Dita Von Teese 1920s Style

Gorgeous 1920 risque portrait image reminiscent of Alberta Vargas early works along with a multitude of 1920 style portraits of nudes clad in gossamer or lace house-coat. Dita Vin Teese on Whosay

Dita Von Teese on WhoSay

Sonetti Lussuriosi by Pietro Aretino

I kid you not this was written back in between 1492 - 1557 and this is just the first stanza........


"Let's fuck my dear, let's have it in and out
For we're obliged to fuck for being born
And as I crave for cunt, you crave for horn
Because the world would not not make sense without."


I'ld like to thank the rampant bible bashers and moralist of the 1950's for stamping out natural evolution of a species...........NOT!!!!!

Its just as relevant today as it was then

Angela McConnell

I came across Angela's work on a random internet search. I instantly fell in love with the above image that it ended up on my living room pinboard wall. So now I Like on Facebook but I suppose I wanted more than just those to know me to appreciate this talent. Her B&W work is Divine.She was based in Melbourne but has moved to Toronto

If you want to view more of Angela McConnell's portfolio. click on the post title to go to her facebook page

IT

Am I wrong?

Sorry if I am

Can’t be helped

Just gone a little askew

A fever has started

No end in sight

I’ve opened the flood gates

Will I ever run dry?

Expel the rot – within my head

Spewing my disease – on cold cement

The pieces are jumbled

Seem to make no sense to you

Am I possessed?

Is this really me?

My heart pounds

Breath caught in my chest

Why can’t I let go

Always trapped under this thrall

A blanket of fear

That swaddles me whole

The Challenge

To post a poem a day for 30 days and share them. Not much of a challenge as I've written about 300 that no one has ever seen bar one or two individuals. Mostly I do this as I think new site, be they blog , Facebook, Pinterest, tumbler always looks a bit neglected and forlorn like Oliver Twist saying "Please sir, more" when they start out. And don't take this as me, expect any more than one or two to even bother reading the content, poetry isn't for everyone and can be pretty dark at times (especially mine). Mind you, if you've just had a shitty day or bad break up it pretty potent in the cathartic realm and will make you feel better. Its just me taking the first step to getting it out there in the blue nowhere......

Emission Nebulae

Pretty Baby..........

Cleansing

Can’t stop this downward spiral

Into the endless chasm

No longer do I linger

Standing on the precipices

Have taken the final step

Plunging into the unknown abyss

Air rushing past me

Pulling at my flesh

But I have no fear

My strength solidified

As I plummet through this barren space

Conviction of choice is but mine

Misunderstood by those I leave behind

Tree root tendrils protrude the canyon walls

Reaching out like beggars hands

Grasping at me – trying to stop the fall

I spiral and shimmy – out of their reach

I don’t want to be caught just yet

Past the sign – Don’t go back!

Hugged by the rushing air’s cool embrace

Floating like a thistle

Caught in the updraft

Never to reach the bottom

Suspended in space and time