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born4serving -> a submissive poem (1/23/2009 10:50:17 AM)

hi, i just wanted to post a poem and was wondering if there were any other slaves or Dominants who wish to express their views on it; or post some of their own.

This is a poem I wrote. I don’t know how to start it but I only know how to end it.
I am born4serving. That’s right I was born for serving.
Whom I hear you ask?
Women, who else.
I was born to serve Women. I did not know about this. But it kept creeping up on me.
I had the submissive feelings all the time, at school, out in public, but I did not know what they were.

Over the years when I came to release there were a whole community of over slaves just like me, I began to accept it. I had to.
Even when walking away from it, I just end up crawling straight back, stronger and more submissive.

I have not yet been collared. Not real time, that is.
There are always issues that get in the way, locations and times.
Sure I’ve done the odd few casual services; sure I’ve been ripped off.
I feel like I’m homeless as I crawl through forest looking for someone to care of me.
Every door I knock on, I hear the words ‘tribute, tribute’.
Sure I give the money and pay for their happiness, but where is it going to get them?
I work as a barrister to make people happy by getting them free.

I think a slave just wants a home for someone to take them on and care for them.
I have been taken for a ride in the past, but is that all this life has to offer.
My friends have moved on in life and got themselves married with kids.
I have nothing to show. Sure I’m a barrister, yea that’s great, but I go home to an empty space.
I can’t even tell my friends I’ve been ripped off by Women.
Why I was put here, I never know, but have simply accepted.

Sometimes I wonder.
Wonder if this lifestyle has any future for me.
Sometimes I think of all the bad things that happen in life and feel that I am to blame.
Sometimes if I am wasting my time.
A close one was lost, but 3 weeks later I back seeking an owner.

Will I ever find an owner? There is nothing else here for me. Unless I was to die, and be re-born.



CatdeMedici -> RE: a submissive poem (1/24/2009 6:02:32 AM)

is this a poem or a whiney rant minus the iambic pentameter?



sparkyRBF -> RE: a submissive poem (1/24/2009 6:51:29 AM)

not seeing a poem there buddy. 

maybe:  "be the change you want to see"  ? 

maybe post what you have to offer and want what you have?

good luck to you

sparkyRBF 
happily owned slave of RBF



colouredin -> RE: a submissive poem (1/24/2009 7:06:59 AM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: born4serving


I feel like I’m homeless as I crawl through forest looking for someone to care of me.


This is the only vaguely poetic thing about this poem but even this doesnt make much sense, why do the homeless crawl through forest? forest of what?

There is no flow to it no structure its just urm a rant using shorter sentences really



Knite064 -> RE: a submissive poem (1/24/2009 7:11:43 AM)

No disrespect intended but there is some stunning lifestyle poetry out there that might be worth you googling if your interested in developing a style thats perhaps not so oversimplified and naive(only my opinion)

I have a slave friend that writes incredible lifestyle based poetry and she used to phone me to let me hear her latest works but unfortunately time has equalled drift(my fault as she does recite her work on a local radio station in london and e mails me with the dates but due to circumstances i ve missed her last couple of shows.)

I would nt consider posting some examples without her permission but she stylises her writings on Rumis work(you tube has loads of Rumis work being recited) but with a strong slant to lifestyle and our darkest thoughts and desires.and one can learn alot from his approach

good luck and if you enjoy writing  dont stop






WinsomeDefiance -> RE: a submissive poem (1/24/2009 8:13:32 AM)

This is how I would interpret your words...
Green sprout upon a withered limb,
shy glance upon the sun
 
Unfolding at your mistress whim,
a new birth yet begun
 
No blossoms as yet, grace your stem,
your beauty shines unseen
 
a slumbering bud deep within,
glorious scent and sheen
 
Awake sweet silent bud,
unfold come forth for it is spring
 
awaken to you Mistres touch,
scatter your precious seed
 
the winds are blowing, not to spoil,
but to carry by hand
 
your fertile seed from  un-tilled soil,
and barren wasted land.
 
 



ALAstella -> RE: a submissive poem (1/24/2009 8:42:29 AM)

Well, I guess that's got Wordsworth spinning in his grave.

stella



born4serving -> RE: a submissive poem (1/25/2009 3:12:52 PM)

thank you for all the replies. I respect what yous have said. i especially like rumi's style which i have just looked up on you-tube.

personally, i have quite a few poems like this. i think its great at times when people read them and think 'what the hell is going on'; unless one actually knows what i am talking about or i explain it, the story is visable.

my intention for the poem is not really to make it ryhme, but simply to express my state of mind.  i think what the poem is trying to say is that, i have been born a slave, and despite all the hurdles one has to overcome, one still has not reached the final step; and that one wonders if i ever will, or whether it is best to die and be re-born again as someone else.

thanks



GreedyTop -> RE: a submissive poem (1/25/2009 3:23:21 PM)

Win.. that rocked



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