Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

PoeticWitch · 05-30-2012, 05:31 PM

The noodles
Squiggle and squirm
Covered in olive oil
Making them slick
Watching them makes me think
Of two lovers fucking
Covered in babyoil
Or something of similar slipperiness
The lovers slipping and sliding
Against each other
Screwing each others brains out
And the noises they would make!
The noises, sighing and whispered words
To grunting and groaning to growling and bellowing
All in pleasure of course
Til finally they scream as they cum and cum
They cum so much it might as well be considered
Oodles of cumming
And there.. I am back to the noodles...
The noodles for my dinner
Plain ole boring noodles
Unless you look at them just right.

This poem is ode to a conversation that took place in chat.. I have reposted it here for the enjoyment of others

PoeticWitch · 05-31-2012, 07:48 AM

The insanity of society
Drives one to the brink
The brink of insanity

A vicious circle
We humans have created
Like a snake feeding upon itself

The poor get poorer
The rich get richer
And no one tries to change it

My insanity is not
Your insanity is not
Their insanity neither

It grows like a black mold
Like roaches infesting everything
Upon this earth of our making

PoeticWitch · 05-31-2012, 11:00 AM

For a minute
You made me smile
For a minute
You made me laugh

For that minute
I was dizzy with infatuation
For that minute
I was filled with yearning

Now that minute is gone
And I know it is true love
Now that minute is gone
And I will cherish you always

PoeticWitch · 06-02-2012, 09:16 AM

Do you remember
When you lost it
Lost that precious innocence
We all once had

The innocence of childhood
Believing in unicorns and dragons
Believing in robots and aliens
Believing tomorrow was another day for adventure

Did you gently lose it over time?
Was it ripped from you?
Did you wake up one day
Just to think that you weren't going to play anymore

Lets go back to those days
Of cowboys and indians
Of princesses and knights on white horses
Carefree days of our childhoods lost

PoeticWitch · 06-06-2012, 08:37 AM

You put on a smiling face
And no one knows
Of the Monster deep inside

The Monster dying to get out
To show the world who you truly are
The not so sweet woman they think

This Monster is not so bad
She just wants to say
What is truly on your mind

She just wants to be released
From these shackles of politeness
Because sometimes being polite isn't helpful at all

This Monster wants to be blunt
This Monster wants to tell the truth
This Monster wants to tell it as it is

But polite society won't like that
So this Monster stays locked away
To be hidden til one day she escapes

When this Monster escapes a rampage will ensue
The truth will be cast about with no thought to whom might be hurt
The bluntness will be used as weapon, and many will fall before it

A Monster of societies making

PoeticWitch · 06-09-2012, 10:00 AM

Memory so haunting
So bittersweet
Just a tune
Can bring tears
To my eyes
Dear mother
I do miss you
We might not have
Many happy memories
But there are a few
That I keep close
To my heart
To cherish so dear
To pull out and view
With a small happy smile
On my face
Little funny stories
Of times past
To tell my friends
To have a good laugh
So they know
Not all was bad
It wasn't all bad
Mother dear
I still love you
I always did
And I know you loved us too
Was just messed up
Like the rest of us
And unable to express it
I forgive you Mother
I hope you hear
What is in my heart
I hope you can rest
I hope you can move on
To a better place

PoeticWitch · 06-10-2012, 08:25 AM

You yell at me
I yell at you
This is a lil dance we do

Hurt feelings all around
Nothing solved in the end
Neither willing to give in

You stand your back to me
I stand my back to you
Both of us too angry to continue

Both must give in, in some way
For this rift to heal
But who will make the first move

A gentle hand on the shoulder
A silent tear on the cheek
A hug to heal the heartbreak

Both whisper apologies
Both promise to try not do it again
Both promise love forever

Who made the first touch
Who said the first sorry
It matters not for the rift is bridged

At least temporarily

PoeticWitch · 07-25-2012, 08:26 AM

Guys have it easy
The whole standing to pee thing
If only I could stand to pee
It would save me so much time

If I could just hike up my skirt
Let it loose, shake it bit
And be on my way
Oh it sounds so wonderful

But no, I have to sit
I have to wipe
Pull up the panties
Make sure that pesky toilet flushes

How fair is that?
Have you heard of that device?
Called STP? It means Stand To Pee
Have you tried it? Neither have I

But I want to
I really do
I wonder is it reusable
Is it sanitary?

I must go shopping
I must find out
I need to see with my own eyes
To see if this device can help me pee standing up

DaddyNik12 · 07-25-2012, 02:09 PM

haah love it ducky

Ginger · 07-26-2012, 09:54 AM

Learn something new every day!

Quote:

Originally Posted by ducky.mcclure

Guys have it easy
The whole standing to pee thing
If only I could stand to pee
It would save me so much time

If I could just hike up my skirt
Let it loose, shake it bit
And be on my way
Oh it sounds so wonderful

But no, I have to sit
I have to wipe
Pull up the panties
Make sure that pesky toilet flushes

How fair is that?
Have you heard of that device?
Called STP? It means Stand To Pee
Have you tried it? Neither have I

But I want to
I really do
I wonder is it reusable
Is it sanitary?

I must go shopping
I must find out
I need to see with my own eyes
To see if this device can help me pee standing up

PoeticWitch · 07-30-2012, 01:25 PM

God give me wings
So I might fly above the masses
To avoid the touch of them
For their cruelty and lies
Sicken me and leave a feel of filth on all they touch

If you cannot give me wings God
Can you give me patience
So I might teach the masses
Of love and life
To teach them to cherish all around them

God if you cannot give me patience
Can you bring about the zombie apocalypse
Population control in an instant
People would not take everything for granted
If today you could surely die

05-30-2012, 05:31 PM	#1
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	Oodles of Noodles The noodles Squiggle and squirm Covered in olive oil Making them slick Watching them makes me think Of two lovers fucking Covered in babyoil Or something of similar slipperiness The lovers slipping and sliding Against each other Screwing each others brains out And the noises they would make! The noises, sighing and whispered words To grunting and groaning to growling and bellowing All in pleasure of course Til finally they scream as they cum and cum They cum so much it might as well be considered Oodles of cumming And there.. I am back to the noodles... The noodles for my dinner Plain ole boring noodles Unless you look at them just right. This poem is ode to a conversation that took place in chat.. I have reposted it here for the enjoyment of others __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

05-31-2012, 07:48 AM	#2
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	The Insanity The insanity of society Drives one to the brink The brink of insanity A vicious circle We humans have created Like a snake feeding upon itself The poor get poorer The rich get richer And no one tries to change it My insanity is not Your insanity is not Their insanity neither It grows like a black mold Like roaches infesting everything Upon this earth of our making __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

05-31-2012, 11:00 AM	#3
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	For a minute For a minute You made me smile For a minute You made me laugh For that minute I was dizzy with infatuation For that minute I was filled with yearning Now that minute is gone And I know it is true love Now that minute is gone And I will cherish you always __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

06-02-2012, 09:16 AM	#4
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	Childhood Lost Do you remember When you lost it Lost that precious innocence We all once had The innocence of childhood Believing in unicorns and dragons Believing in robots and aliens Believing tomorrow was another day for adventure Did you gently lose it over time? Was it ripped from you? Did you wake up one day Just to think that you weren't going to play anymore Lets go back to those days Of cowboys and indians Of princesses and knights on white horses Carefree days of our childhoods lost __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

06-06-2012, 08:37 AM	#5
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	Monster You put on a smiling face And no one knows Of the Monster deep inside The Monster dying to get out To show the world who you truly are The not so sweet woman they think This Monster is not so bad She just wants to say What is truly on your mind She just wants to be released From these shackles of politeness Because sometimes being polite isn't helpful at all This Monster wants to be blunt This Monster wants to tell the truth This Monster wants to tell it as it is But polite society won't like that So this Monster stays locked away To be hidden til one day she escapes When this Monster escapes a rampage will ensue The truth will be cast about with no thought to whom might be hurt The bluntness will be used as weapon, and many will fall before it A Monster of societies making __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

06-09-2012, 10:00 AM	#6
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	So Bittersweet Memory so haunting So bittersweet Just a tune Can bring tears To my eyes Dear mother I do miss you We might not have Many happy memories But there are a few That I keep close To my heart To cherish so dear To pull out and view With a small happy smile On my face Little funny stories Of times past To tell my friends To have a good laugh So they know Not all was bad It wasn't all bad Mother dear I still love you I always did And I know you loved us too Was just messed up Like the rest of us And unable to express it I forgive you Mother I hope you hear What is in my heart I hope you can rest I hope you can move on To a better place __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

06-10-2012, 08:25 AM	#7
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	Both You yell at me I yell at you This is a lil dance we do Hurt feelings all around Nothing solved in the end Neither willing to give in You stand your back to me I stand my back to you Both of us too angry to continue Both must give in, in some way For this rift to heal But who will make the first move A gentle hand on the shoulder A silent tear on the cheek A hug to heal the heartbreak Both whisper apologies Both promise to try not do it again Both promise love forever Who made the first touch Who said the first sorry It matters not for the rift is bridged At least temporarily __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

07-25-2012, 08:26 AM	#8
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	STP Guys have it easy The whole standing to pee thing If only I could stand to pee It would save me so much time If I could just hike up my skirt Let it loose, shake it bit And be on my way Oh it sounds so wonderful But no, I have to sit I have to wipe Pull up the panties Make sure that pesky toilet flushes How fair is that? Have you heard of that device? Called STP? It means Stand To Pee Have you tried it? Neither have I But I want to I really do I wonder is it reusable Is it sanitary? I must go shopping I must find out I need to see with my own eyes To see if this device can help me pee standing up __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

07-25-2012, 02:09 PM	#9
DaddyNik12 Member How Do You Identify?: Butch/Domme Preferred Pronoun?: Sir Relationship Status: still searching for ms right Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: Indiana Posts: 580 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 515 Thanked 1,508 Times in 468 Posts Rep Power: 14895927	funny one haah love it ducky __________________ people with sharp tounges , cut thier own throat !! smirk*

07-30-2012, 01:25 PM	#11
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056675	God give me wings God give me wings So I might fly above the masses To avoid the touch of them For their cruelty and lies Sicken me and leave a feel of filth on all they touch If you cannot give me wings God Can you give me patience So I might teach the masses Of love and life To teach them to cherish all around them God if you cannot give me patience Can you bring about the zombie apocalypse Population control in an instant People would not take everything for granted If today you could surely die __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

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