Caixa Preta

[Erthona]

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So, is this it then?
You would have me write soft porn,
and call it a poem, or a hymn?
Or…., just say Hi Mon!
and then start in, again?
This time to expect a cleaner end?
Or would you rather, Idyll?
While sensuously you sidle,
wanting, waiting, wishing all the while,
that I would grab the bridle,
and ride, ride, ride!
Then maybe, ride some more?
Try hard as I might,
to ring up the score:
Neon flashing through the night,
as that digit counter falls,
oh the effort, shakes with might,
bumpers bounce the silver ball,
while trembling fingers try to make
the rhythmic, rhyming, runic, call,
an ancient cricket in the wall,
climb the highest mountain heights,
paw the pearl of precious price
till the earth shakes out the sand,
stranded then upon dry land,
for the lack of one wet drop,
concluding then, it’s time to stop?
stop…Stop….STOP!

A soft digit slowly strolls down the spine,
A snail pace traipses, touching, taunting, taking time,
sprung cocked-spring, wistfully, lethargically unwinds,
Listening, lazing, lapsing, lolling,
As Kronos chants a chortled chime,
Waiting
For
the
Final
Rhyme!


—Erthona

[ellajam]

hoowhee, great ride.

[tectak]

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So, is this it then?
You would have me write soft porn,
and call it a poem, or a hymn?
Or…., just say Hi Mon!
and then start in, again?
This time to expect a cleaner end?
Or would you rather, Idyll?
While sensuously you sidle,
wanting, waiting, wishing all the while,
that I would grab the bridle,
and ride, ride, ride!
Then maybe, ride some more?
Try hard as I might,
to ring up the score:
Neon flashing through the night,
as that digit counter falls,
oh the effort, shakes with might,
bumpers bounce the silver ball,
while trembling fingers try to make
the rhythmic, rhyming, runic, call,
an ancient cricket in the wall,
climb the highest mountain heights,
paw the pearl of precious price
till the earth shakes out the sand,
stranded then upon dry land,
for the lack of one wet drop,
concluding then, it’s time to stop?
stop…Stop….STOP!

A soft digit slowly strolls down the spine,
A snail pace traipses, touching, taunting, taking time,
sprung cocked-spring, wistfully, lethargically unwinds,
Listening, lazing, lapsing, lolling,
As Kronos chants a chortled chime,
Waiting
For
the
Final
Rhyme!


—Erthona

I have loved this twice or is it just the name?
Have you posted it before, though I would love it just the same.
...or is it something wot I wrote,
years ago in memory
and called it by the name you used
Caixa Preta two oh one three,
was never finished?
Not by me.
See:

Caixa Preta 2013
Is this all there is?
My two score years have turned the lathe
and buried my errant feet in curling slivers:
I can and will walk home.
This squealing strip of running leather,
looping endless round my days,
is calling out my name. Tulio.Tulio.
I will return to polish my black box:
for all that there is
or ever will be
is there.
(unfinished)
tectak

[ChristopherSea]

Caixa Preta? It reads like a Portuguese possession of sorts, but knowing you, this could be a Buddhism reference as well. The poem itself is a hailstorm of alliterations and 'ing'ed adjectives that usually ring my ears and weaken their stems, but they fare alright herein. I am not certain if you are editing something in the 'For Fun' forum regardless. However, I would probably change 'that digit counter falls' as it is so signature of the Who's 'Pinball Wizard' (don't digit counters rise anyway?). It's an impressive piece worth more than one read to take in all of the sights and sonics. Cheers/Chris

[Erthona]

Thanks ella
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Tom,

It could be you have read it before...somewhere else (Maybe at poetry .com), it has never been posted on this site. With all these people posting physical love poetry, I thought I would dust this off and see how it flew. I wrote it for an ebony maid, but of course the reference is a double entendre. But at least you caught the black box, which I am sure has happened on more than one occasion
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Chris,

Yes references from all over. The cricket in the wall was from an Asian story I read, fairly well known, but with the the drugs they have me on my memory is often cloudy, as it is today and I cannot call up the reference. Shameful when one cannot remember ones on allusions, but there it is. As to pinball Wizard the lyrics read

"The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!"

So they do in fact drop downward.

As to the use, there are several. There is a double entendre on "digit" and there is the idea that if you play her correctly you'll run up the score, i.e., give her many orgasm, not to mention the idea of getting a free replay. Plus I thought both horse riding and playing pinball were apt descriptions for sex, just in different ways. One is just pure banging, and one is more manipulative, both generally occur in a good extended round of sex. You'll notice there are a number of reference to "paw the pearl of precious price" that is stimulating her clitoris, and usually this is done with ones digits, that is if the larger digit is already spelunking, so as make it impossible to be a cunning linguist.
Anyway, the reference to "Pinball Wizard" was quite intentional, but points to you for recognizing it.

Thanks for reading and commenting,

dale

[ChristopherSea]

Thanks ella
------------------------------------------------------------
Tom,

It could be you have read it before...somewhere else (Maybe at poetry .com), it has never been posted on this site. With all these people posting physical love poetry, I thought I would dust this off and see how it flew. I wrote it for an ebony maid, but of course the reference is a double entendre. But at least you caught the black box, which I am sure has happened on more than one occasion
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Chris,

Yes references from all over. The cricket in the wall was from an Asian story I read, fairly well known, but with the the drugs they have me on my memory is often cloudy, as it is today and I cannot call up the reference. Shameful when one cannot remember ones on allusions, but there it is. As to pinball Wizard the lyrics read

"The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!"

So they do in fact drop downward.

As to the use, there are several. There is a double entendre on "digit" and there is the idea that if you play her correctly you'll run up the score, i.e., give her many orgasm, not to mention the idea of getting a free replay. Plus I thought both horse riding and playing pinball were apt descriptions for sex, just in different ways. One is just pure banging, and one is more manipulative, both generally occur in a good extended round of sex. You'll notice there are a number of reference to "paw the pearl of precious price" that is stimulating her clitoris, and usually this is done with ones digits, that is if the larger digit is already spelunking, so as make it impossible to be a cunning linguist.
Anyway, the reference to "Pinball Wizard" was quite intentional, but points to you for recognizing it.

Thanks for reading and commenting,

dale

The layers herein are rich and deep. Yes, it's quite clear that you are a dirty old man and very good at it!

[Erthona]

Chris

Not enough energy left to be good at it.

dale