FabSwingers.com forum: National Poetry Day

By (user no longer on site) OP
9 weeks ago

Do you like poetry?

Do you have a favourite poem?

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By (user no longer on site)
9 weeks ago

I do like poetry, not the classic rambling stuff, more of a modern humorous sort for me

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By *icecouple561Couple
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9 weeks ago

East Sussex

Yes.

I don't have a favourite. I like a lot of Wendy Cope, Seamus Heaney, Thomas Hardy, some Tennyson, Dr Cooper Clarke...

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By *ickle-Lilly-WillyMan
9 weeks ago

Ends

Yes I like poetry.

I have a few favourite poems

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By *bi HaiveMan
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9 weeks ago

Cheeseville, Somerset

Happy national poetry day!

I love Brian Bilston.

Genius.

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

Shitty day at work

It’s getting time for naughtiness, some really kinky play

let's get out all the toys tonight, I've been needing it all day

Sitting at my desk at work, filthy thoughts are on my brain, I had some really naughty thoughts of you whilst on my homebound train

I know you're already there, teasing picture of red lace, I couldn't say I ran home but I certainly walked with pace

The anticipation was building I felt it throbbing down below, I walked with hand in pocket making sure it did not show

Ages for the door to open, but once I got inside, I pinned you back against the door and forced your legs to open wide

One hand down your knickers, fingers circling your clit, my fingers soon were soaking wet from juices from your slit

An exhausting night of debauchery, a cum smeared little smirk, you know how much I needed you, my shitty day at work

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

I made love to her on paper.

and spilled ink like passion across the sheets.

I caressed her curves in every love letter. I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word. I bit her lip and pulled her hair, in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen…

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

PLEASE MASTER

Allen Ginsberg

Please master can I touch your cheek

please master can I kneel at your feet

please master can I loosen your blue pants

please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly

please master can I gently take down your shorts

please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes

please master can I take off your clothes below your chair

please master can I kiss your ankles and soul

please master can I touch lips to your muscle hairless thigh

please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach

please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass

please master can I lick your groin curled with soft blond fur

please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole

please master may I pass my face to your ball,s

please master, please look into my eyes,

please master order me down on the floor,

please master tell me to lick your thick shaft

please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull

please master press my mouth to your prick-heart

please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong thumbed

till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base

till I swallow and taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined Please

Master push my shoulders away and stare into my eye, & make me bend over the table

please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist

please master your rough hand's stroke on my neck your palm down my backside

please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of your spit and your thumb stroke

please master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please

Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines

please master stroke your shaft with white creams

please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self-hole

please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped around my breast

your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/ your little fingers

please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,

please master sink your droor thing down my behind

& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk

till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over

till I'm alone sticking out your sword stuck throbbing in me

please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom

please master lunge it again, and withdraw to the tip

please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me Please

Master drive it down till it hurts me the softness the

Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center & fuck me for good like a girl,

tenderly clasp me please master I take me to thee,

& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood

your fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in Paris carlots

please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat fuck

body of tenderness, Give me your dog fuck faster

please master make me go moan on the table

Go moan O please master do fuck me like that

in your rhythm thrill-plunge and pull-back bounce & push down

till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be loved

Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole

& fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull

& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish

& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat

over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you

please Master.

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By *sWyldWoman
9 weeks ago

Edinburgh

She couldn't help but inch a little closer..

He was fire, but oh how she longed to stay warm.

N. R Heart

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

Bring me your pain, love.

Spread it out like fine rugs, silk sashes, warm eggs, cinnamon and cloves in burlap sacks.

Show me the detail, the intricate embroidery on the collar, tiny shell buttons, the hem stitched the way you were taught, pricking just a thread, almost invisible.

Unclasp it like jewels, the gold still hot from your body. Empty your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it, cradling it on my tongue like the slick seed of pomegranate. I would lift it tenderly, as a great animal might carry a small one in the private cave of the mouth.

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By *piritOfWolvesMan
9 weeks ago

Wolverhampton

Sonnet 17 is lovely.

Odd little fact, I live on an estate that was once known as Poet's Corner, as all the roads were named after poets. Sadly not many people know this now.

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By *UGGYBEAR2015Man
9 weeks ago

BRIDPORT

A thousand hungry savages

Sitting down to lunch

Gobble gobble gobble

Munch munch munch

Spike Milligan

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By *randMrsNorthernBeeCouple
9 weeks ago

Carlisle

Fire and Ice - Frost

Ozymandias - Shelley

Days - Larkin

Twat - JCC

I Wanna be Yours - JCC

All depends on my mood really

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By *ny1localMan
9 weeks ago

READING

Spring is sprung

The grass is rizz

I wonder where the birdies is.

Some say the birds on the wing

But that's absurd

The wings on the bird...

Mcgonigal..so bad he's great

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined

A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind, I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.

Our eyes met, I felt sick. My knees turned weak.

I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to say. In a blur I heard words myself like a stranger speak. “Will you come to my room?” Then a husky voice, “O.K.”

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By *eltCuteMightDeleteWoman
9 weeks ago

Reading

Yes! I love poetry. My favourite poem is Wait by Galway Kinnell.

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

I want a red dress.

I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight; I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth, and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, or anything except what I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment from its hanger like I’m choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin, it’ll be the goddamned dress they bury me in.

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By *agic johnsonMan
9 weeks ago

morden

John cooper Clarke is good I see him live years ago , quite funny too

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press above me, glowing, spouting readiness, and mystery ripes my reason When you have withdrawn yourself and the magic, when only the smell of your love lingers between my breasts, then, only then, can I greedily consume your presence…

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By (user no longer on site)
9 weeks ago

Oh can I ask you a question?

Haven't read your profile, just thought I'd mention

Can I milk those titties and pussy too?

There's no one in the world quite as beautiful as you

Please reply it doesn't have to be that big

Because if you don't, I'll call you a fat pig

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

"Oh can I ask you a question?

Haven't read your profile, just thought I'd mention

Can I milk those titties and pussy too?

There's no one in the world quite as beautiful as you

Please reply it doesn't have to be that big

Because if you don't, I'll call you a fat pig

‘The female fab experience’ 😌

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

We aligned mouths. We entwined.

All act was clutch, all fact contact, the attack and the interlock of tongues, the charms of arms.

I shook at the touch of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine person between and closed on it tight as I could.

The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine. Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood

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By *opeyXWoman
9 weeks ago

Dun Dee

I enjoy some of Josie Balkas. Though I went to an open mic night lately and heard various people read poetry some of it humourous, some more serious, was all very insightful. Very enjoyable.

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By *vaRose43Woman
9 weeks ago

Forest of Dean

"Happy national poetry day!

I love Brian Bilston.

Genius. "

Oh I saw him live. Amazing man

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By *vaRose43Woman
9 weeks ago

Forest of Dean

Still I rise - Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the sl@ve.

I rise

I rise.

https://youtu.be/JqOqo50LSZ0?si=uYH26RSyDhZo17Ju

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By *vaRose43Woman
9 weeks ago

Forest of Dean

The other is kind of a poem kind of not

You want a Physicist to speak at your funeral

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By *aramel.desiresMan
9 weeks ago

London

One of my favourites is The Raven Edga Allen Poe, especially when they did it in the Simpsons.

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

"Still I rise - Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the sl@ve.

I rise

I rise.

https://youtu.be/JqOqo50LSZ0?si=uYH26RSyDhZo17Ju

That’s gorgeous- I’ve not come across this one (ahem ☺️)

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By *phrodisiac2000Man
9 weeks ago

blazing Saddleworth

On a summers day in winter

The snow was raining fast

A bear footed girl with clogs on stood sitting in the grass

As she ran as she walked to the pictures and got a front seat at the back

Man offered some biscuits, she ate them and gave her them back

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

In a city made of sea we danced on a rooftop, my hands under her breasts.

Subtracting day from day, I add this woman’s ankles to my days of atonement, her lower lip, the formal bones of her face.

We were making love all evening —I told her stories, their rituals of rain: happiness is money, yet, but only the smallest coins..

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By *ny1localMan
9 weeks ago

READING

Aye,here I sit,all broken hearted

I've spent a penny

And only farted.

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By *uri00620Woman
9 weeks ago

Croydon

I like the Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton.

I quite like Byron too. Massive pervert and would definitely be here if alive today.

And Benjamin Zephaniah.

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By *ackformore100Man
9 weeks ago

Tin town

"Yes.

I don't have a favourite. I like a lot of Wendy Cope, Seamus Heaney, Thomas Hardy, some Tennyson, Dr Cooper Clarke..."

John Cooper Clarke... Like a death a birthday party,

you ruin all the fun.

Like a sucked and spat our smartie,

you're no use to anyone.

Genius

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

And her lips opened amorously, and said – I wist not what, saving one word – Delight.

And all her face was honey to my mouth,

And all her body pasture to mine eyes; The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south, The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs And glittering eyelids of my soul’s desire.

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By *ackformore100Man
9 weeks ago

Tin town

"Do you like poetry?

Do you have a favourite poem?

Sadly I don't know much... To my shame.

I like John clares "I am".

Some of the "now thats what I call war poems" are very powerful... Wilfred Owen and Robert grave.

I shall go and read some.

Oh the jabberwock of course... And xanadu also is very evocative.

Reminder to self... Pick up a book once in a while!

Nice thread op.

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By *vaRose43Woman
9 weeks ago

Forest of Dean

Ode to Multiple Universes

by Terry Pratchett

I do have worlds enough and time

to spare an hour to find a rhyme

to take a week to pen an article

a day to find a rhyme for ‘particle.’

In many worlds my time is free

to spend ten minutes over tea

And steal the time from some far moon

so words can take all afternoon,

Away beyond the speed of light

I’ll write a novel in one night.

Aeons beckon, if I want ‘em…

…but I can’t have ‘em, 'cos of Quantum.

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By *he Silver FuxMan
9 weeks ago

Uttoxeter

"Ode to Multiple Universes

by Terry Pratchett

I do have worlds enough and time

to spare an hour to find a rhyme

to take a week to pen an article

a day to find a rhyme for ‘particle.’

In many worlds my time is free

to spend ten minutes over tea

And steal the time from some far moon

so words can take all afternoon,

Away beyond the speed of light

I’ll write a novel in one night.

Aeons beckon, if I want ‘em…

…but I can’t have ‘em, 'cos of Quantum.

What an adorable human being he was

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