Domination of a different fashion Taken in by a good reaction Dopamine hits just right That spot you know, just get in my licks I’ll lick you good, call you daddy Enter in the rear if that’s where you’ll have me I’m on my knees, face down, hands flat Eyes cast down but a smile on my lips You can command me, my every action Obeying you is my satisfaction.
A collection of poems from seductive and spicy to thoughtful and observant. 39 of the best poems from the AuthorStew blog and scattered across the Internet are gathered in this collection. There is sure to be something within this collection that will delight you.
There was a lady who lived next door From a town in Ukraine born Who every year for the Christmas season Put spiders and webs her tree in What a strange lady I did think That there might be a meaning I did not link Then one day when we did cross paths I thought to ask Why the spiders and webs I pointed The answer she gave left me not disappointed It’s a tradition in my home country From a story of the Christmas Spider it be Here I believe it is tinsel It is from my country that you received such info Once a tree was planted But had to be abandoned Grown from a pine cone From the seed it was grown Grown for Christmas a tree they’d own But the family was so poor they made soup from a stone So no decorations they had To decorate the tree and make themselves glad So on Christmas eve they did sleep But in the tree a spider they did keep The spider and family worked all through the night To decorate it with webs and make it a sight When they woke the next morn The light shown through the webs the tree adorned The first light of Christmas day Turned those webs into a gold and silver display The poor family was overjoyed They were blessed for the home of the spiders they did not destroy Now we too add a web or two to our tree In hopes of winning a web lottery. 😁
Dear Poets, I am going to make today’s prompt easy for you (I hope!) by opening it up to the following options: 1) write to any of the previous prompts linked above, using their guidelines 2) follow the wikipedia link and choose one of Legendary Creatures to write about 3) create your own creature using one (or more) of the types wiki categorizes them into 4) take a line from one of the three above excerpts and build a poem around it.
I chose option 2 (clink the dVerse link to see more detailed info) and wrote about the Christmas Spider, which I just learned of because of the link. I followed the rhyming of each line similar to the A Visit from St. Nicholas (Twas the Night Before Christmas), though I stretched some of the rhyming a bit. lol. I hope you enjoy!
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Zero: the absence of. And I got zero problem with that, 99 problems but zero ain’t one. Zero ain’t alone, It's infinite in its emptiness. Ain’t got nobody And we’re together in that, Got zero use for foolishness, An intolerance.
Zagged Edges Reach Oblivion
This is for a prompt by dVerse: Write a quadrille with zero. Hope you enjoy!
Like the butterfly Or the falling leaves of fall The passage of time
I knew that it was time to say goodbye. Not that I wanted to go. Or honestly needed to, though if you talked to my dad he would have said I needed to go 5 minutes out of the womb. Haha. He likes to joke like that. Dad jokes laugh at him. It was just that time had moved on. It was time I did too.
I looked around my room, correction, old room. The bed that took up entirely too much space. Many nights were spent sleeping on that bed. Many afternoons too. There were so many things I wanted to do on that bed that I never had the chance to do. Now, I most likely never would.
And in that corner I spent many hours in front of a computer. I learned many things in that corner. Many of them involved things that I wanted to do on the bed. I also wrote papers and emails. I once killed a man with a single shot in that corner. Yeah, I still remember that head shot. It was an awesome moment in gaming history. Thank. You. Very. Much.
I am no longer the boy that spent time in this room. I’ve grown. Branched out beyond these four walls. There comes a time when a boy walks out the door and in crossing that threshold he becomes something new. A man.
Time moves on. No man is an island. What comes around goes around. And all those other cliches I learned in school that I’ll never use in the real world.
“Jimmy? Are you done moving your things to the basement?”
“Just a sec mom! I’m almost done!”
Goodbye old boy’s room. Hello new man’s basement.
This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a haibun that references transformation.
I chose the transformational time when a boy becomes a man and moves out. … of his room. 😁 Hope you enjoy!
It’s a numbers game You gotta play to lose Plenty of fish in the sea 3.5 trillion give or take 3 Well you’ll always be alone thinking like that But 1 is a prime number and I’m prime with that (actually it’s not) You could join me and her, a throuple of sorts 1 69? No, thanks I’m fine. You’ll think differently, when you reach an age like me And at exactly what age does the womb dry up? It’s not me, it’s biology And childbearing is all the definition of me Exactly, though I won’t say it aloud
I’m not lonely being alone The loneliest number is one, when it’s with another Free to be me, to judge my own inadequacies Pump my own tires, hear my own accolades Would a 1 + 1 be nice? Of course It would do more than suffice to have a full 100% of another To add my 100% as cover And we together would be 100
This was for a dVerse prompt: Write about numbers.
There are numerous ways to respond to the prompt. Here are some ideas to work with.
Pen a poem about your favourite number or lucky number.
Honour or highlight a number that holds meaning for you like a birthday, anniversary, meaningful event, personal milestone, the number of times you have done something or something has happened.
Write of numbers in general (mathematical concepts such as counting, measurement, geometry).
Use many numbers within your poem to emphasize another theme or message.
How does a particular number makes you feel and why?
Personify a number, taking inspiration from Harry Baker.
Play with a nursery rhyme such as “One, Two, Buckle My Shoe” and make it your own.
Limited Handcuffed to a limit I never agreed with Narrow view Of a specific group I don't know Bought And sold to a man with no soul I can't stand Nor can I sit by, Running to a crowded exit All your X's and O's mean nothing Now that you've boxed me in.
She was at a bar alone. Guy approaches and says he can get her in bed with just one kiss. Will she humor him? Or … Just One Kiss pick it up, you know you want to.
Joy radiates in sounds like choking Short breaths barked out Like dogs looking at their own reflection So this is laughter? Appreciation of a tale Told through embarrassment That I share A coupled uncomfortableness that brings a smile So This is laughter The sound a baby makes when happy Or is that just gas? Giggles but louder, longer, Unabashed in glee, unashamed in enjoyment So? this is laughter Cruel in mockery Pointing poignant in sound Give me the nails on a chalkboard Rather than soooo much This laughter A dagger through my ego Maniacal Unhinged Evil Genius Or just a madman Why is he so mad Did they not get the Joke ? So this is Laughter
So this is laughter Just a sound The intake of air and released again Vocalized emotion
So this is why I laugh Because life is funny like that
This is for a dVerse Prompt: “So, let’s dive into your challenge today, which is to use Ted Kooser’s “So This Is Nebraska” poem {above} for inspiration to write your own “So This Is (fill in the blank)” poem. Hope you enjoy!
How can I coax love from thee Kisses and sweet words fail Hearts and chocolate pale To grant affection towards me What can this affliction be That leads to such a woeful tale Are your feeling so frail That yearning can not see
This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word coax. Hope you enjoy!
The bright sun arose in the morning sky I sat in my bed and watched the clouds bloom From the cold comfort of what was our room
The black darkness fled as the birds did fly Rising high taking with them the night’s gloom The sun arose upon the morning sky I sat and watched the clouds red and orange bloom
I wonder why last night you said goodbye My heart is dead, my chest is just a tomb But yet, it was not a moment too soon The bright sun arose in the morning sky I sat in my bed and watched the clouds bloom From the cold comfort of what was our room
This was for a dVerse prompt: … Thus we distinguish the Chaucerian Roundel from all other forms as well as from The Rondel and Rondeau. And by now you’ve guessed that our poetry today is to be written as Chaucer outlines:
Here I stand There you kneel As if before some unholy alter Presenting your jewels to some matron Of holiness Or some barren idol To appease far off gods
Here I look Down upon your shining face Eyes full of hope Towards some saving grace Look to me to save your soul Or banish to some torrential hell
Here I stand At an alter Before a priest Or preacher, rabbi, imam Court judge or random official Dressed in white Or pink, peach, cream Next to you; vows in our hands And hearts, throats, and bosoms
Here I look Upon a crowd Of familiar faces Unknown relatives soon to be A ring upon my finger Put there in yesterdays If I say yes today
Am I ready?
This is for a dVerse prompt: For today’s prompt, I’d like us to write poems about pivotal moments in our lives, where the pivot took us, and the feelings evoked by the development and how we managed all of it.
My poem is about the pivotal moment when one says yes: an engagement.
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