Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd December 2015 1:20am
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Grace (IDryad)
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gazellemon
Bradley J
Fire of Insight
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Poetry Contest

Pay homage to your favorite material possession.
One write per user.


calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

I want my T.V.

I'm hot for my 📺 T.V. Mike..$
(That'd be his name if he ever became a real boy.)
Mike makes a very smart chick outta me!
Did you know Hitler was a time traveller?
And that Maude is also a manic depressive?
Mike made sure i knew.
I was so lost that night, alone and my mind was racing..
Was 3 am.
Then Mike sputtered loud..(he sputters, he is getting oldet...like Harrison Ford..a real silver haired fox.)
And I see Maude goin nuts in front of Walter and Arther.
I say "Mike, you mean I'm not alone? Not crazy?"
"Thank you!" and jumped outta bed and gave Mike a big ol' smooooch! 💋
I start to rub on him a lil..
Mike shocked me!
He thinks a May December-appliance human romance is a bad idea.
I have had very loving, hot relationships with appliances before..
He's gonna weaken...
I just keep him in my bedroom and keep wear short nighties a lot.
He will weaken..
For now, we are alone, Mike is showing me conspiracy theories.
"More Hitler Miiiike?" (I like teasin him, he loves it.)
He is tryin very hard not to notice Im naked, then he sputters a lil...teehee!
That Mike...
I knew it!
Oh yes, my T.V. pleasures me.

poet Anonymous

http://media2.whosaystatic.com/342378/342378_400x400wc.jpg

.jackie.

the first time I saw you
was in a 2nd hand store in '91
for 65 cents
in a World Full of Married Men
it was then
how I longed to be
one of your fictitious heroines ~
someone you could
glamorize
if "once upon"

but in your world
there was hardly ever any "happily ever after's"

but after reading
chapter after chapter
you managed to capture
my own dark fantasies,
and sometimes it wasn't easy
closing those books
on what "could've been"

Yes, the World Is Full of Sinners
an occasional Bitch and even a Rock Star
but none of them
will ever measure
to the fabulous superstar you once were
and still are

R.I.P Miss Jackie
and keep on writing,
'cause even Heaven needs
a bit of
raunchy drama.



(poetess's note:  I actually own this book but the image was to large to add so I had to borrow image. . .sucks)

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Oh fuck Dev! Me too! But i have 2 copies, both great..if you want one its
Seriously yours. Love it!

poet Anonymous

calamitygin said:Oh fuck Dev! Me too! But i have 2 copies, both great..if you want one its
Seriously yours. Love it!



Miss Gin. . .I thank you for the sweet offer. . .But I do have a copy; it's just I couldn't upload the pic I took of it because it was to large. . .Oh well. . .


Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16073

Companion


Companion  of lonely nights
there always when I reach over
smooth in my hand
flickers against the darkened room

Samsung Tab 10.1
where all my books are stored
where photographs of beloved
stare back at me in many poses

the tab witness to my laughter and tears
It comes with me in my many trips
with it I play games
and write my fantasies

In my loneliness it is with me
quietly faithfully accompanying me
never questioning
and never judging.

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 9th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 5134

White Stains

The quiet speak in the air about the day, not
thinking ahead or of any of their names,

drifting on the bed of our spunk from white stains,
coveted for the truth of us.

An hour or two spent wiling away your disdain
when between our bouts of blissful claims

upon the bed of our spunk from white stains,
coveted for the wells that dip from our weight.

It is I who turns to reach out, not for you,
but to smoothly stroke the mattress of our

spunk from white stains, coveted for its evidence
as your head rolls to one side to meet my gaze.

The afternoon passing overhead and through the
room with it's shadows stretched between ours

and this bed of our spunk from white stains,
coveted for the secrets stored within.

Bodies shift while night changes course, keeping
time bound in chains to this bed of spunk from

white stains, coveted for how we loved, that we loved
by the heat of the moon, and the cold of the sun.

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16073

gazellemon , thank you for the trophy, I am honoured and humbled.:)

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