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You,
too, can Write BDSM Poetry!
[Humor]
~ by yielding, slave to Stern
yielding@bdsmu.com
**Plus sample poem afterward by by Celtic
Lord Wolfgang, using these
guidelines
Read the SCENEprofiles Interview with Yielding
Read Yielding's other article Spirituality
& Slavery
Think BDSM poetry is too high-brow, too erudite, just
too darn hard to understand? Well,
it doesn’t have to be – not if you know the tricks of the trade!
If you follow a few simple rules, you can skyrocket to the top of
the poetic heap in no time at all. Here
are some basics:
Before you do anything else, choose a name.
Make it sound mysterious or mystical.
It will give character to the written word, especially if you
have none of your own. Try
to include one of these words in your new pen name:
“mythic,” “gothic,” “Lord – (men only),” “nymph
– (women only),” “troubadour,” or “Celtic.”
Never try to use specific poetic forms.
It’s far too literary and you will alienate your audience.
Don’t use big words for the same reason.
Anything over two syllables is usually too much.
A few exceptions apply; use them sparingly.
Whether or not punctuation is called for, use it at the end of every
line. Alternate between
periods and commas; throw in an occasional semicolon.
Sometimes using a question mark at the end of the poem creates
the illusion that you’ve given the reader something further to think
about. Avoid the dash –
its just confusing.
DO NOT EDIT!!! Never
question what your heart has written.
Always center your poetry on the page.
It will create the impression that your poem is elegant and
sophisticated.
Use the passive voice. Readers
will think you really know how to “turn a sentence.”
The longer, the better. Once
you’ve made your point, make it again and again, in case anyone missed
it the first time around. If
you don’t have a point, ramble and call it “stream of
consciousness.”
If your audience insists on “depth,” misuse or misspell a few words
here and there. The
egg-heads will be able to discuss the ambiguous meanings of “there”
and “their.”
If anyone criticizes, play the “poetic license” defense card.
If someone asks you a question you don’t understand,
affect one of the following:
angst, superiority, pensive deliberation or quiet patronization.
In this way, you will encourage people to believe that your
creative genius far exceeds anyone’s ability to conceptualize your
art.
Popular phrases:
These phrases can be incorporated into any BDSM poem without
diminishing its overall quality.
“Play me like a _______ (insert favorite stringed instrument.
Avoid “viola” or “bass.”)
“Glistening mound”
“Deep in my/your throat”
“Flowering lips”
“We become one”
“Wet cleft”
“Rock-hard shaft” or
“Rock-hard nipples”
“Taut nipples”
“Winding curves of your body”
“Perfect globes”
“Time stands still”
“Pleasure you/me”
“My/your seed”
Popular ideas and metaphors:
Being carried away by the moment
Pleasure mingling with pain
Rivers, oceans, flowing waters compared to vaginal secretions.
Fountains or explosions compared to male ejaculation.
Males compared to gods, kings, rulers – benevolent for the most part,
but willing to impart discipline, even thought it hurts them deeply to
have to do so.
Females who ruminate on which body part is best used to “pleasure”
the gods, kings and rulers.
Anything to do with unicorns, forests or gardens (primarily gardens of
delight. Avoid veggie
gardens.)
Anything to do with “capturing” or being “captured.”
Forced sex that becomes too overwhelmingly beautiful and intense for the
woman to resist.
Taste of man’s/woman’s secretions compared to food (usually
non-acidic fruit; avoid references to French toast)
Almost anything compared to “life itself.”
A Few Words About Words:
Words choice is relatively unimportant to the BDSM poet.
There are only a few good BDSM poetry words anyway, so what does
it matter how often they are used in a single stanza?
Don’t worry about their meanings.
If you don’t know what a word means, assume no one else will
either, and if it sounds good, use it.
It can only make you look better.
There are, however, some words that should never be used in BDSM
poetry. For example:
sticky
acrid
flaccid
bitter
gaping
cornhole gurgle
sneeze
snatch
elbow(as in “up to my…”)
cheesy
viscous
wretch
spit
sag
slimy
greasy
diminuitive
gash
As you can see, any one of these words will render your poem
un-beautiful, or, in the active voice, ugly.
The word “cock” is acceptable in any BDSM poem, as long as it is
being worshipped, driven deep into something, lauded for its size and
strength or being described with awe and reverence.
Self-admiration is no exception.
A man who recognizes his penis as being the source of all
masculine power, and it’s explosive release as a sought-after
life-giving elixir is obviously a man who all the gals want to get to
know.
“Pussy,” or any of its counterparts, are generally not acceptable in
BDSM poetry. Vaginas must be
referred to as flowers; labial lips as petals which awaken and open at
the very thought of the above mentioned “cock.”
(“Cunt” can be used in lesbian poetry, because it is
affirming and self-empowering.)
Try it Yourself!
Use the list below to compose your own BDSM poem.
Don’t be surprised if it turns out to be the best one ever
written! (Words like
“the” “and” “of” “for,” etc. are freebies.
Use them frequently and without regard to need or content.)
aroma
always
afterglow amber (glow)
air
await
anticipate
alive
around
all
alone
along
about
amid
burn
breast
breathe breath(less)
bite
beat(in unison) beauty
beautiful
bond
blush
bathe
belong
beyond between
cleft
crave
control
curve
conquer
calm
create
cry
care
cream(y)
cling
caress
chance
cheek
delight(ful)
delve
desperate deep(en)
delta
desire
discovery
dream
depth
danger
dwell
display
distance dance
every
each
envelop explode
ecstasy
explore eternal
eager(ly)
envy
enslave essence
erect
erotic
enter
fire
fall
finger(s)
flower
forever
flesh
flame
feel(ing)
flow(ing)
fresh
fine
fly
flat
fondle
glow
grip
graceful
groan
gaze
glorious
god(s)
heart
heartbeat
heat
hand(s)
hunger(gry) hard
hurt
heave(ing)
huge
here
hear
hope
heaven
happiness
ice
imagine inch
instant
intoxicate intertwine
intense
join
journey joy
know
kind
kiss
knot
keep
keen
king(ly)
lip
long
longing(ly)
love
lost(in)
life
limb(s)
mound
mingle
mount
mine
mind
mighty
magnificent
muffle(d)
mad
moment movement
most
moist
mercy
nipple
nestle
need
never
not
none
near
overcome
open
overtake O!
only
obedience
object
passion pound
power(ful)
probe
pleasure play
perfume
pale
place
proud
pliant
prod
press
practiced
quiet
quiver
quest
quench
quake
question
rise
river
ride
rule
release
rugged
round(ed)
space
strong
slow
shaft
smile
sense
soul
surrender
stroke
seize
stiff
spirit
spring
sword
show
satin
silk(en)(y)
sensuous shame
sharp
soft
tongue
touch
time(less)
tender
taste
tender
tremble
tears
tease
thirst
truth
throat
travel
there
tense
tumble
turn
transport
tranquil tower(ing)
timid
under
universe
unison
unite
union
unclad
undying
vast
vibrate
vibrant
valley
vow
void virginal
waters
want
whimper warm(th)
worship
wait
where
young
yearn
yield
yes
youth
year(s)
zeal
zone
Moist
Quest
by Celtic Lord Wolfgang
A flowing faucet, your wet cleft,
A river to the see-saw rides,
Upon my noble cock of plenty;
Time stands still.
At first disgust down to your deepest depths,
Was felt by you, our oneness sore denied.
My face sharp slaps resounded with;
And like a set of bongos was I being played.
I, your God, your king,
Whose rock-hard cock, your twelve-inch ruler,
Shed, with craven craving, one lone tear,
In throbbing tremble,
(Or wast it trembling throb) at your denial?
"Wench, " I smiled.
"Dost flower spurn the sun,
Whose burning flame makes rosebush blush,
And daffodil erupt in amber glow?
Dost blossom close before the honeybee's persistent probe?
Well, dost it? Answer
me!"
By hungry hands, your slender wrists were seized,
Fast-pinioned in restraints from Mr. S,
Your ankles, not so slender, pinioned too,
Till starfish-spread, (Except that starfishes
more limbs possess than four, but who doth count?)
Two perfect globes upended,
Rosebud-orifice revealed,
With likely rock-hard nipples,
(Though I could not tell, for you were bottom-up),
Writhed and whimpered you,
Most yearning for release.
Regret imbued my regal mien,
The discipline, called once more to impose,
The flogger, craft by Heartwood, took I up.
And lightning struck those brazen buttocks,
Much as summer storms assault
Paramus
,
Verdant setting of thy Lord's ancestral home,
In basement of his mother's manse ensconced
Descended on those teasing cheeks a fire of flame.
At least the strokes that wandered not away,
To tickle kidneys or the bedclothes fiercely to upbraid.
Your pain-cries changed their tune,
From "Ow!" to "Oooh!" and further,
"Unnhhhh!" and "Ahhhhhh!" did loud resound.
"Oh, my Lord," your pliant passion urged,
"Impale me now upon thy manly shaft!"
"Stroke deep the silky, satin, molten core,
That waits, an aching void surrendered to your:
Terrible swift sword!"
And so, deep thrusting I,
Avaunt thy glist'ning mound, past flowery lips,
Your Lord's fast-pulsing pleasure unit plunged.
Plumbing depths of pleasure ne'er approached,
Volcanic fount exploded, lava flowed,
And, just in time, too;
For Leno was almost on.
~~~~~
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