Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd February 2013 6:10pm
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNER-UP:
Magdalena
Shag the ones you Love, Love the ones you Shag
Anonymous
Kou_Indigo said:-<{(Wanton Love)}>-
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of, who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of every bliss, as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion, that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
Oh my! This is hot, passionate, steamy stuff. How exactly is it you have NOT found the right person yet? Any guy... or girl... in their right mind would be crazy not to fall for you, Mother Jessica. I wish I could express myself like you do!
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of, who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of every bliss, as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion, that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
Oh my! This is hot, passionate, steamy stuff. How exactly is it you have NOT found the right person yet? Any guy... or girl... in their right mind would be crazy not to fall for you, Mother Jessica. I wish I could express myself like you do!
Edit: deleted poem
Ehh, a little dabble
turned into a reworking
which turned into a rabbit hole
that i am not up to mapping out yet.
Love the comp maggie, and this has become an excellent challenge for me.
Consider this a place saver..i will def be back
Ehh, a little dabble
turned into a reworking
which turned into a rabbit hole
that i am not up to mapping out yet.
Love the comp maggie, and this has become an excellent challenge for me.
Consider this a place saver..i will def be back
lightbaron said:Edit: deleted poem
Ehh, a little dabble
turned into a reworking
which turned into a rabbit hole
that i am not up to mapping out yet.
Love the comp maggie, and this has become an excellent challenge for me.
Consider this a place saver..i will def be back
Ha! Making you work for it am I ?
I will most certainly save you a place Lb
Ehh, a little dabble
turned into a reworking
which turned into a rabbit hole
that i am not up to mapping out yet.
Love the comp maggie, and this has become an excellent challenge for me.
Consider this a place saver..i will def be back
Ha! Making you work for it am I ?
I will most certainly save you a place Lb
The Passion and Romance
Sometimes I reveal too much.
My mind tends to race when
it should learn to be steady
and pace itself, To find peace
one must first relax in the eye
of the storm of it's own making,
and not follow blindly, Only to
be swept away with no rescue in
sight.
I see what you see.
confusion and frustration reign
supreme, But monarchs will fade
away and get consigned to history,
This is where we make our stance
to build humble foundations, And
make our own piece of history, In
time, To find our place called home.
We may fall.
Sometimes it feels as if the
whole of creation is marching
against us, Plans within drawn
up time and time again, Only
to be screwed up and rewritten,
Each time we become stronger.
I want it to be soo right, To
sweep you off your feet, To carry
you off into the sunset, This is
the stuff of our sleeping and
awakening, Dreams that could evolve
into our worst nightmares if left
to get carried away in the moment.
We dont need to win,
We need to finish hand in hand.
Within your eyes.
I see the romance and the passion.
The fire and the ice combined.
The heated passion to the cooling
romantic embrace like loves first
blossoming in fields we have yet
to walk.
To someone in control.
To someone who's unsure of their
footing, Afraid to let go incase the
drop be too deep.
To someone who's afraid they will
fall alone.
These and more I see within you,
For they are mirrored within me.
I have already fallen within my minds eye.
Here I will lay and find some peace,
as I look into yours.
Sometimes I reveal too much.
My mind tends to race when
it should learn to be steady
and pace itself, To find peace
one must first relax in the eye
of the storm of it's own making,
and not follow blindly, Only to
be swept away with no rescue in
sight.
I see what you see.
confusion and frustration reign
supreme, But monarchs will fade
away and get consigned to history,
This is where we make our stance
to build humble foundations, And
make our own piece of history, In
time, To find our place called home.
We may fall.
Sometimes it feels as if the
whole of creation is marching
against us, Plans within drawn
up time and time again, Only
to be screwed up and rewritten,
Each time we become stronger.
I want it to be soo right, To
sweep you off your feet, To carry
you off into the sunset, This is
the stuff of our sleeping and
awakening, Dreams that could evolve
into our worst nightmares if left
to get carried away in the moment.
We dont need to win,
We need to finish hand in hand.
Within your eyes.
I see the romance and the passion.
The fire and the ice combined.
The heated passion to the cooling
romantic embrace like loves first
blossoming in fields we have yet
to walk.
To someone in control.
To someone who's unsure of their
footing, Afraid to let go incase the
drop be too deep.
To someone who's afraid they will
fall alone.
These and more I see within you,
For they are mirrored within me.
I have already fallen within my minds eye.
Here I will lay and find some peace,
as I look into yours.
Anonymous
EXPOSE YOUR POETRY TO ME
Dear Poet
Expose your poetry to me
For I have seen your lines
Read between them
Knew that you wrote them
So I could feel your passion
But I am greedy reader
And want more than a few lines
I want the poet and his poetry
I think you can read my mind
So let us collaborate on a poem
Just you and me
In my place or yours
However comfortable it needs to be!
Dear Poet
Expose your poetry to me
For I have seen your lines
Read between them
Knew that you wrote them
So I could feel your passion
But I am greedy reader
And want more than a few lines
I want the poet and his poetry
I think you can read my mind
So let us collaborate on a poem
Just you and me
In my place or yours
However comfortable it needs to be!
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Burning Coals
Like the soot
of a kettle
lonely and dark
is my life
in the cold
black coal box.
But torch me
set me on fire
be hypnotized
by my fiery glow
then you’ll know
that I sizzle and burn
solely to keep you warm.
© Carlene Grimshaw 2013
February 13, 2013
Like the soot
of a kettle
lonely and dark
is my life
in the cold
black coal box.
But torch me
set me on fire
be hypnotized
by my fiery glow
then you’ll know
that I sizzle and burn
solely to keep you warm.
© Carlene Grimshaw 2013
February 13, 2013
lightbaron said:Edit: deleted poem
Ehh, a little dabble
turned into a reworking
which turned into a rabbit hole
that i am not up to mapping out yet.
Love the comp maggie, and this has become an excellent challenge for me.
Consider this a place saver..i will def be back
LB
You got until tomorrow
You owe me one Buster 
Ehh, a little dabble
turned into a reworking
which turned into a rabbit hole
that i am not up to mapping out yet.
Love the comp maggie, and this has become an excellent challenge for me.
Consider this a place saver..i will def be back
LB
You got until tomorrow
You owe me one Buster 
I shagged my neighbor without letting the horn blow,
gave her the business as she headed straight for the floor
snow white features, a pole dancer's demeanor though,
before I knew it she was kneeling begging for more standing
by the bathroom door in her Christian Dior.
A dilemma arose, she loved that night so much that that she began
to adore my soul. What was I to do but to hammer down the nail to the floor
everytime I saw her groomed fro. I can't take this anymore I'm bound by
temptation, did I forget to mention that she's married to a criminal drug lord
from San Queintin? What's the worst that can happen to a fool bleeding in love?
I see puddles everwhere but I don't care I'm swimming in hugs.
The L word beginning to surface like sex scandals in the capital,
oh child what have you done to your happy marriage? I'm an accomplice
to a betrayal, failure to my principles yet I feel like heaven when I stand next to you.
Why all the complication when I'm ready for the next step nothing can stop me
from loving you, not even his tec. You say I have you head over heels and nothing
will stop you for loving my sense of thrill, but to be real I'm more than just last night's toy,
the way you hit the highest of notes will make Celine Dion jealous but that's the reason
I stay even though I keep telling myself that I want more, in all reality I only truly love
your nympho traits. How much longer will this last? As long as we don't regret the past.
gave her the business as she headed straight for the floor
snow white features, a pole dancer's demeanor though,
before I knew it she was kneeling begging for more standing
by the bathroom door in her Christian Dior.
A dilemma arose, she loved that night so much that that she began
to adore my soul. What was I to do but to hammer down the nail to the floor
everytime I saw her groomed fro. I can't take this anymore I'm bound by
temptation, did I forget to mention that she's married to a criminal drug lord
from San Queintin? What's the worst that can happen to a fool bleeding in love?
I see puddles everwhere but I don't care I'm swimming in hugs.
The L word beginning to surface like sex scandals in the capital,
oh child what have you done to your happy marriage? I'm an accomplice
to a betrayal, failure to my principles yet I feel like heaven when I stand next to you.
Why all the complication when I'm ready for the next step nothing can stop me
from loving you, not even his tec. You say I have you head over heels and nothing
will stop you for loving my sense of thrill, but to be real I'm more than just last night's toy,
the way you hit the highest of notes will make Celine Dion jealous but that's the reason
I stay even though I keep telling myself that I want more, in all reality I only truly love
your nympho traits. How much longer will this last? As long as we don't regret the past.
THE SUPER CHEF OF LOVE SPECIAL TREAT
We need raw feelings and fresh thoughts
Potential brains and mindful hearts before we put the sauce
Before we cook we also need a dozen of romance that will be a lot
Plus a dessert of lust which must be pure whatever the cost.
First peel the fresh feelings slowly first
Ensure each emotion is removed like quenching your thirst
Then take the brain carefully and mix it with loving heart
Add the feeling into the mixture you will get a product called SENSE after that.
Light the fire of deepest affection
Put SENSE into the pan of care and fry in each section
Add spices of lust but don’t exceed in that situation
Ensure as the heat of affection is burning, Do a thorough inspection.
Take care of the wind as it may turn off the lights
Don’t exceed the salt of affection as it will never be nice
Sugar is sweet but in this case put it behind
Just be confident and cook well and by now you can witness a smile.
Serve the delicious food in a plate of two
Love is now ready, add the lest s[ice which smells cute
Put the perfume and ensure you eat it while beautiful
Trust me this love is good and definitely appetizing food.
We need raw feelings and fresh thoughts
Potential brains and mindful hearts before we put the sauce
Before we cook we also need a dozen of romance that will be a lot
Plus a dessert of lust which must be pure whatever the cost.
First peel the fresh feelings slowly first
Ensure each emotion is removed like quenching your thirst
Then take the brain carefully and mix it with loving heart
Add the feeling into the mixture you will get a product called SENSE after that.
Light the fire of deepest affection
Put SENSE into the pan of care and fry in each section
Add spices of lust but don’t exceed in that situation
Ensure as the heat of affection is burning, Do a thorough inspection.
Take care of the wind as it may turn off the lights
Don’t exceed the salt of affection as it will never be nice
Sugar is sweet but in this case put it behind
Just be confident and cook well and by now you can witness a smile.
Serve the delicious food in a plate of two
Love is now ready, add the lest s[ice which smells cute
Put the perfume and ensure you eat it while beautiful
Trust me this love is good and definitely appetizing food.
Ok....
Here is my decision. After reading such fine entries, I have decided on two winners. Both pieces are wonderful examples of the rules that were set. The winners are...
Burning Coals - In2uitiv
Untitled piece - Mr. A
But I have one honorable mention. She showed great bravery in my opinion, stepping away from her tried, and true form showing me another side to her poetry. "If you fear to fail, you do not further down this road" You, my Dear did not fail. My honorable mention is ...
Thunderous Light - Magdalena
Everyone did a great job here, and it is much appreciated. Thank you
Now I have to figure out where I go to get those damn trophy thingies ! lol
Here is my decision. After reading such fine entries, I have decided on two winners. Both pieces are wonderful examples of the rules that were set. The winners are...
Burning Coals - In2uitiv
Untitled piece - Mr. A
But I have one honorable mention. She showed great bravery in my opinion, stepping away from her tried, and true form showing me another side to her poetry. "If you fear to fail, you do not further down this road" You, my Dear did not fail.
My honorable mention is ... Thunderous Light - Magdalena
Everyone did a great job here, and it is much appreciated. Thank you
Now I have to figure out where I go to get those damn trophy thingies ! lol
MaggieG said:
But I have one honorable mention. She showed great bravery in my opinion, stepping away from her tried, and true form showing me another side to her poetry. "If you fear to fail, you do not further down this road" You, my Dear did not fail. My honorable mention is ...
Thunderous Light - Magdalena
Thank you very much Maggie
But I have one honorable mention. She showed great bravery in my opinion, stepping away from her tried, and true form showing me another side to her poetry. "If you fear to fail, you do not further down this road" You, my Dear did not fail.
My honorable mention is ... Thunderous Light - Magdalena
Thank you very much Maggie
