Submissions by Solomon_Song
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Published poems so far unpaid. Most poems unpublished. History, Bible, love (romantic/erotic), nakedness main subjects; rhyming captions/messages. Influences: Bible (eg Genesis, Ruth, Song of Songs (inspired user name), and 20th century erotic.
YOU CALLED ME 'STUD'
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ODE TO CHRISTINE KEELER AND PROFUMO SCANDAL
(Another recent sex-and-politics poem. Based on her famous nude 'Scandal' photo.)
Why are you sitting there
In a back-to-front chair,
Face framed by long, loose hair
And propped up by arms pair?
Inviting men to stare
Upon your body bare?
Is that the means by where
You were Profumo’s snare,
Catching him unaware
When he had that affair?
About him did you care
He was not yours to share?
What trouble did upflare
Within the public glare!
Cheat, then lie John P. dare,
His wife’s feelings to spare.
To House he did declare...
Why are you sitting there
In a back-to-front chair,
Face framed by long, loose hair
And propped up by arms pair?
Inviting men to stare
Upon your body bare?
Is that the means by where
You were Profumo’s snare,
Catching him unaware
When he had that affair?
About him did you care
He was not yours to share?
What trouble did upflare
Within the public glare!
Cheat, then lie John P. dare,
His wife’s feelings to spare.
To House he did declare...
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3 Comments
ODE TO EDWINA CURRIE
(This was written since Edwina revealed her extra-marital relationship with future Prime Minister while she was government Health Minister in the 1980s. How seriously would her not always well-worded health pronouncements have been taken if that had been known at the time?)
Who will heed your health advice in a hurry,
Now, Edwina Jones, the ex-Mrs Currie?
You told an interviewer, “Sex is fun”,
But Mr Currie was not your only one.
You told our young women not to “screw around”
When in bath with John Major you could be found.
...
Who will heed your health advice in a hurry,
Now, Edwina Jones, the ex-Mrs Currie?
You told an interviewer, “Sex is fun”,
But Mr Currie was not your only one.
You told our young women not to “screw around”
When in bath with John Major you could be found.
...
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She had a figure
She had a figure, well-developed,
In her black ball frock well-enveloped.
When she took off the jacket of fur
He could hardly keep his eyes off her.
He’d nowhere in the world ever found
Someone with curves so buxomly round.
He pictured the actress, in his head,
Bouncing about with him in his bed.
When he approached to ask for a dance,
She said ‘Yes’, he exploited his chance.
He guided her in quick steps and swerves,
Stealing the odd fondle of her curves.
At the end of night he said “I do
Want to see more – I damn...
In her black ball frock well-enveloped.
When she took off the jacket of fur
He could hardly keep his eyes off her.
He’d nowhere in the world ever found
Someone with curves so buxomly round.
He pictured the actress, in his head,
Bouncing about with him in his bed.
When he approached to ask for a dance,
She said ‘Yes’, he exploited his chance.
He guided her in quick steps and swerves,
Stealing the odd fondle of her curves.
At the end of night he said “I do
Want to see more – I damn...
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DOING IT IN A 2CV
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BLONDE, HAVE FUN!
(Inspired by title of Rod Stewart record, Blondes Have More Fun.)
So, single life has re-begun?
Come to me, blonde, and have some fun.
Let down your hair, untie that bun.
You have still got some looks to stun,
You weren’t made to live like a nun!
Life’s too short, how about it, hun?
The sky is blue, out’s come the sun,
The woes of this world let us shun.
Together to the beach let’s run
(Or to the sleepy hills round Clun*).
I’m letting off the starting gun,
Let’s not stop till the day is done.
BLONDE’S REPLY
I scarcely know...
So, single life has re-begun?
Come to me, blonde, and have some fun.
Let down your hair, untie that bun.
You have still got some looks to stun,
You weren’t made to live like a nun!
Life’s too short, how about it, hun?
The sky is blue, out’s come the sun,
The woes of this world let us shun.
Together to the beach let’s run
(Or to the sleepy hills round Clun*).
I’m letting off the starting gun,
Let’s not stop till the day is done.
BLONDE’S REPLY
I scarcely know...
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TOY BOY LOVER
My life has been ‘surprised by joy’
Since the day I met my toy boy.
I was a long-discarded wife
When he came, fresh, into my life.
He asked me at a singles dance,
Sparking off my autumn romance.
A feeling grew up deep inside,
Not known since I became a bride.
His skin and other attributes
Bear witness to some Latin roots,
But no age or racial gap
Disturb me and my nice chap.
He keeps himself so lean and fit,
I like him without half his kit.
Reminds me of Al Pacino,
My own youth's heart throb...
Since the day I met my toy boy.
I was a long-discarded wife
When he came, fresh, into my life.
He asked me at a singles dance,
Sparking off my autumn romance.
A feeling grew up deep inside,
Not known since I became a bride.
His skin and other attributes
Bear witness to some Latin roots,
But no age or racial gap
Disturb me and my nice chap.
He keeps himself so lean and fit,
I like him without half his kit.
Reminds me of Al Pacino,
My own youth's heart throb...
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IMAGINATIVE BARD
If you are an imaginative bard,
With a girl you won't have to try too hard
To worm your way into her affections
With verses of the sweetest confections
That frankly yet so tenderly reveal
What and how much you really feel
About her beauty, outside and within;
How much she means to you under your skin.
With a girl you won't have to try too hard
To worm your way into her affections
With verses of the sweetest confections
That frankly yet so tenderly reveal
What and how much you really feel
About her beauty, outside and within;
How much she means to you under your skin.
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"Men seldom make passes..."
(With apologies to Dorothy Parker - this was a poem built on her famous lines.)
“Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses” –
But my girl enjoys sex
In nothing but her specs!
She’s my ideal cutie,
Of brains mixed with beauty,
The best body and mind
Held by womankind.
She’s a studious lass
Who likes the long grass,
Her schoolmistressy bun
She can let down in fun.
“Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses” –
But my girl enjoys sex
In nothing but her specs!
She’s my ideal cutie,
Of brains mixed with beauty,
The best body and mind
Held by womankind.
She’s a studious lass
Who likes the long grass,
Her schoolmistressy bun
She can let down in fun.
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PLACE FOR LITERARY ASSIGNATIONS
(Dedicated to DUP Erotic Poems section. I liken each poem to a room in a hotel.)
Best place, I think,
In pen and ink
Couples can slink
(Nudge-nudge, wink-wink!)
Strip to the pink,
Indulge a kink
(Bondage chains clink),
Bodily link,
Of lust deep drink
Until they sink
To sleep a wink.
(Erections shrink.)
Best place, I think,
In pen and ink
Couples can slink
(Nudge-nudge, wink-wink!)
Strip to the pink,
Indulge a kink
(Bondage chains clink),
Bodily link,
Of lust deep drink
Until they sink
To sleep a wink.
(Erections shrink.)
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I REMEMBER (SEPTEMBER)
I remember
How your member
Stirred an ember
That September.
A warm glow shone.
We ‘got it on’,
One upon one,
We jumped upon.
I invited;
We, benighted
And excited,
Got united.
Behind closed doors,
Upon all fours,
Without a pause
You pressed your cause.
Did the earth move,
And your love prove,
With words that soothe,
Within my groove.
So, satisfied
By you inside,
I got astride
To claim my ride.
O, what a night
Of great delight!
We held so tight
In turned-off...
How your member
Stirred an ember
That September.
A warm glow shone.
We ‘got it on’,
One upon one,
We jumped upon.
I invited;
We, benighted
And excited,
Got united.
Behind closed doors,
Upon all fours,
Without a pause
You pressed your cause.
Did the earth move,
And your love prove,
With words that soothe,
Within my groove.
So, satisfied
By you inside,
I got astride
To claim my ride.
O, what a night
Of great delight!
We held so tight
In turned-off...
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PHOTOSESSION
(Inspired by the picture, accompanying Vivid's poem "Teddy Bears", of a nude woman on a bed posed with a Smartphone. Laced with photographic terms.)
Outside view was panoramic,
Our chemistry was dynamic;
On each other we had the hots,
Thoughts turned to taking saucy shots.
A decision made in a snap,
Between a stunner and her chap;
My girl agreed, before we screwed,
To take some pictures in the nude.
(It is my pleasure and delight
That she looks good in any light.
Every button she does press,
When she’s in a state of...
Outside view was panoramic,
Our chemistry was dynamic;
On each other we had the hots,
Thoughts turned to taking saucy shots.
A decision made in a snap,
Between a stunner and her chap;
My girl agreed, before we screwed,
To take some pictures in the nude.
(It is my pleasure and delight
That she looks good in any light.
Every button she does press,
When she’s in a state of...
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5 Comments
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