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 Most poems unpublished.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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Oct 2012 9:22pm
14th Oct 2012 9:22pm
(NOT THE FAMOUS) CALENDAR GIRLS
This is an imaginative look at some pictures in an imagined community calendar inspired by the Yorkshire women's institute members whose story is told by the British film "Calendar Girls".
The baker’s wife without any clothes,
Strategic bits hid behind some loaves,
With a saucy smile across her face,
Tempting me her figure to embrace.
The antique dealer’s wife with nothing on
A figure that easily turns on One,
Leaving something to imaginations
Behind mugs of all past Coronations.
A woman of one of the local farms
Stands...
The baker’s wife without any clothes,
Strategic bits hid behind some loaves,
With a saucy smile across her face,
Tempting me her figure to embrace.
The antique dealer’s wife with nothing on
A figure that easily turns on One,
Leaving something to imaginations
Behind mugs of all past Coronations.
A woman of one of the local farms
Stands...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2012 10:53pm
13th Oct 2012 10:53pm
THE ARTIST'S MUSE
Her smile imparts the warmest glow,
His blues enough to overthrow,
And makes him want to GO GO GO
Knuckle down in the studio.
Before you know it, hey presto!
Another piece of art to show!
Many art models had their uses
As artist’s mistresses or muses.
Some took up the “honest woman’s” life
To become an artist’s wedded wife.
His blues enough to overthrow,
And makes him want to GO GO GO
Knuckle down in the studio.
Before you know it, hey presto!
Another piece of art to show!
Many art models had their uses
As artist’s mistresses or muses.
Some took up the “honest woman’s” life
To become an artist’s wedded wife.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Oct 2012 10:42pm
13th Oct 2012 10:42pm
WRONGED FATHER'S OUTBURST
(Contains words readers may consider rude but they are intended to convey the feelings of a father, whose single daughter has been impregnated by a married man, expressed in vernacular.)
I didn’t know she was ‘doing it’
(Otherwise known as ‘having a bit’),
But signs were there: ‘double-meaning’ wit,
Walking around with him in less kit,
And his furtively groping her tit.
Now she’s preggers, been dropped in the shit;
He’s wed, but used her as his ‘side-bit’.
That adulterer I’d like to hit
Till he’s able no more to - ‘do it’!
I didn’t know she was ‘doing it’
(Otherwise known as ‘having a bit’),
But signs were there: ‘double-meaning’ wit,
Walking around with him in less kit,
And his furtively groping her tit.
Now she’s preggers, been dropped in the shit;
He’s wed, but used her as his ‘side-bit’.
That adulterer I’d like to hit
Till he’s able no more to - ‘do it’!
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 11:22pm
12th Oct 2012 11:22pm
EXPECTANT WIFE
It was love, made in missionary position,
That got her into her matronly condition;
In the act of meeting each other’s need,
He thankfully planted his fertile seed.
As the baby grew inside her tum,
The closeness grew twixt its dad and mum.
When the time to birth the baby drew near,
Never to him had she become so dear,
And when she accomplished that hard first birth
He felt the happiest new dad on earth,
And she the moment of joy could savour
After weight of pregnancy and labour.
That got her into her matronly condition;
In the act of meeting each other’s need,
He thankfully planted his fertile seed.
As the baby grew inside her tum,
The closeness grew twixt its dad and mum.
When the time to birth the baby drew near,
Never to him had she become so dear,
And when she accomplished that hard first birth
He felt the happiest new dad on earth,
And she the moment of joy could savour
After weight of pregnancy and labour.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 11:05pm
12th Oct 2012 11:05pm
THE NO-NONSENSE NUDE MODEL
Hold me in your vision but not your arms
When I take off my clothes and you see the charms
Of my good firm body, proud of it much,
But strictest message is: SEE – DO NOT TOUCH.
So don't think of painting me on your bed:
I am my betrothed’s and due to be wed.
Yes, I like sex but keep it for marriage,
When bridegroom’s led me off the bridal carriage.
Before you ask, ‘Is he a painter too?’
No – but he will buy this painting from you.
Just because a woman poses in nude,
It doesn’t mean she’s ‘up for’ being lewd.
I want to show I’m not one of the...
When I take off my clothes and you see the charms
Of my good firm body, proud of it much,
But strictest message is: SEE – DO NOT TOUCH.
So don't think of painting me on your bed:
I am my betrothed’s and due to be wed.
Yes, I like sex but keep it for marriage,
When bridegroom’s led me off the bridal carriage.
Before you ask, ‘Is he a painter too?’
No – but he will buy this painting from you.
Just because a woman poses in nude,
It doesn’t mean she’s ‘up for’ being lewd.
I want to show I’m not one of the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 10:46pm
11th Oct 2012 10:46pm
THE INSTRUMENTALIST
(Not autobiographical.)
When a versatile instrumentalist in a rock band,
My exploits were known through Wales, Scotland, Ireland and England,
Both for my expertise at what I played
And ‘birds’ in passion I allegedly ‘laid’.
My deftness at handling the phallic guitar
Had forward girls throw up their knickers or bra,
While my performance on the drums
Made me ‘sex cymbal’ to their mums.
My keyboarding on electronic grand
Enticed offers of many a one-night stand,
But I settled down after I met The One –
She alone liked singing to my melodeon....
When a versatile instrumentalist in a rock band,
My exploits were known through Wales, Scotland, Ireland and England,
Both for my expertise at what I played
And ‘birds’ in passion I allegedly ‘laid’.
My deftness at handling the phallic guitar
Had forward girls throw up their knickers or bra,
While my performance on the drums
Made me ‘sex cymbal’ to their mums.
My keyboarding on electronic grand
Enticed offers of many a one-night stand,
But I settled down after I met The One –
She alone liked singing to my melodeon....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 10:34pm
11th Oct 2012 10:34pm
CHANGING MORALS - A MOTHER'S THOUGHTS
I think that my daughter sees more than she should;
Saying, with her boyfriend that ‘the sex is very good’.
I didn’t start to have a sex life
Until I became her father’s wife.
Back then, it feels so long ago,
The “nicest” girls always said “No!”
While it was the “bad girls” who had their flings
Without bothering to get wedding rings
Then ending up having to get married
Because of some accidental baby carried.
Saying, with her boyfriend that ‘the sex is very good’.
I didn’t start to have a sex life
Until I became her father’s wife.
Back then, it feels so long ago,
The “nicest” girls always said “No!”
While it was the “bad girls” who had their flings
Without bothering to get wedding rings
Then ending up having to get married
Because of some accidental baby carried.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 7:01am
11th Oct 2012 7:01am
LUSTY BRIDE
When I was a young and lusty bride
I embraced wedlock’s physical side.
With the Kama Sutra as my guide,
All positions known to mankind I tried;
Upright, under, from behind, astride,
Until, exhausted, my hubby died,
Left me with child growing inside
To whom I gave birth at Eastertide.
I embraced wedlock’s physical side.
With the Kama Sutra as my guide,
All positions known to mankind I tried;
Upright, under, from behind, astride,
Until, exhausted, my hubby died,
Left me with child growing inside
To whom I gave birth at Eastertide.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 6:59am
11th Oct 2012 6:59am
THE JOY OF NEW LOVE
(Imagined from perspective of widowed/divorced man.)
Dear God, I feel the luckiest of men;
She’s said she would like to see me again.
I’m already smitten with this fair ‘hen’,
Who’s petite, plain and gentle as a wren.
I asked to meet her on Friday at ten;
Her “Yes” and our parting kiss said “AMEN!”
I do desire her, but I’ll spare her hymen
Until my time comes to marry again
And raise up a family of children.
(There’s no doubts or ‘if’, it’s a case of ‘when’.)
Dear God, I feel the luckiest of men;
She’s said she would like to see me again.
I’m already smitten with this fair ‘hen’,
Who’s petite, plain and gentle as a wren.
I asked to meet her on Friday at ten;
Her “Yes” and our parting kiss said “AMEN!”
I do desire her, but I’ll spare her hymen
Until my time comes to marry again
And raise up a family of children.
(There’s no doubts or ‘if’, it’s a case of ‘when’.)
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 10:45pm
10th Oct 2012 10:45pm
WHEN I COME HOME, OR IN THE HALL
I keen look forward to the end of day
When you encourage me to have my way.
Prepare, my dear love, to bare your all
When we meet inside the entrance hall.
The sight of such erotic surprise
Never fails to make my manhood rise,
When you show me what you’ve got
I could make love upon the spot.
When you encourage me to have my way.
Prepare, my dear love, to bare your all
When we meet inside the entrance hall.
The sight of such erotic surprise
Never fails to make my manhood rise,
When you show me what you’ve got
I could make love upon the spot.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 10:43pm
10th Oct 2012 10:43pm
EMBARRASSING MEETING
When on my own inside the house,
Separated from my serving spouse,
In God’s sight I’d go bearing my all,
Even inside the shaded entrance hall.
Till I answered a door knock from the Parkers,
Accidentally opening up starkers.
I innocently announced, “Come right in!”
To Mr P’s face’s embarrassed grin,
While his wife, face turning to thunder,
Said “Think you are the world’s eighth wonder?”
Realising my state, I slammed the door
Before anyone could call me a ‘whore’.
(One of those ‘women of ill-fame’
Who lives by going ‘on the...
Separated from my serving spouse,
In God’s sight I’d go bearing my all,
Even inside the shaded entrance hall.
Till I answered a door knock from the Parkers,
Accidentally opening up starkers.
I innocently announced, “Come right in!”
To Mr P’s face’s embarrassed grin,
While his wife, face turning to thunder,
Said “Think you are the world’s eighth wonder?”
Realising my state, I slammed the door
Before anyone could call me a ‘whore’.
(One of those ‘women of ill-fame’
Who lives by going ‘on the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 6:59am
10th Oct 2012 6:59am
18-30 HOLIDAY BEACH
Lasses in bikinis, lads in Speedos,
Subtly stirring each other’s libidos,
Letting the imagination roam
To do what they wouldn’t do at home.
Lasses sometimes shed bikini tops
Where they won’t get picked up by the cops.
Lack of preparatory information
Fosters behaviour to disgrace their home nation.
Both sexes get drunk, even fight,
Fornicate or skinny-dip at night.
Others end up next morn in police station,
Caught in al fresco fornication.
Most sensible ones just want to dance
And stay indoors for holiday romance.
Subtly stirring each other’s libidos,
Letting the imagination roam
To do what they wouldn’t do at home.
Lasses sometimes shed bikini tops
Where they won’t get picked up by the cops.
Lack of preparatory information
Fosters behaviour to disgrace their home nation.
Both sexes get drunk, even fight,
Fornicate or skinny-dip at night.
Others end up next morn in police station,
Caught in al fresco fornication.
Most sensible ones just want to dance
And stay indoors for holiday romance.
#erotic
#beach
#holiday #rhyming
#holiday #rhyming
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