JUST SEX and POETRY

He's such a vivid,
Vivacious liar.
and the truth is
I can’t help
But love it
As it burns so
Breathtakingly,
That blandisher,
Making mood.
Little white liar,
Creating ambiance,
Making a myriad
Of moments,
Mine.
Alive,
And dim,
Like a secret.
Hiding flaws,
Shining on a gold glow
For show.
People perfect,
In the heat of this,
Waxy body,
Hypnotic flame,
And its wave,
Of change.
Clichéd,
Romantic,
A classic charmer,
Reigning here,
Spreading atmosphere.

DeVine.(from my collection)

At the core of my womb
Where your seed fills it up
With promise
Of a growing.
I feel fertile.
Even though the land
Has lain fallow far too long
To remember what it is
To give birth.
Memory rushes back.
I am the earth mother.
Forever fecund.
As you plow in deeper
I receive you, grateful, replete.
Our dreams much more
than the sum of two parts.

R.T & E.D.

Grains of sand on your thighs
stuck there by the tanning oil
glowing gold against your golden skin
rough to my tongue, as rough
as the stubble, there, where you’d shaved
a bikini line. The taste
of perfumed oil, and salt from sea and skin
and the musk of your sex
arouses me now, to remember
how your head fell back, eyes closed;
I felt such power
and such tenderness, as you
convulsed, and strained
against me.

It's scary. I think you actually believe this stuff - that it justifies your constant plagiarizing - that you are an artistic genius.

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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John Dryden observed in 1681 that "Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide"

I agree that there can be a very fine line between wit and madness. Yet to see any signs of your great wit though. Madness, perhaps, but wit? Nope.

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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echoing the observation made centuries ago by the philosopher Aristotle that madness and genius seem to go hand in hand. In this cultural tradition, we often believe that the mental illnesses of great poets are simply a condition of their own artistic genius.

You are NOT a genius. Posting other people's poetry and abusing anyone who questions your activities does not make you a genius.

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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“ We poets in our youth begin in gladness; but thereof comes in the end despondency and madness.”~ William Wordsworth ~

Listen carefully, Emlyn - You are NOT a poet - not on the strength of what we see here. And no way are you in the same class as Wordsworth.

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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Why might creative people be prone to such dementia? Perhaps it is the fact that their subject is the world of experience itself, reflected through their creations.

What "creations"? You cut and paste the work of others. That's your form of dementia. Creativity has nothing to do with it.

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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Perhaps in some cases it is the unceasing pressure and stress that is the nature of celebrity.

Celebrity? You "host" a piddling thread on topix, filling it with plagiarism and absurdly cryptic comments. That sort of celebrity MIGHT see you invited to open a dog-grooming parlour in Namibia ... if Posh or Paris are unavailable

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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In their attempt to tell the truth as they see it, poets may find pain, yet their craft itself might offer one way to lend them power over that pain.

There is no truth in your posts. Most are filled with words stolen from others.

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact.”~ William Shakespeare ~

William didn't have anyone like you in mind when he penned those words. You may be a lunatic. You may be a lover (of someone other than yourself). But you are NOT - on the evidence presented here - a poet.

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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The interest in the controversial aspects a poet's life itself can sometimes draw attention away from their creations.

What creations? You spew out other people's creations - not your own.
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There is a general tendency for the sensational and pathological to attract heightened notice by the general public. This may not always be a negative thing, however, as it can generate more interest in a poet's work.
Emlyn Davies.[/QUOTE]
I'd agree that you are pathologically determined to stand in the spotlight - that you'll do all you can to have an adoring public - but you do nothing to generate more interest in a poet's work. You deliberately omit the true author's name. You go out of your way to ensure that only you are in the spotlight. You are like the Kim Kardashian of topix poetry.

If you genuinely want to be a poet, then BE ONE! Pour out your heart. Woo our senses with imagery. Make us weep in sympathy. Make us laugh at your humor. And stop making us laugh at how childish and pretentious you are.

Miss Grundy wrote:

It's scary. I think you actually believe this stuff - that it justifies your constant plagiarizing - that you are an artistic genius.
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I agree that there can be a very fine line between wit and madness. Yet to see any signs of your great wit though. Madness, perhaps, but wit? Nope.
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You are NOT a genius. Posting other people's poetry and abusing anyone who questions your activities does not make you a genius.
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Listen carefully, Emlyn - You are NOT a poet - not on the strength of what we see here. And no way are you in the same class as Wordsworth.
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What "creations"? You cut and paste the work of others. That's your form of dementia. Creativity has nothing to do with it.
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Celebrity? You "host" a piddling thread on topix, filling it with plagiarism and absurdly cryptic comments. That sort of celebrity MIGHT see you invited to open a dog-grooming parlour in Namibia ... if Posh or Paris are unavailable
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There is no truth in your posts. Most are filled with words stolen from others.
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William didn't have anyone like you in mind when he penned those words. You may be a lunatic. You may be a lover (of someone other than yourself). But you are NOT - on the evidence presented here - a poet.
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What creations? You spew out other people's creations - not your own.
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I'd agree that you are pathologically determined to stand in the spotlight - that you'll do all you can to have an adoring public - but you do nothing to generate more interest in a poet's work. You deliberately omit the true author's name. You go out of your way to ensure that only you are in the spotlight. You are like the Kim Kardashian of topix poetry.
If you genuinely want to be a poet, then BE ONE! Pour out your heart. Woo our senses with imagery. Make us weep in sympathy. Make us laugh at your humor. And stop making us laugh at how childish and pretentious you are.

You cut and paste the work of others...

Why don't YOU take your concerns, concerning plagiarism, to the "others"?

Sweetie-Pie wrote:

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You cut and paste the work of others...
Why don't YOU take your concerns, concerning plagiarism, to the "others"?

Why don't YOU take your laptop and shove it where all pies eventually end up ... waiting to be excreted?

You never say anything remotely worthwhile. You thrive on gossip and innuendo. You are almost as boring as your little playmate, Adrian/Emlyn.

A Quiet Life wrote:

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What this resolves is that you are morally bankrupt. I had steeled myself to ignore your continued plagiarising - just letting it pass unchallenged - but this poem was actually written by "wertperch" on 21 October, 2008, when he lost a loved one after a seven-year fight against illness.
It is titled "A Song for Christine". I don't rate it as great poetry technically, but I acknowledge that it is a deeply personal tribute to a lost love.
http://everything2.com/user/wertperch
You inserted your own pseudonym between the penultimate and the final lines. There is a grammatical irony in this - the old double negative rule applies. The author wrote: "If there was ever any doubt that I am no poet, this should resolve the issue".
I have never been in any doubt that YOU are no poet, Emlyn Davies, and this latest theft - from a grieving lover - is proof enough.

"I have learned not to read reviews. Period. And I hate reviewers. All of them, or at least all but two or three. Life is much simpler ignoring reviews and the nasty people who write them. Critics should find meaningful work..."

~John Grisham

Sweetie-Pie wrote:

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"I have learned not to read reviews. Period. And I hate reviewers. All of them, or at least all but two or three. Life is much simpler ignoring reviews and the nasty people who write them. Critics should find meaningful work..."
~John Grisham

You flunked Logic 101, huh? Grisham was speaking of reviews and/or critiques of original works. AQL is being critical of plagiarism. Anyway, a cyber-celeb* like you probably has Grisham's private number in a little black book - give him a call and ask his views on plagiarizing.

* I love that description of you. I know, I know - I've plagiarized it. So sue me.

Bad news, guys. Adrian is now churning out crap at yet another thread. Check out "SWEET SURRENDER; LIES and MISDEMEANOURS" on Offbeat. Still stealing other people's poetry. Still whispering sweet nothings in Sweetie-Pie's long floppy ears. I think she's about to surrender.

Miss Grundy wrote:

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If you genuinely want to be a poet, then BE ONE! Pour out your heart. Woo our senses with imagery. Make us weep in sympathy. Make us laugh at your humor. And stop making us laugh at how childish and pretentious you are.

Good advice. And I love it when you get bossy!

Emlyn Davies wrote:

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Nikki baby,Come to me
lay with me,
I want to take you all in
deeply.
Steal your air
smell your skin,
tempt in silent darkness
bare.
Hover,
skim the rims
of my cavern
fair.
Detect for what I protect,
treasure,
as you dare to explore for
pleasure.
And if you wish for entry
it shall be granted.
I resist no more;
the locks to my door grow weak.
Robin.(aka The Love Machine.)

Nikki's a girl's name. How do you expect her to "enter" you?

Moreover, this is yet another example of you plagiarizing the work of others.

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I-mobile wrote:

Bad news, guys. Adrian is now churning out crap at yet another thread. Check out "SWEET SURRENDER; LIES and MISDEMEANOURS" on Offbeat. Still stealing other people's poetry. Still whispering sweet nothings in Sweetie-Pie's long floppy ears. I think she's about to surrender.

I think you think too much.

Sweetie-Pie wrote:

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I think you think too much.

and i don't think you think at all......

Sweetie-Pie wrote:

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I think you think too much.

You may be right, but we can't all be as thoughtless as you.

A virgin ship sailing,
I embarked on the journey of you,
Kneading fingers navigating my every position,
Heart racing with the desire only a woman can understand,
Once she has known the power of a man,
One who can take her,
Wake her to the core of her erotic longing.

I lay face down at your command,
As you came around and sat legs spread,
Drawing my head towards your bare intentions,
Rubbing away my inhibitions.
One stroke at a time,
I rocked to your gripping rhythm,
Ever so innocently brushing your outstretched shaft
With my hair swept face.

Swaying between your thighs,
My sighs showed appreciation,
As I refrained from reaching out my tongue,
Aching to take you in,
Stopping to cherish that moment in time,
A moment of innocence between us,
One that will never be again.

Robin (aka LoMac)

BRIDGE OF STARS

I stare awestruck at the light
Thought I’d never see it right
Every dream has taken flight

Through walls my sight takes me
Beyond a field slips memory
Traveling again the first degree,
Traveling on the bridge of stars

Have you ever just abandoned ship
Just a sailor catching drift
Weigh anchor and loose your grip
And go, cruising, on the bridge of stars

I’m not alone, don’t know what I’ve done.
To deserve the embrace of the dawn
All my eyes crossing the sun.
Just passing thru, on the bridge of stars

I weep eternal, the child shed.
Something changing in my head
Beaten down by beauty’s dread
Bargain shopping on the bridge of stars

Careless at the speed of thought
Only me I ever fought
Wasn’t long before I’s caught
Searching on this bridge of stars

Slippery as a snake, harmless as a lamb
The tug of war for who I am.
Did you build a wall or shatter a dam.
Fighting, on the bridge of stars.

Leaping galaxies in a wink
Never really stopped to think
I could truly find the brink
Escaping from this bridge of stars

Melted wings don’t catch a breeze
With zero degrees between it and me
There is an awful lot to see
Upon this bridge of stars.

Will the night return my myths
Merely phantoms in the mist.
Read too much in that kiss
Puzzling out this bridge of stars.

Will you wield a hammer, or feel the nail
A lonely search with no crumb trail
Against the grain doesn’t always fail
As you go, learning on this bridge of stars

I’m remembering things I’ve never done,
Got the glory for another’s run.
And had twice my share of fun.
Playing on this Bridge of stars.

She would never try to conquer him;
She knows her place.
Her purpose is to serve.
Wild huntress,
Stalker in the night,
Crouches in reverence to his might.
Lone predator,
Ruler of all she sees,
Offers submissive,
Whimpering pleas.
Taking command,
He forces her still,
Something says,“bend to his will.”
Making known his rein, he plays his part,
Mounting, fire quakes her heart.
She waits with shear anticipation,
On the coming of elation,
Laying all power at his feet,
Never trying to usurp his seat.

Miss Grundy wrote:

It's scary. I think you actually believe this stuff - that it justifies your constant plagiarizing - that you are an artistic genius.
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I agree that there can be a very fine line between wit and madness. Yet to see any signs of your great wit though. Madness, perhaps, but wit? Nope.
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You are NOT a genius. Posting other people's poetry and abusing anyone who questions your activities does not make you a genius.
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Listen carefully, Emlyn - You are NOT a poet - not on the strength of what we see here. And no way are you in the same class as Wordsworth.
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What "creations"? You cut and paste the work of others. That's your form of dementia. Creativity has nothing to do with it.
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Celebrity? You "host" a piddling thread on topix, filling it with plagiarism and absurdly cryptic comments. That sort of celebrity MIGHT see you invited to open a dog-grooming parlour in Namibia ... if Posh or Paris are unavailable
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There is no truth in your posts. Most are filled with words stolen from others.
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William didn't have anyone like you in mind when he penned those words. You may be a lunatic. You may be a lover (of someone other than yourself). But you are NOT - on the evidence presented here - a poet.
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What creations? You spew out other people's creations - not your own.
<quoted text>
I'd agree that you are pathologically determined to stand in the spotlight - that you'll do all you can to have an adoring public - but you do nothing to generate more interest in a poet's work. You deliberately omit the true author's name. You go out of your way to ensure that only you are in the spotlight. You are like the Kim Kardashian of topix poetry.
If you genuinely want to be a poet, then BE ONE! Pour out your heart. Woo our senses with imagery. Make us weep in sympathy. Make us laugh at your humor. And stop making us laugh at how childish and pretentious you are.

I AM REALLY THE CHOSEN ONE.......

One day, a father went to his three sons and told them that he would die soon and he needed to decide which one of them to give his property to. He decided to give them all a test. He said, "Go to the market, my sons, and purchase something that is large enough to fill my bedroom, but small enough to fit in your pocket." From this, I will decide who of you is the wisest and is worthy enough to inherit my land." So, they all went to the market and bought something that they thought would fill the room, yet was still small enough that they could fit into their pockets. Each son came back with a different item. The father told his sons to come into his bedroom one at a time and try to fill up his bedroom with whatever they had purchased. The first son came in and put some pieces of cloth that he had bought and laid them end to end across the room, but it barely covered any of the floor. Then the second son came in and laid some hay, that he had purchased, on the floor but there was only enough to cover half of the floor. The third son came in and showed his father what he had purchased and how it could fill the entire room yet still fit into his pocket. The father replied, "You are truly the wisest of all and you shall receive my property." What was it that the son had showed to his father?

ONLY THE PURE IN HEART WILL BE ABLE TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION......

Robin Tierra.

MrPackage wrote:

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Nikki's a girl's name. How do you expect her to "enter" you?
Moreover, this is yet another example of you plagiarizing the work of others.
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She's not that interested in you because she knows you're not the choosen one.

Robin Tierra.... I AM the choosen one......

Anyone who helps, encourages, believes, supports me, etc. is good.

Anyone who mocks, slanders, resists, rebukes, hinders or harms me in any way is evil.

The line is drawn......CROSS IT AT YOUR PERIL !!

The Love Machine......."THE NEW AGE MESSIAH."

Will Dockery wrote:

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Wow... Emlyn is apparently confuesd about much more than the importance of giving credit where due in poetry...
--
Music & Poetry from Will Dockery:
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery

Hey Toecutter - You knows who I am ? I am the Nightrider!

I am the chosen one. The mighty hand of vengeance, sent down to strike the unroadworthy!

I'm hotter than a rollin' dice.

Step right up, chum, and watch the kid lay down the rubber road, ride this web right on out..... to freedom!

I am the New Age Messiah.........no more of me being nice to you drop-kicks any more........you mess with me......you're gonna LOSE !

LoMac (TLM)