erotic poetry


月の霧 彼女の露出した体のまわりのカーテンを通したスリップ。

In love’s night,

the moon is full,

your breasts – ripe fruit to pick!

your softness, ready to taste

 

tasting passion,

a sweet sweet wine,

every drop is mine,

every drop won’t be wasted!

 

 

4 Jan 09

After reading an article on good/bad poetry,  I have to admit a bit of confusion.   I’ve read some current poetry that was just plain vulgar but was treated as great and I’ve read some great poets that couldn’t get out of the starting gate.  So what is it that makes one verse a devine inspiration and the next one crap?  Is it like a painting?  The beauty of a poem is what it brings out in you?  The emotions, connections, memories, thoughts?  To me, that’s the connection.  Each of these poems on this blog are the result of an event, poem, thought or realization that occurred.  I’ve shared them with the hope that they will mean something to you as they do to me.   And the response is positive, 95% of the time.  Sure there are nickpickers – word over that word, or form, sure I make mistakes.  But in general, they are heart poems.  

So, my poetry is ideas, thoughts, and day’s events in verse.  Sometimes a painful place I’ve been.    Sometimes, they are typed quickly before the muse grows tired and leaves.  Sometimes they are started and finished later.   I’ve read that good poets write, let them set for months and come back to them.  Maybe that’s my problem – with a few exceptions, they hit this blog right after they leave my muse.

Elements of bad poetry?  Well according to Mike Chasar*, they are predictable rhymes, figures of speech, predictable tropes and sonnet form.   I’m guilty of some of them.  He’s suggestion of a writer’s toolbox – set forms to write in and formulas is foreign to me.  I write as I  write – form happens as the poem happens.  I don’t necessarily write to one form.  But Mike’s point was that deadline poetry (that poetry written against a deadline) requires a faster draw, an ability to pull together form, timing, content in mere hours.   I have to admit,  I’ve participated in challenges but I don’t always feel this produces the best poetry.

I’d be curious what you guys think of this idea.

 

Dave Barber

19 December 2008

* Mike Chasar wrote the article in “Poets and Writer’s” magazine, Nov/Dec 2008, page 39 “Writing good bad poetry”

Without meaning to,

the light breaks to darkness

the ladder falls.

 

Without meaning to,

women mob me at stores,

throwing their panties at me.

 

Without meaning to,

the earth falls between clock pulses

pitching and tumbling,

 

 

without meaning to,

I awake.

 

13 December 2008

 

Dave

 Sur votre anniversaire, une nuit à votre table préférée bifteck et vin, Vous nu sur le lit, les feuilles de désir étant présenté ! Vous avez demandé mes souhaits désolé j’étais franc ! Dave

On your birthday,

a night at your favorite table

steak and wine,

You-

naked on the bed,

with desire sheets laid out!

 

You asked my wishes

sorry I was candid!

 
Dave

9 Dec 08

When the candle was lit

I settled into a dream

that the flame kissed me

brushed my face

with it’s soft wax,

leaving it’s lipstick

it flickered across me

in a rhythm

making love 

with

my

heart.

 

When we finished,

I was out of breath.

 

 

Dave Barber

Silly thoughts

5 Nov 08

Podría despertar de un sueño eso era tan verdadero su cuerpo se vistió en cordón negro levantando y gimiendo, usted respiración que crece corta y sus pechos que se menean como las boyas ¡en nuestro océano del deseo! ¡Dios, montando esas ondas de hacia arriba y hacia abajo! ¡sería tan bueno! Pero soy despierto, y usted me hizo una oferta apague la luz usted es cansado y mi corazón todavía está batiendo rápidamente. Peluquero de Dave

A través de las persianas de ventana de su dormitorio rosado ¡ella se viste!

あなたの指がいかに感じるか私のためのあなたの体に触れる長のIが知っているか方法私の肢を交差させる、 あなたの甘い胸は満足する 私の好み、 あなたの柔らかさ、唇は震える 喜びと 私達の体があったように 風で震動するアスペン ああ、葉の吹くこと そして私達のボディ転がり ectacyの入江! 一周する、セピア色の小山 着ることが下るように そう私達は互いにころぶ、 1つに私達の体を持って来ること! デーブの理髪師 愛の作成

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