Rick's Poetry Corner. Focus on Male Feet

[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.

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[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! Emily Dickinson is jealous.

 

[Serzh Boy]

with great pleasure read these poetic lines, which he wrote stustustugoo.
I fully agree and agree with the author of these poems, because I myself am also a foot-lover.
The theme of the male foot fetish is not new, but everyone comes to this purely individually and personally. only one whose consciousness excites and makes the musky fragrance of the sweaty male feet tremble, understands and fully agrees with the author of these verses and their content.
oh yeah, for a real foot-lover, the smell of the feet is the best of all the most exquisite scents. this fragrance is better than the smell of perfume.
when I first smelled the feet of a tightly sleeping young guy, I realized that it was deeply rooted in my mind forever. the smell of men's feet excites my nerves, imagination, makes all the fibers of my soul tremble ...
The beauty and shape of the male feet was sung by the artists and sculptors of the Renaissance. Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, Michelangelo.
Yes, God created the human body in perfection. and the most perfect is precisely the male feet, their shape, color, skin texture and aroma worthy of the highest utterance and praise. I sincerely wish the author of these poems further successes in poetic loyalty.

 

[old bearkill]

Your latest poem is beautiful pornographic description of fetischistic delight.

I like it very much.

 

[stustustugoo]

GACY CLOWNS AROUND!!!!!



i paint on my smile. i paint happy eyes, you'll never see me behind this disguise!

a balloon little boy?
made just for you?
i can do magic tricks, i sing and dance too! you trust me, right?
i'm only a clown. let's take a ride.
we'll just drive around!

don't tell your mom, don't tell your dad, it's our little secret, it's ok to be bad!

let me show you my house, let me walk you downstairs, you'll like it here, your parents don't care
I'll love you, you don't mind if i touch you?

we'll both feel so good! you're standing just now where another boy stood, and all of the others before him.

bou you're different! i feel it, i just know you're the one.
my hunger is so strong now, so let's have some fun.

you won't try to run, will you, i hunger, i need, feed my desire before i make you bleed.
i've tired off the others. so blue, stiff and cold. you're so warm and fresh. it's you i need to hold.

do you like my hands around your throat? choking your life out?
can you feel yourself start to bloat?

i need to taste so warm so fresh
i sink my teeth in your young, tender flesh.

young blood so sweet, but now here you lie, slumped at my feet.
i have a freezer for the rest of your meat. i tell you, the life of a clown id always filled with painted on kindness but who said it was paint?
maybe it's blood. trust me, would you like a piece of candy?

 

[alexonedeath]

This is a job well done and a poem well written! You wouldn't even have had to mention Gacy in the title. The subject is unmistakable. The poor boys...I imagined all 30 or so of them as they went through this hell, one by one. Clowns and priests in general have developed an unwanted and unwarranted disreputation.

 

[old bearkill]

Yes please Stustustugoo i will take Your candy even it is bad for my teeth.

I was reading about Gacy. Poor boy, poor man he was bullied from kindergarten to execution. Gacy was an abused child and he got the death sentence for being abused. I guess the attorney got a good promotion for his successful prosecution.

Behind Gacy clownish smile i can see the evil grin of his father, his relatives, teachers, schoolmates and the rest of the society. We create the pain and goes unpunished, Gacy does the killing and we kill him.

 

[alexonedeath]

I think Gacy should have made an effort to find and kill those specific individuals who bullied him. That still would have been a crime, but it would have been a more righteous one. His lashing out at these boys, who had nothing at all to do with his suffering, was lazy and wrong, and it was more than deserving of execution. That's what I think.

 

[old bearkill]

I think Gacy should have made an effort to find and kill those specific individuals who bullied him. That still would have been a crime, but it would have been a more righteous one. His lashing out at these boys, who had nothing at all to do with his suffering, was lazy and wrong, and it was more than deserving of execution. That's what I think.

You are absolutely right. What i tried to do in my comment was not to defend Gacys actions but to understand the human Gacy. The grown up man who inside still was an abused child and a devastated soul.

 

[stustustugoo]

CONFESSIONS OF A KILLER

barbs that cut into their weak epidermis, just like a hot knife thru butter
their screams are muffled into my sock gag, they wheeze, spit and sputter

my work is nearly done, as i step back to ponder and admire, a human being, unable to move bound by my metal wire

i bare no ill will, in fact we've never met until now
a happenstance of chance whether man or boy the motions are the same as we do this little dance

a script in my head they soon will be dead there will be no switching of gears
they beg and plead, they cough and cry, it falls upon my stone deaf ears

i find no pleasure in these things i do, it's a job and nothing more
i'm told who and when by the voice in my head that instigates this gore

the time has come to end this game, their pain is not my need
to end their life at ten 'o clock tonight is how i will succeed

the ten 'o clock killer is my name De Plume, silly it may be
a job to do with a schedule to keep much like you to some degree

i will meet my maker when the time is right as the voice makes so clear
and from what i can tell my reward will be hell of this i have no fear

so keep an eye on the clock, or maybe your watch because every now and then i roam these streets for a victim to meet before the chimes strike ten

 

[stustustugoo]

POWER PLAY COMPLEX

they sit and stare without a sound, wide eyed terror, gagged and bound
smile please, do not sneer one likes to have a souvenir

spending many a pleasant hour, exercising my complete power, mine to do with as i will, delay the end, prolong the thrill

i love they always plead, as i sit back and watch them bleed
cold water prevents a relieving sleep
how i love it when they weep

rather sad it always ends, just as we were becoming friends
one last cut before the hush
one final euphoric rush

there is no shadow of a doubt
to take a life and snuff it out
gets one drunk on the effects
time to move on to the next

 

[stustustugoo]

INTERFICI INTERFIERCE

have you ever felt that feeling as you walk up the stairs
here you dwell, i would not dare
there's something in the darkness giving me this scare
on the back of my neck i feel bristling hair

in my dreams its form is back
this feeling lurks in black
it is reason that i lack
i fear that on my spine he will snack

its form is beginning to take shape
as sharp as the dagger held to my nape
such terror leaves jaws agape
only to be sealed shut with tape

blood flows freely across my skin
this darkness is only waiting to begin
with his slices he feels no sin
he has no care, not even for his kin

i am a sociopath
you've just witnessed my work, my wrath.
plus me, minus them the devils math
what has brought me down this path?

the body falls into pieces on the floor, the useless filler
his death to me was just a fleeting thriller
compared to my eyes there are none chiller
this is the work of a serial killer