Challenge prompt

This is my first challenge prompt ever – if you’d like to play please feel free.

Make a poem sensual or romantic and include the words (or ideas based on them) mud, old shoes, and toilet paper. Post it to your blog and link it to here. This should be interesting!

62 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 03:37:26

    mud and old shoes… OK, TP ? ( laughing )

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  2. Soma
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 04:02:00

    Pfffttttttt……………………………..

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  3. johnnycrabcakes
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 05:30:26

    What have I done?!
    This should be fun…

    Reply

  4. warmginger
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 05:59:23

    Hee hee – a challenge indeed and probably beyond me so of course I’ll have a go… or get the Little Gingers to do it!

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  5. billgncs
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 08:06:40

    a lonely trek
    up the muddied path
    where breath was frost and ice

    the cabin cold,
    with old wood stove
    our shelter for the night

    with kindling scarce
    we birthed flames to life
    fed by shards of toilet paper

    lit candles low
    before the fire’s warm glow
    embraced to still your shivering

    mud caked old shoes
    yield shapely feet
    as the fire’s flames grow hotter

    the fire’s fed
    a bed prepared
    for us to cuddle warm

    your silhouette
    against candle light
    as air caresses skin

    a single kiss
    then hand in hand
    we quickly snuggle in

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  6. Anonymous
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 14:11:51

    http://poeticshrapnels.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/fifteenth-wedding-anniversary/

    Not exactly sensuous or romantic, more on the raw, debauch, dark side of me….hope you guys like it.

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  8. johnnycrabcakes
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 16:31:03

    Raw? Debauched? Dark? I’m there…
    Here’s mine…

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  9. Ray Sharp
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 19:40:20

    the time we were skinny dipping
    in the shady pool beneath the rope swing
    and made love in the mud
    and then washed each other
    clean with our hands on tan skin

    we were comfortable, you and i,
    like old shoes on saturday afternoon

    the time you sucked me off
    in the bathroom stall
    and when we returned
    to the dance floor
    i had toilet paper stuck to my shoe

    the days we got up at noon
    and before the coffee was ready
    we were at it again on the kitchen floor

    it makes me hurt now
    to think of so much love
    spent before 30

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  10. johnnycrabcakes
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 20:20:06

    My but we are a Naughty bunch, aren’t we?
    Hmmm, yes….deliciously naughty….

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  11. Whimsy Mimsy
    Dec 10, 2012 @ 20:44:33

    Hmmm …. So my other post seems to have disappeared from this morning – reposted now (but with a better name).

    Us, skinny-dipping
    in the old Quarry pond
    water green from algae
    old sneakers left ashore

    building castles
    in the dirty sand
    out of rocks
    toilet paper tubes
    the house we’d
    some day live in

    your eyes bright
    gold-flecked
    over top of your Ray Bans
    water well over your head
    begging me
    to not take you under
    to never let you go

    you scrawled
    ‘I love you’
    across my stomach
    in cold river mud
    laughing
    while July’s sun
    baked it dry

    sometimes I
    search my skin
    for remainders
    of words written in mud
    still unbelieving
    that love could
    so simply wash away

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  13. warmginger
    Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:35:21

    En pointe…

    I hate leaving
    you
    to sink
    into
    the mud
    of
    last night’s dream.

    There
    a girl
    stuffs
    toilet paper
    into the toes
    of
    an old shoe.

    In the morning
    I come back
    to you
    my bare feet
    on your lap
    each callous
    wrapped
    in velvet.

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  15. The Writers Village
    Dec 12, 2012 @ 03:06:56

    fun prompt.

    I like your:
    “sometimes I
    search my skin
    for remainders
    of words written in mud
    still unbelieving
    that love could
    so simply wash away”

    very nice.

    here’s my go at it:

    http://thewritersvillage.wordpress.com/2012/12/11/mud-old-shoes-and-toilet-paper-to-whimsy-mimsy/

    Randy

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  17. ericmvogt
    Dec 12, 2012 @ 14:53:53

    Mims, you are a little stinker, girl! This one was the hardest one for me (pun fully intended!):

    http://ericmvogt.wordpress.com/2012/12/12/mud-old-shoes-and-toilet-paper/

    Reply

  18. wisejourney
    Dec 13, 2012 @ 18:07:10

    Under shrouds of mistletoe
    We stand in awe
    Of tidings cheered
    This Christmas time.

    Our bed of pine
    With warm mulled wine
    Four muddied feet
    Bare boned old shoes

    We rest this while.
    Look to see another tree
    This one wrapped round
    With trails of tinsel

    And toilet paper.
    Bound as I am to
    Always and forever
    See your eyes in mine.

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  19. Whimsy Mimsy
    Dec 13, 2012 @ 18:09:54

    Oh … I like this one… that was lovely! I’m glad you played!!

    Reply

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  21. johnnycrabcakes
    Dec 22, 2012 @ 23:43:35

    There you go! You’re tagged back…or something.

    Wow! I should have checked back sooner, I see I have some reading to do–great!

    Reply

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  25. Miriam E.
    Dec 30, 2012 @ 21:32:34

    Susan Daniels sent me here – how can i resist such an awesome prompt?! so good!
    here’s my attempt:
    http://anotherwanderingsoul.wordpress.com/2012/12/30/muddled-sensuality/

    Reply

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  27. Martin Shone
    Dec 30, 2012 @ 22:24:37

    and here’s mine http://agapintheclouds.wordpress.com/2012/12/30/even-the-cow-blushed/ thanks to Miriam for sending me here πŸ™‚

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