My pen wants to comment; it desires to reflect your dirty writing with likewise dirty words,
but my morals won't let me.
The night is moon-filled; suggestive. I should sneak past footprints of saints; Outwit angels; flee to where the ripples of euphoria spread wide across your pages.
Lovely. Sometimes morals have a real purpose, and sometimes they don't. I hope you sneak past the footprints of saints and outwit the angels, who know nothing of humanity's private heavens.
A win for the morals for once. There is far too much smut on the internet that it doesn't need to invade poetry with its filthy touch. Whoever she is, she is certainly not the kind of writer I would be interested to read. Stick with the angels and saints, I say.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Well said, Makhabat. I just closed my account at Deep Underground pornography - Uh I mean, Deep Unde.. read moreWell said, Makhabat. I just closed my account at Deep Underground pornography - Uh I mean, Deep Underground Poetry. It's an awful site. Thanks so much for the comment. 😊😀😁
LOL, maybe I should create a new identity and start writing dirty sexy poems to all the sexy poetesses change my picture to a young handsome stud, and watch the ladies all fall victim to my whiles:) Meh I would probably get bored LOL and unless it comes from my heart it ain't poetry anywho who would be fooling who my only lust is for the reader and these days don't got many of those anymore either
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
lol You're not the only one who lacks readership, Robert. Compared to the amount of reviews I got y.. read morelol You're not the only one who lacks readership, Robert. Compared to the amount of reviews I got years ago, I get nothing now. Literally. Thanks for the comment. :)
1 Year Ago
I have noticed it really slowing down here and on Medium not sure whats going on these days but I ke.. read moreI have noticed it really slowing down here and on Medium not sure whats going on these days but I keep slogging away LOL
Temptations vs moral obligation. One of my favs! Some sort of forbidden love filled with overflown passion and the reason for such abundance is because it's so "wrong". I love it, makes you feel all the right things. Like a stepping stone in poetry form before you're totally ready to read some smut.
Ah how I've often found myself in such a conundrum. Fascinated and allured by my Rimbaud side of creativity. I would dance naked with a satyr in a field of blood red roses if I wasn't so damn old, and if satyrs actually existed. A nicely penned piece Relic.
It's most important to be true to yourself like Shakespeare had Polonius point out. But Polonius himself was a hypocrite and a known liar to his own children. Also, as Shakespeare might say, "There's the rub." I'm just me, all the time, 24/7, seven days a week. I'm neither saint nor demon, neither wholly good nor bad. But I make an effort to be good to everyone and kind as I can be. If I feel, at any point, that it requires more effort than I am willing or able to dispense or disperse, I just terminate the effort. Sneaking past saints and outwitting angels seems a great deal of work to me. Perhaps I might find a more willing subject to my advances if I had the choice. But, to each, his or her own. I do believe sometimes having a cookie with your tea is better than staring through a window at someone else's candy if you follow my meaning. I enjoyed the read, my friend. Keep up the good work and great writing. F.
Dear poet, bring it. ;-) But first, you'll have to get past the saints and multitude of angels. (They are always watching) There goes your secret, never mind. Stick with your morals... it's safer :-)
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
ha, I ahave to agree with you on that, Susan. Thank you for the comment and visit. :)