Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

[stustustugoo]

ELLA'S SPOOKY NIGHT OF CHRISTMAS TERROR


Ebon was the night and the road was winding
The thunder struck and the lightning was blinding
One moment of peace Ella was intent of finding
A good safe haven she was trying to discover
A terrible gruesome occurrence she did uncover
It was about the last time she saw her lover

They had driven home from the Christmas ball
He wore a black tuxedo, she wore an ivory shawl
Memories of the perfect night she did recall
When they arrived back home, Josef acted weird
And another psychotic episode Ella had feared
Unexpectedly his other personality appeared

His eyes turned crimson with sweat pouring down his cheeks
The sight of it was so abhorring
He no longer was affectionate nor adoring
Ella was full of fright, for this happened before
And she didn't know if she could take it anymore
Little did she know all the horror that was in store

Just then she saw an apparition in the old mirror
She shouted in fear then saw the face quite clear
It was her dead mother who was coming near
She reached through the glass and pulled Ella's hair
Ella's eyes opened wide and she began to stare
Why this was happening she was very unaware

Face down Ella fell to the floor and passed out,
Then awoke in a panic and began to scream and shout
She wondered what this madness was all about
Josef came running and Ella saw his fiery
Her eyes wet with tears made him look blurry
So she got up fast and ran to the attic in a hurry

Whenever Josef's mind changed his personality
He acted like he was drowning in immorality
Ella never understood this strange mentality
She heard screeching and intense exasperation
So she ran back down there from the attic in severe desperation
Then she saw her mother's ghost in the middle of a transformation

She turned into a demon with blood descending
Down from her Emerald eyes so transcending
Josef's neck the demon seemed to be apprehending
Right in front of her eyes she sucked out his soul
Drank up his essence and then swallowed him whole
Even though she feared him it was her dear husband her mother stole

This demon was spine chilling right to the bone
But this deep insanity she could not condone
She took a flame from the fireplace made of stone
In a mania she threw it to the demon with might
In an instant she saw a medallion flashing light
The demon blazed and turned into ash
Gone from Ella's sight

Her knees bowed and her hands grasped her face
For her dear husband she could no longer embrace
Her mother became a demon from a hellish place
She knew not what to do except to run to her car
And drive somewhere else extremely far
She was still in shock from a night so bizarre

 

[stustustugoo]

WEREWOLF


So full it heralds now the beast
To stir the change and prepares to feast
Its shining light upon your skin
The scream from somewhere deep within
An ancient call to spirits dark
Who hold the key and cause the spark
The metamorphosis is pain
It splits the skull and assaults the brain

As nails to talons now transform
So muscles, bone and flesh reform
The dark macabre appears for real
Makes no attempt to be shy or conceal
And born the beast desires to feed
Its driving force its ethos creed but you are new age and resist
But ancient lure does here persist

The wolf is now, it wants, it smiles, it taunts, it dominates, beguiles
So to the blood red moon you call whilst fauna fore your weapons fall
The pull of She, the moon is great
Your violence now will communicate
Your mood, a tide and angry sea
Yet still within a cry, a plea

And then with time the beast subsides
Into the dark where it resides
So to the sky the sun is met
And for what you have done no sadness or regret
The moon has passed
The reigns to He
Who holds control with majesty
Your change is halted in the Sun's shine
A gift from God and thus divine

 

[callmecaleb]

I fear the beast. I fear the beast will emerge from his lair but not subside back into the dark and my strength will fail and he will consume me. Dear God, let me die before this certainty.

 

[alexonedeath]

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

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

I had always assumed the reindeer were all guys. Now I learn that at least one of them was a female! :[ Comet's gender is as yet unknown, but the damage to the reindeer team's manly spirit has already been done...by Cupid. Girls ruin everything! Rick, "THE NIGHT I MET SANTA'S REINDEER...…….." is educational, and it serves as an easy (and fun) way to remember which deer to shoot down on Xmas Eve. Make Santa's Sleigh Team Great Again (i.e. ALL MALE)!

 

[alexonedeath]

my last holiday poems for the year

The first poem is titled "seasons yet to come", but the second one? Did you forget to name it, or is it "untitled" like many works of modern art?

I wish that the part of the first poem that reads "...August lingers with its heat / that seems so everlasting" was true. I have no use for the other seasons. The second poem is so family-friendly! You need to cash in with a book for children. Madonna did it, and so can you!

 

[alexonedeath]

After reading "ELLA'S SPOOKY NIGHT OF CHRISTMAS TERROR", I think Ella did the right thing by driving very far away...although she really should have gotten the hell out the first time it happened to Josef. Her mother and her husband and her home were all bad news, and, if she wants any peace in life, she needs to see an exorcist. I suspect she has something inside of her that's acting as a demon magnet.

 

[alexonedeath]

"Werewolf" strongly suggests that vampires have it easier when it comes to passing unnoticed amongst the human populace. For the werewolf, "As nails to talons now transform", he could, I suppose, wear gloves, but what's he going to do about his face, fully covered by hair? People are going to stare.

 

[ArrowMan]

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"

So totally creative
... and just goes to prove that Santa has for sure kept up with the times:
" ... I-phones and I-pads with virus removal ..."

AND one advanced, smart cookie, Santa is:
"... teleport ray ..."

Bravo, StuStu!
I am certain Santa will be extra good to yous!



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[ArrowMan]

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!​

Let's HEAR IT for ALL these reindeers!

FINALLY thems other hard-workin' reindeers get more recognition!
And each their own "reindeer" at that !!

SO Rudolf, maybe yous will now become
"Rudolf, the GreenNosed Reindeer !!

And remember, envy is "NAUGHTY and NOT nice!


Another awesome creative poem,
StuStuStu !

I am sure
Santa
will be extra NICE to yous!



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[ArrowMan]

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

Both poems are so much smiling fun to read,
"Seasons to Come" and "Year's End."

THANKS so much,
yous so gifted genuine poet,
StuStuStu.

Thanks for bringing us all such positiveness and definite good cheer;
what this world so desperately needs
for ALL the Seasons
this coming New Year.




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[ArrowMan]

ELLA'S SPOOKY NIGHT OF CHRISTMAS TERROR


Ebon was the night and the road was winding
The thunder struck and the lightning was blinding
One moment of peace Ella was intent of finding
A good safe haven she was trying to discover
A terrible gruesome occurrence she did uncover
It was about the last time she saw her lover

They had driven home from the Christmas ball
He wore a black tuxedo, she wore an ivory shawl
Memories of the perfect night she did recall
When they arrived back home, Josef acted weird
And another psychotic episode Ella had feared
Unexpectedly his other personality appeared

His eyes turned crimson with sweat pouring down his cheeks
The sight of it was so abhorring
He no longer was affectionate nor adoring
Ella was full of fright, for this happened before
And she didn't know if she could take it anymore
Little did she know all the horror that was in store

Just then she saw an apparition in the old mirror
She shouted in fear then saw the face quite clear
It was her dead mother who was coming near
She reached through the glass and pulled Ella's hair
Ella's eyes opened wide and she began to stare
Why this was happening she was very unaware

Face down Ella fell to the floor and passed out,
Then awoke in a panic and began to scream and shout
She wondered what this madness was all about
Josef came running and Ella saw his fiery
Her eyes wet with tears made him look blurry
So she got up fast and ran to the attic in a hurry

Whenever Josef's mind changed his personality
He acted like he was drowning in immorality
Ella never understood this strange mentality
She heard screeching and intense exasperation
So she ran back down there from the attic in severe desperation
Then she saw her mother's ghost in the middle of a transformation

She turned into a demon with blood descending
Down from her Emerald eyes so transcending
Josef's neck the demon seemed to be apprehending
Right in front of her eyes she sucked out his soul
Drank up his essence and then swallowed him whole
Even though she feared him it was her dear husband her mother stole

This demon was spine chilling right to the bone
But this deep insanity she could not condone
She took a flame from the fireplace made of stone
In a mania she threw it to the demon with might
In an instant she saw a medallion flashing light
The demon blazed and turned into ash
Gone from Ella's sight

Her knees bowed and her hands grasped her face
For her dear husband she could no longer embrace
Her mother became a demon from a hellish place
She knew not what to do except to run to her car
And drive somewhere else extremely far
She was still in shock from a night so bizarre

This poem is most scary and dark ...
yet the darkness does not totally win by a long shot.

For Ella, who is searching for
... a good safe haven she was trying to discover ....
is spared, a true miracle indeed.

For I interpret the "good safe haven" she was seeking to discover
actually to be Heaven.

Indeed, a "good save haven" for ALL
which Christmas once again reminds us of
and freely offers us.

Thanks be to the One who arrives at Christmas time,
to save ALL from darkness and demons.

A time of
New Beginnings
of fleeing and purposefully leaving behind ALL the demons
that presently rule of lives.
A time of redemption and renewal
and not damnation.

Thank you, StuStuStu, so much.



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[jackienchan]

japanese

 

[ArrowMan]

StuStuStu,

Yous is quite the poet!

I hope the New Year brings us more of your creative poetry.

As my above OVERALL comments
some of which I just posted this past day
(Dec 22nd, 2018)
so so indicate ....

We MEN are complex creatures;
creatures of potent dark horny lusts and also creatures
of "the better angels of our natures"


This quote comes from
USA President Abraham Lincoln
during the most bloody and horny manly war
in ALL USA history
being the
American Civil War
(1861- 1865)
during which historians now estimate up to
750,000 HOT bearded-faced, handsome, fit and strong
manly footsoldier MEN
were purposely MADE to DIE from gettin' dead KILLED in battle
by other such
HOT manly footsoldier MEN.


Here at CDG,
the potent dark horny lusts command the day!

Yet thank you in ALL of your above amazing poetry to cover BOTH
fundamental natures of MEN ...
the dark yet the angelic, too
again, a constant struggle for so many,
so so is!


I hope the New Year will find you sharing more inspirational
and
especially BONER homoerotic manly poetry with all of us here !!


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[stustustugoo]

A BAREFOOT HIGH....

your feet intoxicate me to near madness
their stink transcends the goodness and the badness of worldly things,
much the same way your penis creates its own reality between us
I shrimp and fly into the comfort of a bare foot high



REFRESH ME

forget the wine, forget the yule tide drink
refresh me instead with your feet and masculine stink
I want to feel the warmth of fleshy soles as your toes tap
love notes on my receiving holes
rub me with feeling till sphincter, tits and dick send my senses reeling



we fuck each other on a king size bed
we take a break, and give each other head
we are two vulgar animals in heat until the night
we sniff each other's feet

oh song of love! oh lovely transformation
who could imagine this sublime sensation!
we enter love, love in a barefoot way
and all is light, sunshine, an unending day

 

[callmecaleb]

The taste and smell of a rank, reeking foot = sublime orgasm.
Tongue licking flaky scuzz from between toes = pure passion.
Rick enters Paradise.

 

[alexonedeath]

I was reading "A BAREFOOT HIGH....", and had just recovered from the shock I always experience at the sight of the word "penis" (I'm still a schoolboy at heart), when I was brought to an abrupt halt by the word "shrimp". I studied and pondered but could not make sense of it. Is "shrimp", apparently used here as a verb, a typo? If not, I am curious to know what it means.

"REFRESH ME" is a schoolboy's dream, as its opening stanzas are full of titillating words, like "sphincter", "tits", "dick" and "fuck". Then, most mysteriously, it knocks the dirty boy on his arse with closing lines that are as lovely as a Shakespeare sonnet.

Rick, your poetic style changes from poem to poem, and even from line to line, and that's what makes reading your verses such a joy.

 

[stustustugoo]

IN THE CEMETARY I WALK SO DARK IT IS THIS NIGHT,
HOPING THAT THE GHOULS WON'T START TO BITE.
I FEEL THE TUG OF THE DEAD, AS EACH GRAVE I PASS.
THANKFUL THAT THIS NERVOUS TENSION WILL INDEED NOT LAST.

ARMED WITH MY ANIMATION SUPPLIES,
I STARE OUT AT ALL THE GREEN GLOWING EYES.
A CHICKEN FROM MY BLOODSACRIFICE,
FOR RAISING THE DEAD THERE'S ALWAYS A PRICE.

THE SALT KEEPS THE DEAD INSIDE.
USING THE MACHETE OUR MAGIC WILL RIDE.
SALT IS FOR EVERYBODY'S PROTECTION
COLD STEEL SEALS OUT ANY DECEPTION.
TO PRIME THE EARTH SO THE DEAD WILL RISE,
CAST THE BLOOD AND CREATE OUR TIES.
FOCUS MY ENERGY AND THE GROUND STARTS TO SHAKE.
WINDS RIP THROUGH THE AREA AND THE ONLOOKERS QUAKE.

I COMMAND ALL THAT IS AT LEAST THREE DAYS DEAD.
JUST ENOUGH TIME FOR THE SOUL TO MOVE AHEAD
BORN WITH THIS POWER AS A NECROMANCER,
WHEN I WILL MY POWER ALL THE DEAD HAVE KNOWN TO ANSWER.

I LOOK TO SANDRA HUDSON, WHO HIRED ME TO RAISE BILLY BUDSON,
TO RAISE THE DEAD AND HEAR THEIR SCREAMS.
I CALL ILLYANNA DE LA COUR FROM HER DEEP, DARK GRAVE
HER WORDS ARE VERY SCARY SO YOU MUST BE VERY, VERY BRAVE

 

[callmecaleb]

More! Don't stop!

 

[alexonedeath]

It is my understanding that this latest poem has something to do with one of Arrowman's recent adventures. Could Larr have been in a graveyard late at night, or maybe at a battlefield like Gettysburg, raising the dead? I gather from the tone of Rick's verses that Arrowman had best be careful. Necromancy is DANGEROUS!

 

[stustustugoo]

For those of you who are interested
Here's some brand new foot poetry
Hope whomever reads it enjoys!



bare feet are like a rush of life and love.
foot sniffing groups that I am a member off
we find love and meaning in the soft toe webbing where passions always rise and are always ebbing
feet in my hair prove barefoot heaven can be most anywhere



Poem 2:

Things we never knew about the wild west



cowboys and injuns, working in cahoots,
once sniffed each other's moccasins and boots.
back in the bunk house, bootless, drunk and nude
they all slurped each other's toes like a starving baby with baby food.
cowboy's when sleepy often snuggled with barefoot injuns in their tipi




Poem 3:

LAPDANCE:



lover, I am so available! Please call me!
I only want your feet, no need to ball me.
take off your shoes and sox and for an hour I'll give your toes and soles a hot saliva shower.
then for a treat you can give me a lap dance with your big, bare feet

a lap dance with bare feet, oh dude! just do it!
it's what I want, I think you always knew it.
pull up a facing chair and dance your toes against my shaft until the bugger blows.
once we're all through, I'll suck your toes clean and give them back to you

cover my face with feet, I want to feel
the softness of your toes, the strength of your heel.
the essence of your manhood in a smell cast an erotic aromatic spell.
wiggle a little
my tongue will lick your soles with loving spittle

give me a lap dance with your big, bare feet.
make it original, unique, complete.
when your big toe has found that tender spot under my penis, give it all you got!
this must be why if a guy has a stranger I can still love the guy

give me a lap dance, do it with your feet
I want to feel the joy of barefoot heat.
I want your toes to dominate my bed, to hug, to rub, to squeeze my penis head.
and when I blow, I want to suck the cum from your big toe