Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

[alexonedeath]

I like it Rick! You aren't getting older, you're getting better! I especially perked up when I read the line...

"if I cant be in your bed, I'll just sleep on the floor, sleeping next to the gin bottle that dirty filthy whore."

That's a gritty one for sure.

 

[verlup1]

Great poems RIck, I love the ending of sex addict. Go, go, go! Makes it seem not so bad at all. Molested is sad but kind of hot too. They're about obsessions, very passionate and strong emotionally.

 

[stustustugoo]

thanks guys!!!!!!!

 

[stustustugoo]

his soles are barefoot maps of paradise.
each wrinkle is a road to an oasis.
where taste enchants
where sexy smells entrance
till inhibitions lose all moral basis.
love reigns supreme
as tongue and toes perform a secret dream.
his soles are maps of barefoot paradise
new heaven has secured a brand new place
where sodomy no longer is a vice,
where his toes run through my hair and kiss my accepting face.
now come what may
we will survive
footlibs have saved the day






THE POWER OF FEET


to calculate how feet have mastered me,
multiply barefoot by infinity.
my hormones come alive, I scratch the walls
when his naked feet play footsie with my balls
feet and hands sex
by stroking ass cheeks, bellyflab and pecs







naked in summer moonlight as I sleep,
he enters the room barefoot, passions running deep.
where barefoot love becomes a contact sport
how does love change in ways we can report?
not merely felt
true love is tasted and passionately smelt

 

[alexonedeath]

The first poem makes even a NON foot person curious as to what all the excitement is about toes and soles. Your verse might be the catalyst necessary to turn dozens of ordinary citizens into ravening foot fetishists. :O

The Power of Feet is aptly named, because it begins so powerfully:

"to calculate how feet have mastered me,
multiply barefoot by infinity."

I love those lines! The poem ends on a high note as well, with the a rhyme that made me smile:

"not merely felt
true love is tasted and passionately smelt"

Thank you for writing for us, Rick!

 

[deaddirty]

Ricky, do you mind if I crash your thread for one short poem? Off-topic I know, but it doesn't seem starting a whole new thread just for this.

The Muesli Cousin

Prosperous and upper-class,
Shall I compare thee to an arse?
The anus of the common duck
Is not so tight,
Retains less shite.
A bowl of muesli, small but full,
Was “Far too much, it’s dear you know”.
Like it,
Your worth is twenty pence.

 

[stustustugoo]

Ricky, do you mind if I crash your thread for one short poem? Off-topic I know, but it doesn't seem starting a whole new thread just for this.

The Muesli Cousin

Prosperous and upper-class,
Shall I compare thee to an arse?
The anus of the common duck
Is not so tight,
Retains less shite.
A bowl of muesli, small but full,
Was “Far too much, it’s dear you know”.
Like it,
Your worth is twenty pence.

cool and different, a certain flair …….

 

[alexonedeath]

Deaddirty, whoever wrote The Muesli Cousin must be stopped, before he writes any more!

 

[deaddirty]

So are you going to come over and stop me personally?

And thanks Ricky.

 

[alexonedeath]

So are you going to come over and stop me personally?

No, but I have asked Carol Ann Duffy to talk to you. She's a right slapper.

 

[stustustugoo]

When the night wind changes course sending breezes from the north,
when farmer's fields lie brown and fallow and empty ropes swing from their gallows,
when children's faces are drawn and gaunt and earth bound spirits wail and haunt,
when eagles scan the barren snow and field mice shiver deep below

The dragon stirs deep in his lair, the townfolk sense him with despair,
the mountain rumbles as he wakes, he spreads his wings and the valley quakes.
he snorts and breathes a sulfur fire and his eyes his cache with dark desire,
gold and gemstones line his cave, a sea of diamonds with an emerald wave.

The trees are black against the snow, a lone warrior stands to face his foe,
chainmail clanking, his sword his honed, he goes to face his fate alone.

Fire breathing, wing spread vast, the warrior is at first aghast,
the dragon's chest and stomach too shine with gems of multi-hue

He slept so long upon his loot, he wore a jewel encrusted suit
he saw the warriors weapon glint and chuckled at his innocence

The dragon swooped and breathed his breath, the warrior smelled the scent of death.
many times the dragon dove and set aflame the field and grove.

Lost in this game he gave no thought to the warrior who mattered naught,
And as the dragon flew by low, the warrior drew his mighty bow.

The bow and arrows were elfin hewn, inscribed with words of ancient runes
the warrior held his breath and aimed and steeled himself against the flames.

The dragon saw the arrow cocked and turned his head, his eyes were locked.
the arrows flight was straight and true, and into the dragon's eye it flew.

The warrior was elected king, he wore fine jewels and heavy rings
But though he tried, he found no peace
For he had formed some strange bond with the beast

The corpse was plucked clean of it's jewels and all the people danced like fools
Though he was king of hill and glen, they never saw him smile again.









I write of a man named Edgar Allan Poe whose dark, tortured soul could not rest
His work is something every poet should know
These stories are among some of his best
"The Raven" was never more ghastly and grim, "The Pit and the Pendulum" did torture him, "The Valley of Unrest" was such a quiet place while "The Sleeper" dreams in peaceful grace. "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" were a mystery, "The fall of the house of Usher" had a gloomy history, "The Black Cat" was dead but suffered no pain, "The Tell Tale Heart" is what drove him insane, "The Masque of the Red Death", did conceal while "The Purloined Letter" did reveal, "The Premature Burial" was meant for the dead, while "Annabelle Lee" was the corpse bride he wed, "Spirits of the dead" found themselves alone, "The Conqueror Worm" that fed on human bone, "The Haunted Palace" was wandered by ghosts, while "Tamerlane" was written for the one he loved most

As the poetry flowed from his heart, one tragic day, death came to his door
Finally his tortured soul could depart
He would then pick up his pen nevermore

 

[alexonedeath]

The first poem is so unlike your usual versification. It's dark, yes, but it isn't so overwhelmingly violent and sexual, as has been much of your poetry. I can't recall you ever venturing into the fairy tale fantasy realm before, with dragons, kings, dancing peasants and star-crossed kings. I like it very much! You are breaking new ground as a poet.

Then we have your tribute to Poe! How clever of you to incorporate the titles of his many famous pieces into a brief, touching elegy. It brings back to me fond memories of so many of Poe's stories, especially The Fall of the House of Usher and The Masque of the Red Death. I need to reread all of his works. Your rhyming remembrance will probably cause Edgar to wake up in his casket, however briefly, to enjoy this latest plaudit. I think he died drunk, but he has had plenty of time to sleep it off.

 

[stustustugoo]

A poem for the season


't was the night before Christmas and santa was busy
the reindeers were antsy
the elves in a tizzy
the mrs. was tending the ovens like mad,
trying to turn out cookies to make out children glad
the woodchips were flying
the sawdust was thick
the workshop was bulging with toys from st. nick
contractors from sega, Nintendo and sony
were working on games about a robotic pony
I-phones and I-pads with virus removal
were packed in their boxes and stamped elf approval
last minute touches were added with flair,
while stylists tended to santa's white hair
elf tailors were making some last alterations to santa's red coat and his waist tribulations
the weather was fair as the weather elf stated
the routes were approved and departure was slated
bells had been polished and harnesses buffed while repairs were addressed
for the hooves that were scuffed
the antlers were festuned with ribbons and bells
and the reindeers were covered in elf flying spells
the clock approached midnight as santa was seated
the countdown began as the flight crew was greeted
the hour neared and the tension was growing
outside it grew cloudy and it began snowing
the santa just grinned as the weather elf winced
"don't worry my friend, our time has commenced"
for the weather was nothing to santa's conveyance
his reindeer and sleigh were immune to deleyance
with a whirl of his whiskers
and a flick of his wrist
the reindeers were launched in a flash of white star mist
and I heard him exclaim through his teleport ray
"alert TSA! tell them i'm on my way"

 

[alexonedeath]

Rick, that is WONDERFUL! A poem of this length, with so much rhyme and rhythm, is a major accomplishment. I really love the "conveyance/delayance" rhyme! Thank you for sharing your festive and poetic holiday production with us. Now you can restore your depleted energy with a plate of Xmas cookies and a glass of egg nog.

 

[stustustugoo]

THE NIGHT I MET SANTA'S REINDEER...……..

sit with me by the fireplace
I have a story to tell of when I met all of santa's reindeer
and I got to know them well

Dasher was the social one, the fastest of the herd
he loved to party all da and night
that's his statement, word for word

Dancer has great dance moves
and loves a celebration
but what made him stand our you ask?
his amazing hand-eye-foot coordination

Prancer loved to bake, you'd never see him with a frown
and his favorite Christmas song to dat?
of course it's santa clause is coming to town

Vixen was gifted with magic tricks and loved being the center of attention
but he often had the tendency to run late
a little flaw he forgot to mention

Comet was laid back and incredibly smart
always willing to lend a helping hand
this reindeer has a big heart

Cupid was so precious, didn't like when her friends were sad
she would sing joy to the world several times
to boost their ambition and make them feel glad

Donner loved to sing, he had an amazing voice
for him to have all the ladies screaming
santa baby was his choice

Blitzen enjoyed Christmas movies and in his spare time
you could catch him on stage with donner
as the two sang joyous rhymes

And then there's Rudolph, well, you already know about him
he was the one with the red nose
and if you ever saw him, even you would say it glows

So that's my story of how I met them all
such a loving and humble bunch
oh no! good grief! I must go now
I'm supposed to meet them all for lunch!

 

[phyzzique]

...........I'm supposed to meet them all for lunch!

I love venison too

 

[stustustugoo]

I love venison too

LOL……

 

[ArrowMan]

I never even knew all thems reindeers even had names !!

Ho ho ho soooo really, really soon ... there one night stand with Santa
must be so very crazy vexing!

 

[stustustugoo]

my last holiday poems for the year,



seasons yet to come

They gave us all a calendar at work this afternoon
suddenly it dawns on me
the year is ending soon!

comes January cold and gray
the new year is just beginning
and February short and bright
with valentine's hearts winning

comes March, the windy, roaring one
and warm the sun of spring
then April bringer of shining sky
and flowers blossoming

comes May, and school comes to a close
with children's happy laughter
then June, with open city pools
and picnics soon there after

July comes booming with a bang of red glared rockets blasting
then August lingers with its heat
that seems so everlasting

September, gold September comes
the year is growing older
October with sweet Halloween
the nights grow darker and colder

November smells of harvest, of turkey and Thanksgiving
December comes with joy and light
to fill the hearts of the living

each page I flip and see these things of days yet to come
my calendar is a door to me
an adventure that's just begun








we've reached the end of another year
where Christmas time is growing near
where friends and family we hold so dear
will soon feel the warmth of holiday cheer

is santa single? or is he married to mrs. kringle?
is it the wedding bells that jingle? or is is the reindeer when they mingle?
the brightest stars start to twinkle
as young hearts begin to tingle

this is a very special time for children of all ages and kind
to ask for whatever comes to mind and to see
if Rudolph's nose really shines

santa's laugh is so unique, yet so profound and makes his belle jiggle
all around as he lands his sleigh down on the ground
he tiptoes on the rooftops without making a sound

he gets out his list and checks it twice
have you been naughty or have you been nice?

santa's philosophy as another year leaves
always believe that your heart's desires can be achieved
keep your faith
and if you believe in yourselves
maybe one day you turn into santa's elves

 

[callmecaleb]

December comes with joy and light
to fill the hearts of the living

December also comes with dread and dark
to cut the hearts from the living.
My Yuletide dream.