The bull & the ballet dancer

Taurus and Virgo

While this is no "Death in the Afternoon", she will slay him in the end
Silky lace, turning and spinning like no matador ever could, endless legs and tippy toes

Brutal, rippling strength, filled with animal passion, and still he is out matched
Her elegance and poise, gentle yielding softness entraps in blissful feminine capture

Sure, he is used to total domination, his power eclipsing the very sun
But her willing submission distracts, deflects, and disarms him, adorned in the color red

Backed against the wall, it seems she has met her match, pouting, and then luscious wicked smile
Suddenly, stealth and rolling reversal, again she is on top, him pinned beneath, foiled

Back and forth it goes, this sensual dance, the sexual battle, desire building, lust denied
Alternating tenderness and rough affection, nibbling, biting, scratching horns and nails

Finally, she relents, her struggling ceases, allowing him to pin her down by her slender wrists, delicious helplessness
Eyes locked, heavy breathing, bathed in sweat, he takes his prize, forceful rhythm, musky control

Her eyes roll, then close, lips purse and then spill forth moans of pleasure
Massive arms shake and tremble, hardness swells fulfilling, kisses muffle ecstasy, simultaneity

Collapsing into her arms, he becomes docile, nestling upon her bosom, naked taurine vulnerability
Quietly, she runs her fingers through his mussed up hair, kissing him softly on the head, La estocada de la muerta  

Somatose Visions by mikimoondancer

She takes her soma
to ease her muscles
and her head

Awaits her vision
Poised for pleasure
seeing red

Flag now flying
she does not feel the same
A lonely poodle
with the soul of a Great Dane

It's her reflection
entombed in flowers
scented springtime

Her inner spirit
nourishing a greater
sense divine

Rhapsodic dancing
be she bull or ballerena
Melodic climbing
Opera hall or dark arena

Virginity`s Tomb  
 
What a surprise  
milk flowing thighs  
gives the beast rise  
 
of such massive size  
he looks down and prys  
with cold polar eyes  
 
whiter her tutu  
beast a dark Hutu  
or is the dude Tutsi?  
 
either way  
this divisive ballet  
commenced back in the day  
 
bulls belong penned  
in fields of cotton  
anywhere chained  
 
she`s plied we assume  
with bottles of booze  
and roses in bloom  
 
Virginity's Tomb  
 
prone and tender  
dancer surrenders  
as manhood threatens  
 
such a skilled artist  
working in earnest  
fed coal to old furnace  
 
within rendered beauty  
one clearly sees  
racist misandry    
         

magnus said:Poetry was orignally spoken and interacted with so there  i agree with you, magness, you were addressing the poem.
 discussion of poetry in a poem thread should be encouraged,
 not discouraged. we need more discussion of poetry no matter
 where it takes place. attempts to end it should be resisted!!

Miss sub said: "This picture is hanging up in my place of work."
@Miss_Sub: wow, some place of work! that's a VERY interesting
picture.

http://wordbiscuit.com/images/dance.jpg


                   < her dreaming of the dance >
                   
                   to dance
                   to dance the flurry of the stage again
                   to dance away the night
                   the darkness of the night
                   and of the future
                   that has come
                   
                   her eyes
                   they're off again
                   this old girl sits
                   her bottle never far away
                   below her hand
                   beside the chair
                   beside the chair it sits
                   it helps
                   with dreams
                   with dreaming of the dance
                   her journey to the crown
                   the crown
                   the flurry of the stage again
                   to dance
                   to dance this dark away
                   to dance away the one who took
                   who took away the dance
                   the one who's never far away
                   who's never far away
                   her eyes
                   they're off again
                   the man
                   the hard way to the crown
                   her dream
                   her dreaming of the dance
                   her bottle
                   never far away
                   
                           - - -

"True Beasts are Unmasked"


He tricked her:
beast is man and man is weak.
A mask for a dance and she dances
for the mask.

Each twist of hip
extension of toe
sheds thin-sliced bravado
from the charlatan's ego

but she still dances for a beast
but tonight the beast
pirouettes
bringing man to shakes and sweat
because no mask ever truly smiled.

Right I am going to attempt to go through this in the best way that I can.

Magnus-Your entry was the first in my competition. The piece was sturdy and had a good dream like atmosphere. Thank you for sharing it. I would ask you not to chit chat during a competition thread though. It's highly annoying trying to wade through the convo and the genuine entries.

Eveateredapples-Same comment regarding competition thread etiquette.  However, your entry was all about the second stanza for me. The term 'virgin suicide' sets off your piece brilliantly in the context of your poem. The flow was very smooth. Great entry.

Beautiful_Accident- I really liked the aggressive edge that you had, which I did not see in any of the other entries. There was a great story to your piece. I really liked the lines 'razor teeth curved in the devil's smile' - darkly brilliant.

Lord Viddax- I liked how you turned your poem into a real life situation. This was a completely different view compared to the other entries. I enjoyed it, but i'm not sure that I entirely got where it was going. A great entry though.

Gypsy Red- This poem was all about the 5th stanza for me. The poem was very analytical of the picture and the situations of the two characters within the picture. Great entry.

Strider- This poem was short and to the point, however in doing that for me it missed out plenty of vital description. It's a shame that the piece wasn't longer, I would have liked to have read more of it.

Grace- You have a wonderful skill of making an atmosphere with very few words. Your selection of descriptive words touched me. This piece didn't need any more doing to it, it was perfect as it is. Beautiful entry.

JimmBgrace-This entry was all about the last three lines for me. These were magical. Great entry.

Magdalena- This poem starts off so strong and grabs your attention straight awway, however I can't help feeling that I change my opinion of it towards the end. It seems to loose some of it's initial description. I still enjoyed the poem immensely however, and the presentation especially gave it an atmospheric edge. Great entry.

Amalasuntha- A descriptive piece. Good entry, would have liked a little more story however.

Panama Judas- This was by far one of the best entries. I liked the fact that you had clearly put some real thought into this. I liked the real life twist that you had given it. I liked the sarcastic and yet slightly dark undertone that set the scene. This was the piece that captured my imagination and yet saddened me at the same time. Excellent.

Light Baron- It ws a real hard call to distinguish your entry from Panama's. Both had clearly had some thought put into them, and both were very well written. Yours had a slightly darker edge and I liked that about it, I liked not being sure where the fantasy ended and the reality began. But I don't think it hit me quite as much as Panama's did. A very worthy entry though.

Mr.A- Your first entry into this competiton was everything I would expect from you. The seething sad undertone with that hint of philosphy that makes you think. The third stanza was outstanding and oozed quality. It was beautifully atmospheric and a real contender. I also liked your second entry but not quite as much as the first. The last lines of your second poem was the perfect closure to my competition - "bringing man to shakes and sweat because no mask ever truly smiled." Great entries.

Ricecake- Very short and sweet with an almost Shakespearian quality. I liked the effort that had obviously gone into converting it into two languages. Quite eloquent. Great entry.

Le colonel-The story throughout this piece is brilliant. I loved the fact that you could cut the sexual tension with a knife in this piece, which is something that I didn't really pick up on in the other entries. Loved that fresh view there.

Miki- Your entry was all about the last stanza for me which was particularly good. I liked the dark undertone in yours. Thank you for entering.

Drivelicious- I noticed that you have a rhyme scheme in your poem which tended to fall apart in places which was a real shame because it effected the flow of the read for me. It did seem a little like you had placed random words together to make them rhyme, which was a shame because there were some little gems in there hiding. Thank you for entering.

Ray- I liked the repetition of certain words and ideas in your entry. The repetition almost led to a sense of confusion, which was very atmospheric to what I was reading. I liked the dark edge that you had here. It was a very interesting read. A worthy entry.

So.... the winners are all about the boys this time -

1st place - Panama Judas
2nd place - Mr. A
3rd place - Light Baron

Thank you all for your entries, the quality was very high, which made it very hard to choose, but I hope I have done the entries justice.

Congrats to PanJud, and Mr.A...good comp missy. You judged with care and attention. I thought the quality was pretty solid throughout

Ah, thank you madame. I knew those dirty thoughts would come in useful sometime.  

Some good poems in there. Second? I'm taking that as seventeenth from the worst.
Well done lb and panama.

Now this is (was) a competition! Congratulations to Panama Judas, possibly cruel but definitely a writer, an also to Mr A and lightbaron for such wonderful pieces. And congrats to everyone else, seems poetry ain't quite dead.

And thank you Missy for actually commenting on the poems, some people just don't do that, seems you were spoilt for good choices!

Drivelicious- I noticed that you have a rhyme scheme in your poem which tended to fall apart in places which was a real shame because it effected the flow of the read for me. It did seem a little like you had placed random words together to make them rhyme, which was a shame because there were some little gems in there hiding. Thank you for entering.

Hey Missy,

thanks for the mention. I think I wrote this piece in a free-flowing style --
almost like "rap". Every word is intentionally placed, there is nothing random here.
Yes, some of the rhyme is strictly adhered to.
But sometimes the rhyme will occur within a line, not at the end of it.
For instance:
"whiter her tutu  
beast a dark Hutu  
or is the dude Tutsi?"
tutu - Hutu - dude Tut(si)

I`ll also hold words together with a Consonant sound --
bulls belong penned  
in fields of cotton  
anywhere chained  
penned - cotton - chained ---- nnnnnn sound

such a skilled artist  
working in earnest  
fed coal to old furnace
artist - earnest - furnace ----- ssssssssss sound

again -- thanks for the mention,
i just wanted to let you know how I
intentionally approached the piece.

regards, respect,
D