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!
whimsy~mimsy 
Dec 10, 2012 @ 03:37:26
mud and old shoes… OK, TP ? ( laughing )
Dec 10, 2012 @ 04:08:14
I was being a smart arse. But…got taken seriously. Lol so get to it 🙂
Dec 10, 2012 @ 04:10:59
laughing…. I have something in mind.
Dec 10, 2012 @ 04:26:50
Romantic and sensual remember – no outhouse in muddy shoes wiping your hiney with tp.
EDITED: it was hiney not honey haha
Dec 10, 2012 @ 04:27:38
let me wipe your tears,
hold while I get the Charmin
Dec 10, 2012 @ 04:02:00
Pfffttttttt……………………………..
Dec 10, 2012 @ 04:07:12
Too easy? Or just silly? Lol I expect something inspired from YOU sir, awesome even!
Dec 10, 2012 @ 05:30:26
What have I done?!
This should be fun…
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!
Dec 10, 2012 @ 21:04:22
Yes! Please to both!!
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
Dec 10, 2012 @ 20:59:43
You were the first! And so sweetly done!
Dec 10, 2012 @ 21:03:52
I know my TP ( smile )
Dec 10, 2012 @ 21:08:28
Mr. Whipple was your hero?
Dec 10, 2012 @ 21:15:53
in the words of the great baseball player Satchel Paige, ( a real hero ) – “Sometimes I thinks and sits, and sometimes I just sits”
Dec 12, 2012 @ 15:48:12
That was such a sweet poem, Bill… Since you did not cheat as I did, and used real toilet paper, not the imagery of tp, you just flushed my poem down the crapper! lol
Dec 12, 2012 @ 17:19:44
Lol
Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:49:51
I’m glad i got to you after the others – you’ve lightened my heart. 🙂
Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:51:18
thanks! I really appreciate that!
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.
Dec 10, 2012 @ 16:31:03
Raw? Debauched? Dark? I’m there…
Here’s mine…
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
Dec 10, 2012 @ 21:03:38
Lol two skinny dipping poems! I think you got the better of me with this one though! T. P. on the shoe 🙂 awesome!
Dec 11, 2012 @ 00:26:06
there’s no got the better of. everyone who strips off and jumps in is a winner
Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:41:58
I’m jealous of the poem…and the muddy love-making. 😉
Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:53:50
I thought the same after reading it. 🙂 I skinny dipped too – but he did it better!
Dec 11, 2012 @ 11:21:18
🙂
Dec 10, 2012 @ 20:20:06
My but we are a Naughty bunch, aren’t we?
Hmmm, yes….deliciously naughty….
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
Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:45:55
Ooh, this makes my heart ache. I think I’ll be pining for lost youth and lost love all morning. 🙂
Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:54:45
🙂 I’m so glad you decided to play!
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.
Dec 11, 2012 @ 04:54:25
Oh lovely! Such a happy take on this!
Dec 11, 2012 @ 21:18:06
I love it, Ginnie 🙂
Dec 12, 2012 @ 04:00:51
Thank you Ray. x
Dec 31, 2012 @ 17:04:28
loved the toilet paper stuffed into the old shoe… wonderfully done!
Jan 01, 2013 @ 17:19:44
Thank you. The poor old shoe – it was lovely, just not the right fit! 😉
Dec 12, 2012 @ 12:00:23
Thank you! Everyone should check out his words paired with stunning photography!
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
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/
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.
Dec 31, 2012 @ 16:52:39
very beautiful, love the toilet paper stuffed into the shoe 🙂
Dec 31, 2012 @ 17:03:46
dang, wrong poem for this comment lol was meant to go one up!
wisejourney, i loved the last tow stanzas… wonderful (and i apologze for the confusion)
Dec 13, 2012 @ 18:09:54
Oh … I like this one… that was lovely! I’m glad you played!!
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!
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/
Dec 30, 2012 @ 21:36:30
It was WONDERFUL!
Dec 30, 2012 @ 21:55:35
awh, thank you so much 🙂
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 🙂