I learned tonight that our own Empress Chi Chi Valenti will be reading her poem about the Harlem Balls at Cupid's Ball@Spa this Thursday, February 14th on Valentines Day. For me this kicks the event up several notches and now I plan to be there!

Helin-- I never thought I'd be reading poetry from you - Keep it up, girl!

your poem

That would make a good song.

Die why?#13
I'm in pain I am confused
My mind is taunting me
Why why why
why does he want me to die
we've been thru it all and back again
and there he goes back again
Oh when you think things are better
they are not, they are not
life took another shot
and missed, should I be pissed.

We were talking
he was driving
My mind was racing
I am glad I said so
I didnt know he knew
Could he tell
he could and didnt yell
if he knows Whoa!
I wasnt direct
Whatever I said had an effect
it had an effect on him
that caught onand he knows
what should I do
If he accepts it I guess its fine
He came just at the right time..

They tickle your testes
you know I only let you wear the best
Your chest is defined with breat shadows
your nipples are brownish red and slightly hard
your chest cut up and your shoulders muscular
Oh how I want you,
Show yourself become visible
what I am sending you is not edible
but you are!
Its not a car or a gold bar
Rememeber they will tickle your testes,
warm your buns
they may even make you cum
sounds like fun..
So if you can figure out what it is I am describing I will give you something...

No Accessories Required

In a crowded room, he said,
he fantasized and had a lovely time doing it.
swash buckling tall,
long strayed hair with darkening eyes to prove it
or they loved it or she/he loved it,
when he says he did it to them all;
he implied he played a priest
or maybe it was a late night hotel bellman.
Try as I may,
"I can 't remember everything you know!"

I said, 'I don't do that when alone together,'
fantasies, i mean
but I think he thought I meant,
I don't do that..........
the big that,
that that that everyone means when they say that
which is a much larger issue than,
"I don't do that"
and I don't...fantasize, I mean.....
not here anyway, not now.... but.

I did tell him, I don't do fantasy,
I think he heard me.
he sat back in his chair musing
through his repretoire of characters,
remembering his fantasies
as if they had taken place this evening.
he smiled inside himself, again,
another time, our eyes were not meeting
another fantasy? not with me this time,
only his rememberings

He said that fantasies were fun.
they could enhance a situation
becoming a fore-text for fore-play,
my words sorry.
taking on a persona to please another
and thrill the room.
he could thrill the room
by just walking in the door, but
but, what do I know, he likes fantasy,
and I don't do that. I told him.

What I wanted to say is,
I don't need fantasy to do that.
I know now, I should have grabbed him by the collar
and pulled him close
and felt his heartbeat
and heard his breath warm my face,
whispering for everyone else to hear,
"I don't need fantasy
When you are with me, baby, we are enough.
No accessories required."

Merlin , June 9, 1995

[This message was edited by daddy on 02-15-02 at 11:45 AM.]

Remember, I warned you about Merlin. He is dangerous. This stuff is real. Beautiful and real. Watch out.

EDITOR'S NOTE:
Merlin,
Sometimes there is a translation problem on the boards. Quotation marks turn into question marks. I don't know why. That's why it says Edited by Daddy. Of course I didn't edit your perfect poem. Just fixed the glitches.

love this thread, bobby,
and yes i am greatfilled
that you improved my impoverished text daddy.

hmmm never had a warning label before;-)

Well another week is gonna go by
and I think of you .
I liked the way you winked at me,
makes me smile,
and yes for a while,
today I was thinking of you winking away!!

Emily's latest, "Atta Poem" is available as text or an mpeg. This Verbal Abuse Legend is always worth a listen!

Emily XYZ Atta Poem

I have been up and down lately and now on a down streak a bad one, I wrote this like 8-10 years ago, and I felt like this last night...

Here I lay
upon a bed of roses
red roses
lying dead
lying in red
red roses

Quarter me
Board me up
shut me out
give me a mouth
to speak out with
let me speak alone
I have fucked or been
fucked, so what am I
what am I
I know I'm good looking,
he told me so.
And there are times
when he makes me
feel particularly
good
but y
should I
Everyone knows
what I am
so y bother
so let me cover my head
cover my body
make me dead

I'm worn
my loins are torn
I'm a whore
and a bore
and what for?
I'm just a whore
fuck this
fuck that
suck this suck that
buy me this drink buy me that.
whoredom
boredom
I'd rather be a bore than a whore
but I guess
I had no choice in that one.
I was made a whore by a boar
now this whore wants to be no more.
Blackness
I see no more
sickness I see no more
Chloe** I see no more
Everything I see no more
Please, pleaseI say dont pity the dying whore.
let her die
At least she wouldn't
have lived a lie
Please let me die
as heartanchingly
as I have lived.
I am nothing
I am nothing at
all I'm bound to be no one
I= nothing, no one,
whore.

Like I said I wrote this years ago, I dont want to worry anyone, I am ok I am not looking to do any harm, I just needed to vent my feelings

the *** to those who dont know my first drag name was Chloe, and thats what the ** refers to...

Wow, Ms. Rhiannon! Your poem reminds me of my favourite poet Sylvia Plath. My favourite poem being "Lesbos". Granted her poetry was influenced by her hatred of being confined to the life of a mother and housewife; however I found the resemblance to your poem, in relation to the emotion and despair. I really wanted to copy and paste "Lesbos" in this post but I think its just too long so instead heres a link for anyone interested in it:
http://www.plathonline.com/poems/Lesbos.html

Crashing
bashing
thrashing, all in my mind
I cant stop
feeling fear
the tears
as they ...run
down my face
I have lost the race.
My fears guided my tears down my porcelin face. The race is over
I feel like
I was run over, by a range-rover
Over more, agin agin.
Me memememe!!
fu ny you think thats the singer,
the singer of the song,
the bringer of the bong
What?
he hasnt brought I have bought, and brought and now i am distraught...

slash and burn
I'm discerned
and burned. I
am changing,
dont know anymore, who is that whore?
I feel
like a movie reel
is this happening
is it happeneing to me?
I feel this I feel that
sometimes feeling like a cat.
Curious...
whats going on?
Interested...
where am I
I'm gonna be 26
whats with the trix
and the games.
What is my goal, my aim?
I still cant spell
or type too well
Life feels like one big game

I dont know when you'll get this,
but its been hard this week
not speaking with you, and
not sleeping with you,
having my arm under your neck
often giving you pecks
of kisses as you sleep
as I am counting my sheep.
Like little Bo Peep
Nibbling on my neck
shoulders and arms
you keep me warm
your embrace
that sweet wonderful
face. your eyes
drive me wild
your style
very non chalant
yet I look at you and I want
to grab you and hold you near
my dear, I cant wait to see you
my fear, my dear isnt so clear.
I want you here..

THAT is a beautiful love poem Helin.

It is a strange thing to become
a man's fantasy. When he reveals
his desires they confuse me and
leve me breathless.

I know I have to pay attention.
He has no limits in his mind.

Sometimes I am very afraid.



(I do have some of my own hope you like them to).

I wanna write more myself, please we need to liven this section up again!!