Submissions by BluesGal73
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Lover of absurdist, erotic, and blues poetry. Also 60s countercultural rebellious prose and poetry. I believe in the power of laughter.
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jun 2013 1:37am
6th Jun 2013 1:37am
Munch Munch
Some men (and women) like to lick thick thatches.
Some like it neatly trimmed.
I'm a man
who takes good care
when he dives right in.
I am a vagina munching machine.
I make women moan and cream.
But there's one thing I need
before I start eating with greed.
I need a pussy that's bare.
Please, no hair down there!
Some like it neatly trimmed.
I'm a man
who takes good care
when he dives right in.
I am a vagina munching machine.
I make women moan and cream.
But there's one thing I need
before I start eating with greed.
I need a pussy that's bare.
Please, no hair down there!
980 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 9:53pm
4th Jun 2013 9:53pm
Jerk
You sit in that chair.
You act like you care.
But you don't care.
And I'll now never share.
You reduced me to tears.
Made me feel shame.
I wonder here, who is really to blame?
You don't know what's going on.
And now I'll never tell you.
What good would it do?
You care more about others
instead of your staff.
That,I think, is a disturbing fact.
So stop this "concerned boss" crap
and making me feel small.
When you don't have a goddamn clue
or know me at all.
You act like you care.
But you don't care.
And I'll now never share.
You reduced me to tears.
Made me feel shame.
I wonder here, who is really to blame?
You don't know what's going on.
And now I'll never tell you.
What good would it do?
You care more about others
instead of your staff.
That,I think, is a disturbing fact.
So stop this "concerned boss" crap
and making me feel small.
When you don't have a goddamn clue
or know me at all.
772 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 9:47pm
4th Jun 2013 9:47pm
My Life Is Like A Country Song
My Life is like a country song.
My boyfriend has a small ding dong.
My goldfish died, so did my dog.
I hate "Mr. Needlecock" but love my hog.
I got sick off stale Moon Pies & Moonshine
and my bed sheets smell like pissy turpentine with a bouquet of dead porcupine.
My Aunt Bertha is really my nephew, Ronnie-Bob.
He goes to the proctologist looking for love and a "lube job."
My first cousins got married.......to each other.
"Tweezer Meat," I just want to sit on his face and smother.
Brother Lou is constipated and needs to...
My boyfriend has a small ding dong.
My goldfish died, so did my dog.
I hate "Mr. Needlecock" but love my hog.
I got sick off stale Moon Pies & Moonshine
and my bed sheets smell like pissy turpentine with a bouquet of dead porcupine.
My Aunt Bertha is really my nephew, Ronnie-Bob.
He goes to the proctologist looking for love and a "lube job."
My first cousins got married.......to each other.
"Tweezer Meat," I just want to sit on his face and smother.
Brother Lou is constipated and needs to...
638 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 12:08pm
4th Jun 2013 12:08pm
Hungry
I dream of you.....
with your eyes
so blue....
Your hair,
wavy and long.
And it won't be
long until
I come on strong
and finally make
you mine.
Your hippie heart,
your tender soul,
is everything I need.
So come to me,
my virgin boy,
my hippie love,
on your body and blood
I will feed.
with your eyes
so blue....
Your hair,
wavy and long.
And it won't be
long until
I come on strong
and finally make
you mine.
Your hippie heart,
your tender soul,
is everything I need.
So come to me,
my virgin boy,
my hippie love,
on your body and blood
I will feed.
718 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2013 11:57am
4th Jun 2013 11:57am
My Little Hippie Squirt
I fucked a dude at Woodstock.
I thought he was so cool.
I fucked him hard.
I fucked him loud,
til the poor thing
started to drool.
I yanked his hair.
I slapped his face.
We were rolling in the grass.
I tickled his tummy,
sucked his dick,
and even spanked his ass.
While Janis sang
and Gracie crooned,
I rode that fucker
til he swooned.
But all in all,
I didn't have quite a ball
because the dirty little
hippie came too soon.
I thought he was so cool.
I fucked him hard.
I fucked him loud,
til the poor thing
started to drool.
I yanked his hair.
I slapped his face.
We were rolling in the grass.
I tickled his tummy,
sucked his dick,
and even spanked his ass.
While Janis sang
and Gracie crooned,
I rode that fucker
til he swooned.
But all in all,
I didn't have quite a ball
because the dirty little
hippie came too soon.
858 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
1st Jun 2013 11:11pm
1st Jun 2013 11:11pm
Hoochie Coochie Mama
I'm a hoochie coochie mama.
Come little daddy, give me a kiss.
Oh, yeah, I'm a hoochie coochie mama.
Come here boy, give me your lips.
I'm lookin for some lovin,
so put those hands upon my tits.
Feast upon these pearly tips.
Yeah, feast upon these pearly tips.
I'm gonna rock & roll you,
Make you feel so good.
I'm gonna rock and roll you, baby,
and make you feel so good.
I'll throw you to the ground
and love you til the sun goes down.
I'm the hoochie coochie mama,
Hot & ready all the time.
Yeah, this hoochie...
Come little daddy, give me a kiss.
Oh, yeah, I'm a hoochie coochie mama.
Come here boy, give me your lips.
I'm lookin for some lovin,
so put those hands upon my tits.
Feast upon these pearly tips.
Yeah, feast upon these pearly tips.
I'm gonna rock & roll you,
Make you feel so good.
I'm gonna rock and roll you, baby,
and make you feel so good.
I'll throw you to the ground
and love you til the sun goes down.
I'm the hoochie coochie mama,
Hot & ready all the time.
Yeah, this hoochie...
833 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 10:58pm
1st Jun 2013 10:58pm
Surprise!
I was propped up at the bar nursing my beer
when a beefcake came upon me, wearing a sneer.
He gave me the once over, lust in his eyes.
Then he not-so-politely put his hands
upon my thigh.
" You're looking pretty sweet, lady," he boasted. " I love the long read hair. Let me buy you another beer, perhaps two, if you don't really care."
" No, I don't mind, Studball," I purred. " I really don't mind at all. And maybe after all the fun we have here, we can go to my place and ball."
Well, his sneer got bigger
and...
when a beefcake came upon me, wearing a sneer.
He gave me the once over, lust in his eyes.
Then he not-so-politely put his hands
upon my thigh.
" You're looking pretty sweet, lady," he boasted. " I love the long read hair. Let me buy you another beer, perhaps two, if you don't really care."
" No, I don't mind, Studball," I purred. " I really don't mind at all. And maybe after all the fun we have here, we can go to my place and ball."
Well, his sneer got bigger
and...
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2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st May 2013 9:32pm
31st May 2013 9:32pm
Don't
DON'T slap me.
DON'T punch me.
DON'T pull my hair.
DON'T kick me.
DON'T verbally, mentally, or sexually abuse me,
even though you think it's easy.
You beat my brother; fucked him too.
You think he's weak and a sissy.
You put him down, beat him to the ground,
call him a faggot and prissy.
WE HATE YOU.
WE DESPISE YOU.
I want to grab a gun or knife and KILL YOU.
You victimized an innocent boy.
Used him as nothing but a sex toy.
I DON'T care what you did to me
but why couldn't you let my baby brother be?
I WANT TO FLAY YOU....
DON'T punch me.
DON'T pull my hair.
DON'T kick me.
DON'T verbally, mentally, or sexually abuse me,
even though you think it's easy.
You beat my brother; fucked him too.
You think he's weak and a sissy.
You put him down, beat him to the ground,
call him a faggot and prissy.
WE HATE YOU.
WE DESPISE YOU.
I want to grab a gun or knife and KILL YOU.
You victimized an innocent boy.
Used him as nothing but a sex toy.
I DON'T care what you did to me
but why couldn't you let my baby brother be?
I WANT TO FLAY YOU....
744 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
31st May 2013 9:20pm
31st May 2013 9:20pm
No Comfort
He will never let the young man leave.
He'll give no solace or reprieve.
Dark brown hair to yank on through the night;
What he does isn't right.
But [i]he thinks it's alright.[/i]
Laying on a basement mat,
surrounded by bugs
and rat scat:
a broken boy, trembling,
cold
in the place he was brought
after he was sold.
Crying, he wishes he was dying,
His flesh raw and tender.
The lender will come
...
He'll give no solace or reprieve.
Dark brown hair to yank on through the night;
What he does isn't right.
But [i]he thinks it's alright.[/i]
Laying on a basement mat,
surrounded by bugs
and rat scat:
a broken boy, trembling,
cold
in the place he was brought
after he was sold.
Crying, he wishes he was dying,
His flesh raw and tender.
The lender will come
...
513 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st May 2013 8:32am
31st May 2013 8:32am
HIPPIE HAIKUS!!!
Way down on Haight Street
psychedelic music plays.
Hippies toke and sway.
Hippie Hill is where
we laid and balled to Jimi.
We came in colors.
Hey, sweet longhaired dude!
Do you dig me like, I, you?
You do! Cool! Let's screw!!
At Monterey Pop....
guitar afire, Jimi
glowed, and The Who stewed.
Peace, love, sex, and weed
is what all the hippies craved.
Free Love Forever!!!
"Have a goovy day,"
a cute, shy hippie murmurmed.
I pinched his bottom....
psychedelic music plays.
Hippies toke and sway.
Hippie Hill is where
we laid and balled to Jimi.
We came in colors.
Hey, sweet longhaired dude!
Do you dig me like, I, you?
You do! Cool! Let's screw!!
At Monterey Pop....
guitar afire, Jimi
glowed, and The Who stewed.
Peace, love, sex, and weed
is what all the hippies craved.
Free Love Forever!!!
"Have a goovy day,"
a cute, shy hippie murmurmed.
I pinched his bottom....
1290 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st May 2013 8:07am
31st May 2013 8:07am
Light My Fire
Come on baby, Jim Morrison me:
Light my fire
ignite the flame that's
burning between my legs
lap my juices up
with your eager tongue
I'm smoldering
throbbing
hot within
bring be to orgasm
again and again
Lick me til your mouth is dry
Lick me until you feel like you're gonna
die
The pounding and aching
will never cease
I need your...
Light my fire
ignite the flame that's
burning between my legs
lap my juices up
with your eager tongue
I'm smoldering
throbbing
hot within
bring be to orgasm
again and again
Lick me til your mouth is dry
Lick me until you feel like you're gonna
die
The pounding and aching
will never cease
I need your...
977 reads
2 Comments
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