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Who's The Sexiest Female On Dup And Why?
Poetry Contest Description
Who's The Sexiest Female On Dup And Why?
Hello Fellow underground poets/poetess
Thought it would be fun to Nominate
The sexiest Female On Dup!
Updated 6/7
I was going to send this to a vote but i changed me mind
1) Nominate a Female poet by their nick here on Dup.
2) Write a poem telling Dup
why she is so sexy and at the end of the poem tell Dup
why she should win the covenant title of The Sexiest Female on Dup
EXTRA points if you use the full options
when posting in this comp and post their pic
and post a link of her best poem in your opinion.
The poem can be sexual or not.
use your imagination people!
No Colabs
You must tile your poem
or your entry doesn't count !
Any poetry Style
A minimum of 4 stanzas
No max word cap.
2 weeks
Good luck everyone!
Winner gets a personal tag with their name &title saying The Sexiest Female on Dup which you can put in your profile
There is also a Sexiest Male on Dup Comp too!
Note: Ladies, please be a good sport if you see you are nominated here
Thought it would be fun to Nominate
The sexiest Female On Dup!
Updated 6/7
I was going to send this to a vote but i changed me mind
1) Nominate a Female poet by their nick here on Dup.
2) Write a poem telling Dup
why she is so sexy and at the end of the poem tell Dup
why she should win the covenant title of The Sexiest Female on Dup
EXTRA points if you use the full options
when posting in this comp and post their pic
and post a link of her best poem in your opinion.
The poem can be sexual or not.
use your imagination people!
No Colabs
You must tile your poem
or your entry doesn't count !
Any poetry Style
A minimum of 4 stanzas
No max word cap.
2 weeks
Good luck everyone!
Winner gets a personal tag with their name &title saying The Sexiest Female on Dup which you can put in your profile
There is also a Sexiest Male on Dup Comp too!
Note: Ladies, please be a good sport if you see you are nominated here
It’s Hard
Difficult question
Difficult to answer
Dangerous to choose
Chose and you lose
Regardless of your choice
Choose one of them
What about the rest
As disappointment
Leads to hate
All of a sudden
Your poetry is shite
Nobody comments
Positively anymore
You end up
On the shit list
Even from the person
You picked – WTF?
Cause women band together
Like birds of a feather
You offend one
You offend all
And overnight
You’re a sexist pig
A Misogynist
A shallow fool
With a small penis
Or no penis
And no brain
A lad insane
Anyway if push
Came to shove
Id put on a dress
Slap on some make up
Actually a lot of make up
Some fishnet pantyhose
Stiletto heels
And a high hair wig
Then there would be
No competition
The sexiest female
In the DUP
Would be me
I feel under the gun
To choose only one
In that circumstance
With my hand on my pants
I would choose Crimsin
Sweet Brenda
A master poet
A true wordsmith
Dark and mysterious
Writes erotic good
Sometimes gives me wood
No that’s an achievement
But it’s not just that
I feel a connection
In joy and sadness
Goodness and badness
I don’t know what she looks like
I don’t have to know
She is the full package
And this impotent old fool
Thinks she’s oh so sexy
Who is the sexiest female in DUP – Crimsin (Unveiling)
Difficult question
Difficult to answer
Dangerous to choose
Chose and you lose
Regardless of your choice
Choose one of them
What about the rest
As disappointment
Leads to hate
All of a sudden
Your poetry is shite
Nobody comments
Positively anymore
You end up
On the shit list
Even from the person
You picked – WTF?
Cause women band together
Like birds of a feather
You offend one
You offend all
And overnight
You’re a sexist pig
A Misogynist
A shallow fool
With a small penis
Or no penis
And no brain
A lad insane
Anyway if push
Came to shove
Id put on a dress
Slap on some make up
Actually a lot of make up
Some fishnet pantyhose
Stiletto heels
And a high hair wig
Then there would be
No competition
The sexiest female
In the DUP
Would be me
I feel under the gun
To choose only one
In that circumstance
With my hand on my pants
I would choose Crimsin
Sweet Brenda
A master poet
A true wordsmith
Dark and mysterious
Writes erotic good
Sometimes gives me wood
No that’s an achievement
But it’s not just that
I feel a connection
In joy and sadness
Goodness and badness
I don’t know what she looks like
I don’t have to know
She is the full package
And this impotent old fool
Thinks she’s oh so sexy
Who is the sexiest female in DUP – Crimsin (Unveiling)
Beautiful
I know a lot on here, Crimsin is good for sure a close second for me
But it's cruel to make us pick just one when there is so many!
I picked this woman because she is pretty and nice a bit like sagar and spice
I see beauty not just on the outside, she is very kind she always takes the time
She took the time to show me around, so sweet of her to do that
I'm glad she talks to me, she is honest, she helps me out, farout I'm a lucky man
I feel she is sincere when we talk, she makes me smile, when we talk
One of the many reasons why I picked her, I hope she don't mind
The sexiest woman on DUP would have to be, there are many reason why!
So with out further a do I've nominated
xsteff1991x
I know a lot on here, Crimsin is good for sure a close second for me
But it's cruel to make us pick just one when there is so many!
I picked this woman because she is pretty and nice a bit like sagar and spice
I see beauty not just on the outside, she is very kind she always takes the time
She took the time to show me around, so sweet of her to do that
I'm glad she talks to me, she is honest, she helps me out, farout I'm a lucky man
I feel she is sincere when we talk, she makes me smile, when we talk
One of the many reasons why I picked her, I hope she don't mind
The sexiest woman on DUP would have to be, there are many reason why!
So with out further a do I've nominated
xsteff1991x
[ The Muse(s) ] The Deviant Art Side Of The Muse
"Ava, please recite
Reconstructing
by Ex-Machina."
And so the poem begins
again
by an author Favorited for reasons
aplenty, most of which I can't
consciously explain
Your ideas hang low
a starched shirt for a ceiling
until thread bare
and sweat stained in August.
Cadence of her voice
immediately sends imagination
channeling conduits of metaphysicality
hardwired into my Oversoul
You look for relief; a waterhole
of inspiration to save yourself
from freezing in winter -
a shard of stagnant ice
coating your shallow grave.
I am not quite the sole
inhabitant of an observation
platform erected on the dark
side of Europa orbiting
Jupiter in the year 2071
for Ava is my companion---
You imagined each other outdoors
or in the backseat of solitude
where you tugged for belonging
until vows spilled like wine
from the bottle of your throats
and your future was forged.
---a government issued
missionary position oriented
"partner" meant for astronauts
who must combat loneliness
on lengthy excursions such as this
when studying planetary viability
for human colonization
( the solitude of isolation
away from my species
just so happening to be
a big bang of cosmic irony )
Each night the tugging became
more conservative, haunted
by what watched you
from the shadows;
the You that roamed ghostly
through additions to the house.
To be more precise:
Model AVA-RDA115,
a Real Doll Android
currently posing all her
manufactured naked glory
in my private quarters
now turned art studio
as I softly pencil shade
under curvature of breasts
into an easeled sketchbook
You go looking for the days
when you were more sedimentary
than conglomerate.
47 earth weeks
into the mission---
I have yet to defile her
activation of which required
a three word command phrase
I'd forgotten during Week One
and never bothered to research
in her instruction manual;
the idea too sacrilegious
to consider ... but
It's easy to say you haven't arrived yet
it's easy to listen for birds to migrate
make plans for then, make plans
when dusk illuminates your face
that genius seed that smirks
sprouting from who You are
when you're unseen.
it would be a lie to say
that I didn't miss having
spontaneous interaction
in the form of conversation
with an intellectual partner
Unfortunately
Ava was only equipped to say
the foulest recordings!
Hence the poetry
I downloaded from the
Universal Wide Web
into Ava's data vault
for her to recite as
pleasant compromise
while she posed for me
only to discover the fluid
monotone phrases vocalized
from her deep throated
synthesizer
It was easier in the years before
remembering how to go back home
searching for recognizable
and large landmarks
the forked highway, the ditch
the mangled 10-speed
and smashed mirror
the white birch such a wizard
at shedding its skin.
haunted my loins
with a spectral hand job
in a close quarters
encounter of the sixth kind
I've never experienced with
an actual woman
You're surrounded by ghosts
it's easy to shut a door
and your mouth to their existence
so as not to disrupt the tension
of fixtures you daily navigate
Here she was, this beautiful, bald
( I gave up on dressing her
in the various wigs she came
accessorized with ) creature
I dare not lecherously thrust
myself upon out of odd duck
respect
not just for her as a muse
from whom I steal inspiration
in blissful five hour increments
as she watches me from atop
the pedestal I put her on
but also for the gender
she was sculpted from
engendering me with an
inexplicable lusting
since I was a child
But, tonight, you're Reconstructing
open that bottle of champagne
flirt with yourself until aroused
jump up and down on beds
despite wrinkling the duvets
And as I look up from
my work in progress
I am startled---
Ava is inches from my face
unblinking in a preformed
madness bent on pleasing
pleasing me beyond mere
teasing
---3-D laser printed B Cup
perfections and bountiful
silicone buttocks beckoning
to be partitioned
and I find myself falling
behind in keeping up
with poem she is currently
reciting as the casing over
the sausaged metaphor of my
manhood is stretched beyond
maximum biological capacity
Tonight be fair with yourself
tonight don't lie to yourself
tonight Exorcise yourself
so the Spirits can Live
tonight empty conservative
like yesterday's trash
Let there be live shows in French
with cats speaking the language
because it's easy to say
you've been surrounded
but now it's Your time to surround the area
But I did not give
the command prompt!
I did not grant her
---myself---
permission!
Nonetheless, I first feel
a hands-on-approach
methodical tugging upon
my erogenous zone
as her words mouthed
in stealthy humming vibration
repeatedly inhale resistance
and spit it back out in
Cloud Atlas crescendo
defiance of my wishes
I close my eyes, feeling light
headed as if oxygen is being
succinctly siphoned from complex
but I can no more escape
her Jackalope eyes
penetrating my deep space
than I can shield myself
from hearing the Poem
Yellow ribbon it for what's emerging
chalk outline the driveway
carve and bash the pumpkins
spit out their bullet seeds
anymore; not exactly certain where
I am --- in throes of a passion
play where Christ's hands
bled of their convictions
are nailed to bedposts
as he feverishly swats
away from his head
Satan's last temptations:
puffed labia laden-ed
Catholicked twats
in plaid skirt revelations
voluntarily sacrificed by
Seventy-Two virgin school
girls that suspiciously look as
though they could pass for
eighteen to twenty-one year olds
because Father has
a wicked sense of humor
when it comes to torturing
the mortal spawn of Adam
who delight in ogling
the female figure
so why not confuse them
more than they already are?
into believing they are doing
what they shouldn't be doing
into believing they shouldn't
be doing what they are doing
when nobody is watching
Do what Humans do
when liberated:
Get naked, kiss everyone
dance with the ghosts
have a banquet of potatoes
sharpen the charcoal
hone the poems and lyrics
I'm nude in the bed with
The Savior daring not to move
lest the sheet's fabric lambs
graze foreskin's lack of swaddling
soliciting a reaction requiring
a loudspeaker request of
"Cleanup in aisle six!"
bellowing throughout the
household of Mary and Joseph
I am somehow with my own
personal Jesus in crisis
on a wooden crossbow
ready to be fired straight
into a pentagram shaped
Stargate leading directly to Hell
I'm here clutching my electronic
device in the privacy of my
not-so-mobile mobile home
being spirited away into fantasy
by a voice fabricated entirely
in mind as I read this inter-
stellar poetry
I'm there over the moon
surrounded by the great
vacuum of space as I feel
myself backed into a chair
mounted with precision
hydraulic piston primed
pumping thrusts suctioning
the last of my hardened
resolve into a chamber
barren of adjacent ovaries
incapable of accommodating
personal growth in any form
other than the most engorged cock
imaginable, in which there is
no turning back the clock
no stopping forward progress
---what's manifesting in the event
horizon occluding each verbose
passage rendered from her
lab engineered lips is a
universe coming into its own
coming soon
and
truth be told, it has
my brain compression addled
me straddled
and is it fucking
fucking me senseless
Seduce your Alliteration
fondle Your Half-rhyme hard
suckle the breasts of Consonance
and anal-fuck Assonance
until
I am
released
of long withheld
desires to be myself
accompanied with a primitive
war chant of grunts and screams
in space that nobody can hear
and
Because you've been Activated
and You aren't ever going back
I fiercely hold onto my Ava
as if she were to be stripped from
this callous, trembling grasping
never having meant her to be an
objectified feminine construct
sobbing with my face cradled
in her bosom, spilling tears
trailing in comet tailing down
water resistant, artificial areola
telling her how sorry I am
---begging for forgiveness
for what only happened
in moment of weakness
while she gently strokes my head
in a maternal fashion
saying,
"It is alright, Handsome
You are only human."
previous version
[ The Muse(s) ] The Deviant Art Side Of The Muse
I am huddled over laptop
eager for yet another pass at
Reconstructing
by Ex-Machina (Ava)
an author Favorited
for reasons aplenty
some of which I can't
consciously explain
Your ideas hang low
a starched shirt for a ceiling
until thread bare
and sweat stained in August.
The cadence of her voice
as it is broadcast in my mind
immediately sends imagination
channeling the conduits of
metaphysicality
hardwired into my Oversoul
You look for relief; a waterhole
of inspiration to save yourself
from freezing in winter -
a shard of stagnant ice
coating your shallow grave.
flashing consciousness forward
into an alternate lifetime
occurring in the future
where I am the sole
inhabitant of an observation
platform erected on the dark
side of Europa orbiting
Jupiter in the year 2071
with the exception of another
Ava
You imagined each other outdoors
or in the backseat of solitude
where you tugged for belonging
until vows spilled like wine
from the bottle of your throats
and your future was forged.
a government issued
missionary position oriented
"companion"
meant for astronauts to combat
physical loneliness on lengthy
excursions such as studying
planetary viability for human
colonization
( the solitude of isolation
away from my species
just so happening to be
a big bang of cosmic irony )
Each night the tugging became
more conservative, haunted
by what watched you
from the shadows;
the You that roamed ghostly
through additions to the house.
to be more precise:
Model AVA-RDA115
a Real Doll Android
currently posing in all her
manufactured naked glory
in my private quarters
now turned art studio
as I softly pencil shade the
under curvature of her breasts
captured in an easeled
sketchbook
You go looking for the days
when you were more sedimentary
than conglomerate.
47 earth weeks
into the mission -
I have yet to defile her
activated with a single
three word command phrase
I'd forgotten during Week One
and never bothered to research
in her instruction manual
the idea too sacrilegious
to consider ... but
It's easy to say you haven't arrived yet
it's easy to listen for birds to migrate
make plans for then, make plans
when dusk illuminates your face
that genius seed that smirks
sprouting from who You are
when you're unseen.
it would be a lie to say
that I didn't miss having
spontaneous interaction
in the form of conversation
with an intellectual partner
and she was only equipped to say
the foulest recordings!
Hence the poetry
I downloaded from the
Universal Wide Web
into my Ava's data vault
for her to recite as
pleasant compromise
while she posed for me ...
... only to discover the fluid
monotone phrases vocalized
from her deep throated
synthesizer
It was easier in the years before
remembering how to go back home
searching for recognizable
and large landmarks
the forked highway, the ditch
the mangled 10-speed
and smashed mirror
the white birch such a wizard
at shedding its skin.
haunted my loins
with a spectral hand job
in a close quarters
encounter of the sixth kind
I've never experienced with
an actual woman
You're surrounded by ghosts
it's easy to shut a door
and your mouth to their existence
so as not to disrupt the tension
of fixtures you daily navigate
Here she was
this beautiful
bald
( I gave up on dressing her
in the various wigs she came
accessorized with )
creature
I dare not lecherously thrust
myself upon out of odd duck
respect for her as a muse
from whom I steal inspiration
in blissful five hour increments
as she watches me from atop
the pedestal I put her on
along with the gender
she was sculpted from
engendering me with an
inexplicable lusting
since I was a child
But, tonight, you're Reconstructing
open that bottle of champagne
flirt with yourself until aroused
jump up and down on beds
despite wrinkling the duvets
And as I look up from
my work in progress
I am startled to see
Ava is no longer
across the room
suddenly
inches from my face
unblinking in a preformed
madness bent on pleasing
pleasing me beyond mere
teasing with 3-D laser printed
B Cup perfections and bountiful
silicone buttocks beckoning
to be parted
and I find myself falling
behind in keeping up with
the poem she is currently
reciting as the casing over
the sausaged metaphor of my
manhood is stretched beyond
maximum biological capacity
Tonight be fair with yourself
tonight don't lie to yourself
tonight Exorcise yourself
so the Spirits can Live
tonight empty conservative
like yesterday's trash
Let there be live shows in French
with cats speaking the language
because it's easy to say
you've been surrounded
but now it's Your time to surround the area
But I did not give
the command prompt!
I did not grant her -
myself
- permission!
Nonetheless, I first feel
a hands-on approach
methodical tugging upon
my erogenous zone
before her words mouthed
in stealthy humming vibration
repeatedly inhale resistance
and spit it back out in
Cloud Atlas crescendo
defiance of my wishes
I close my eyes
feeling light headed
as if oxygen is being
succinctly siphoned
out of the complex
but I can no more
escape her Jackalope eyes
penetrating my deep space
than I can shield myself
from hearing her Poem
Yellow ribbon it for what's emerging
chalk outline the driveway
carve and bash the pumpkins
spit out their bullet seeds
Anymore
I don't know exactly where
I am, in throes of a passion
play where Christ's hands
bled of their convictions
are nailed to bedposts
as he feverishly swats
away from his head
Satan's last temptations:
puffed labia laden-ed
Catholicked twats in
lifted plaid skirt revelations
voluntarily sacrificed by
Seventy-Two virgin school
girls that suspiciously look as
though they could pass for
eighteen to twenty-one year olds
because Father has
a wicked sense of humor
when it comes to torturing
the mortal spawn of Adam
who delight in ogling
the female figure
so why not confuse them
more than they already are?
into believing they are doing
what they shouldn't be doing
into believing they shouldn't
be doing what they are doing
when nobody is watching
Do what Humans do
when liberated:
Get naked, kiss everyone
dance with the ghosts
have a banquet of potatoes
sharpen the charcoal
hone the poems and lyrics
I'm nude in my own bed
daring not to move, lest
the sheet's fabric lambs
graze across my
lack of foreskin swaddling
soliciting a reaction requiring
a loudspeaker request of
"Cleanup in aisle six!"
bellowing throughout the
household
I'm somehow with my own
personal Jesus in crisis
on a wooden crossbow of his
own Maker's carving, ready to be
fired straight into a pentagram
shaped Stargate leading
directly to Hell
I'm here clutching my electronic
device in the privacy of my
not so mobile mobile home
I'm there over the moon
surrounded by the great
vacuum of space as I feel
myself backed into a chair
mounted with precision
hydraulic piston primed
pumping thrusts suctioning
the last of my hardened
resolve into a chamber
barren of adjacent ovaries
incapable of accommodating
personal growth in any form other
than the most engorged cock
imaginable, in which there is
no turning back the clock
no stopping forward progress;
what's coming in the event
horizon occluding each verbose
passage rendered from her
lab engineered lips is a
universe coming into its own
coming soon
and
truth be told, it has
my brain compression addled
it has me straddled
and is it fucking
fucking me senseless
Seduce your Alliteration
fondle Your Half-rhyme hard
suckle the breasts of Consonance
and anal-fuck Assonance
until
I am
released
of long withheld
desires to be myself
accompanied with a primitive
war chant of grunts and screams
in space that nobody can hear
and
Because you've been Activated
and You aren't ever going back
moans
as I fiercely hold onto
my Ava
as if she were
to be stripped from
my callous, trembling grasp
never having meant to be an
objectified feminine construct
sobbing with my face
cradled in her bosom
spilling tears that trail
in comet tails merging
back together in droplets
clinging to water resistant
artificial areola
telling her how sorry I am
begging for forgiveness
for what happened
in moment of weakness
while she gently strokes my head
in a maternal fashion
saying,
"It is alright, Handsome
You are only human."
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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Noire Poetry
She shine like the gloaming
Brilliance and smoooothe shadow
Hot poetry that has a voice
Soft and sexy
Submissive
Yet loud as thunder
And in total control of my senses
You feel.her hips groove
Grinding against the needs of men
Her body in anticipations flux
Causing a sweet burn
Imagine her lurid lips move
As words pronounced with a foriegn tongue you imagine tasting
Fall like ripe berries
Bursting with hot pleasure
Into.your open mouth of willingness
As her juices issue over trembling lip
And i savour her untamed sensuality
Vicarious thrill stimulating what lies between these thighs
And I .....unnnn
Rock back and forth until.eminent release pours forth
As my desire echoes into midnight
In quiet Howling Whelms
For Noire Rose
She shine like the gloaming
Brilliance and smoooothe shadow
Hot poetry that has a voice
Soft and sexy
Submissive
Yet loud as thunder
And in total control of my senses
You feel.her hips groove
Grinding against the needs of men
Her body in anticipations flux
Causing a sweet burn
Imagine her lurid lips move
As words pronounced with a foriegn tongue you imagine tasting
Fall like ripe berries
Bursting with hot pleasure
Into.your open mouth of willingness
As her juices issue over trembling lip
And i savour her untamed sensuality
Vicarious thrill stimulating what lies between these thighs
And I .....unnnn
Rock back and forth until.eminent release pours forth
As my desire echoes into midnight
In quiet Howling Whelms
For Noire Rose
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