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Poetry competition CLOSED 29th July 2018 11:46pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
your shipment of male approval is on its way
Poetry Contest Description
this competition will be gendered, but try not to cry about it
writing as a woman: show me why all the boys love you, or why they don't
as suggested in the title this is a bit of a trick question
men, you're welcome to try this
as suggested in the title this is a bit of a trick question
men, you're welcome to try this
Question , Anna ;
Can I pull excerpts from my novel I am writing ,
in the personage of a woman , to be woven
together into my entry ?
( you can find the first part of my book , as my first post here )
I think this will be a great comp !
Can I pull excerpts from my novel I am writing ,
in the personage of a woman , to be woven
together into my entry ?
( you can find the first part of my book , as my first post here )
I think this will be a great comp !
Anonymous
VALENTINE DELIVERY WISH (spoken)
.
I was on his route that day when he
walked up to my door to deliver more
than my mail order lingerie, Special D'.
Cash up front he said with his boodwah
eyes, inviting himself in, following me
to the kitchen as I grabbed for my tote.
He straddled a table chair, leaning back
while I tried to hide the way I studied him
from under my bangs, unzipped my wallet.
He opened his pants bold as brass, and
twice as hard, with sunlight casting a
crotch shadow my way from the window.
I tossed the greenbacks and he tossed my
parcel telling me to open it quick, so I
sat on the table's edge and pried the flaps,
throwing some of the Styrofoam peanuts at
him, so we laughed when I pulled out fuchsia
bra' and panties guaranteed not to break.
Or are they, by his eyebrows dancing, so I
asked "What's up your sleeve?" and he said
"More like down those panties, put 'em on!"
Rising from the chair that fell with a bang,
and him moving like a tom cat who smells a
she in heat, pouncing before I could finish,
and beefsteak hands showing how to turn
new lingerie into damaged goods, then
pullin' plow like nobody's business, his spigot
spillin' in, drillin' and fillin', flippin' burgers
on the side, gawd I hollered like he's
double humpin' me both ways from Sunday!
Fuck, I love that delivery man, don't care
how he plays me, get on the phone, maxin'
cards, ordering ev'rything, 'cause he's a keeper!
.
I was on his route that day when he
walked up to my door to deliver more
than my mail order lingerie, Special D'.
Cash up front he said with his boodwah
eyes, inviting himself in, following me
to the kitchen as I grabbed for my tote.
He straddled a table chair, leaning back
while I tried to hide the way I studied him
from under my bangs, unzipped my wallet.
He opened his pants bold as brass, and
twice as hard, with sunlight casting a
crotch shadow my way from the window.
I tossed the greenbacks and he tossed my
parcel telling me to open it quick, so I
sat on the table's edge and pried the flaps,
throwing some of the Styrofoam peanuts at
him, so we laughed when I pulled out fuchsia
bra' and panties guaranteed not to break.
Or are they, by his eyebrows dancing, so I
asked "What's up your sleeve?" and he said
"More like down those panties, put 'em on!"
Rising from the chair that fell with a bang,
and him moving like a tom cat who smells a
she in heat, pouncing before I could finish,
and beefsteak hands showing how to turn
new lingerie into damaged goods, then
pullin' plow like nobody's business, his spigot
spillin' in, drillin' and fillin', flippin' burgers
on the side, gawd I hollered like he's
double humpin' me both ways from Sunday!
Fuck, I love that delivery man, don't care
how he plays me, get on the phone, maxin'
cards, ordering ev'rything, 'cause he's a keeper!
.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Blackwolf said:Question , Anna ;
Can I pull excerpts from my novel I am writing ,
in the personage of a woman , to be woven
together into my entry ?
( you can find the first part of my book , as my first post here )
I think this will be a great comp !
it wouldn't be a trick question if I gave u all the answers
Can I pull excerpts from my novel I am writing ,
in the personage of a woman , to be woven
together into my entry ?
( you can find the first part of my book , as my first post here )
I think this will be a great comp !
it wouldn't be a trick question if I gave u all the answers
Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
Related submission no longer exists.
The Check Is In The Male
Since I've Been Sayin' I Was Born In The Wrong Body
I Should Have Been A Woman Long Before It Was A Meme
Then A Movement Then A Gender Bender , I'm Going To Tell
You Bitches To Move Out Of My Way As The Queen Has Arrived
And when her mask dropped , as her veil of existence ,
she was her sphinx and her Salome , seducing her inner
male in an incestuous riddle , a kundalini feedback loop
I Don't Just Walk I Strut And I Don't Make Love I Rut
She spun in place , a waveform rhythmic of phase
shifted light , a portal shakti , in human shell
She seemed normal to most
yet she was much more than that
She was an equation unto herself , unsolved until
she turned her key
Who was she , self claimed , and saying no , not to other's perception ,
yet her own multiple choice creation , and dice rolled , angular momentum
creating her potential
snake eyes
She Was So Hot The Ground Hissed Under Her Feet Like A Serpent
And Every Word She Spoke Was In The Tongue Of A Cunning Linguist
She was who she was , and all she was , was the present mistress
of yesterday's ghost , the future dominatrix of her today's dream ,
none other , for who could dream herself better than she ?
She Burned Through Her Bullshit And Had A Shotgun For Others'
She was a creature of her desires , her needs , her sustaining
matrices , seeking without seeking that which would set her free
Opposites attract , herself to herself , like some holy guardian angel
to the body and blood , sword to grail , water trough to some special
intelligence , drink me , eat me , I am divine
Spirituality made her horny
It is incestuous , when I get embed with myself , she thought
When I penetrate my subconscious , I get wet
Sex and death , are tied in the self referred möbius strip of my subconscious
I Am A Lissome Legend Of Lustful Proportions In Lace And Leather
She was perfect , as physical the beauty
It was in her mind's chaos , nymphs and neural sprites
stirred the depths of her subconscious desires and
fears , evoking and invoking body judgements , ego
appraisals , and am I good enough iterative mantras
Her inquiring mind was on a need to know basis , and
her introspection was an amateur detective inspecting
files long buried
She Loved It Up Down Right Left Back And Forth
Spinning Her Web In Every Direction
She Still Felt Like A Woman On The Edge Again Of Her Own Puberty
Crouched On Her Pedestal Of Potential
Half in half out , like some cat goddess , and worshiping
at her own altar , like any teenager , and girl in heat
Only here while it suited her , an outfit of personality ,
and nubile persnicketiness , or submissive seductiveness
whatever she chose , as any teenage girl's unwritten rite
And she danced her primal rhythm
She was the goddess of her temple
She Was Her Mother Of Stars And The Nacht Mahr
She Was Her Sea Horse Riding Her Waves
She looked into her waveform , her song and her dance ,
Her movement and her sonic , her calm and her storm ,
her planned event , yet circumstance , her control , yet
her respect , and ever is that which some call wrong ,
and many others call correct
She Did Not Give A Flying Fuck What Others Submitted To
She Was Her Own Juxtaposition And Geometry When She Moved
Yet I Know
Only love , ultimately , can set me free
Yet what now is love , other than a cost far too great ?
Shall I give up myself , again , for you ?
Shall I become as you are , or want me to be ?
Shall I break the bonds of togetherness , to find myself
at the brink of the lonely ?
Just for what , is this thing , called love ?
Halfway through the experience , I pause ,
if only to catch my breath...
I tackle it like a dilemma , and hold it , until
it yields
And then in the release , the ecstacy
In olofactory feedback loops , I smell teen spirit ,
if only in retrograde memory
I'm A Bitch With An Itch For Hoodoo Voodoo
Sexuality It Can Rebirth Or Be Your Fatality
I am the avatar of one thousand footsteps into life ,
and the dance of oblivion , simultaneously
This Is My Merry Go Round Bitches
You Are Just Along For The Ride
Yes , I am cyclical...and you are the constant
Sometimes you are a constant pain in the ass
And not due to anal sex
Why I endure , I do not know...some say love
holds the answers , yet why does love hold them ,
rather than reveal ?
What is this magnetism , and why this charge ?
Some say it is nature , I say nature is a beast
One that watches you , then devours you
Just because it can...and thus , is love
I Feast Like Kali On The Flesh And Blood Of Innocents
And Wear Their Skulls As A Belt Around My Waist
Rage , Rage , do not give up the fight !
Quiet rage is deadlier than blatant might
Though in any battle to save my shadow and light ,
I shall use the all , then what is left , beyond all wrong or right
You seek to defeat me , twist my truth , entreat me to your way ?
Beware your words , beware your lies , in your power play
Look At Me What Do You See Now Look Deeper
Every time she thought of tit for tat , she thought
of her tattooist's chair
And though some saw it as interspatial fair trade ,
she thought of it as political blackmail , and sexual
force , pricked by a needle
Games Were Her Specialty Board Of Relationships
She was just so perfect unto herself , she orgasmed with the
thought of her immanence and imagination
Queendom Cumming
Manifestation rules
Yet am I physical enough to recieve it ?
As I have said...just a yinniny , yanging around
And just because I said that , am I obligated to think it ?
Who invented that , who made that rule ?
And just because the moment , is it my fixed position ?
I am my realization , as I am my fool
I saw a child on a beach , and a grandmother in her bed
Both raw , and naked , in their embrace of life and death
One , the same as the other , just an issue of time
And space is relative , as far as geomantic placement
If I think , therefore I am , by reflection , and introspection ,
becomes if I think not , therefore I am not
Then who feeds the cat ?
She needs her cream , just because she wants it
Just feline programming , or human cattiness , asserting
it's way , by fang and claw , word , and verbal blade
She is / was / will be a girl , born anew each day
And This Is Why The Boys Love Me None Above Me
My Anima Loves My Animus , My Animus Loves My Anima
Better Than A Sharp Stick Or An Enema Such A Dilemma
And Though I Can Have A Red Light On To Tell You To Stop
Or Does It Mean In The End Go , Don't You Dare Try To Pay Me
With Anything But Love
Or You Shall Find You Are Being Blind And You Shall Eat Money Honey
And The Check Shall Be In The Male !
I Should Have Been A Woman Long Before It Was A Meme
Then A Movement Then A Gender Bender , I'm Going To Tell
You Bitches To Move Out Of My Way As The Queen Has Arrived
And when her mask dropped , as her veil of existence ,
she was her sphinx and her Salome , seducing her inner
male in an incestuous riddle , a kundalini feedback loop
I Don't Just Walk I Strut And I Don't Make Love I Rut
She spun in place , a waveform rhythmic of phase
shifted light , a portal shakti , in human shell
She seemed normal to most
yet she was much more than that
She was an equation unto herself , unsolved until
she turned her key
Who was she , self claimed , and saying no , not to other's perception ,
yet her own multiple choice creation , and dice rolled , angular momentum
creating her potential
snake eyes
She Was So Hot The Ground Hissed Under Her Feet Like A Serpent
And Every Word She Spoke Was In The Tongue Of A Cunning Linguist
She was who she was , and all she was , was the present mistress
of yesterday's ghost , the future dominatrix of her today's dream ,
none other , for who could dream herself better than she ?
She Burned Through Her Bullshit And Had A Shotgun For Others'
She was a creature of her desires , her needs , her sustaining
matrices , seeking without seeking that which would set her free
Opposites attract , herself to herself , like some holy guardian angel
to the body and blood , sword to grail , water trough to some special
intelligence , drink me , eat me , I am divine
Spirituality made her horny
It is incestuous , when I get embed with myself , she thought
When I penetrate my subconscious , I get wet
Sex and death , are tied in the self referred möbius strip of my subconscious
I Am A Lissome Legend Of Lustful Proportions In Lace And Leather
She was perfect , as physical the beauty
It was in her mind's chaos , nymphs and neural sprites
stirred the depths of her subconscious desires and
fears , evoking and invoking body judgements , ego
appraisals , and am I good enough iterative mantras
Her inquiring mind was on a need to know basis , and
her introspection was an amateur detective inspecting
files long buried
She Loved It Up Down Right Left Back And Forth
Spinning Her Web In Every Direction
She Still Felt Like A Woman On The Edge Again Of Her Own Puberty
Crouched On Her Pedestal Of Potential
Half in half out , like some cat goddess , and worshiping
at her own altar , like any teenager , and girl in heat
Only here while it suited her , an outfit of personality ,
and nubile persnicketiness , or submissive seductiveness
whatever she chose , as any teenage girl's unwritten rite
And she danced her primal rhythm
She was the goddess of her temple
She Was Her Mother Of Stars And The Nacht Mahr
She Was Her Sea Horse Riding Her Waves
She looked into her waveform , her song and her dance ,
Her movement and her sonic , her calm and her storm ,
her planned event , yet circumstance , her control , yet
her respect , and ever is that which some call wrong ,
and many others call correct
She Did Not Give A Flying Fuck What Others Submitted To
She Was Her Own Juxtaposition And Geometry When She Moved
Yet I Know
Only love , ultimately , can set me free
Yet what now is love , other than a cost far too great ?
Shall I give up myself , again , for you ?
Shall I become as you are , or want me to be ?
Shall I break the bonds of togetherness , to find myself
at the brink of the lonely ?
Just for what , is this thing , called love ?
Halfway through the experience , I pause ,
if only to catch my breath...
I tackle it like a dilemma , and hold it , until
it yields
And then in the release , the ecstacy
In olofactory feedback loops , I smell teen spirit ,
if only in retrograde memory
I'm A Bitch With An Itch For Hoodoo Voodoo
Sexuality It Can Rebirth Or Be Your Fatality
I am the avatar of one thousand footsteps into life ,
and the dance of oblivion , simultaneously
This Is My Merry Go Round Bitches
You Are Just Along For The Ride
Yes , I am cyclical...and you are the constant
Sometimes you are a constant pain in the ass
And not due to anal sex
Why I endure , I do not know...some say love
holds the answers , yet why does love hold them ,
rather than reveal ?
What is this magnetism , and why this charge ?
Some say it is nature , I say nature is a beast
One that watches you , then devours you
Just because it can...and thus , is love
I Feast Like Kali On The Flesh And Blood Of Innocents
And Wear Their Skulls As A Belt Around My Waist
Rage , Rage , do not give up the fight !
Quiet rage is deadlier than blatant might
Though in any battle to save my shadow and light ,
I shall use the all , then what is left , beyond all wrong or right
You seek to defeat me , twist my truth , entreat me to your way ?
Beware your words , beware your lies , in your power play
Look At Me What Do You See Now Look Deeper
Every time she thought of tit for tat , she thought
of her tattooist's chair
And though some saw it as interspatial fair trade ,
she thought of it as political blackmail , and sexual
force , pricked by a needle
Games Were Her Specialty Board Of Relationships
She was just so perfect unto herself , she orgasmed with the
thought of her immanence and imagination
Queendom Cumming
Manifestation rules
Yet am I physical enough to recieve it ?
As I have said...just a yinniny , yanging around
And just because I said that , am I obligated to think it ?
Who invented that , who made that rule ?
And just because the moment , is it my fixed position ?
I am my realization , as I am my fool
I saw a child on a beach , and a grandmother in her bed
Both raw , and naked , in their embrace of life and death
One , the same as the other , just an issue of time
And space is relative , as far as geomantic placement
If I think , therefore I am , by reflection , and introspection ,
becomes if I think not , therefore I am not
Then who feeds the cat ?
She needs her cream , just because she wants it
Just feline programming , or human cattiness , asserting
it's way , by fang and claw , word , and verbal blade
She is / was / will be a girl , born anew each day
And This Is Why The Boys Love Me None Above Me
My Anima Loves My Animus , My Animus Loves My Anima
Better Than A Sharp Stick Or An Enema Such A Dilemma
And Though I Can Have A Red Light On To Tell You To Stop
Or Does It Mean In The End Go , Don't You Dare Try To Pay Me
With Anything But Love
Or You Shall Find You Are Being Blind And You Shall Eat Money Honey
And The Check Shall Be In The Male !
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
For She Who Is My Muse
Feminist Womanfest Don't Tell Me What I Can Be
Don't Tell Me What I Can Do Should Do Or My Voodoo
Gonna Get You Lewd Me Rude You , I Be Free Too
And My Attitude , Is Gratitude , Though My Delivery
May Scare You , Bare You , To The Core , Beg Me For More ,
You May Regret Me , Set Me Aside , But You'll Be Bleedin' Inside ,
I Am The Tides , Of Emotion , I Am Woman , I Can Be A Blessing
Or A Curse , But Without Me , You Would Be So Much Worse ,
So Thank Me Spank Me Love Me For It All For Each And Every Tear
And Every Moment Of This Joy , And For Being Your Damnation
Your Salvation , Your Birth , Rebirth , Your Reminder Never Bind Her
She Is Your Heaven And Your Earth , Your Hell And Your Mirth ,
Your Laughter Ever After , Your Catharsis , And Still Your Isis ,
Your Mother Of This World , And The Daughter Yet To Come ,
She I Am , See It If You Can , Are You Capable , Or Just Rape Able ,
Yet If You Rape Me You Shall Not Own Me , I Shall Own Your Soul
For You Shall Feel Empty And I Shall Still Be Whole , I Am Telling
I Shall Be Spelling Long After You Are Dead , So Don't Think With
Your Dick Use Your Head , I Will Lead While You Be Led , And You
Just May Remember All These Burning Words I've Said , Honor Me :
For I Am Woman !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TTPGAy5H_E&list=RD-TTPGAy5H_E&t=9
Don't Tell Me What I Can Do Should Do Or My Voodoo
Gonna Get You Lewd Me Rude You , I Be Free Too
And My Attitude , Is Gratitude , Though My Delivery
May Scare You , Bare You , To The Core , Beg Me For More ,
You May Regret Me , Set Me Aside , But You'll Be Bleedin' Inside ,
I Am The Tides , Of Emotion , I Am Woman , I Can Be A Blessing
Or A Curse , But Without Me , You Would Be So Much Worse ,
So Thank Me Spank Me Love Me For It All For Each And Every Tear
And Every Moment Of This Joy , And For Being Your Damnation
Your Salvation , Your Birth , Rebirth , Your Reminder Never Bind Her
She Is Your Heaven And Your Earth , Your Hell And Your Mirth ,
Your Laughter Ever After , Your Catharsis , And Still Your Isis ,
Your Mother Of This World , And The Daughter Yet To Come ,
She I Am , See It If You Can , Are You Capable , Or Just Rape Able ,
Yet If You Rape Me You Shall Not Own Me , I Shall Own Your Soul
For You Shall Feel Empty And I Shall Still Be Whole , I Am Telling
I Shall Be Spelling Long After You Are Dead , So Don't Think With
Your Dick Use Your Head , I Will Lead While You Be Led , And You
Just May Remember All These Burning Words I've Said , Honor Me :
For I Am Woman !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TTPGAy5H_E&list=RD-TTPGAy5H_E&t=9
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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