Bec's Poetry Corner

CoolBec · 08-05-2013, 04:07 PM

Glad you enjoyed it. I've got a few like that. I like to think that they're sensual without being graphic, but I guess some of them get pretty borderline.

CoolBec · 08-06-2013, 08:03 AM

Snow Angel
by Karen Godson (aka Sapphos_Poet)

My eyes trickle over your sculpted hips
like cool spring water caressing
sun-warmed river rocks.
I marvel at the purity
of your ivory skin.
Your body,
so long untouched
is flawless like the landscape
after a midnight snowfall.
I want to walk across it
with feather-light fingertips;
careful to leave no blemish,
no sign I was ever here.
Only, we would know.

Blarobbarg · 08-06-2013, 09:04 AM

I like your work, CB. It's very pretty language, especially the last one you posted. A lovestruck, sensual poem is pretty much classic no matter how you look at it, but do you have anything on any other topics? I'd like to see what you can do with another idea beside love.

(Not that your work on love is bad, it's not, I just like to see a variety of work from writers.)

CoolBec · 08-06-2013, 10:57 AM

^ Well, I'm ashamed to admit that I'm pretty much a one trick pony when it comes to writing poetry. My muse only works when I'm writing about something that moves me emotionally, and most of my stuff is very personal.

I really should try to branch out though shouldn't I? Maybe you've inspired me!

CoolBec · 08-06-2013, 12:55 PM

Here's something a little different. I prefer poetry with some kind of structure to it, but there are ways to give structure to a verse besides just rhyming, like haiku for example. I'm intrigued with coming up with unique ways to give a poem structure.

It's still a love sonnet though...kinda

The Lifeboat

Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair
my horizon barren of hope
going nowhere...

Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish
my days barren of expectation
it comes to me!

Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along?
my heart barren of perception?
Love is my lifeboat!

(Becky P. 2013)

CoolBec · 08-07-2013, 04:58 PM

I found this one on the web and really loved it. There was no author listed.

Morning sunlight cascaded onto golden tresses
hypnotic,
inviting.

I watched the sway of her hips
as she sauntered past old woodland trees
beneath now leafy canopies.
They swung… they swayed….
calling me;
calling to my senses,
…..come this way.

Eyes darkly dilated with lustful dreams and fantasies
I captured her
and sought sweet lips beneath my own,
exploring….
tasting….
Our tongues entwine
dancing to loves melody….
beneath old leaves and vine.

One finger trailed deftly between her breasts
and I felt her heart ...
…it quivered
..it fluttered
and beckoned me,
so I pushed her back gently
palms pressed flat between her knees.
and forced her wide….
(undenied).

The flower of my dreams opened
and my gaze now settles
on her bud of fragrant petals
...swollen
.....pulsing
......wanting…
and her moist nectar gleamed
like a rainbow
beneath a stray
sunbeam.

I teased her ,
softly....
gently...
then firm and fast
(she would not last)
and eased my fingers
deep inside her velvet heat....
encased
… graced…
I relished her honeyed taste…
….so sweet.

Her legs weighed heavy on my shoulders
as I rose and held her pinned,
my amour
undimmed,
and gently took her on my fist.
Sweet torture…
she rode me harder
(with ardour)
Our bodies now
sun-kissed…

So…
my concerto was composed
when I played a song of love
beneath natures veils
(my adoration prevails)
and as my lady sang
old woodland trees rang
with her cries
of wanton pleasure
(my treasure... my treasure).

~Author unknown

CoolBec · 08-08-2013, 05:27 PM

I see it in your eyes
a struggle to understand
this gift that I must give of myself
unto your loving hands.

A demon inside
fires my devient need
that though you long to please
you're reluctant to feed.

You see it in my eyes...
my longing gaze, never avert
as you tend my desire.
If you love me, make it hurt

(Becky P. 2013)

CoolBec · 08-10-2013, 02:33 PM

Needless to say, song lyrics often make very good poetry.

In 1883, French composer Leo Delibes wrote what is today a fairly famous opera named "Lakme". But more famous than the opera itself, is a very beautiful duet from the piece which has come to be know as "The Flower Duet". Though it is known for the beauty of it lovely and lilting melody, unbeknownst to those who don't speak French it also has a very moving lyric. Even in a rough translation, the words still stir the soul.

Under the dense canopy where the white jasmine blends with the rose

On the flowering bank, laughing with the morning, come let us drift down together

Let us gently glide along it's enchanting flow and follow it's fleeing current

On the rippling surface with a lazy hand

Come let us go to the shore where the spring sleeps and the birds sing

Under the white jasmine, let us drift down together

================================================== ===========

Here's what it sounds like. Even if you're not an opera fan, give this a chance. It's quite lovely!

CoolBec · 08-11-2013, 10:25 AM

Some experiences are life changing...

==============================================

Innocence Lost
by Becky P.

What made me want this...where's my self-worth?
A life of moral dogma preached daily since birth
My own private men's club in a cheap motel.
Shouting to my brain, "You're surly going to hell!"

The first one up I didn't know from a thief
He was in me in an instant, his knife into my sheath
A daggar thrust deep into the naive soul
Of the innocent girl I used to know

One after another, I was used to completion
An endless assault of carnal contrition
Would I miss the girl that walked through this door?
My mind screamed "No!...this is you...to the core "

Astronomer · 08-11-2013, 07:24 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by CoolBec

The Lifeboat

Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair
my horizon barren of hope
going nowhere...

Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish
my days barren of expectation
it comes to me!

Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along?
my heart barren of perception?
Love is my lifeboat!

(Becky P. 2013)

I love this one, Bec. I like the rhythm of the syllables as well!

08-05-2013, 04:07 PM	#11 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Glad you enjoyed it. I've got a few like that. I like to think that they're sensual without being graphic, but I guess some of them get pretty borderline. Last edited by CoolBec; 08-06-2013 at 07:54 AM.

08-06-2013, 09:04 AM	#13 (permalink)
Blarobbarg Do good. Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota Posts: 2,065	I like your work, CB. It's very pretty language, especially the last one you posted. A lovestruck, sensual poem is pretty much classic no matter how you look at it, but do you have anything on any other topics? I'd like to see what you can do with another idea beside love. (Not that your work on love is bad, it's not, I just like to see a variety of work from writers.) __________________ https://rateyourmusic.com/~Blarobbarg ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆　^my RYM^　｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ (◠‿◠✿)

08-06-2013, 12:55 PM	#15 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Here's something a little different. I prefer poetry with some kind of structure to it, but there are ways to give structure to a verse besides just rhyming, like haiku for example. I'm intrigued with coming up with unique ways to give a poem structure. It's still a love sonnet though...kinda *The Lifeboat* Sequestered by the waters of life, trapped on an island of despair my horizon barren of hope going nowhere... Stripped of the clothing of contentment, naked on a cay of anguish my days barren of expectation it comes to me! Shrouded in moralistic servitude...had it been there all along? my heart barren of perception? Love is my lifeboat! (Becky P. 2013) Last edited by CoolBec; 08-07-2013 at 08:37 PM.

08-07-2013, 04:58 PM	#16 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	I found this one on the web and really loved it. There was no author listed. Morning sunlight cascaded onto golden tresses hypnotic, inviting. I watched the sway of her hips as she sauntered past old woodland trees beneath now leafy canopies. They swung… they swayed…. calling me; calling to my senses, …..come this way. Eyes darkly dilated with lustful dreams and fantasies I captured her and sought sweet lips beneath my own, exploring…. tasting…. Our tongues entwine dancing to loves melody…. beneath old leaves and vine. One finger trailed deftly between her breasts and I felt her heart ... …it quivered ..it fluttered and beckoned me, so I pushed her back gently palms pressed flat between her knees. and forced her wide…. (undenied). The flower of my dreams opened and my gaze now settles on her bud of fragrant petals ...swollen .....pulsing ......wanting… and her moist nectar gleamed like a rainbow beneath a stray sunbeam. I teased her , softly.... gently... then firm and fast (she would not last) and eased my fingers deep inside her velvet heat.... encased … graced… I relished her honeyed taste… ….so sweet. Her legs weighed heavy on my shoulders as I rose and held her pinned, my amour undimmed, and gently took her on my fist. Sweet torture… she rode me harder (with ardour) Our bodies now sun-kissed… So… my concerto was composed when I played a song of love beneath natures veils (my adoration prevails) and as my lady sang old woodland trees rang with her cries of wanton pleasure (my treasure... my treasure). ~Author unknown Last edited by CoolBec; 08-07-2013 at 05:25 PM.

08-11-2013, 10:25 AM	#19 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Some experiences are life changing... ============================================== *Innocence Lost* by Becky P. What made me want this...where's my self-worth? A life of moral dogma preached daily since birth My own private men's club in a cheap motel. Shouting to my brain, "You're surly going to hell!" The first one up I didn't know from a thief He was in me in an instant, his knife into my sheath A daggar thrust deep into the naive soul Of the innocent girl I used to know One after another, I was used to completion An endless assault of carnal contrition Would I miss the girl that walked through this door? My mind screamed "No!...this is you...to the core " Last edited by CoolBec; 08-16-2013 at 08:31 PM.

08-06-2013, 08:03 AM	#12 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	*Snow Angel* by Karen Godson (aka Sapphos_Poet) My eyes trickle over your sculpted hips like cool spring water caressing sun-warmed river rocks. I marvel at the purity of your ivory skin. Your body, so long untouched is flawless like the landscape after a midnight snowfall. I want to walk across it with feather-light fingertips; careful to leave no blemish, no sign I was ever here. Only, we would know.

08-06-2013, 10:57 AM	#14 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	^ Well, I'm ashamed to admit that I'm pretty much a one trick pony when it comes to writing poetry. My muse only works when I'm writing about something that moves me emotionally, and most of my stuff is very personal. I really should try to branch out though shouldn't I? Maybe you've inspired me!

08-08-2013, 05:27 PM	#17 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	I see it in your eyes a struggle to understand this gift that I must give of myself unto your loving hands. A demon inside fires my devient need that though you long to please you're reluctant to feed. You see it in my eyes... my longing gaze, never avert as you tend my desire. If you love me, make it hurt (Becky P. 2013)

08-10-2013, 02:33 PM	#18 (permalink)
CoolBec Psycho Hosebeast Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Southeast U.S. Posts: 122	Needless to say, song lyrics often make very good poetry. In 1883, French composer Leo Delibes wrote what is today a fairly famous opera named "Lakme". But more famous than the opera itself, is a very beautiful duet from the piece which has come to be know as "The Flower Duet". Though it is known for the beauty of it lovely and lilting melody, unbeknownst to those who don't speak French it also has a very moving lyric. Even in a rough translation, the words still stir the soul. Under the dense canopy where the white jasmine blends with the rose On the flowering bank, laughing with the morning, come let us drift down together Let us gently glide along it's enchanting flow and follow it's fleeing current On the rippling surface with a lazy hand Come let us go to the shore where the spring sleeps and the birds sing Under the white jasmine, let us drift down together ================================================== =========== Here's what it sounds like. Even if you're not an opera fan, give this a chance. It's quite lovely!