Sex and Poetry….

Poetry is more sensual that some may understand. I can say that good original poetry by someone I am interested in could probably get me out of my pants (LOL). No not really, but truthfully being able to write good poetry is a gift, and shows the artistic side of an individual. Great poets are not just people like Maya Angelou, but are also people like Jay Z, Mos Def, Nas, and the average person sitting at home right now.

Poetry allows us to show and express a part of us that otherwise may lay dormant and unknown because we just don’t know how to express that massive ability. To me poetry is a combination of subconscious thoughts. I know as a writer, I enjoy writing not only poetry but other things also, such as short stories, blogs and so forth. Anyway, when I write poems I feel as though I am sharing a part of me that no one knows, and I am able relieve stress and frustration that has been pent up and petrified to let loose. I know some things may sound repetitive, but the more you think about it the more you see that sharing and writing poetry is a wonderful part of life, that is eluded because we don’t want to face the truth or reality some times.

When it comes to the relation between sex and poetry, it is extremely simple. For women to know a man could show a softer side of him, a more passionate piece of who he is, they know that that man is not afraid to show his real self…. That is simply said, and it is definitely true. For a man to see that a woman has more intellect and isn’t filled with materialistic ways, and isn’t an idiot then they know they have an intellectual being in their presence and not just some piece of ass. Honestly, I am attracted to a man not for the money, or just what he is able to do for me, but more for what he is capable of, and if he could hold a conversation and be intelligent aside from sports knowledge. I like life knowledge, passion, desire, sensuality, wits, and feminine qualities.

I have seen some very powerful poems in my life some written by Maya Angelou, one of my favorite poets and others written by people whose names most do not know, but should. You be the judge and say whether or not the individual I am about to introduce to you is an intellectual or not. Trust me when I tell you, I don’t mingle with otherwise…lol.

This young man originates from Decatur, IL. He went to college; he left college and is working to take care of his responsibilities, and is a good person inside and out. If you have never met someone who is responsible, reliable, intelligent and funny – you have never met Justin Oldham. Check him out on Myspace at www.myspace.com/jaiway.

Hoetry

By Jai O.

Since the majority of
You niggas ain’t into
Expression, more concerned
With a woman undressing
What ever happened
To Poetry???
All I see now is hoetry.
Just saying what goes
Over well with hoes.
Can’t even speak from
Your soul for trying
To dig in her hole.
Hoping 2 quote her
Some slick shit.
In attempts for a
Quick fix, just so
You can pull out a dick.
Using that deep soft voice
To get her spot moist.
I swear you niggas
Will never change.
Understand you don’t
Write poetry it’s just
Plain hoetry...
First you undress her
With a few words
To get some off of
Something she
Hopefully ain’t heard.
Stop acting like a bird
Use more than your pecker
Do you really think..?
Talk of spending cheese
Will get you more
Than just a rat?
And still you go on
About blowing her back.
Any true woman can
And will see you an act.
I swear niggas never change
You don’t write poetry.
Just recite weak hoetry
I'm just about spent
On misused and abused
Explicit content.
If you think telling
About what you can do
Will land you a screw.
What does that really
Say about you??
If it’s about bed
There is no sleep.
About going out
It’s on a creep.
Nigga open your eyes
It’s more to downtown
Than some legs & thighs.
Try to cook her dinner
Without her being dessert.
Maybe take a picture
Of her with clothes on.
An every time you call
Don’t try to phone bone.
Stop abusing the art
Just for a nut.
There is more to life
Than finding a slut.
Start writing poetry
Stop using hoetry.


The After Effects..........
By: Jai O.
Ms. Guided
I fell for this lady...
Followed Her fully…
As she led me down.
This path of lies
To me to give Her
The world and that...
She would not take my tries
She took showers in my cries...
Grabbed my hand...Then
Said let me be.....
Your guide.
Did not want Her feet wet
So I laid down my pride
All For This Lady...
This Ms. Guided
She told me to take Her
So I did.....
To whole nother High
Made me drunk with Her eyes
In my ear She sighed...
I will show you Heaven
Just don’t look to the sky
No She said....
It rests in my thighs...
Give me your soul...
And you can go...
You don’t even have to die
I fell for this lady
She was all mine...
My Ms. Guided
Told me I move too slow
That She would leave me behind
So I ran....
Nose open eyes blind.
She said what was yours
Now is all mine....
What I have hid She would find...
I fell for this lady
My Ms. Guided