Iniquitous Solace by Penelope Jones & Max Stories
TITLE: Iniquitous Solace
AUTHOR: Penelope Jones and Max Stories
RATING: 5/5 Stars
GENRE: Poetry
SUB-GENRE: Erotic/BDSM
ASBN:B00B8UH4AK
PUBLISHER: Cherish Desire
SYNOPSIS
‘Iniquitous Solace’ is the tale of two lovelorn strangers. Chance has placed them in each other’s path, and their encounter is captured through powerful erotic poetry. Through the eyes of our poets, we follow them on an emotional journey through life. As we delve deep into their souls, we share their joys and heartbreaks, their passions and lusts. The poetry is written in the raunchy style you’ve come to love from these writers, and now all they ask is you take the plunge, and indulge in ‘Iniquitous Solace’ – their ‘Rhythmic Words of Lust and Love.’
REVIEW
Poetry is the soul of the authors laid bare for all to see. Poems are held up as a mirror to our own experiences, of happiness, joy, heart break, anger, and even sensuality. Do we, as a reader, find ourselves lacking and find our lives are hollow is comparison when we read a poem? Or does the poem reflect what we have lived and experienced ourselves? I prefer for the poet to reflect; touching on the human experience, rather than ply me pretty words that sound good together. A good poem should rip my soul to shreds so that their words can delve deep into the recess of my sinew. The book Iniquitous Solace by Penelope Jones and Max Stories hits the mark in my requirement for a good poetry
I’ll be frank and right up front… poetry to me is art and is subjective and therefore hard to review. I could sit in judgement and critique the turn of every phrase; but poetry is a subjective art form. As I said poetry is art, and I appreciate the art that Penelope and Max wrote in prose and rhythms. I found that they explore the human condition of sexuality through their writing, but not all the poems are sexual by nature. Both poets explore the process of being a living breathing human in their poems, which connected me as a reader to their writing. The perspective of both male and female; and the back and forth dialog made this a stellar read. Yes, sexual situations are explored, BUT…*pssst*…poets have been using flowers and fruit or bees and honey to talk about S-E-X, for hundreds of years; Penelope and Max are just more upfront about it; erotic and some BDSM imagery is used; be warned. I whole heartedly recommend this collection to our readers. Enjoy.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Penelope Jones-
The Iniquitous Bad Penny, is a saucy little minx who will drive you insane with her naughtiness and cheek! A writer of super sexy poetry and erotic romance – prepare to love both the woman and her works. Whether you seek a ‘happy-ever-after,’ or a ‘randy-romp for a night,’ Penelope’s the girl for you. She’s the sauce behind ‘Naughtyville’ and ‘Little Miss Notoriety,’ so come check out her blog for other writing projects, and what’s next for her and Max at Bad Penny’s Always to Blame! It’s a visit you’ll never forget!
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Max-
Max is the go to guy for those crazy sex questions that only come up during a night of drinking – because he “just knows that stuff.” When not receiving text messages with queries about British boys wearing unicorn suits and SMS messages with wine bottle adventure photos, Max wanders North America and Western Europe music festivals and clubs so he can dance his own way. His sexy companions try to keep him in line, and his work tries to keep him too busy to get into trouble – but there’s not stopping him once he has a crazy notion. That’s definitely the easiest explanation for how he got involved with Bad Penny, and how that has led to erotica and poetry collaborations, and the endless prominence of equine dildo photos on Twitter.
La Belle Dame sans Merci: Painting (1893) by John Waterhouse & Poem (1819) by John Keats
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
My Intimate Poetry by Tammy Louise Wilkins
TITLE: My Intimate Poetry
Author: Tammy Louise Wilkins
Ratings: 5/5 Stars
SYNOPSIS
One night in September 2012, a woman sat at her desk and began to compose
A poem she had poured all her feelings out about the lingering past of those haunting foes
She then took a bold step and showed her work to her readers all around the earth
Little did she know she’d just given birth…
To an appetite for poetry that she has come to cherish
For as long as she lives, it’ll never perish
REVIEW
I love the written word. So much emotion can be expressed with the turn of a phase, and Tammy Louise Wilkins expresses herself well in her book My Intimate Poetry. Her poems delve into relationships, love, angst, heartbreak, and the structure of her life. Like all good poets, Ms. Wilkins exposes her heart and soul in her writing. The difference between a fiction writer and a poet is that a fiction writer uses his skill to craft a finally spun tale whereas a poet uses his blood to expose who he is to the world.
I found the writings of Ms. Wilkins engaging as they let me know who she is as a person, that rare glimpse into the light which is another being. Her gut-wrenching poems that deal with the loss of a love and a relationship are heartbreaking, and I joined her in her sorrow. The poems that deal in strife are where Ms. Wilkins shines. She also pulls you along in her journey of love. It is said that it is better to have loved; but losing love brings tears, and in those emotions Ms. Wilkins expresses those feelings powerfully in her poems.
I thoroughly enjoyed My Intimate Poetry and highly recommend it. I believe as Ms. Wilkins matures her art will continue to grow.
As a side note, I borrowed this book from Amazon Prime; however, after reading it, I purchased a copy for my book collection.
Because we want to share our love of poetry, we are giving away a Ebook copy of My Intimate Poetry by Tammy Louise Wilkins.
WHERE TO BUY. Amazon |
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tammy’s been interested in writing ever since Shakespeare was first introduced to her at a very young age. She was often downgraded in her reading by people who were unaware that she read autobiographies at home. Once in secondary school, her inner writer came out fighting surprising many.
Writing has always been a passion of Tammy’s. It was only when M.E. struck her that she began writing debut novel Temptation Bites.
“Everything I thought I knew about myself went out the window and my body was no longer under my control. It was a dark and difficult time for me and serious soul searching took place. I needed to have some control over my life and I found this through writing. Writing became my voice and opportunity to break away from my illness. My love for reading fueled my desire to write and once the seed of TB was planted a freedom returned to my life. I love to read, write and inspire.”
Where to Find Tammy
Happy Lovers Month!
It’s the month of February and the month that most people associate with love because of Valentine’s Day. On this day, it is not uncommon for couples to exchange gifts to show their affection. Delightful confections are presented to others, but they pale in comparison to the sentiments the bearer feels toward the recipient. We Lovers decided that we wanted to show you love all month long the way we do it best…with words! We want you to know that we love and appreciate our followers that have been with us as we have read each book, tweeted with you, and emailed you. We can tell you a few things right now that you’ll be very excited to hear.
Men are going to tell us what they think about love. We asked a few male authors from different genres to share their thoughts on love. We didn’t give them a particular subject to follow so it would be sort of a word association project. All we asked was that they write about whatever keeps them up at night, misconceptions about love, funny stories about love, etc. You’ll enjoy reading the responses from Andrew Shaffer, David James, and Sylvain Reynard.
We also asked a few of our favorite poets to tell us what they think about love. B. L. Ronan, D. E. Brooks, Darwin Blake, Mirabella, and PJ Bayliss provided us with a wide range of poetic thoughts on the subject that you’ll be sure to love. You will want to frame them, so get your Michael’s framing coupons in order.
Finally, we have a few surprise posts coming up that we just can’t share with you right now or else … they wouldn’t be surprises, would they? You’ll get a kick out of what you see and possibly even hear. 
We hope you enjoy Lovers Month. It is our gift to you.
~ The Literati Literature Lovers
My sweet friend by Darwin Blake
Hello there my sweet release.
My confidant and friend.
Have I told you recently.
Of what you do to me?
Have I counted all the ways?
Added all the sums?
Told you how I care for you.
And how you’ve changed my world.
Said to me each day I wake.
Morning Darwin Dear!
And sometimes when I don’t reply.
Never do you fear.
Because you know that everyday.
Eventually I’ll call your name.
Never do you close me out.
Or forget that I’m here.
Sometimes i see your smile.
Shoogling across my screen.
Shaking all that good stuff.
Wish it was for me.
But of course it never is.
And why would it be so?
Thankful for our friendship.
I hope you never go.
I wish one day I’ll meet you.
Espresso and latte.
Chocolate cake and shortbread slice.
Maybe I will share.
But that’s just a pipedream.
But simply not fair.
Shared so much that to this day.
Remains between ourselves.
Nothing wrong with secrets.
But secrets shared can help.
So my friend.
I am so proud of what you have achieved. In life.
In love.
In all between.
You always will succeed.
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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.
Worry by Darwin Blake
When I awoke, and cleared my throat.
Stretched out long and yawned.
I squeezed my eyes so tightly shut.
That colours danced before them.
I know last night for you had been.
A fantasy, a fun filled dream.
Alone you went, in to the night.
To drink and dance and taste delights.
And as you did my mind did race.
Of decadence and your bit lip.
Replies to mine were short and cold.
I’m having fun! To me you told.
And that’s ok, to myself I lie.
It’s fine for you to have some fun.
I get it, let your hair down love.
But in my mind I see our kiss.
It’s not me against your lips.
Some lucky man from the night.
Is tasting you lips tonight.
I know it’s only in my mind.
I’m crazy, yes!
But love is blind.
It burns me deep within my heart.
My love so hot it never stops.
A passion fueled sweet romance.
And now I see you’ve sent a call.
I pick up…my heart it skips a beat.
I say “Hello.”
And sated are my thoughts of woe.
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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.
Review: Kat Bastion’s Utterly Loved
Title: Utterly Loved
Author: Kat Bastion
Genre: Poetry
Grade/Rating: 5 out of 5
In an exclusive interview, Kat Bastion revealed to us what inspired her to write poetry. New York Times Bestselling author Sylvain Reynard wrote a guest post for us, here on the Literati Literatures Lovers blog, titled: The Art and Poetry of Desire and it was that entry that inspired Bastion to write.
To say that I am devoted to poetry would be an understatement. I grew up on poetry and some of the first reading I ever did were poems. Most of the rhythms we all learn as children are just little poems. Each Wednesday on our blog we feature poetry, which we label as Poetry Wednesday, because we believe that poetry of all types should be read and enjoyed. I have often thought that poets don’t bleed blood, but ink; because they express every emotion they have in their poetry. Poetry is the bone and marrow of expressive writing because the poet puts their life experiences into each poem with every word they choose.
The emotion Bastion focuses on is one of the most complex of our human emotions: love. The book explores love; through the use of imagery, the seasons, grace, passion, exploration, family, happiness, and desire; the myriad of emotions of living. Utterly Loved is about living and the questions that surround us. How does one live their life; as a player in the game or as a spectator? What is the quality of a life well lived? What do we, as humans, imprint on the world? What do we cherish and leave behind?
In her poems, Bastion cherishes life lived in love. Like any good poet she’s able to invoke emotions through the imagery that her words paint, on the landscape of her art. In her poem Sum of Days, she explorers the many facets of love, those of Storge, Philia, Eros and Agape. These stages of love comprise how we as humans relate to each other and what we recognize as love in ourselves. In the poems Transcendence, Beautiful Seasons, and Something About Snow, the simple love of a season or place; is how she brings out the joy of living. The sensual delights of love are delved into in both Undone and Heaven…Found. The ability to give yourself over completely in the act of love, to lay ones soul bare to another, is probed in the poem Utterly Loved. The poems Sun in my Eyes and Saturday Morning bind the deep hope and strength of love. Each of the twenty one poems in the book are beautiful and should be read and enjoyed. Everyone wishes to love and be loved in the same way that Bastion writes about amore.
The truly remarkable thing about this book is not the words about love, but the author herself. All proceeds from the sale of the book go to Worldvision and Covenant House. So I would encourage everyone who reads this review to buy at least one copy; heck buy two and donate one to your local library. Better yet, since it is the Holiday Season, buy several and give them as gifts.
Fans of Sylvain Reynard will be interested to know that he wrote the forward to UTTERLY LOVED.
Where to Buy: Amazon
Sin by Darwin Blake
You.
Me.
A bag full of sin.
What lies within?
Who knows?
Dark delights.
Candle light.
Texture, taste and tassels?
Tales of darkness fill my mind.
Musky scent and moans of pleasure.
Tongue it slowly flicks across your silken lips.
A smile, a sound, a soft caress.
My body and patience you so test.
That sweet look and one of pain.
Oh my darling, I refrain.
Clenched so tight against my flesh.
Those kegel’s really work you know.
Gripping, biting, pinching too.
My body yours, and yours mine too.
I taste the pleasure, beg for pain.
Want your body, mind and more!
Want you lying on the floor.
Taste you walking up the stairs.
Pull you in and grab your hair.
Spear your heart with words so pure.
Dance upon the bathroom wall.
Feel the coolness of the tiles.
As your chest is pressed against.
As my sinful wicked tongue.
Does that thing that’s deemed so wrong.
As you gasp and grip yourself.
As my actions overwhelm.
Dancing lights behind your lids.
Tightly shut and from light hid.
Feeling, screaming, swearing at.
My delightfully decadent delicious act.
Fingers slip and tongue does slide.
Cunning linguist and bow-tied.
Nothing more and nothing less.
The light that shines against your dark.
The sunshine to your moon.
To bring you joy, such happiness.
To leave you wanton, begging please!
Let me drift on to my knees.
Let me take you, really please.
Pleasure you, return the sin.
Hear you scream and shake within.
Feel my flesh and taste the dew.
Sinful, wicked, wanton you.
This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.
Amanda Panda by Deidre
Amanda Panda
baby this one’s for you!
all the talk of bowties,
Indy’s whips and Scarlett’s sighs
swooning
sexual chocolate
and pretty soon…
*passes you a glass of wine*
come on
it’s after noon…
somewhere
you my dear are something else
words can not describe
friend and Lover
a true supporter
your wit is simply divine
just another day for some
not for you
not this one
today is special
want to know why?
it’s WEDNESDAY!!!
aren’t you Surprised!?!?
which reminds me…
Chris Pine
yes, it’s also #PiningforWednesday
so stay tuned
check your twitter
you may just #swoon
i’ll send you lots and lots today
Pine, Fassy, Gandy, and more
men in (and out of) suits, tattoos galore
eye candy baby!
Happy Birthday!
-lover smooches-
from your friend and poetess
and author
and tattooperv
and ReiszFreak
and…
maybe I should stop there 
love you sweets!
wishing you the happiest birthday wishes from
Deidre
of The Red Velvet Chair
(2012)
for you by b.l. ronan Happy Birthday Amanda
curled up on the cushions
afghan
tea
and frosty windowpane
the leather bounded parchment
exudes
an aroma
that beckons out your name
breathing in the magic
of words
ink
and prose
it’s hard to believe
such simple wonder
awaits just beneath
your nose
arbor
laden forests
diamonds
in the sand
pirates
queens
adventures
are yours to dream and command
will you sail
across the ocean
drink tea
with elizabeth or marie
dance in the moonlight
burn in the sun
make a wish or two
or three
words
are wishes on paper
of the heart’s
most fervent dream
but reality
is much grander than fantasy
and i hope
this day will bring
the fruition
or your story
the one you’ve longed
to lead
happiest days,
sweet manda
may it bring everything your heart
truly needs
(c) 2012 b.l. ronan
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