Something for the Poets.

[Taramere]

Yes, I hate it too.

If this is the missing link

I hope it stays lost.

 

It's like Ross from Friends.

With a doughnut for a nose.

And a bad hair cut.

[marlena]

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair

[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin

[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

 

From Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfed Prufrock, a favourite of mine

[LikeTheWolf]

let me bite your neck

i promise i won't leave a mark

but she moved my head away

and pushed down on my shoulders instead

 

- LTW

 

o

[Storyrider]

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair

[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin

[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

 

From Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfed Prufrock, a favourite of mine

"I grow old. I grow old. Shall I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled?"

 

I like this one too, Marlena.

[LikeTheWolf]

She brushes her hair back

but

I brush it back further

exposing her to the air

she whispers 'Ok'

and before we determine what she meant

i am tasting her glistening skin

 

- LTW

 

r

[LikeTheWolf]

the rain drops battering on the glass

is our music

of the night

protected in this vehicle

i move your body closet to me

not because i need warmth

i just want to feel your heat

and whisper 'decadence'

 

-ltw

 

Y

[Storyrider]

body closet

 

I need to get caught up on my sexual terminology.

[Nemo]

I need to get caught up on my sexual terminology.

:lmao:

 

I think my body's out of the closet, but I can't be sure.

[Storyrider]

:lmao:

 

I think my body's out of the closet, but I can't be sure.

Actually, I think the poem is the better for that image. A very surprising, evocative juxtaposition, perhaps indicative of emptiness, or a particularly large uterus.

[Nemo]

Actually, I think the poem is the better for that image. A very surprising, evocative juxtaposition, perhaps indicative of emptiness, or a particularly large uterus.

That's beautiful.

 

I hope I have a body closet. I am searching for the knob right now. I will keep you informed on any developments.

[Storyrider]

That's beautiful.

 

I hope I have a body closet. I am searching for the knob right now. I will keep you informed on any developments.

Let me know if you need any help.

[LikeTheWolf]

Oh Body Closet

How beautiful you are

When I need to rid myself of a smart ass

you are not very far

 

i take you out of storage

when someone becomes too much

and show you off to the loud mouth

while saying "Look, but don't touch!"

 

for I open your lid

and ask if they would be so kind

to lean over and look inside you

and then push them on their behind

 

And when they fall in

I lock you up tight

and then i hear the muffled screams

all through the night

 

oh yes my body closet

you are so wonderful to me

while some think you are a typo

you are as real to me as can be

 

-LTW

 

o

[Storyrider]

:lmao:

 

Bravo, LTW!!!!!! :bunny:

 

I love it.

[Trialbyfire]

That's so wrong but so right!

[LikeTheWolf]

Come red riding hood

a woman, not little at all

I caught you alone in the forest

feel your burning. heed your call

 

Come Red riding hood

encompass your red over me

your cloak, your lips, and whatever else

enslaves myself, unable to flee

 

Come red Riding hood

send those swinging hips my way

teach me to ride, live up to your name

hoist your body, swoon and sway

 

Come red riding Hood

draw back your hooded cover

reveal those eyes, your glistening hair

i'll expose the other

 

Cum Red Riding Hood

 

Come

 

 

 

-LTW

 

u

[Trialbyfire]

Mr. Wolf, Mr. Wolf

You ask for so much

I've only known you for such a short time

How do I know those fangs won't hurt?

 

My mother always said

Trust not in a stranger

If I pull back my hood

I think you will pounce.

 

I need to go

My grandmother awaits

This basket of goods

So I bid you...Adieu.

 

-Tbf

[LikeTheWolf]

i just returned from your grandmother

and i was a perfect gent

she is quite the older woman

let me tell you how it went

 

my intent was to devour her

and fool you in her in her bed

i expected an old wrinkly hag

but discovered a cougar instead

 

"My what big eyes you have..."

she purred in my ear

"All the better to see you with." I snarled.

"Well, come sit right over here."

 

"My what big ears you have..."

she scratched them both from behind

"All the better to hear you with." I growled

"I think you just need to unwind..."

 

"My what a big nose you have..."

and on the tip she planted a kiss

"All the better to smell you with." I sniffed

"I have a scent you won't want to miss."

 

"My what a big mouth you have..."

she traced my lips gently around with her finger

"All the better to eat you with." I breathed

"Well, that bothersome bitch is coming so let's not linger!"

 

-LTW

,

 

 

[Trialbyfire]

My grandmother is dead

You great evil wolf

For this nasty deed

I will have your head.

 

Her last words to me were

"Shotgun's in the closet"

Then she closed her eyes

Breath leaving in a sigh.

 

That's the last thing I heard

Then burst into tears

Sobbed for a minute

Before rage overwhelmed.

 

So here I stand

Shotgun in hand

Say your last prayers

Before I finish counting to ten...

 

- Tbf

[LikeTheWolf]

I stand before you

showing no threat

i showed that cougar a wonderful time

you need not be so upset

 

I'll take the barrel of your shotgun

and press it against my chest

for even if you blast away

my death will be repressed

 

i am not of the ordinary

because when your bullets are dispersed

they will have no effect on me

for you see, I am cursed

 

- LTW

 

m

[Trialbyfire]

Many thanks for the hint

For silver I have

Down the barrel

I drop my cross

 

You can't escape me

My sight is too good

Do you have

Any last words?

 

One, two, three

Four, five, six

Seven, eight, nine

And....

 

- Tbf

[Nemo]

Nine lives for the cat

And then what?

I think there is a place

Where the cougar and the wolf

Explore other dimensions

Of anal pleasures too intense

For souls to escape

From bondage eternal

It's so nocturnal

Oh, this must be a dream

They will skim the cream

And love will blossom

In heart, spirit, and bottom

[Storyrider]

Feline coos

And canine sighs

Fill the dreamy, creamy skies

As the lovers do their tricks

Wolf and cougar tongues that lick

Wolf succumbs to cougar's claws

Enjoys a pleasure-pain massage

Anticipating all the while

When they will do it, doggy-style

[shadowplay]

Excerpt from The Dead by James Joyce:

 

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

[shadowplay]

Excerpt from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov:

 

In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a low stone wall. Through the darkness and the tender trees we could see the arabesques of lighted windows which, touched up by the colored inks of sensitive memory, appear to me now like playing cards--presumably because a bridge game was keeping the enemy busy. She trembled and twitched as I kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct, as if it emitted a faint radiance of its own. Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half-pleasure, half-pain, came over those childish features.

[serial muse]

It's the way they cannot understand the window

they buzz and buzz against, the bees who take

a wrong turn at my door and end up thus

in a drift at first of almost idle curiosity

cruising the room until they find themselves

smack up against it and they cannot fathom how

the air has hardened and the world they know

with their eyes keeps out of reach as, stuck there

with all they want just in front of them, they must

press their bodies against the one unalterable law

of things -- this fact of glass -- and can only go on

making the one sound that tethers their pure

electric fury to what's impossible, will not change.

 

- Eamon Grennan