The Poet's Thread

[Poet Laureate]

It has come to my attention that I haven't posted a hobby-related poem in a bit, and that I have posted my work in many different threads, forums, and even one review. So I decided to put all of my work in one thread. That way those of you who like my work and want to compliment me on it, and those who want to take potshots at me, don't have to go very far to do either.
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I have been asked why I do this. I answered truthfully (as I always do) that I like to entertain, and I do have a minor talent (some would say very minor, but I'll leave that to y'all). I also recognize that not everyone appreciates my work, so at least I've done something for them as well. Now they don't have to worry about stumbling across one of my poems unlooked for; from here on everyone who reads my work will do so because they sought it out.
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If you want to make a suggestion for a future work, PM me, whether it's with an idea for the theme of the work, or the name of a song to use as a base for another poem. If I am able to accomodate you, I will give you props when I post the poem here.
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Some of my work is straight poetry, or based on an existing poem. Some is based on an existing song. If it is not completely original, I will always credit the source from which I stole the basic concept.
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So, enjoy, poetry lovers. And load up those rotten tomatoes, all you critics. I'm ready for what you got.
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This work should be read with the following song in mind:
Imaginary Lover, Atlanta Rhythm Section.
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Available providers
Never turn you down
When all the others turn you away
They’re around

It’s my private pleasure
Midnight fantasy
Someone to share
My sexiest dreams with me
Available provider
You’re mine, anytime
My available provider

When some stuck up providers
Don’t feel like I feel
Their menu, so restricted, there’s no thrill
My expectations unfilled
Available provider
You’re mine, anytime
My available provider

Available providers
Never disagree
They always care
(At least they pretend) when you need
Satisfaction guaranteed!
Available provider
You’re mine, all the time
My available provider

[Poet Laureate]

I started this after seeing one lady, finished it after seeing another, and used it as a review. There are a couple changes and updates, but this is almost identical to what I orignally posted.

It started with gentle hug and deep kiss at the door;
I could have dropped my drawers and done her right there on the floor.
We held that liplock, making out until we reached the bed;
When I came up for air she went down and gave me head.

A bareback blowjob, Glory Be, and she was really good;
Working in and out, and up and down along the wood.
To the boys she paid attention, spending lots of time on each;
She should open up a school - this is something she could teach.

I didn’t want to finish quick but she just kept on going;
I warned her I would CIM unless she stopped the blowing.
Her little laugh was something I could hear as well as feel;
I blew my load and sighed while she just finished up her meal.

Relaxing in each other’s arms, we deep kissed more and more,
And pretty soon it crossed my mind to even up the score.
An impish grin upon my face, I looked her in the eye,
And moved on down the bed to have some dinner at the Y.

Fresh and sweet she tasted, and I knew it would be good,
When I found the Little Lady hiding just beneath its hood.
She started then to stiffen; I continued at my task.
One thing was sure, when I was through, I wouldn’t have to ask.

Her breathing came in little gasps, and sweat shone on her face;
I knew that she was close then, and so increased the pace.
Her body arched, she gripped the sheets, hands pressed into the bed;
I couldn’t hear as much by now, her thighs wrapped round my head.

She ground herself against my face, “That’s it, that’s it, right there!”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…Oh my God!” Her hands grabbed at my hair.
She shuddered twice, and then again, and finally three times more;
Forgive me if I counted wrong, I wasn’t keeping score.

She thought that we were finished for awhile, let’s be clear;
Instead I switched positions, and blew softly in her ear.
Caressed her breasts, and kissed her eyes, her face, her neck, and more;
Determined that this session would become the stuff of lore.

Into my mind she must have looked; she smiled and grabbed a cover;
One minute more and now it’s safe to make this girl my lover.
I gently spread her legs, and kissed her full and luscious lips;
My hands upon her breasts, then slowly moving to her hips.

And when at last I entered her, she gripped me wet and warm;
Desire mounting with each thrust, I felt the gathering storm.
Again the lady’s passion sounded sweetly in my ear;
Again her body stiffened as I felt her drawing near.

No smooth technique now, no finesse, it simply wouldn’t do;
I rode that filly deep and hard; her cries began anew.
Her legs around my back were wrapped and locked to tight hold on;
Our bodies close entwined, at last the two of us were one.

Again her body shuddered as I felt her pleasure rise;
Again I saw the smolder in her gorgeous bedroom eyes.
Again I felt the purest joy of heavenly release;
Again I lay beside her, now content to be at peace.

She kissed me, then I wrapped my arms around her shoulders bare;
And ran my hands and fingers through her soft and scented hair.
We kissed again, but soft and light, our passion, it was spent;
“Donation ma’am?” “Two-fifty sir.” I paid, got dressed, and went.

[Devildog79]

It was the pig fair of September
A day I'll well remember
I was walking up and down in drunken pride
When my knees began to flutter
And I sank down in the gutter
And a pig came up and laid down by my side
As I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter
I thought I heard a passing lady say
"You can tell the man who boozes
by the comp'ny that he chooses"
And with that the pig got up and walked away.

[Poet Laureate]

Excellent! Well done! Although I intended this to be a thread with just hobby poetry, as long as the work is original I welcome it.

[Devildog79]

The poet stands naked before the world.

[Poet Laureate]

Originally Posted by Devildog79

The poet stands naked before the world.

Yes, we bare our soul for the enjoyment (or ridicule) of others.

[Poet Laureate]

Transferred from another thread and updated: For those of you who remember the Eagles, and their hit 'Desperado'

Hey Provider

Hey provider, why don’t you open your menu
You’ll have many more men who would visit you now
There’d be more hard ones, now I know that you’ve got your reasons
But all these restrictions are keeping you down

Don’t you do the nasty bareback girl,
That’s something you know better
Cuz you don’t know just what he’ll leave behind

And it seems to me some fine things
Could be laid upon your table
If only you would open up your mind

Hey provider, you just ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger are driving you on
And freedom, oh freedom
That’s not just some people talkin’
Success in the hobby is there to be won

Don’t you feel so sad just sitting
The guys don’t show and the phone don’t ring
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
You’re losing all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how true feeling goes
Away?

Hey provider, why don’t you open your menu
You’ll have many more men, many more than you planned
There’s competition, but there’s a rainbow above you
And now you’ll have someone to love you
Donation in hand

[Guest032117]

Love this thread, and your work!

[ozmosys]

a nooner on the sly

(a poem to a UTR provider, in lieu of a review)

the first time that I saw you
you were getting out of your car
whose make and model I can't recall

because suddenly
there you are
you
in all of your glory
a monument in motion
an original and unsigned work of art
walking across the driveway
with a slightly wicked smile
and disappearing
behind the front porch
of my imagination

well better mine than the neighbors

I was nervous about my breath
rubbing toothpaste in my teeth
with nervous fingers
like a teenager on a forbidden date
away from the prying eyes
of the hall monitor
and the lunch lady

you smile
or at least I hope it's true
lame jokes like these
to win a smile from you

you were helping me
with a problem
that could not be
any more
or less
necessary

a choice that I'll have to make
not likely life and death
more likely life and better life
with risks
but that's my drama
not yours
I didn't even mention it to you

you walked that extra mile with me
which came right out of the blue
it was what I wanted all along
this is true
and I didn't even know
that what I needed at that moment
was someone
exactly like you

a nooner on the sly
a quickie
we had very little time
performing under pressure
and somehow thoroughly satisfied
by this moment with you

[Poet Laureate]

And now, my tribute to Luving Lola; thank you Barry Manilow. I'm sure we all remember 'Copacabana!'

At Her Incall

Her name is Lola, she’s a provider
She has no ribbons in her hair, wears it jumbled everywhere
She’ll do you cowgirl, or mish or doggy
And she’s a pleaser for the guys, never mind their shape or size
She’ll jump you on the bed; she also gives great head
To get no answer when I call
Is what I truly dread

At her incall, her cozy incall
At the hotel across from the big mall
At her incall, her cozy incall
Heat, lust and passion are always in fashion
At her incall
Don’t fall in love

His name is Poet, he was a client
He made a date to see her there, and he loved her auburn hair
And when they finished, he was exhausted
Cuz Lola’s skills were really great, it was for him a super date
And when their time was done, and they’d both had their fun
She kissed him long and deep and sweet
She’s now his number one

At her incall, her cozy incall
At the hotel across from the big mall
At her incall, her cozy incall
Heat lust and passion are always in fashion
At her incall
Don’t fall in love

Her name is Lola, she’s a provider
And to be on her client list is something you don’t want to miss
Cause she is special, and now she’s famous
Still has that same great auburn hair, still wears it jumbled everywhere
Her skills are so refined, she’ll help you to unwind
You get her youth and you get her body
And she blows your mind

At her incall, her cozy incall
At the hotel across from the big mall
At her incall, her cozy incall
Heat lust and passion are always in fashion
At her incall
Don’t fall in love

[Guest032117]

Loving this thread! Can't get Copacabana outta my head now! LOL

[Poet Laureate]

Still Looking started a limerick thread recently. Here are two that made their way into his thread, and a third that is new material. Two make up part of my tribute to Emerald7, who has been very good to me. Thank you, Emerald.


My appointment with Emerald7
Was an hour, from ten to eleven;
Her fabulous kissin'
I'm already missin'
Her lips must have come straight from heaven!


A hobbyist name of Still Looking
Was having some trouble with booking;
But providers soon learned
They would never get burned
With him; now he's really cooking!


A special provider named Em
Is a sweetheart, a jewel, a gem;
Her wonderful dates
At very fair rates
Are the stuff from which fantasies stem!

[Poet Laureate]

I suppose it's inevitable in this business that a hobbyist will fall in love with a provider, or convince himself that he's in love with one. Thank heaven it hasn't happened to me, although I have heard stories. This poem is about a very confused man. I'm sure some of you ladies can relate.

The Hobbyist

He’ll give you the shirt right off of his back
He’ll seem like a gift from above
He’ll give you his all, but providers beware
Of the hobbyist looking for love

He falls in love deep and he falls in love fast
He just doesn’t play by the rules
If you’re his provider, then sister take care
If he chooses you as his jewel

It’s all good at first; he’ll see you a lot
Convinced there’s a real connection
He’ll speak of your beauty, your scent and your grace
Believing you share his affection

But ladies, take note, pay heed to my words
This fella is not what he seems
For soon he’ll be jealous you see other men
And that spells the end of his dreams

Instead of affectionate, kindly and sweet
Instead of deep caring for you
There’s anger and hurt, sometimes even rage
You know what you now have to do

As much as you hate to hurt him at all
To let him down gently you try
But the last thing you see ere closing your door
Is the hurt as he’s saying goodbye

He gave you the shirt right off of his back
He seemed like a gift from above
But now he’s in pain as he goes on his way
The hobbyist looking for love

[Poet Laureate]

Let's face it. All of us were Newbies at one time or another. So it's only natural that I memorialize Newbies for all time to come. And unless you're wayyyyy under 30, I'm sure you remember the Hollies' all time classic, 'Bus Stop'.

Newbie

Newbie, cold day, she’s here, I say
I’ll find her on Eccie
Newbie, needs some lovin’, must come
From a girl on Eccie
All this evening I’ve been searching
Showcase and review
Hoping that I’d find a lady
Newbie friendly too

Every showcase and review I seek the magic words
Sometimes I stop and just admire what she’s got
Every now and then I find a lady looking great
And then it’s time to PM asking for a date

This is how my journey’s starting
Silly but it’s true
Searching for a sweet provider
Eyes of green or blue
Came an answer to my message
No more waiting for me
I have found a cute provider
That I’m off to see

Every showcase and review I seek the magic words
Sometimes I stop and just admire what she’s got
Every now and then I find a lady looking great
And then it’s time to PM asking for a date

Newbie, cold day, she’s here, I say
I found her on Eccie
Newbie, needs some lovin’, must come
From my girl on Eccie
All this evening I spent searching
Showcase and review
Finally I’ve find a lady
Newbie friendly too

[Poet Laureate]

Awhile back I had the pleasure of seeing Luz Marie when she was still pretty new to the business. I had a great time with her and always wanted to see her again, but it never quite worked out. Luz recently ran a thread asking What Would Never Be The Same? Luz, here's my tribute to you; anyone who knows the classic folk song 'Down in the Valley' understands at least one thing that'll never be the same.

I saw a provider, the first time in years
And to my great pleasure, she calmed all my fears
Calmed all my fears, luv, calmed all my fears
And to my great pleasure, she calmed all my fears

I conquered the urges, to pop way too fast
I used my best efforts, at making it last
Making it last, luv, making it last
I used my best efforts, at making it last

A great fifteen minutes, yes they truly were
There’s nothing to do now, but spend time on her
Spend time on her, luv, spend time on her
There’s nothing to do now, but spend time on her

So down in the valley, between those soft thighs
I give her loving, hearing her cries
Hearing her cries, luv, hearing her cries
I give her loving, hearing her cries

Lips tongue and fingers, working as one
I take time to linger, prolonging the fun
Prolonging the fun, luv, prolonging the fun
I take time to linger, prolonging the fun

Her body is arching, it’s clear off the bed
Her long legs are locked tight, right round my head
Right round my head, luv, right round my head
Her long legs are locked tight, right round my head

I get her to shudder, I get her to cream
I give her another, now I hear her scream
I hear her scream, luv, I hear her scream
I give her another, now I hear her scream

Back on the pillows, collapsed with a sigh
Softly but clearly, she whispers Oh My!
Whispers Oh My, luv, whispers Oh My
Softly but clearly, she whispers Oh My!

Now I lay beside her, expect her to sleep
Instead she turns to me, and kisses me deep
Kisses me deep luv, she kisses me deep
Instead she turns to me, and kisses me deep

I know I must leave now, to stay would be wrong
Because my appointment was a half hour long
A half hour long, luv, a half hour long
Because my appointment was a half hour long

I paid the donation, I put on my clothes
I’m leaving light hearted, and free of my woes
Free of my woes, luv, free of my woes
I’m leaving light hearted, and free of my woes