, disappoint, inspire, perspire, desire, and conspire.


*How would you describe your writing?


My writing is visceral and shotgun. I almost never contemplate or ponder. I usually get an idea and spit it out in seconds. Everything in my portfolio was written in one short sitting. I've written sonnets (some of which I'm quite proud), Haiku (most of which I'm not) personal ravings, both erotics and non-erotics, a satire or two, and at least one rhyming critique. I'm not particularly deep, although I hope to get deeper. I'm trying not to be too self-indulgent, but I'm probably failing (you know that better than I). And, I'm a story-teller.


*URL to your work at lit, personal website etc.

Here's a link to my Lit work.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=950098&page=submissions

Here's a link to my Weblog, Fredd's Journey.
http://www.freddsjourney.vox.com


*List of some of your favorite poems/stories you have at Lit, in case anyone wants to get a taste of your work.

My favorites here are:

New Member Haiku
It's Hard (Not That!!)
The Sonnets (all of them--They are a building body of work)
 
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Welcome, Anschul. I think this could be a great place to grow your voice. Certainly, it is what we make of it.
 
Hi, all.
I keep staring at your pretty words so I thought I should do one of these thingies. Perhaps I won't feel as rude and skulky. :D

Generally, I lurk more than I post. I read more than I write. I think about submitting more than I actually do. I draft more poems than prose, but I don't think of myself as a writer- more an editor, usually of prose (poems scare me). I haven't written a story in heaven knows how long, and I've just never really felt all that great at it.
And I secretly like the song "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls, but you're not really supposed to know that. So please forget I mentioned it.

So I'm in this funny middling place. If you ever want to middle next to me, you're welcome to do so. You don't even have to be in possession of a guilty pleasure music secret. And if you don't mind me sidling up next to you sometime, that would be cool. I promise, I bathe.

The critique stuff. Well. It's got to be somewhere between Don't Step On The Mome Raths and Don't Slay The Jabberwocky With A Sword But Rather With Something Fluffier, Perhaps A Rolling Pin.
I usually write in the same way I give music recommendations: my body gets mad at me until I unearth it. It's really selfish. Just, gottagetitout. (And really slowly.)
So with that in mind, I'm still figuring what to do with it. Helpful eyes are always, always a gift.

Here's [not a lot of] things.

Thanks for reading. :)
 
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Love your introduction, bluebell! Well met, and welcome.

We're all secretly scared of poetry in here. It's really just a phobia support group.

blessings,

bijou
 
Thanks, Bijou. You're a lamb. And I mean that in a far-removed-from-Passover kinda way.
I appreciate the welcome. :rose:
 
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