Explicit Poetry's Showcase

Jul 2010

Christine

struggle

I want to struggle against your restraints.
I want you to lose control.
I want to lose control.

Force is not a ***** word.

I want you to
show
me
what
you're
made
of.

Jul 2010

Corkey Hawley

Fantacies From My ***** Mind #1

I recall her stripping me naked
Then she danced around the bed

Slowly, enticingly disrobing her voluptuous form
Her firm breast bouncing free from her bra

My ******* began to ache
As she slipped her tounge around it's head

Her ******* hard & rubbery adorned
the fleshy mountains I saw

Hands wrapped around each
I stroked & squeezed & suckeled

Her wet crotch sliding down my leg
Left a sticky trail

Her mouth found a throbing shift
And stoked it to it's base

Where there she ****** in my *****
And gently rolled them in her mouth
And around her face

Up the shaft she came again
though this time it slide down
Her throught, warm & wet & exhaled

Again & again she went

I almost surcumed

I pushed her back
And dove between her thighs

My tounge found that sweet spot
between the sticky lips

Lapping up her sweet honey drips
Sliding my tounge from one end to the other
******* on that harden ****

Until she gushed more sticky stuff

Then slowly I plunged as deep as I could
Filling up that sweet pink hole

And there I plunged again & again
Until my cheeks were sore

Slowly I raised myself
Hands upon her thighs

Spreading her lovelyness
As wide as she could split

She reached down & grabed my form
Holding hard she guided it in

Not even a chance to heav forwards
SHE CAME UP KER BAM

As she fell back I drove it home
My ***** smacked her in the ***

Stroking deep & slow at first
There was no holding her back

Bucking & bounching she managed
to turn around so I got her from hehind

She reached under & grabed my *****
Like a lease it was as she pulled me in

Faster & faster we went
Then she pushed me back
Grabed my shaft & began to ****

She said to me very sweetly
*I want to drink U all

A little tension release 4 me, hope U enjoyed da ride, *** again, Doc

Jul 2010

A Thomas Hawkins

*** tanka

A stifled whimper
The sight of your back arching
Hands gripping at sheets
Head turned toward the mirror
Watching with eyes wide open.

Jul 2010

D Conors

without you is a lonely shore (for M)

without you is a lonely shore,
a stretch of sand, a closing door,
where wisps the winds from off the waves,
such mockery of my heart they make.

no matter what the time of day,
i think, i dream of you this way:
hand in hand, at last as one,
sharing laughter, love and fun.

D. Conors
12 July 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

The Autumn of Terror: Part the 5th ' O have you seen the devle'

"29 October 1888 -- this letter was sent to Dr. Openshaw, who performed the medical examination on the portion of kidney received by George Lusk in conjunction with the From Hell letter."
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Old boss
you was rite
it was the left kidny
i was goin to hoperate agin
close to you ospitle
just as i was going to
dror mi nife along of er bloomin throte
them cusses of coppers spoilt the game
but i guess i wil be on the jobn soon
and will send you another
bit of innerds

Jack the Ripper

O have you seen the devle with his mikerscope and scalpul a-lookin at a kidney with a slide cocked up.
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 5th
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/

D. Conors
12 July 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

The Autumn of Terror: Part the 4th 'I know your address'

You though your-self
very clever I reckon
when you
informed the police.

But you made a mistake
if you though I dident see you.

Now I known
you know me
and I see your little game,
and I mean to finish you
and send
your ears to your wife
if you show this to the police
or help them
if you do

I will finish you.

It no use your trying to get out of my way.

Because I have you
when you dont expect it
and I keep my word
as you soon see and
rip you up.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper.

PS You see I know your address
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 4th
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/ripperletters/

D. Conors
12 July 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

The Autumn of Terror: Part the 3rd 'From Hell'

"On October 16th George Lusk, the president of the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee, received a three-inch-square cardboard box in his mail. Inside was half a human kidney preserved in wine, along with the following letter. Medical reports carried out by Dr. Openshaw found the kidney to be very similar to the one removed from Catherine Eddowes, though his findings were inconclusive either way. The letter read as follows:"

From hell.
Mr Lusk,
Sor
I send you half the Kidne
I took from one woman
and prasarved it for you
tother piece
I fried and ate
it was very nise.

I may send you
the ****** knif
that took it out
if you only wate a whil longer

signed
Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk
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View the actual document here: http://www.casebook.org/images/lusksmall.jpg
The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 3rd
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/index.html

D. Conors
11 July 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

The Autumn of Terror: Part the 2nd "Saucy Jacky" Postcard

I was not codding
dear old Boss
when I gave you the tip,
you'll hear about
Saucy Jacky's
work tomorrow
double event this time
number one squealed a bit
couldn't finish straight off.

ha not the time to get ears for police.

thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.

Jack the Ripper
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View the actual document here: http://www.casebook.org/images/coddingc.jpg

The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 2nd
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/index.html

D. Conors
11 July 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

The Autumn of Terror: Part the 1st "Dear Boss"

Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me
but they wont fix me just yet.
I have laughed
when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track.

That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits.

I am down on ******
and I shant quit
ripping them
till I do get buckled.

Grand work the last job was.
I gave the lady
no time to squeal.

How can they catch me now.

I love my work
and want to start again.

You will soon hear of me with
my funny little games.

I saved some of the proper red stuff
in a ginger beer bottle
over the last job
to write with
but it went thick
like glue
and
I cant use it.

Red ink is fit enough I hope
ha. ha.

The next job
I do
I shall clip
the ladys ears
off
and send to the police officers
just for jolly wouldn't you.

Keep this letter back
till I do a bit more work,
then give it out straight.

My knife's so nice and sharp
I want to get to work right away
if I get a chance.

Good Luck.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper

Dont mind me giving the trade name

PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 1st
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/index.html

D. Conors
11 July 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

air man (for M)

falling with you to catch me,
i am Icarus.

wings of wax.

the man in the air of your dreams...

By D. Conors.
c. 27 May 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

covered up

with no one to talk to
and
no plan as to where i should go,
i fall into a listless,
waking slumber
and
feel covered up in cold.

D. Conors
25 June 2010

Jul 2010

Corkey Hawley

Memories Of Youth Gone

As I have gotten Older
And less active with my Age
I long 4 the lust of my Youth
The passion and the Rage
The longing 2 stick my fingers
and my tounge
in warm, wet, juicy space
2 feel excited by Flesh
and **** @ a fevered pace
I've lost so much
Of my Face
Yerning 4 that
Speical PLACE
I Feel My *****
All Gone In Haste
I Taste Her Lower Lips
All Sticky With *** Like Paste

That'sAsGoodAsItGets4Now March2010
ACleverEyeWillCTheSilhouette

Jul 2010

D Conors

Pieces Vital

When I walk alone and by myself
for a day or two or perhaps a minute,
nothing makes sense and everything does,
and I want to write without words
and love myself while hating me, too,
and prove to you the world is ours
or maybe just yours
when all is paved in pain
like some puzzle missing pieces vital.
But only when I walk alone.

When I have to be with you
for an entire day or a few minutes,
it all makes sense and it doesn't
and I want to talk in silence
and be your friend and maybe more
and prove virility while wrestling the lions
or just by simply holding you
when the tears fall from your eyes
like the blood from one thousand wounds
but only when I have to be with you.

D. Conors
c. 26 July 1988

"Pieces Vital" was my first ever officially published work.
I still have the publisher's proof in my files.