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Cyndi MacMillan is a well-rounded writer who embraces many genres and forms. Her work has been published in local newspapers and has won contests. She enjoys reading literary journals, and she is actively pursuing publication within their glossy covers.

Verse is both magnetic and kinetic. She attempts - madly- to give equal attention to her poetry, short stories, and a novel-in-progress, the Trim of Wicks.  Regardless of genre, she focuses on language. One word has the power to repel or pull. She never forgets the reader and does her best to make their ride interesting.

Poetry soup is a good forum which enables people from around the world to share poetry. It has some great resources and provides a nice space for friends to meet.

Cyndi lives in a small town in Ontario with her husband, young daughter and far too many books.

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My SPICE BOX WINNERS... IS IT HOT IN HERE?


Blog Posted:2/28/2013 10:31:00 PM



Okay, now, I was fairly sure that my contest would fill up quickly, but, lol, SIX DAYS? Oh, you passionate, sexy as all get out, poets. Who knew? Even the more... reticent... of you dug your heels into this one (oh, I’m sooooooo bad.)

So many of you SURPASSED my challenge, awed me, left me a little .... flushed.  But a few of you either 1) entered forms which have less than 8 lines 2) wrote romantic poetry, lovely, yes, but not sensual. Only 1 poem crossed the explicit language borderline and refused to edit... I thank the poets who slapped on a fig leaf or two to appease ALL eyes.

Now, first I must say, as a parent, I am aware that my daughter will learn sex education in grade school. I am not happy about this. It seems all so clinical. Cold. Where’s the heart?

I believe that it is up to poets to ensure that beautiful, descriptive and emotive verse continue to be written which transcends the physical into the ethereal, as it has been done for thousands of years.


I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC!

Language can be art, language can create sensual art, sensual art can be a masterpiece.

YOU PROVED IT.

Thank you to every person who entered my contest, including a poet who thought I needed conversion (I’ll stop myself there. See, I’m getting better. LOL.)

This was the hardest contest that I’ve ever judged (again, I’ll stop myself, LOL) I struggled with placement ... studying language, device, flow, imagery.... I’m bleary eyed, dazzled by your craftiness.

I did award higher placements for originality, avoidance of the overly familiar and clichés.

You should feel proud of yourself. I know that for many of you, this is NOT a comfort zone. 

Lastly,
I want to thank the Soup Team for allowing me to host this party and for kindly reminding poets of Soups regulations. I trust that they will find these poems worthy of the winners hall for their beauty!

Hugs to everyone,
Cyndi





1st Place

Crimson Tide Time
By
Charlotte Puddifoot

Cornering me in the bedroom's corner, you say it doesn't matter
if the lunar clock is striking twenty eight;
we can set ourselves adrift, unpick the anchorage,

the tide turning for our pleasure.
The slide inside smoother, slicker, tonight;
oddly intimate, skin-to-skin, coral depths pulling you in.

The red wave gathers, breaks, slowly spills and seeps,
creeps down my leg; neither of us cares.
We're lost in lunar loving beneath a bloodstained moon.

Our bodies cling and cleave, braced against the heave
of the current, wave upon wave of carnal carmine;
plunging deeper into the red sea,

your urging surging through me,
pulsing forward with the flood of my blood,
wet, now, with the cochineal essence of me.

Scarlet secrets of the sea cave within;
each warm gush brings a fresh flush of lust,
as the red anemone of my womb

tenses to release rivulets of rubies
and my muscles contract redly round you,
swelling to hold you with a hotter grip.

We're maroon-mottled, musky with lust,
as the crimson current churns and swirls around us.
And we're surrendering to it, going with the flow,

our skin streaked with scarlet tidemarks,
slippery with passion's puce pattern,
as the sea sweeps a new sensuality ashore.

You're dizzy-drunk on my body's heady claret,
sweat-silvered and ruby-jewelled, as you slowly withdraw,
leaving a smattering of glistening garnets on the bedroom floor.



Dizzy-drunk, indeed! This poem took my challenge and spun it on its heels. This blends raw heat with careful craft. This could be studied, as far as I’m concerned. It has it all: language, alliteration, clever rhymes that hum without a sing-song in the bunch, word play, imaginative verbs and precisely selected adjectives. The lines are built like waves, underscoring the theme of the poem, echoing its give and take. Metaphor magic won this poem its top spot. My favourite? The cochineal essence of me. Exactly so. Congrats, Charlotte. I am so glad you entered this bold piece. Art, this!



2nd Place



The Distant Flame
By Catie Lindsay

A paramount flame enraptures to rule,
unearthing the spicy array of my senses,
the reverie of Spring cautiously subdued,
a syncopated beat, three steps beyond pretentious.
Longing for that vision seen only in glimpses,
beyond the tide of what is still becoming real,
as passion burns its slow decay upon my defenses,
Baby, you make me feel!

I close my eyes to a thousand stars,
on a velvet curtain of the night,
and the Braille pathways of my heart,
submerge discreetly into your river of light.
I become caught and raptured in utter delight,
throwing open the soul of all that is real,
as your image dominates my inner sight,
Baby, you make me feel!

Blowing holes through the canopy of night,
touching your lips, meeting your gaze,
stormy passions toss apprehension aside,
restless abandon ventures beyond the haze.
Violet, in subjection to your silky ways,
smokey, the thoughts that make time stand still,
wistful and fervent this fire flames,
Baby, you make me feel!

As distant, sultry fires tax us,
two single spokes on an ever spinning wheel,
the Earth resumes spinning on it's axis,
but Baby, you make me feel!



I heard an echo of Cohen’s Suzanne in this modified Ballade. The refrain is about emotion and each line is an exploration of the senses, but done in such a way as to indicate that never once is thought, the moment and/or self  forgotten. If anything, this poem magnifies how erotic intelligence can be.  Certain images left me stunned ... too many to mention in one blog! This is hauntingly lovely... congrats, Catie. I’m dazzled!







Pretty Little Lace
BY Melani Udeta


wrapped tight;
the softest shackles
Braided like arms .
weaving us together ,

How tight will you tie,
how much can I take?
Before the ribbon breaks,
pretty little lace

splitting all over the floor
I want to be free
you pretty little ribbon
they can have that face

My laughter carries on the wind
I have my release
constricting little ribbon
In pieces, reckless abandon



Oh, so so much naughty in so few lines,and done with such a subtle weaving of words as to be reminiscent of courtly love poems or perhaps the erotic poetry of the ancient Egyptians. There are layers upon scanty layers of meaning, double meanings, here.... playful to the max! Complexity paralleled by simplicity. Lovely, intense. Fantastic.


3rd Place


The Ceiling Fan
By Joe Flach

Like fallen warriors,
we collapse side by side,
glistening in the sweaty afterglow. 

Limbs still entangled,
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare at the blades of the bedroom fan
slowly circling above.

A lone,
satisfying sigh
escapes in between your deep,
cleansing breathes.

Your smile
reflects in the brass, ball base
of the rotating fan.
I smile in return,
unable to rescue my gaze
from the fan
cooling off our steaming bodies.

Slowly,
your right hand moves;
fingers entangle with those on my left. 
I still taste you on my lips.

I silently laugh to myself
upon the realization that I still have one sock on;
the other dangling on the end of a fan blade. 

The remainder of our clothes
strewn around the room
as if the hamper had exploded. 
Your brassiere
ruined when I removed it
with my teeth.

Beads of sweat roll down my thigh
where our legs remain interlocked –
I love the smooth contrast of your skin
against my sun dried legs. 

The ever so slight breeze
created by the fan
is starting to dry our exposed skin
as we slowly regain strength.

The circling blades hypnotize. 
The subtle,
rhythmic hum
from the fan motor
mixes with the recent memory
of the rhythmic dance
just concluded. 

Your hand,
now lightly brushing against me,
is re-energizing my engine. 

Slight,
involuntary movements
near your finger tips
indicate our dance may not yet be over.

I blink
to interrupt my transfixed,
mesmerized relationship
with the ceiling fan,
so I can once again
concentrate on you.

Energy restored –
as if pumped back into our souls
by the bedroom fan –
the warriors re-engage
in battle once again. 

A battle in which
each warrior wins.




I loved the theme, the playfulness, REAL-ness of this piece. Captured, the dual nature of man and woman’s relationship with each other, the need and hunger, love and friendship, which will be eternally mixed with a small degree of polarization, cross currents. The poem takes its time, does not rush, allows us to see that reflected couple, duplicating theme with delivery, always a hit with me! The last lines linger.  Congrats, Joe!



Midnight Secrets
By PD

In the dark, I came alive
~tonight
I found my way
~into the light

Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten,
Towards the wind, I listen!
Skin of envy and gold,
My limbs suddenly unfold,
Gracefully I follow the air,
I found myself without a care,
Every meaning, every feeling felt erotically insane,
Seductively, the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight
~into the night.

My breast, not of a little girl
Beyond the hazes, into another world
My life unto this point had been a riddle
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle

Circles with motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch my self gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
I want to see, and embrace the secrets inside me,
I squeeze the damp enigma charcoal sheets-
moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Tucking my silk pillows, groping my knees,
I rub my lids slowly, satisfaction complete,
Falling back into the realm of counting sheep.
~Tonight



I’m reminded of Nancy Friday’s ground breaking book, My Secret Garden, with this brave write. Despite the poetic description within this work, it is finely pared, removed of all needless modifiers. Stellar imagery, great use of language and metaphor, just the right amount of repetition. I loved the line, “Follow the air.” Congrats PD. This is mint!

4th Place

I am alone  By S. Jagathsimhan Nair – lonely, forlorn and yet highly sensual. Loved the changing refrain, the language and longing of this piece. Favourite line? Weird chords.

A Gold’s Reverie By Andrea Dietrich – loved the play of reality and fantasy, the use of smell, sight and sound. Wise avoidance of touch, we can look but can not... lol.  A sizzler!

Moonlight Serenade By Debbie Guzzi – the full use of senses here is so artfully done. Ah,  yes, the things we keep, those trinkets and souvenirs... and the stories they tell... poignancy here, too. :)

5th Place

Love Potion By Abdul Malik – this is beautiful, simple and has a timeless quality to it... almost Shakespearian, not in its voice, but in its sentiment. Wonderful!


Figment by Carrie Richards  - such a wonderful contrast between fantasy and reality, so much beauty in this narrative, but I especially liked skin borne to foxtails...

Touch Lightly  By Craig Cornish – Oui! Oui! Oh, yes, here is the subtleness I hoped some would try. Mink, indeed. Well done, just enough.


Moments Treasured  By Sashi Prabhu – the language in this rhyme is combustable, the writing intense, emotion-filled. The first two lines pulled me in, and I stayed...

Perceptions By Ruben O – playful, soulful, er, somewhat boastful (lol) and just able to be read too many ways to mention. Language, oh, yeah, here it is!

6th Place

Camouflaged as Love  By David Williams – I loved how it did a 180, turned... I could be funny and say, I think I’ve stayed in that hotel, but I’d rather say, I know how love changes perception. ;-)

A Risque Ballroom Dance  By Anne Currin – I really liked how the metaphor and imagery continues throughout this poem... dreamy quality...

Tiny Kisses By Seren Roberts – yes, passion and love blend here nicely and extol the rewards of growing older, but not colder. Bravo, brave write!

Nightfall Surrender By Debra Squyres – Sigh, this one is so romantic, and sad, touching. Lovely and deep.

7th Place

The Rush  By Jeremy Martin – So much to like, here. But I was especially impressed with the line, ‘the rush under your ribs.’


Dark Temptress  By Roy Jerden – Oh, sexy, sexy, sexy, yet so tasteful! Well done... I was quite taken with the line, I can not vanquish my desire...

Naughty  By Richard Lamoureux, okay, I really got a giggle from this one! So much fun! The last line is the clincher.



Contest Winner Medal1Crimson Tide TimeCharlotte Puddifoot
Contest Winner Medal2The Distant FlameCatie Lindsey
Contest Winner Medal2Pretty Little LaceMelani Udaeta
Contest Winner Medal3Midnight SecretPoet Destroyer A
Contest Winner Medal3The Ceiling FanJoe Flach

4Moonlight SerenadeDebbie Guzzi

4I am aloneS.Jagathsimhan Nair

4A Gold's ReverieAndrea Dietrich

5Perceptions Ex Ruben O.

5Love PotionAbdul Malik

5FigmentCarrie Richards

5Touch Lightlycraig cornish

5Moments      treasuredsashi prabhu

6Nightfall SurrenderDebra Squyres

6Camouflaged as LoveDavid Williams

6A Risque Ballroom DanceAnne Currin

6Tiny kissesSeren Roberts

7Dark TemptressRoy Jerden

7The RushJeremy Martin

7Naughty Richard Lamoureux

Honorable MentionMISS PRICELESSKanu Ekpezu

Honorable MentionCertain DreamsAdrian Lacy

Honorable MentionValentine's Day Sweets Duke Beaufort

Honorable MentionHE TAKES MY HEART FOR FREEamy epiphany tunks

Honorable MentionThe Train WreckDouglas Fulghum

Honorable MentionSweet LovingJulie  Alcin

Honorable MentionA Valentinekathryn ramirez

Honorable MentionTo My Love and Life: My WifeRay Dillard




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  1. Date: 3/1/2013 8:53:00 AM
    Thank you so much, Cyndi, for placing my poem among your winners. It is a difficult topic for me, I know EXACTLY HOW I want to do it....yet still....have not been able to achieve it. Too bad Nette did not enter, she is a pro at this! Congratulations to all your winners. I've a busy morning today, but perhaps by this afternoon, i shall be able to go in and read and comment on all your winners. love and hugs, Catie :)

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  1. Date: 3/1/2013 8:50:00 AM
    Cyndi....your contest results are always a joy to read, I appreciate how you take time to showcase your winners, and explain how you came to choose each placement. Such amazing poetry by all ! Thank you!

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  1. Date: 3/1/2013 8:08:00 AM
    Thank you Cyndi for my placement, and congrats to my friends figuring in the winners'circle!! Jag

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  1. Date: 3/1/2013 7:08:00 AM
    : D ... Boastful? You got me! LOL! Im so glad you like my entry, Cyndi. (I wanted to write another one but the contest filled up quicky). Congratulations to all the winners.

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  1. Date: 3/1/2013 6:15:00 AM
    Thank you Cyndi--so much fun--but as you say most of us are a little uncomfortable--but mostly in a modest and private way--I think?

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  1. Date: 2/28/2013 11:05:00 PM
    wow, how nice to see your winners and I just love how you give reviews even to those of us lower on the list! Charlotte is so amazing. I would totally expect her to be a winner because she always uses outstanding imagery. I enjoyed all your top placed poems that you showed us here tonight and look forward to reading the others, Cyndi!

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