Spanking-The-Muse Thread

[wildsweetone]

a long-legged silhouette strides along the path
6 inch red shoes, fishnets, black skirt
rides up as she bends

 

[wildsweetone]

and tucked it tenderly home.

and tucked it tenderly home
where it belonged
nestled among
friend and familiarity
hidden from the knocks and kick-backs
that Life bestows
safe,
secure,
sheltered.
shrinking

 

[flyguy69]

and tucked it tenderly home
where it belonged
nestled among
friend and familiarity
hidden from the knocks and kick-backs
that Life bestows
safe,
secure,
sheltered.
shrinking

Ouch! You are so cruel, WSO!

I guess I should drop that last line, huh?

 

[wildsweetone]

Why drop it? It simply means something to one person and something else to another - isn't that what poetry is about? *smiling*

open your mind... see what happens...

 

[flyguy69]

Why drop it? It simply means something to one person and something else to another - isn't that what poetry is about? *smiling*

open your mind... see what happens...

So i can get heel marks on my brain, too?

 

[wildsweetone]

Is that what you want?

 

[flyguy69]

Is that what you want?

Who wouldn't want brain damage? I swear it gets some people elected to office.

 

[wildsweetone]

You could well be right there.


a battered brain
lays quietly
blue eyes watching
as the world wanders by
the clinical stench
sours the mind
spiralling thoughts outward
away from harm
toward what?

 

[wildsweetone]

(ignore this:

a battered brain
lays quietly
blue eyes watching
as the world wanders by
the clinical stench
sours the mind
spiralling thoughts outward
away from harm
toward what?

away from harm,
away from the touch of quick warmed hands
and cold stethescope
away from ever iced liquid draining into paralysed veins
towards comfort
towards lemon lights
of true warmth and love

...sorry my minds doing it's own thang lol)

 

[flyguy69]

(ignore this:

a battered brain
lays quietly
blue eyes watching
as the world wanders by
the clinical stench
sours the mind
spiralling thoughts outward
away from harm
toward what?

away from harm,
away from the touch of quick warmed hands
and cold stethescope
away from ever iced liquid draining into paralysed veins
towards comfort
towards lemon lights
of true warmth and love

...sorry my minds doing it's own thang lol)

Love the "lemon lights"!

G2G

 

[wildsweetone]

I can see I still have a long way to go. I like ALL the words in yours. lol

Have fun dear!

and thank you

 

[sandspike]

muse at the beach

landing and grinding to a halt
on the edge of yellow sand
waiting for a Lair to speak the truth
and set the poetry free as seagulls
brave as dolphins
straight as sandspikes

wild sweet ones dancing
as 69 fly guys approach
pen in hand and zippers down
everyone scores when they write
love letters in the sand

Wildsweetone provides the first two lines of a failed try at spanking the muse
we love to hate like that neighbor who cuts his grass or that aunt that bores
you to death. That is why my brain is loaded out as a sandbag on OBX.

 

[wildsweetone]

sandspike, before I comment, I want to know what OBX is in case my ignorance incriminates me...

 

[sandspike]

sandspike, before I comment, I want to know what OBX is in case my ignorance incriminates me...

[/QUO

OBX is the outer banks of North Carolina. I leave my brain in a sack on the
beach to hold back the tides. That makes the work week easier since I don't
have think. Saturday I'll run over to Ocracoke and pick the brain back up.
I'll throw out a line, open a Carolina Blonde, watch my babe fish, cut up the
tunes, and come up w/ more mindless beach poetry. Yeah, that is my muse.

 

[wildsweetone]

I'm also not sure I should ask, but what is a 'Carolina Blonde'?

Are you sure you're from an english speaking country?

 

[RhymeFairy]

She dozes, dreams away.
While he, wants to play.
Partially parts, sleeping thighs.
Tongue begins a lapping dive.

Hot, tight crevices, he does
clean. Awakening with a smile,
she knows ... his scheme. Wiggles
letting loose, spastic seasonings
stream.

Sated ... Satisfied is she.
Rolling him over, answering
his plea. Saddling upon his
horn of need. Bareback riding,
she breaks in, his steed.

Galloping away with the wind.
His spirit runs, seeps into skin.
Guttural whimpers, letting loose.
Loving, his early morning Muse ...

 

[sandspike]

just like havung the light on....

I love the begining right through to the ending.

She dozes, dreams away.
While he, wants to play.
Partially parts, sleeping thighs.
Tongue begins a lapping dive.

Hot, tight crevices, he does
clean. Awakening with a smile,
she knows ... his scheme. Wiggles
letting loose, spastic seasonings
stream.

Sated ... Satisfied is she.
Rolling him over, answering
his plea. Saddling upon his
horn of need. Bareback riding,
she breaks in, his steed.

Galloping away with the wind.
His spirit runs, seeps into skin.
Guttural whimpers, letting loose.
Loving, his early morning Muse ...

 

[sandspike]

it's just beer

I'm also not sure I should ask, but what is a 'Carolina Blonde'?

Are you sure you're from an english speaking country?

Carolina Blonde is a longneck amber queen w/ a mild hoppy taste. She has
a likeness of the Hatteras lighthouse on her label which makes her a great
beach poetry muse. Remember a muse doesn't have to be a person in
sandspike land.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I love the begining right through to the ending.

Thank You ...
Amazing what happens
when the lights are ON huh ~ *grins*

I love this thread.
Like coming home to a free for all ~

 

[The Mutt]

Awake, my love and greet the day
gather ye rosebuds where you may
smell the roses and sew your oats
a rising tide will lift all boats
There's a place for everything
put everything in its place
put all your worries on the shelf
and sit your sweet ass on my face!

 

[Sins666]

spin spin spin
you blue monster
on your axis of green

drop the masks
its time to play
pin the green back to the politician

the greedy hordes have landed
in the house of pure white
topped with justice, blinded with green eyes

just like me

She dozes, dreams away.
While he, wants to play.
Partially parts, sleeping thighs.
Tongue begins a lapping dive.

Hot, tight crevices, he does
clean. Awakening with a smile,
she knows ... his scheme. Wiggles
letting loose, spastic seasonings
stream.

Sated ... Satisfied is she.
Rolling him over, answering
his plea. Saddling upon his
horn of need. Bareback riding,
she breaks in, his steed.

Galloping away with the wind.
His spirit runs, seeps into skin.
Guttural whimpers, letting loose.
Loving, his early morning Muse ...

I like it...alot...but can I be the steed? I promise to let you ride me as much as you want!

 

[flyguy69]

Awake, my love and greet the day
gather ye rosebuds where you may
smell the roses and sew your oats
a rising tide will lift all boats
There's a place for everything
put everything in its place
put all your worries on the shelf
and sit your sweet ass on my face!

Yeah, he's back!

 

[wildsweetone]

four little finches on the ground
looking for seedlings as claws do pound
munching and pecking seeded grass
while i watch quietly behind clear glass

two rosellas fly right past
bright colours flashing, shadows cast
upon the ground beside my feet
a tiny skink not enough to eat

 

[RhymeFairy]

A sweet lil ride, ridden on the knees
of the swallow. Taking one's time,
tasting the wine. Nectarous love
sliding down, passions spurts,
tongue bound ...

 

[Jennifer C]

Evil strikes upon
the hour,
lurking in the
darkess corners
of your mind.

Stalking your
thoughts with
devilish intent,
invading your
head.

Voices screaming
to the tune
of regret, not
letting go
no room to forget.

Memories of hurtful
pasts, running through
your head, like a
horror movie
on replay.

You pray for sleep
but your calls
go un-answered
leaving you alone
in the darkness.