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Premium Member Away With the Fairies - Risque

Away with the fairies
No sense in my head
“Just feathers and sawdust,”
or so my mum said

With vacant expression
I stared into space
She said, “I won’t do much
For the human race.”

I told her, “I’m thinking.”
She said, “About what!”
And I said, “Your sister,
Aunt Maisie is HOT!”

I think I’m in danger
of a sore behind
My mum said, “She’s too old,
and you’re not her kind.”

I said, “Mum, just last week,
we went to the zoo.
She said she loves big snakes!
Well, what could I do?”

My mum screeched, “You pervert!
You’re still just a child
You’ve got nothing downstairs
to drive women wild.”

I said, “Keep your hair on.
Your sister likes lads.
And also, she told me…
mine’s bigger than Dad’s.”
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Craziest Time At the Zoo

Alright kiddos, we are enthused
  We're headed for the zoo
Hip, hip, hey, hey; we're greatly amused
  They did say, to see the usual -- nothing new

'Cos they'd been there on every free day
  too many times, my jaded crew
I'd have to think of something risque
  Wave Merlin's wand or try some voodoo...

Well, as we arrived, all the cages flung open
  No animals in sight; it sure was bizarre
By now my kidsters were actually hopin'
  Visiting loud screams upon a star --

--That I'd let them explore
those open cages bidding us in
   So, enter they did and what's more
I went in too!  But my silly grin

Soon changed to a frown
   The caged doors open no more
      ~ Trapped in a COVID lockdown!


           
             August 06, 2020
Craziest Time at the ____ Poetry Contest
        Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Puzzle Of Life

"Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life"


Is there a larger purpose for everything? We can all agree 
at least for me, I just can’t imagine there not be, on it I fixture
In a puzzle each piece plays an important part in the big picture
We analyze life’s order and disorder and conclude life’s puzzling
We then by nuzzling the piece which doesn’t fit, 
go back and try and force it, and that’s when we find
each piece IS unique, and just like puzzle pieces, 
our differences may not always fit together perfectly, 
still, we create a beautiful picture when we work together
“Ecstasy” was the first film the Austrian Hedy Lamarr starred in
She was the first ever to simulate a climax on screen, 
This may NOT seem like an important puzzle piece to many
Banned by Hitler, riskant and although unseen in Germany
Hedy Lamarr was not only a bombshell Hollywood movie star 
A technology inventor of frequency hopping, a significant Role in WWII
We spend so much time looking for one specific puzzle piece, when all along
it’s right there in front of us, important women of history, she made
such an impression on me by far! She escaped from Mandl’s grasp 
by fleeing to London, where she broke free from ethic and civil strife 
I am pleased I found this intriguing part of the puzzle of life!


*Riskant-german-risque
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Alone In the Dark

Alone in the dark
Just you and I
Excitement abounding
We use our hands as our eyes

The velvety touch
Of your sweet lips
This flame burns unquenching
It began with a kiss

A moment in time
We wish wouldn't stop
You can't measure love
By the hands of a clock

Unwavering passion
That flows from within
I lust for your body
As we're pressed skin to skin

Exploring each other 
As night turns to day
From the sight of your body
My breath goes away

With that look from your eyes
I run my hands through your hair
Kiss the nape of your neck
Then the lobe of your ear

You arch up your back
And exhale with a sigh
As our bodies unite
For the very first time

Through our veins pleasures flow
Like the purest of rains
With ectasy as our guide
We explode like champaign (my substitute for risque line)

Then lie in your arms
Till together we share
Another night full of passion
That can never compare
Form: Rhyme

Sexual Scrabble

Ellie was going to play in the World Scrabble
Championships in Thailand but format had changed,
instead of the usual English rules, it was sexual,
all words now were risque' with no decency at all.

She was horrified but somehow still agreed to play,
closed her eyes and wondered what mother might say; 
there was still the fifty point bonus for seven letter word,
like 'bollock' which all sounded rather absurd.

There was a triple word score when she put '*****,'
and another bonus for even managing '********,'
double letter score for dumping the 'X' in sex,
there were numerous laughs when she managed 'sucks.'

It wasn't enough, she was just out of her league,
and finally had to give up due to sexual fatigue.
Form: Prose


Premium Member Male Footle Slang Names: Part 2

So Risque

Racy
Casey

His Mind’s on the Moon

Spacey
Casey

Great Sprinter

Darter
Carter

Crybaby

Bawlin’
Colin

Always in a Rush

Boltin’
Coltin

Puppies for Sale

Daniel’s 
Spaniels

Don’t Cross Him

Callous
Dallas

Witch Doctor

Shaman
Damon

The Manny

Nanny
Danny

The Anti-Hero

Villain
Dylan

To Stop His Slouching

Straighten
Dayton

Wild Child

Feral 
Darrell

He Can’t Keep Secrets

Don’t tell
Darnell

Pretty Boy

Bonny
Donny

The Vigorous One

Lusty 
Dusty

Out of Practice

Rusty 
Dusty

Irritable Grandpa

Crusty
Dusty

Mr. Stability

Steady
Eddy

Sunburned

Red one
Edwin

Always Prepared

Ready 
Eddy
boy
Form: Footle

Premium Member Amidst the Dense Forest

Amidst the dense forest
    he found rays of light
  for the high-wire act
    he enacted each night

  From the arms of one branch
    he leaped, to land in another
  Embracing love's chances
    in risque romances ... 

  With dawn, a tiny voice stirred
    deep down within him
  'It's time to go home
    no more this night roam'

  Yet the thrill of the high-wire
    enticed him to stay
  Just one more branch
    and he'd call night a day

  So he leaped one more time
    but missing the arms
  Crashed into a trunk
    that raised an alarm ... 

  ... in the pale light of dawn
  that hung o'er the woods
  before his eyes his true wife
    ~ forsaken, she stood
Form: Narrative

Miss Conception

my Muse and i
i went for proper
grammar instead
of the sonority of
my Muse and me
but back to the 
poem if that's what
you want to call it so

my Muse and i 
we're texting 
about having a
baby but not
just any baby
because
my Muse and i
live far from each

other with only the
occasional cell
conversation but
many emails and
photo sharing
sharing each
other in these
modern times

love will always be
love as long as we
keep sustainability
in our long distance
relationship as long
as we are here for
each other to love
and comfort but

my Muse and i
decided having
a girl would be
best because if
a boy he might
grow up and be
like me and that
i wish upon no

one so on a given
day decided so
decidedly
excitedly
i stopped putting
a condom on my
mouse and now
saw how easy it

was to scroll down
and up her photos
while she stopped
taking the pill and
started popping M
& M's making her
belly big giving the
impression it was

working and in doing
so we started mailing
more and the photos
became more risque
a pirate's rating of
arrr as we now had
come to that point
in time discussing

cyber baby names
and i started stocking
up on ipads for the sure
to be constant changing
but then came the thought
i ought not to have thunk
since it stank of jealousy
but i asked her what about

your teets mainly meaning
her teets and me and that
thing as now i saw it as an
it frankensteinishly pieced
piece by piece and she
began crying and i tried
to appease her sensibilities
but then without word pulled

out
the
USB
cord
Form:

Premium Member Refining consciousness

instrumentalists mind, I rested thought
employing it, only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded


Thomas Jeffrey Hanks was a man of varied pranks
one done on me, he scored, long ere acting repoire
ignorant to his scheme, concluding I'm redeemed
poem he took was mine he gave it to some slime
First slime look slides away, rights to print on display
check at seventies rates, in my hands with the dates
paper signed check now cashed--ten scores, swan dive a 
SPLASH (i.e. me'swan song to bellhoppin' Tommy!)

Not an actor yet but a fellow employee
his instruments lack tune, methinks he acts too soon
treasure chests, pirate ships, but today banking trips,
sharp move long-term needy, money a bit noisy  
cash smash wallets--purses, but not the dead men curses.

Tom was a man of opportunity, a year older than me, who had hutzpah, but I cannot be like him, which the above phrase describes. When Ron Howard of Happy Days/Opie, was with us for a while--not right then--but Splash, Apollo 13, The Da Vinci ... I would never annoy him and ask him about his conscience--ever. My poem Tom submitted with my Signature of Approval was entitled: "The Collection Plate" and it leaned on laughter. Nothing risque or vulgar--Pastor, Priest, and Rabbi--especially men of the cloth--the magazine that wanted my poem for an upcoming issue, was; "Hustler" late 70s issue unsure of the year, and my title may have to accommodate their subscriber's eyes, but maintain dignity and quality of my poem which I reviewed before release. To the good old days Tom, a man who made dreams come true for me ... and you didn't do too bad yourself ... and btw, it's 1976 because I gave you Cher, and Ron Howard, Cindy Williams ...

Risque Triplets

      Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
      Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
      Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them
      

      Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel
      Charcoal meats mesh ashes as a couple 
      Ambidextrous temptress directs a dirty rehearsal 


      Slides snakelike under bellies of cavernous crime
      Noir nymph' s naughty retorts immortal 
      Eclipses mens' deception with suspense sublime


      Renee seeps charisma, dripped dagger stalactites 
      Fever lucid rouge cog spins fire's scorch
      Sword slung blood hungry royalty raunchily ignites 


      Challenges zealous volunteers alter ideal rhythm 
      Their arteries' iron absorbed easily by hers
      Victims slump lethargic in archer's hearty system
      

      Daisy cartwheels through clouds of chaste cherubs
      Recklessly devours disappearing desserts
      Meringue marries her tongue to immaculate merit

      
      Sunrise serene promise of peace glides with dove
      Subtle touch petal's glitter silken sensual 
      Agitates a fragile ego to dream unconditional love 
   
      
       Virgin indulges a glutton with wedding splendour
       Impulsive maid skips in fields plentiful 
       Expressive poses pollinate their dramatic detour


        Reunited trio resplendent, red black white card
        Dervish of dizzying seductive curses
        Climb dandelion conducted, an angel on guard 
      

      


                    26th April 
        Tantalising Apparitions!
Form: Rhyme

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