Please add your poems for the August Poetry Contest here!
The topic is: A poem in the format of your choice on the topic "Bound and Gagged"
Thank you for sharing your poems with us and good luck to everyone!
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Please add your poems for the August Poetry Contest here!
The topic is: A poem in the format of your choice on the topic "Bound and Gagged"
Thank you for sharing your poems with us and good luck to everyone!
i know who gets my vote already!Quote:
Originally Posted by thrall
Powerful images and striking prose!
Good heavens. It's not really worth posting anything else. This is perfect.
roses are red
violets are blue
hand me that chain
or get beaten black and blue...
not real entry but felt thrall should have some someone going against her...lol
What can I say? You are great.Quote:
Originally Posted by thrall
Maybe you have scared off all the competition.
Oh quite literally, WB, for this month. I truly did mean it when I said it wasn't worth posting anything else, and I'm very hard to please. I guess others feel the same.
But never you fear - I have an absolute BLINDER for next month!
A little late. But here it is:
For she shall not move to move me, nor utter words to bind me
With her spell.
She shall be still. Her limbs in leather strips frozen her wild heart
Beating .
Beating is her heart, I shall not lay on her one finger for I shall
Deny her.
Three times she shall be denied though she shall desire
The silver.
The silver of the collar I will keep. She has not yet this
Earned
Yearned, she has, but not yet learned the bitter-sweet truth
Of submission.
All must be subjugated to my cause-my cause and mine
Alone.
Alone in her bindings, alone and quiet she must remain
For now.
For now is not her time-nor shall it ever be. Her time
Is mine.
Nice one Uncle Ed.
I like it too.
cariad
Lovely, spell-like poem, Uncle Ed. And thrall - well, you know I adore that piece...
My muse lies naked before me
A shame to try and restrain her
I sit down beside her on the bed
She flashes that smile that begs
So, I exhale and go to the chest
Her wrists are cuffed to that click
and behind her back arms are bind
Stroking her chin, a grin beams back
I place a finger in biting range but
it is played with her tongue instead
As she tries to move around on chest
An index finger of mine strokes buttock
With my hand I take her ankles and
They are locked into place metal again
And a chain then links feet to hands
She rolls to her side, in prismatic shape
The ample breasts leaning on each other
Deciding to chain and then squeeze nipple
The sharp pain is revealed in her eyes
Especially when they are bound apart
Kissing her lips for that final time tonight
Tasting the strawberry lip gloss, licking it off
One last play with her tongue on my hand
I take out the red ball with its straps
To imprison that mouth for the night is young
Interstin Magi
Hmmmm, I am enjoying this thread.
cariad
"This..."
by GreyJack
Silenced, encircled, fetal, yet womanly;
Her eyes deepening with desire and surrender,
She touches the baseline where knot meets freedom,
Where brutal passion melds with the tender.
Flexing flesh to feel the rope's embrace,
Knowing and tasting His touch as he ties,
Urging and merging herself with His self,
She births the Truth which knows no lies.
"I am this," she murmurs behind the gag,
Taken, disheveled, a geometry of line.
"I am this," she repeats. "This...and thine."
Very good GreyJack.
Sunday Night Blues in the Middle Class
Bound and gagged
Shagged
In neon blue by a red sign
Moonlight pollution haze rust garbage bins and cheap Terriyaki joints
With a police officer
Occifer
Around the corner;
Probably just picking up his take, though.
This is the dirty part of town
Brown
A bit dirtier with us here
Bound and gagged
Shagged
-- No, I didn't mean grime. Stop interrupting the poem --
People have stopped to stare,
She's a bit red too,
Like the sign
But I'm okay with that. You're welcome.
Anyhow,
I'm spent in more ways than two
And the night's still young
And so are we
-- Not really, I'm nearly thirty, but 'and we're middle aged and overwieght' didn't flow so well
See, didn't, did it? --
Anyhow, we're both high
Like beat poets
But without the authenticity
But with the beat poetry
Rundown houses, cats, back street throwdown throw up lipstick graffiti
High enough that sounds good
Should
High enough anything sounds good
State of the Union remastered slowed down in technocolor sounds good
When you can taste the streetlight.
Still bound
Still gagged
-- That's why this is a monologue. She can't speak much.
Mnh hoo!
Okay, it's because I have the crayons and post-it notes --
It's hard to write and drive
-- Should that be in dashes? Shit --
Bright red hybrid yuppy love mobile,
Like a Martha Stewart flower power VW bus,
Careening down the street
Out of control, too slow,
Only doing twenty five but so high the world blurs by
So we're bright red and she's still naked
Bound and gagged
Shagged
All messy messed up hunched down,
Hard to look inconspicuous
In handcuffs in suburbia
-- Unless you have an iPod --
We reach home, safe and sound
Rose bed Briggs sign twinkling in the bright moonlight
Run in, happy, still naked, still high all night
Morning
Steely eyed middle aged overwieght white shirt and tie
And a false I don't really give a damn smile
Wear the mask another week
Until we go back home
Bound and gagged
Shagged
Naked in the filthy moonlight.
Interesting
I have just read Electic Badger's poem.
Gods! EB-that is amazing. I am almost-almost but not quite-lost for words.
I liked GreyJacks, too, but EB-I mean, Blimey!!
Damn! That was good...*wanders off in search of JD*
Oh, I am so pleased - so very, very pleased - that suddenly all these doms have crept out of the shadows. There is some stunning stuff here - and it is so very apt for this month's subject that it should be the domly ones who say it
I won't say which ones I particularly liked - because I liked the others too - oh - bum - yes I shall - Ed's and EBs rocked
Teehee, thanks...I know it's a bit out there, was aping Allan Ginsberg, tried to include some humor and depth but feared I went a little off the deep end -- good to know at least a couple people made it through!
don't very often wonder over to the poetry contest
*makes mental note to do so more often*
amazing work from all of you - can't wait to vote :)
minxy
The voting for the August Poetry Contest is now open!! Please take a moment and enjoy the entries...
Untitled By: Thrall
Untitled By: retsam6
Bound and Gagged By: Uncle_Ed
Untitled By: Darkmagi
"This..." By: GreyJack
Sunday Night Blues in the Middle Class By: ElectricBadger
Thank you to all of our contests for some great entries!
The polls are only open for 15 days so VOTE NOW!
Hurry and vote now! The poll closes on Sunday!
I have just read down this thread again - what an incredible selection of poems. Each one powerful in its own different way.
Thank you
cariad