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Post by Von K on Mar 13, 2019 21:53:24 GMT -5
Von, you're right. Sometimes I'm happy with the poem, and go ahead and post it, then later I revisit it, and start seeing little things jump out at me that I'd of done differently. I should maintain a couple week cooling off period, keep hitting it up every day or two, fine tune it. I'm trying to lean more toward brevity vs my typical epic sagas. I love writing short stories in verse, and sometimes the yarn isn't quickly told. But to 'go lean', you must keep working at it, taking out syllables etc where possible. You're also dealing with one of mankind's deepest themes. Even Shakespeare could never fully express it.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 20, 2019 20:26:28 GMT -5
Now our many new members can enjoy our fan poetry. I hope you find time to post some of your fave older works here, too? Bux, here's one of the Kane verse that I posted way back then. The Rhyme of the Dark CrusaderOn your solitary dark crusade Through a dozen lands you fight, As you boldly hunt down the men of blood, And the demons of the night. With slouch hat, pistol, sword and staff Who knows now where you roam? And who can aid your weary steps On the path you walk alone? You stride through the night like a solemn flame Your soul an incandescent fane, The shadows fear your whispered name: Solomon Kane, Solomon Kane. EndHey thanks VK. Tis great to see your Kane verses again. I like your grim new avatar with the hardman warrior stare. Very cool.
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Post by Von K on Mar 22, 2019 13:52:14 GMT -5
Hey thanks VK. Tis great to see your Kane verses again. I like your grim new avatar with the hardman warrior stare. Very cool. Thanks Bux, that be Macbeth, from the 2015 movie.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 22, 2019 18:40:00 GMT -5
~~~ Lost Power of Hecate ~~~Moon power, Witchcraft, herbs, poisons, had SheLong ago I served Goddess of the MoonAll the powers and pleasures she gave medid often make me laugh or scream or swoon.At her big Temple in Lagina ThraceI became High Priestess with moon glow facePower gave me hunger for endless lustI suckled too many loves at my bust.After a wanton long two-hundred yearsMy powers full, and it ended in tearsToo many dull eunuchs for my likingand too much moonlit rogue lightning striking.Hecate forbade me leaving her showSo during an eclipse, I sneaked to go.Now every Monday night from my Towerafter I take a nude moonbeam showerI bare my swaying bottom to the moonand fart a squeaky funky horn pipe tune.The big Ravens squawk loud with derisionat my shining display of rear visionThe dire Wolves chase their tails and gleeful howlMy bright cheeks bemuse a staring Eagle Owl.~~~~~[ by Buxom Sorceress --- 2013-19 ]----[pc33][ Inspired by Sardonikus [ a shining poet from the old forum ] This is a magical bawdy fantasy romp for everybody who is fascinated by the Moon and its mysterious 'powers'. I had lots of fun writing this 'mooning' poem. After the 1st verse, I changed the rhyming structure/pattern to make it easier for me.
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Mar 26, 2019 10:01:07 GMT -5
~~~ Lost Power of Hecate ~~~Moon power, Witchcraft, herbs, poisons, had SheLong ago I served Goddess of the MoonAll the powers and pleasures she gave medid often make me laugh or scream or swoon....
I had lots of fun writing this 'mooning' poem....
- What a fun, lunar topic for a poem! And that certainly looks like the rounded bottom of a moon goddess, there Sorceress! Fantastic job in your innuendo imagery! Comets and MoonbeamsIt should come as no surprise, to comet, star or dim, otherworldly wonder crouched upon the cosmos rim - That to wildly, spinning worlds, and to nebulae so fair, there is nothing so enticing, as a moony derriere -
Then black holes 'gainst their wills, do in awestruck wonder stare and with all their mighty might try so very hard to snare - Those glowing, curving globules, so enticing to the eye, in whose all-consuming love they wish eternally to lie -
Soft moons coyly peaking, from out behind a cloud, teasing curvy slivers - moonlight glistens like a shroud! A Universe then trembles, desire shouts with thunder peel! That only moons may sate, taking temper from comet steelA pattern in the sky forms where moons and comets tryst! Unbridled passions -- diving meteors writhe and twist! And dizzy,sated moons spinning round their gaping worlds, staring up at moons who 'bout them tease with spinning twirls...
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 27, 2019 8:07:03 GMT -5
~~~ Lost Power of Hecate ~~~ .... What a fun, lunar topic for a poem! And that certainly looks like the rounded bottom of a moon goddess, there Sorceress! Fantastic job in your innuendo imagery! Comets and MoonbeamsIt should come as no surprise, to comet, star or dim, otherworldly wonder crouched upon the cosmos rim - That to wildly, spinning worlds, and to nebulae so fair, there is nothing so enticing, as a moony derriere -
Then black holes 'gainst their wills, do in awestruck wonder stare and with all their mighty might try so very hard to snare - Those glowing, curving globules, so enticing to the eye, in whose all-consuming love they wish eternally to lie -
Soft moons coyly peaking, from out behind a cloud, teasing curvy slivers - moonlight glistens like a shroud! A Universe then trembles, desire shouts with thunder peel! That only moons may sate, taking temper from comet steelA pattern in the sky forms where moons and comets tryst! Unbridled passions -- diving meteors writhe and twist! And dizzy,sated moons spinning round their gaping worlds, staring up at moons who 'bout them tease with spinning twirls...Hey thanks very much Chris. My dancing witchy booty has probably seen far more moonlight than daylight? ==== And thanks for your nice related poem 'Comets and Moonbeams'. Good fun.
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Mar 28, 2019 10:04:46 GMT -5
What a fun, lunar topic for a poem! And that certainly looks like the rounded bottom of a moon goddess, there Sorceress! Fantastic job in your innuendo imagery! Comets and MoonbeamsIt should come as no surprise, to comet, star or dim, otherworldly wonder crouched upon the cosmos rim - That to wildly, spinning worlds, and to nebulae so fair, there is nothing so enticing, as a moony derriere...Hey thanks very much Chris. My dancing witchy booty has probably seen far more moonlight than daylight? ==== And thanks for your nice related poem 'Comets and Moonbeams'. Good fun. I saw the moon and the moon saw me
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Mar 31, 2019 15:49:51 GMT -5
~~~ THE TOWER OF LUST ~~~
From far below Kush through thick jungle and bush As I tried to escape further he chased me with a fervour.
He was aroused by my scent his slow pursuit would not relent. The Stygian border guards were slain as he nearly caught me again.
As the huge Tower of Thotha-Moon I climbed HE was grunting and following just behind. His huge head loomed over the top, his eyes did glow My bosom was heaving, I had nowhere to go.
In his mighty power I froze as he gently tore off my clothes. My wind-blown hair was a mess as I felt his leathery caress.
Held upside down by my ankles and licked by his huge tongue my flesh tingled and shuddered, the horrible end had begun? I heard a deep Stygian voice shout a booming command then sparkling magic gave me release from the big hand!
I was caught in the arms of a familiar guy as he swooped in on his mount and away we did fly! Below us we heard the most furious roar as high above the tower we did majesticly soar.
My thighs gripped the neck of the big bat-like flyer as Thotha laughed like a maniac and took me up higher. Thotha got his reward, together our bodies did rub We became the first members of the 'mile high club'.
Many more Stygian troops he did slay as back to his jungle, Konga stomped away. Although his enormous primate love for me was tragic would I re-visit Konga some day and kiss him with magic? ~~~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress --- 2006 /2019 ]----[pc31]
this is my updated fun tribute to the epic legend of Kong in my 'Hyborian Konga version'. with a changed version of 'Thotha-Moon'. ==== [ the meter is a bit messy in some different verses ]
~~~ Konga revisited: kiss of the Sorceress ~~~
My glowing hot magical kiss on his donga made him far more horny and stronger. My kiss made him dance so very excited his passion and power was explosive united.
He stamped through the big Stygian harbour smashing oared ships with his bellowing ardour. The Admiral's ship was swamped with white spume many troops drowned in that leviathan-doom.
Huge Konga was ensnared by 3 tentacles vast a Stygian Priest was chanting from top of high mast.
The tentacled-beast was ready to feast til I jumped down and strangled the maniac Priest His black tongue lashed my cheek as he shook with last breath his clawed hand dropped snake staff, his red eyes bulged in death.
I kept squeezing so hard while his dark heart fails I felt his spirit expire through my tight dug-in nails. Then I could see clearly, when down on the deck that my fury had nearly ripped off his neck.
Konga carried me gently back into his jungle deep He would caress me in his chest hair and rock me to sleep. Before I could return to the trail as a rover he held me upside down and licked me all over. I blew him a kiss which perched on his nose He waved a farewell and then sucked his big toes. ~~~~~
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Apr 1, 2019 10:11:54 GMT -5
~~~ THE TOWER OF LUST ~~~
From far below Kush through thick jungle and bush... ~~~~~ ~~~ Konga revisited: kiss of the Sorceress ~~~
My glowing hot magical kiss on his donga made him far more horny and stronger... ~~~~~
Holy Mitra, you must have hung-out all weekend with a shipload of sex-starved sailors swilling Korean genseng and doing libido-enhancing quarter-bounce shots of St. John's Root mixed with equal parts of vodka and the blood of sexy satyrs and succubi! Something certainly fueled these rich, enticing epics! Again, great job on the imagery, you've quite the imagination there, Sorceress! My poetic muse has been too busy of late for any new poems. And I never force them. Well, rarely. I did write a poem based on Tarzan the Terrible for a Burroughs fanzine which I quite literally had to nearly force out of me. I feel it was because my creativity was curbed with having to write within the confines of ERB's story (which is a favorite of mine btw). I just do much better when I allow myself free-rein, to write within the confines of only my own imagination, and not another's. I kind of wish I'd just written a generic Tarzan poem where I'd of had more breathing room, but oh well -- I picked it, I stuck it thru', but won't do that again (if I can help it). At the moment, I'm working on two separate writings, one being a neat little Tarzan story for my second submission to the ERB-APA. The last issue (#140) published my Tarzan and the Behemoth, written a few years back and revamped for the publication. The other thing is another article on A. Merritt for the DMR Books Blog (I'd written one other on collecting Merritt--a fun hobby I enjoy). Keep writin' 'em, Sorceress! Keep the Pit alive. Hopefully, I'll get an idea soon and spit something out. Matter of fact, I did get the germ of an idea this weekend while doing some yard work. I need to ponder it. It was only the first line or so that came to me.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Apr 13, 2019 20:34:44 GMT -5
~~~ THE TOWER OF LUST ~~~ ~~ Konga revisited: kiss of the Sorceress ~~
.... Holy Mitra, you must have hung-out all weekend with a shipload of sex-starved sailors swilling Korean genseng and doing libido-enhancing quarter-bounce shots of St. John's Root mixed with equal parts of vodka and the blood of sexy satyrs and succubi! Something certainly fueled these rich, enticing epics! Again, great job on the imagery, you've quite the imagination there, Sorceress! My poetic muse has been too busy of late for any new poems. And I never force them. Well, rarely. I did write a poem based on Tarzan the Terrible for a Burroughs fanzine which I quite literally had to nearly force out of me. I feel it was because my creativity was curbed with having to write within the confines of ERB's story (which is a favorite of mine btw). I just do much better when I allow myself free-rein, to write within the confines of only my own imagination, and not another's. I kind of wish I'd just written a generic Tarzan poem where I'd of had more breathing room, but oh well -- I picked it, I stuck it thru', but won't do that again (if I can help it). At the moment, I'm working on two separate writings, one being a neat little Tarzan story for my second submission to the ERB-APA. The last issue (#140) published my Tarzan and the Behemoth, written a few years back and revamped for the publication. The other thing is another article on A. Merritt for the DMR Books Blog (I'd written one other on collecting Merritt--a fun hobby I enjoy). Keep writin' 'em, Sorceress! Keep the Pit alive. Hopefully, I'll get an idea soon and spit something out. Matter of fact, I did get the germ of an idea this weekend while doing some yard work. I need to ponder it. It was only the first line or so that came to me. Dear Chris, thanks very much. Inspiration for a new poem will come again - when your mind is ready. [ i agree - no point in trying to force it. ] with me - it usually comes while i am very busy doing something else: [reading a great story? or even when making love? or on the toilet? ]. And then it wants to pour out thick and fast. faster than i can jot it all down. thats why i keep a notepad and pen in my bathroom, and 1 in my toilet. ~~~ Bog standard rhyming ? ~~~ Writing a new poem? don't make it a slog get it down on paper while you're grunting on the bog. Make sure you dont lose jot your treasure in a rush great ideas come in loos do not waste them in a flush? ~~~~~ [ by 'Buxie von Flushen' ]
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Post by themirrorthief on May 27, 2019 20:48:09 GMT -5
Magic Mirror on the pink crypt wall Reflecting back my wanton mating call. The last thing that I thought I could see: A mirror-thief having his way with me? Two loving ghostly figures entwined did curiously glow, and blow my mind. Then the romantic pictures were wiped clean But then replaced by frantic orgy scene. The panting Mirror got on my tits So I smashed it into a thousand bits. But the magic shards were quick reformed: A giant plasma Screen was thusly spawned. When I awoke next morn', curled like a cat I was wearing only a 'coolie' hat. ~~~~~ [ by Bux ] a cheeky fun tribute to 'talking magic mirrors', and to my creative friend Mirror-Thief. man, how did I miss this!!!!!!! brilliant, a work of true genius
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 29, 2019 8:13:57 GMT -5
[[ Magic Mirror on the pink crypt wall Reflecting back my wanton mating call. The last thing that I thought I could see: A mirror-thief having his way with me? ..... [ by Bux ] a cheeky fun tribute to 'talking magic mirrors', and to my creative friend Mirror-Thief. ]] ===== man, how did I miss this!!!!!!! brilliant, a work of true genius Gee, many thanks, Mirror-T. [ better late than never ] That wild verse was fondly and sincerely written by moi. == its amazing what other things you can notice when you pluck your head out of your ass - now and again?
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Jun 8, 2019 17:16:03 GMT -5
~~~ Sensations of Shadizar ~~~
To Where do many peoples travel from far including the rich, Kings Queens and Czar. Open your eyes wide and shout your hurrah But show respect by the Temple of Ishtar.
Do not linger in the maze of the Maul where thieves do go to spend their big haul Visit the pleasure domes and flesh hall where you can cheer the great wrestlers fall.
[verse 3 ] Shout your lusts at the veiled dancing star Thrown sweaty silks and big flying bra. Whores take your money, whoever you are. Erotic pleasures from weird to bizarre. Girls spank naked barbarian tied to a wheel kicking him round with a bloody spiked heel. Big breasts slap his face but he's numb to their feel The 'Priestess of Doom' inserts her huge Seal.
[v 5 ] Goods from the world overflow the bazaar Shifty sellers weave conning patter and 'blah'. Piped King Cobra sways up from big jar Gyrating snake dancers show how nimble they are.
Merchant Halls frequented by Princess Lord and Shah, There you can buy me a diamond Thong and Bra? In the mighty wicked city of Shadizar If you leave with your life, shout how lucky you are? ~~~~~ [ by Buxom Sorceress 2019 ]---[pp24]
Howard's Shadizar is an endless massive 'goldmine' source for poets and adventure writers. So dive in and twist it's moist dark riches round your tentacled quill?
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Post by ChrisLAdams on Jun 10, 2019 9:11:23 GMT -5
~~~ Sensations of Shadizar ~~~
To Where do many peoples travel from far including the rich, Kings Queens and Czar. Open your eyes wide and shout your hurrah But show respect by the Temple of Ishtar.... Excellent imagery! I've still not written any poetry of late. Something will come to me eventually. Glad you revived the thread, Sorceress, it had languished much of late.
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Jul 2, 2019 17:23:05 GMT -5
~~~ Sensations of Shadizar ~~~
To Where do many peoples travel from far including the rich, Kings Queens and Czar. Open your eyes wide and shout your hurrah But show respect by the Temple of Ishtar.... Excellent imagery! I've still not written any poetry of late. Something will come to me eventually. Glad you revived the thread, Sorceress, it had languished much of late. Thanks very much, Chris. Beware: you can easily get lost in Shadizar - for years.
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