Voting for September Poetry Contest

[ElectricBadger]

Everyone is invited to participate in the voting -- please enjoy the works of our talented poets and help us recognize their efforts!

The theme for September's poetry contest was a Shakespearean sonnet with the topic Fetish Dreams. The intent of the theme of this month's contest is to interpret Shakespearean sonnets in a way that pays them homage, but is also of the poet. That may mean a strict adherence to one of the forms he used, working within technical constraints to create a meaningful accomplishment in the image of the Master...and it may mean use of another form, or absolutely no adherence to convention. The content and language may be period and germane, or it may be an imitation, re-imagining, response or a rebuttal to a Shakespearean sonnet.

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In order of submission:

Shall I constrain you and force you to pray?, by moptop

Pony Girl, by Thrall

Untitled, by GreyJack

Sonnet to my Goddess, by DarkPoet

[ElectricBadger]

Shall I constrain you and force you to pray?
You are so lovely and intemperate:
Rough bonds so tight I fear they’re going to fray,
I must not loose them e’en a breath too late.
Sometimes your look is hot and shows some signs
That I’m too harsh: but then, your vision dimmed,
You yield, and sweat defines your lovely lines.
Your beauty – soft hair, full lips, round arsed, sweet-limbed –
Is by your pain and gift more lovely made.
Nor ever will you lose that wondrous glow,
Nor in my eyes your beauty ever fade,
Whilst you give in to every slap or blow.
So long as you will give your gift to me,
So long I’ll bind you, and I’ll set you free.

-By moptop

[ElectricBadger]

Sigh no more, within my dream, you are a beautiful treasure.
I see your head bowed, drawing comfort form the reins of skill.
Dance for me joyous love, you bring me exquisite pleasure.
You are but a Lipizzaner, my slave, fear not my will.
Subtle pressure applied, a bridal adorned, the invisible bit fitted,
Relinquish to me, your hopes and desires, free from all fears.
Gentile my touch, submission attained, your burning heart committed.
I will move you with love, trust me, forgo your bitter tears.
You are a thoroughbred my precious, a magnificent horse.
To see you thus, in all your glory, bound for my delight,
My lovely Pony Girl, I will ride you without force.
I will turn and guide you, devotion assured, trust in your Masters sight.
I feel the lust you have for life, the trusting beauty of your soul,
Harnessed as you are, you will never falter under my loving control.

-By Thrall

[ElectricBadger]

That which lies between thy thighs is modest, chaste, yet wry
As drollery that ne'er is writ to amuse the quaking lover's heart.
When slightly draped with tapered silk, colored by the tailor's dye,
Like mystery to ravel out the sphinx's lust or target Cupid's dainty dart,
I would then glance upon romance all purely toned and nested smile
And place a kiss of warm desire where thy flame burns brightest white.
But in the coils of serpent rope thy wrists are turned to Dom beguile,
Likewise the heart that beats within the rising breasts like angels' flight;
All thought is fled or held abeyant to the conquest and the sigh
While we -- mere players -- act our scene as if the story ceases ne'er.
Were you the slave in chains of silver, I the king who knots your tie
Would you then discover, lover, what pleasures come when all lies bare?
Tell me what in whispers come when you on me do think and want
And I shall tell thee of caresses, kisses, and the pleasures that do haunt.

-By GreyJack

[ElectricBadger]

Thou hast my heart with subtlety enthralled,
My want no longer other than thy will;
Ask of me forth what once me so appalled,
I will do willingly thus and be still.
Thou hast, with alabaster skin and grace,
Mark'd me as thine for all eternity;
Drawn streams of hot tears on thy servants face,
And dried them off with joy of humblety.
Thy bonds hold steadfast me both day and night,
With promises of mine dark secrets these;
So ask not to release me from my plight,
And I will grateful ever aim to please,
For no less thou, a goddess, hast deserved,
But be forever worshipped and well served.

-By DarkPoet

[ElectricBadger]

Congratulations to Thrall on a very nice poem, and quite the feat of winning both literature contests in the same month (a first, I do believe)!

Please be sure to see upcoming themes in the Member Poetry Contest forum!

[angelic.zest]

yay congrats, thrall!!

[John56{vg}]

Yay love!! congrats.

[thrall]

thanks zest and John......