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Only Little Fluffy Bunny FooFoo left to Write About

(for my FooFoo - luv's Ya!!)

The following was written four days ago as a direct response to several comments and numerous personal messages I have received. I was initially mortified that my musings and meanderings had caused such person hurt, embarrassment and the risk of severe repercussions.
Three entries I had dedicated to three wonderful Ladies that have supported me from my first submitted poem and I, very misguidedly and idiotically, named them on each of my scribblings. The pieces were intended to be tender dedications, a way to show my thankfulness for their continued help and understandings. This is/was  wrong and, whilst none of the three ever openly objected,
I could perceive the need for their removal –

hence they have disappeared.

I am in receipt of quite a number of message, many of an openly aggressive nature (a few even threatening me with physical harm) with regard  to my past that I write about. I write with, what one person described,a brutal honesty, truth and containing as much detail as I can remember. I have never written anything in order to induce a cause a shock-and-awe reaction, or any real sense of reaction at all. I do not embellish the events that I describe, am not submitting them to gain sympathy of any kind, I just write from my heart and memories as I recall them. I do, genuinely understand that a lot of people don't want to know about/discuss this abhorrent subject, and I should have considered your views before submitting. I am sorry.

The messages have so devastated me that any and all theses types have also been removed from my portfolio.

I enjoy writing 'erotica' and am still learning the skill to differentiate between poemographic musings and the perfected art of true erotica. I have a long way to go, but am listening to the advice very occasionally given. I read the forum posts, very rarely joining in with them as others have either raise the points I would like to make or feel totally overwhelmed by width and depth of your far superior knowledge, leaving me feeling an ignorant, stuttering fool. I have seen a multitude of threads linked to the use of pornographic writing -  as to how it  demeans the site, that it is written purely for titillation. I have also seen many very well worded replies that, whist far from condoning their subjects and use of graph violence, they appreciate that the Erotic category generates between double and treble number of reads all the other categories put together. Each individual visitor may, whilst on the site, just explore a little further and see that all poems aren't flowers and butterfly’s and so there may lye another converted writer. I have also heard mention that without the volume of porn traffic the DUP would be without the discretionary funding to continue. Each entry is clearly marked in the erotica, there is a cautionary, warning on each  and so, if you delicate souls that feel it is offensive don't want to read the de gradating filth contained within – then don't. You can't stumble upon it by accident. Several of my entries have been of a graphic nature, some I thought to be rather good, even teasingly erotic.

I have removed them all in order to not be regarded as a purveyor of porn.

A have also submit  poems into several other categories; angry, dark and observational entries, but these have also been personally attacked as rambling and submitted to the wrong category.

So these have all been removed.

I absolutely adore writing about pre-historical events, when The old Gods, The Muses, The weavers and spinners of The Tread, existed and created the magisterial realms. I love their conquests, their victories and defeats, their loves and losses, the mystery’, myths and legends.
But I have, once again, received several comments that accuse me of outright heresy, of disrespecting their Gods, their Faiths, their Religions. You have probably read my view - “To each man God, to his own Man his own religion”. I have never attempted to push forward my own interpretations of my belief, my own vision of God, likewise I have, to the best of my knowledge, never disrespected anyone's faiths or creeds, never dismissed them in print, purely because they may well correct.

After receiving some aggressive treats, I have taken everything down that might have been perceived as being potential mind-washing techniques

So, in a gesture of spiritual harmony,  they are all gone.
The greatest singular event to finally break my will, my desire, my passion for the art of writing, has not come from my own extremely limited and ignorant submissions It was a forum post that I saw that raised my volatile anger to the extent that I felt I had to reply. The thread regarded the subject of morality and, after two or three extremely heated posts batted back and forth, the person I was posting with made comments as to the sexuality of children. When pushed, his definition stated that whilst 16 is accepted as a fair legal age and there is absolutely nothing wrong with incest, he believes that 'as soon as they begin growing pubic hair, they are fare game' I made reference to the fact that there are numerous cases of girls developing pubic hair as young as six and seven, my eldest daughter did so at eleven. I had already shown my disgust at the subject, some of you who know my history will understand as to the reasons that I find this subject so personally aberrant. My opponent posted LMAO at it and said the only reason I objected was it is something that I, individually, find abhorrent. No other posts were posted to support or condemn and it is my summation that I am in the wrong.

I have attempted to withdraw as much of the forum post as I can, and have taken down any of my posts that pertain to under aged sexuality as possible.

I find that I am left with writing only about Love. Yes, I know before you start, not about anyone in particular – no mention of possible recognisable features and certainly no name at all, either in dedication or title. They will not contain graphic images of flowers being cut, they will avoid the needless numerically boosting sensuality of pollination. The flowers will be prevented from pollination or, even more disgustingly, cross-fertilisation.

The remaining, most awkward of all to remedy, is how do you write about Love without making at least a small dedication or reference to God? Any God /s or Goddesses ( before you write in to scream at me, I am NOT homophobic or Sexist), or any spirit, life-force, sentinel being that may have some bearing on the causation of relationships.  Think, please. How free is this site, how far are you agreeing to allow certain poets free expression of thoughts? Is there nothing whatsoever classed as going too far.
 

Could Somebody Tell Me The Truth?


My world is once again descending
and into the draining darkness I submit.  
But for once I fail to comprehend,  
of what crime I did commit?
Have I offended one of you?  
Perhaps all at the same time?  
Maybe you've just become bored
with my writes that fail to rhyme?
Is it that I have crossed the line,
by dedicating some erotica?
Are you really all that high brow,
you'd prefer tales of Thessalonke?

For all of you who don't know your history
(but I'm sure that you're all well read)  
she was that Macedonian chic    
that Antipater struck down dead
Are a few of you still struggling?
Oh, please don't look so glum
She was married to Cassander
you know, Alexander the Great's mum?
Her daughter became a quizzing mermaid
(who,I'm informed, was rather cute)
If sailors answered incorrectly,
into The Gorgon she'd transmute.

Now,  let me think a little more,
I'm adept with the weft and weave.
So, could it my personal history?
Do you think that I deceive?
Well, that's your prerogative,
whether you believe me or don't,
but every word submitted is true
I only wish that it weren't
My apologies if I write too graphically
(reality's harder to portray than fiction)
I shouldn't use words like 'f..k and c..t,
I must enforce more jurisdiction.

Mmmm, let me give it a go then,
(must soften the narration)
I was 'interfered' with as a child
'asked' to 'partake' in 'copulation'
I was a really clumsy boy
endlessly 'bumping' into dad.
Occasionally 'I' might break a bone,
(I was such a careless lad!)
'Partying' with all dad's friends
good grief, I was so 'ecstatic'
they loved to take  my 'pornograph'
it made them quite 'climatic'

If it is none of the above
then why the echoing silence?
Should I only write of dreamy love
and drop my use of violence?
If my work is substandardly poor,
then why not a helpful critique?
I always tick the 'honesty' box
I wish you'd please just speak.
Comments were so encouraging
and now they've dropped to none.
If my writes are just boring shite,
tell me, I'll be gone.

Waggy  04.06.2012


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Written by waggy (Disillusion_Ment)
Published | Edited 10th Jun 2012
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