Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

[old bearkill]

Spill my blood makes me think about the fictional character Hannibal Lecter when we meet him sitting in his cell.

Serial is interesting, i think You are talking to two persons. First You are turning Your words to the serial killer him self and how he is interacting with the news media. Then You are also talking to the reading audience, the public, and their craving for death, blood and gore. It is the serial killer in all of us.

Nota bene! If You are thinking about putting Alexonedeath's proposition in to practice, do n o t use Your fountain pen. The blood will clog it for good, You better use a steel pen or perhaps a quill

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[stustustugoo]

i agree old bear..........

[stustustugoo]

HIS FOOT PERFUME////////////

his foot perfume intoxicates completely,
my brain shuts down as in a drunkin stupor.
no way can i react or think discretely,
when foot stink pumps my dick to super duper.
as i inhale my poems begin to tell a barefoot tale.




DREAMIN........


the soles of his bare feet become my pillow.
i sniff and suck until the dream is real.
his body, supple as a springtime willow,
wiggles his toes and cock for one last thrill.
was i just dreamin?
if i was, i ask you, why are my hands and mouth full of semen?

[alexonedeath]

"HIS FOOT PERFUME" made me laugh! The phrase "...foot stink pumps my dick to super duper..." is sufficient, all by itself, to gain this poem immediate entry into an anthology. "DREAMIN" is spooky, because, though we may like semen well enough, we want to know where it came from. Who wouldn't hate waking up in the morning, after a night alone, to find a mouthful of spunk -- THAT ISN'T YOURS? :O

[old bearkill]

Less is More!

I like those to very direct and describing poems. The short poem often intensifies the feeling in powerful way. We can see the Japanese haiku as an example, a short descriptive sentence together with an, often abrupt, statement describing a feeling, a memory a sensory awareness.

[stustustugoo]

something different for you guys........................




the squirrels are getting fatter now, the leaves are still green.
they know somehow, they sense the unseen cooler air, although we cannot feel it there.
on sweaty skin we long for fall.
for it will come we know, after all the crickets are singing their song, and time tell us they can't be wrong
cold winds turning, they will comes soon as nature sings her special tune
colors appeared, and leaves then turned and nests were made just as they learned.
the squirrels prepared, they did not wait, they stayed on track tho fall was late

[alexonedeath]

Your poem about the inevitable, perennial changing of the seasons towards death would leave us feeling lost and hopeless if we didn't know there is also be a poem about Nature's never-ending rebirth.

[stustustugoo]

especially for alex, per his request....... enjoy alex!



it is morning in the spring and the birds they all sing, and the sun starts it's day and his bright face lights our way.
as i walk down the lane, i can see that it's plain, in the park kids play, looks to be a great day.
i look up in the sky as soft, white clouds drift on by, but no rain, the sky is blue.
oh what a day, what a view!
By the lane, a red rose is in full bloom, her charm shows and her scent fills the air with a smell that is so fair.
in the spring, it is said dreams of love fill our head,
so let's dig up a grave and start to misbehave!


Spring's Wings

birdsongs float on the breeze as dawn's light hit the trees
the sky has hues of gold as a new day starts to take hold.
spring at long last is here! with all her blooms
so fair such sweet scents she will shed with blush of pink and rosy-red.
all those cold days are gone
a soft breeze warms the dawn
no more snow, sleet or ice
the days are clear and very nice.
looks how the bees does dance
as buds take on a new stance
the joy of all things fresh and new
the roses are cooled by morning dew.
there's a song in my heart
which springs brings from the very start
spring gives me wings to fly
to reach up high into the sky

[alexonedeath]

tweet tweet...chirp chirp

YAY -- it's almost Spring!

"Spring's Wings" is Rick's answer to Hell's Bells.

[stustustugoo]

THE HORROR OF LOVE!!




you are gluttenous, wrathful and frigid
i'm always watching you, even as you sleep
we're killers with murderous instincts
i'll annihilate all that hurts you, spit on their low life headstones
we'll fill the graveyards, my psychotic sugarplum
floating on surreal beams, you never smelt so enticing
you're my deranged priest, my faith healer i will always come to and love
i'm feeling raptorial and incubus
I'll stuff you in my mouth, pull out your hair, cut your wind slightly, and eat you slowly
my love, you're provoking wrapped in a filthy fashion, you are royalty
let's make the weak bleed through their throats
the songs of murdered blackbirds are the songs of sunrise
bodybags full of rotten heads and cadavers covered in sores
their bones we will pulverize to dust
this is immortal condemned agony darling, let's continue this unholy alliance
bite my skin and drain me, eat my flesh
let me feel your loving emotion through your bloodstained fingertips
please enter my mouth while i'll hold your chambers and covet the sweat of your flesh
sing like angle frenzy, your nightwear is compelling, covered in gore
beautiful and terrifying let us proceed and some more

[alexonedeath]

That is one hell of a nightmare! I like "psychotic sugarplum" and "i'm feeling raptorial and incubus". Also, "smelt" is a wonderful alternative to smelled. You must've worn your poetry pen down to a nub by now.

[old bearkill]

Wow! Total Baroque! Rotting corpses, body parts, stench and death. I like it!

The from exhausting studies and maltreatment decrepit apprentice is eagerly watching his master. The dwarfish apprentice is waiting for the moment when he is going to kill his master devour his flesh and incorporate his person, his might and his knowledge.

[stustustugoo]

i like your depictions guys!!!!!!!!!!

[stustustugoo]

HEAVENS SCENT.........




take off your shoes and socks, you sexy dude!
give me a whiff of heaven to enjoy!
i kneel before you, passionate and nude.
ready to be your playmate and your toy
your instep yields
as my horny tongue sucks your sweaty fields

my tongue falls prisoner in between your toes
that squeeze the way a sphincter squeezes a dick
toes work like soldiers wrestling without clothes until the webbing ridge is wet and slick
my lips will slide
on one delightful tasty barefoot ride

[alexonedeath]

"Heavens Scent" is a paean to the aroma of toes, and the line "toes work like soldiers wrestling without clothes until the webbing ridge is wet and slick" is too wonderful! :D Emily Dickinson is jealous.