The Story Man's Poem Collection

On King of the Caribbean:

Somewhere in the deep,
a writer of gold does sleep,
though he rarely writes,
we understand why he does,
to us it's just fine,
we just hope you never stop,
because your stories rock.


On Applejack kissing Rainbow Dash in a barn:

Once upon a time,
there was a large apple farm,
among it's many trees,
there was something very strong,
a young tree kicker,
who had to her a strong love,
yet something was wrong,
because she stood all alone,
to the barn she went,
and there in the dark filled room,
which she filled with light,
the light must have struck a prism,
for there in the barn,
was a lonely Rainbow Dash.

On writing shit:

It's hard to write shit,
when it's not fucking sad stuff,
sad shit is easy,
but happy stuff is hard work,
I'd love to write sex,
but it's just not possible,
I could shoot some shit,
and try something funny now,
but it's not sexy,
and will not make you laugh hard,
but I can still try,
Twilight was reading some sex books,
on her paper bed,
I guess you could say those books,
were now wet-back copies.

On sleep:

Right before the night,
when all the writers sleep tight,
at home in their beds,
or perhaps at their workplace,
no updates are found,
except for a rare choice few,
who write all the time,
as I do with my own time,
I try my hardest,
so that I can keep on time,
with these new updates,
which should improve on Friday,
if you'll bear with me,
with this hectic time table,
we can get past this.

On Tuesdays with Madame Pinkie:

Today is the day,
the day on which I shall write,
a complete update,
one where I do not skimp out,
with all detail left,
after so many days quiet,
I'm sure most have left,
but if you have not, rejoice,
for the sex starts soon,
and from there it shall grow fast,
from Pinkie onward,
this story shall grow in length,
while it may seem long,
you don't need to read it all,
for I've split it up,
or at least I will some day,
it shall be one piece,
but to be read with some ease,
read it, if you please.

On Lyra x Bon Bon:
Sharing a warm hug,
one feels safe and at peace too,
how odd of a thing,
to see a lyre hug candy,
yet here it makes sense,
here in these lover's soft bed,
in naught but panties,
as well as their teal tee shirts,
sexuality,
by all means should be hinted,
with their kind smiles,
and with the friendly embrace,
all that I can see,
and any on-lookers should,
is a sense of love.

On bumps:

If it means a thing,
I'll start writing just for you,
and if I am late,
then I must apologize,
but if you just wait,
I'll get something out for you,
and answer your bump.

On shitposting:

There once was a post,
which was utterly pointless,
I just can't see why,
of all the things to type out,
why would you post that?

On Sundays:

Today is Sunday,
it seems like the day past fast,
from my awkward day,
to the whiny and fun night,
we had fun and cringed,
because we prefer to laugh,
instead of cringing,
which I can agree with easy,
with a leaning smile,
the errors become clearer,
I'll try to fix them,
not only for my own life,
but for those who care,
and if this seems too sappy,
Fluttershy's big tits,
Rainbow Dash's plywood chest,
I'd feel those nice bits,
if I didn't get smacked first,
but it's a fair price.

On love from the mane 6:

Oh my gosh! Me too!,
Oh my, what do I say back?,
everyone does, dude,
really? I do too!,
oh Anon, yer jus' too kind,
oh you flatterer,
I saw the chance and took it,
a romance haiku.

On a close up of the mane 6:

First comes the pink one,
with that ever present smile,
then Twilight Sparkle,
the awkward but strong of heart,
followed by flutters,
that most sensitive of girls,
Applejack comes next,
out tanned skin and blonde hair beauty,
next, miss Rarity,
our generous young model,
and finally Dash,
the speed freak with the cute cheeks,
of all of these girls,
I simply cannot choose one,
when all are perfect.

On mud wrestling:

once upon a time,
on one lazy summer's morn,
I saw something great,
stars filled my vision at once,
as hearts danced around,
Rarity and Applejack,
both wrestling there,
in bikinis they did fight,
slipping in the mud,
unaware of my presence,
I leaned a little,
and enjoyed the free mud fight,
not caring for why,
I was filled with fear,
for what punishment may come,
and when none arrived,
I opened my purple eyes,
and beheld my peace,
for where once was one looker,
awe stricken were two,
I suppose the egg falls close,
to the one who hatches,
for we both started to run,
when our free show saw,
not wanting to be selfish,
wanted us to join.

On silence:

In the silence here,
I can clearly tell the time,
how early it is,
is written in their absence,
with the storm passing,
we can now start to progress,
I hope you'll indulge,
and enjoy the stories here,
stay awhile, read.

On Octavia's dress:

It was Halloween,
when I saw a quite great sight,
there she stood in pose,
a flush pink blush on her face,
her long silken hair,
hung long past her shoulders,
it was silken black,
and contrasted her red dress,
which clung close to her,
and followed her perfect curves,
purple gloves of silk,
both teased her hair and rested,
how could one be shy,
when dressed in such fine attire,
oh, Octavia,
perfection lies not in strings,
but in your form also.

On Applejack:

a toned form stands there,
muscles earned by years of work,
trace her every limb,
long blonde hair hangs down her back,
in a ponytail,
she wears a small leather hat,
which she tilts to you,
her shirt shows off her round chest,
stopping at her belt,
her fine hips become defined,
underneath that cloth,
you can only imagine,
how that tanned skin looks,
but, sadly, you won't,
for despite all our wishing,
she's not a real girl.


On the ride:

"Surely you have seen for yourself, the feels and happenings that fill this board?
But fight poison with poison, Moot is merciful, and thus, created the scruffy.
The scruffy will feed upon our content, and put an end, to our tragic realm of shit posting.
...
You fool.
Don't you understand?
The ride is over.

On The Story Man:

n the aqueduct,
is where she came upon him,
dressed in an odd suit,
covered in baubles and gems,
"who are you, kind sir",
she asked in her formal way,"
"aye simae, good day,
I am Domnhal of Zena"
He responded quick
"what are you doing out here?"
"for now, I'm waiting"
he seemed saddened by this fact,
"what do you wait for?"
"I wait for a friend of mine"
she sits next to him,
she admired his outfit,
but soon had to ask,
"who is this friend you wait for?"
"the chosen undead"
"chosen undead? they sound crass"
"quite the contrary,
they're the greatest hero,
and have many tales"
"how many? I have but one"
"listen close my friend,
and I'll tell you a story..."

On King of the Caribbean - Pt 2

There once was a man,
many would call him quite rude,
from his blackened teeth,
to his citrus stained outfits,
he was tall and strong,
there was no doubt on him,
arrogance was he,
crooked smile and sheathed cutlass,
the seas he had seen,
had left there clear marks on him,
for all that he wrote,
and even his username,
told of his hard past,
and the place where his heart lies,
the Caribbean.


On Applejack Pt 2

n silence she stood,
not a care on her tanned face,
the bronze skin shined clear,
letting you see far too much,
not a complaint there,
even her outfit was lax,
showing she lacked shame,
with a sort of careless charm,
alas she's not real,
but never fear my good friends,
she will always be,
from your darkest, dire hour,
to a good long fap,
Applejack and her five friends,
are there just for you.


On Luna:

Mistress of the night,
there she stands seductively,
dressed in sparse few cloth,
she gestures for me to come,
hypnotized, I do,
her beauty fills my vision,
as I move closer,
with bated bated, I stand there,
as she leans in close,
and her angelic voice says,
"You've fapped to me, right?",
stunned by the sexy question,
you respond with "yes",
"good" she says with a chuckle,
"Because I've seen things,
things in your dreams with myself"
she gives a slight pause,
"and I must say I like them"

On Rarara on a motorcycle:

Straddling the seat,
that short jacket riding up,
you half face her back,
which arches to show her ass,
two hands on the bars,
she looks back seductively,
over sunglasses,
the leather sticks to her skin,
making you jealous,
that it can feel her fine curves,
to peel off those clothes,
was all that you cared about,
and you were in luck,
despite what it seemed like now,
for she did as well.

On Rarara in a bikini:

You followed her here,
enchanted by that outfit,
pale skin and purple,
it was better than the beach,
her breasts lifted up,
and her bottom uncovered,
she had come to you,
fifteen minutes ago now,
and asked you to come,
in her excited tone voice,
and here you both stood,
a secluded beach she found,
she turns back to you,
"isn't it just marvelous?"
you look at her there,
a diamond on the beach,
"of course, you're here"

On Sunset Shimmer:

I saw a sunset,
and watching her slight shimmer,
I drank in the view,
as she gave me that rare look,
those fetching bright eyes,
she cared little for small talk,
she was quick and cold,
lucky for you, she liked you,
you could tell by sight,
her bedroom eyes meeting yours,
scant few words were said,
"hey, saw you checking me out",
you were shocked at least,
everyone knew her cruelty,
"I wasn't-" you said,
"I didn't say you shouldn't",
she eyed you once more,
"do you want to ditch this place?,
I know where to go",
she grabs your hand and pulls you,
You follow her close,
watching her ass sway slightly,
you lost your focus,
she enters the girl's bathroom,
moving to a stall,
she opens it and moves in,
yanking you in too,
she pushes you to the wall,
and holds you in place,
her hand goes to your zipper,
"now you just stay still,
and I'll do what I want to",
she takes off your pants,
and strokes your hard erection,
her free hand moves too,
and she takes off her blue jeans,
showing her panties,
you make a bold move,
and grope her through her jacket,
she didn't notice,
she was masturbating now,
sliding it downward,
your hand slid under her shirt,
and worked to her bra,
she continued the hand job,
and let out a moan,
as you rubbed both of her breasts,
she started panting,
both your hips started bucking,
when she stopped both hands,
she stripped the rest of her clothes,
giving you one look,
she turned round and bent over,
"come here and fuck me,
and don't make me ask you twice"

On Appledash:

From across the field,
towards each other they ran,
for she returned,
one girl was dressed for hard work,
the other, for fun,
after a long trip away,
she lost all her care,
and ran to her with a jump,
to be caught by her,
held in her arms, she whispered,
"welcome back cowgirl"

On Nightmare Moon in lingerie

Nightmare Moon stood before you,
dressed in that lewd affair,
"I've come to collect my due"
the stars shining in her hair,

She moves in closer and closer,
her hand moved to your groin,
what she wanted made you a boaster,
licking her lips to the milk of your loins,

After a while and one shot of money,
"Ah, my slave you're as sweet as honey!"