[Lightning Bug]

I think probably all of us have sent erotic poems to Chris Childers - he's so steamy.

Let's post some of the titles (or portions, or whole pieces) of the poems we have sent him.

So far I have only sent "Chris Me Once, and Chris Me Twice", but I have been trying to build my nerve to send others. How 'bout y'all?

[Donna English]

Well, I won't ever send Chris a poem again after what happened last time. I sent him one called "A Train Full of Banana Popsicles, Swords, Pistols and Steel Rods Derails as It Comes Out of a Flooded Tunnel in the Valley near the Taco Bell" He thought it was about sex, the pervert!

[David Anthony]

Perked me up.
Thanks for that.
David

[Cally Conan-Davies]

Well, I sent him one called 'Chris Me Quick', but he let me know in a lengthy foreword - something about 'desire and delay' - that he's into drawn out narratives.

[Chris Childers]

Ah yes, I paper my walls with these. Keep 'em coming!

CC

[Editing in:] Even I find the genre irresistable. My own offering is entitled, "To the man in the overhead mirror." It's an epic that just keeps getting longer, and longer, and...



[This message has been edited by Chris Childers (edited October 27, 2007).]

[Laura Heidy-Halberstein]

I'm stil waiting for Chris to reply to my Cougar, Cougar Smiling Tight which I PM'd to him months ago....and is now posted below in it's entirety.

Lo

Cougar! Cougar!

Cougar! Cougar! smiling tight,
In the tavern late at night,
What young man-child's hand or eye
will brave thy falling boobetry?

Lo! what ancient sunny skies
caused the wrinkles 'round her eyes?
See the girdle on her hips?
See her collegenic lips?

Hope the tattooed shoulder art
can twist the sinews of his heart.
and when his heart begins to heat
he'll notice not her deep crow's feet.

Diamond bracelet, diamond chain?
In what gutter lurks her brain?
Girlish laughter, girlish gasp,
"Someone help me with this clasp?"

When the bitch is on the brink,
when the bitch puts down her drink,
when the bitch grins evilly,
the conquest in her mind is thee.

Cougar! Cougar! Smiling tight
in the tavern late at night
What young man-child's hand or eye
will brave thy falling boobetry?



[This message has been edited by Laura Heidy-Halberstein (edited October 28, 2007).]

[Dan Halberstein]

Imagine my chagrin when I found the balled-up killer rock ballad "Hell is for Childers" next to my six string.

[Michael Cantor]

Ghazaling Chris

You are my Sun-Dried Red Tomatoe Childe, Chris Childers,
September's treat that begs to be defiled, Chris Childers.

I fantasize about your boyish look, your poet's eyes
that seem to hide a part of you that's wild, Chris Childers.

A moon in June is tempered by an autumn's dream,
and in that dream you slowly stretched and smiled, Chris Childers.

As Richard Wilbur's poems play the mockingbird
I'll ghazal you until you are beguiled, Chris Childers.

Reject this song, and Autumn turns to February,
and if you try to lie with me you'll be reviled, Chris Childers.




[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited October 31, 2007).]

[Lightning Bug]

Dearest Chris

I'd enjoy reminescing
of when you and me were Chrissing,
but we haven't met.

I would love to be reminded
of when you and me was binded,
but we've never ...yet.

And my sweet imaginations
of engaing in relations
in an inn in Monterey,

are but flitting flights of fancy
that I might be your fiancy,
cause we're currently not gay.




[This message has been edited by Lightning Bug (edited November 02, 2007).]