Greetings Masters, Greetings Mistresses, greetings slaves,

Welcome to the Gorean Poetry Corner. Since being given this honor as editor, a girl has been researching and working on her own poetry, as well as soliciting from others.

Poetry has well been defined as "the measured language of emotions". The art of apprehending and interpreting ideas by the faculty of imagination. The art of idealizing in thought and expression.

Poetry has many forms, both verbal and non-verbal. It has the power to allow us a glimpse into the writer's mind, to allow us to feel that emotion which the writer is using. It has the power to calm and soothe, and the power to make a person ponder its context. Within this section, a girl hopes to give you a little of everything eventually. She hopes to share with you a world, that herself and many others love. So that perhaps, maybe you can find the words you've been searching for, but have never really found.

She would also like to point you to the Dance section, which to this girl is poetry in motion, and shows the grace, and beauty of a girl's feelings. But please, don't rush off just yet. Have your slave get you a drink, or perhaps a smoke, or just nestle into your chair, and come with makenzi, into a world of beauty, grace and emotion.

She's not received any poetry thus far, so she is sharing with you one of hers, and a special holiday poem to make you smile. She hopes to hear from you soon at gorean_poetry_corner@hotmail.com

She wishes you and yours Happy Holidays.

always,
makenzi{PMI}

Fear       by makenziPMI

From deep within her the message came
Come to me, you are a slave
Tormented and tortured by her own hearts desires
Afraid of all the struggles that were required

Never having faced a life such as this
She wondered to herself of this bliss
To surrender all she had to a Mans whim
To be all he wanted, to belong to him

Could she ever face the truths that were revealed in this world
Could she ever find the happiness in all that unfurled
Laid out before her in this most beautiful place
Here for her taking, for her to embrace

The tiny voice inside that struggled to be heard
Urging and guiding her to the slavery she'd thought absurd
To know your place at the feet of men,
To tuck away all that has been taught to you until then

Through the heartache and tears of each girl that has cried
She fought all that was inside of her, hoping it would die
Fear, you see, is the reason she has tried to deny
The slave girl inside of her, much like you and I.

A Gorean Christmas by makenziPMI

Twas the night before Christmas, as I stood with my kurt
Not a creature was stirring, not even the urt
The silks were hung by the hearth with great care
In hopes that the Ubar would soon be there

The slaves were all nestled, snug at the foot of the bed
While visions of paga bowls danced in their heads
The Mistress in her robes, and I with my sword
Had just settled down at the kaissa board

When out on the street there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature cart, pulled by 8 naked kajira

The Ubar had come, baring gifts bought with gold
And shouted that all these kajira must be sold
One by one, he called each of them by name
Ordering them to show me the pleasures they may bring

As I watched the dancing and the glowing of their flesh
I could hear their hearts beating within each soft chest
A blonde, a redhead, a brunette each danced from inside
My only problem was which to decide

I handed the Ubar the gold and silver coin
And motioned the blonde to my side to join
I heard the jolly Ubar exclaim as he drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, may the slut please you tonight

From our Inn to yours. Merry Christmas