007 Challenge

[Jada59]

Wheals and bumps
Springing up on my arm
Making me want
To scratch the skin off
Fiery redness appears
As I feel the burning
Sinking in and spreading.

Hives.

I hate them!

 

[Jada59]

Spider in Halloween colors
Who are you?

Never seen one like you before
You are new!

A web you make
As you weave and spin

Trailing down
And back up again

A perfect lair
For things with wings

They'll get caught up
Among your strings

No pantry needed
Not for you

Your food is trapped
In your sticky goo

 

[Jada59]

Warm broth
Trickles down my throat

I spoon it up
As if by rote

Under the weather
That is me

Will I get better?
We shall see

Soup embellished
With bits of rice

Feels comforting
And oh so nice

I dip in the mug
For another bite

I savor it
As this poem I write

I think I feel better
Oh yes I do

And on that note
This missive is through!

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Dear C
Half a conversation is societal damnation not of you or what was written,
Bashing men and blaming them for everything is culturally indoctrinated
Praising men or trying to help them is counter culture these days.

Most men aren’t the few that fuck up
Most of the worst fuckups are men
but averages point to the fact women
are equally as messed up
but is not paraded through the public square
every second of every day.

This is the first time or place I ever named the man who raped me, though my family probably guessed. Perhaps because I feel safe here. Thank you all for making it so.

 

[Jada59]

This is the first time or place I ever named the man who raped me, though my family probably guessed. Perhaps because I feel safe here. Thank you all for making it so.

*Hug*

 

[greenmountaineer]

This is the first time or place I ever named the man who raped me, though my family probably guessed. Perhaps because I feel safe here. Thank you all for making it so.

I’m sorry, cherries.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Jada thank you. Hug back. GM I am sorry too. I wish now that I had gone to the police.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Market

First off is compost:
barrels of cabbage, cut
stems, shucked silk.

Reading the ending first
repurposes narrative.
Compost says all you
shoppers of fennel,
carrots and grapes, you
win the erasure afforded by
profitable soil.

Fish, ostrich and cheese
sold separately.

 

[todski28]

This is the first time or place I ever named the man who raped me, though my family probably guessed. Perhaps because I feel safe here. Thank you all for making it so.

I don’t even know how to respond to this, and “sorry” seems a token gesture,
I’m glad you feel safe here, as to my reply I apologise that the riff came direct from something so personal to you and for not reading deeper than my own emotional reaction,
Though my sentiment is real I apologise for the lack of decorum on my part regarding your personal circumstances, if I had read better it never would have happened.

Your writing and you as a person are from my perspective needed here, your writing is different and interesting and you aren’t attacking others soo yeah imma shut up, stick my foot back in my mouth and apologise once more.

I’m sorry about what happened to you, I can’t protect every woman in the world but if I had know the guy I would tear his damn head off.

 

[Jada59]

Intermittent claps and booms
The sky grows wilder
Filling all the rooms
With scary reverberation

Little eyes filled with fright
As flashes of silver
Pierce the night
Raindrops falling all around

Wind whips the leaves
Rattles the windows
And tickles the eaves
Making me reach for the blanket

September storm came
Blasting its way through
Soon things will be tame
And we shall rejoice

 

[Jada59]

Your eyes so sad as
Exhaustion sets in

I feel your pain
Your exasperation

Sweet golden flecks
Pricked with vexation

As I draw closer
To your helpless face

My gaze meets yours
My green, your soft brown

Taking your distress
Deep into my soul

Your mother and grandfather
Far away but

Worming their way
Through your brain

As I pull you close
Attempting to comfort

Your heat
Searing my skin

As anger and grief
Bubble up within

Causing your lips
To clamp shut

Sealing out the agony
And confusion

My heart upon yours
Now beating as one

You pull away
Blinking back the tears

And switch the subject
To sensible things

I let you go
And do what I can

Handing you the carton
Of chilled hemp milk

And I close the door
Behind you

And wishing
I could bake you cookies

 

[Jada59]

Green
And crisp
Or soft
Well used
Come to me!
Rain on me!
55 times
In 5 days.
My secret
With the universe
Thank you Dan!
I am ever so
Grateful
And it shall
Be so
Forever

 

[Jada59]

My lust for you
Engulfs every inch

A flickering flame
Grows ever stronger

Camp fire within
Sharpen your stick

Roast your marshmallows
On me, in me

Soft sticky sweetness
Melting like my soul

As I reach
To touch your skin

I feel your aura
Soft like a rainbow

Yet piercing me
Sharply

A little danger
A lot of rapture

As words
And only words

Light up the night
And sparkle the sky

Glittering and
Tantalizing

Wet as the rain
Brash as the storm

Your French
And my dip

Comforting
And satisfying

I wrap my lips
Suck the au jus

Taking pleasure
We dine with relish

Rich cheese
So warm

Gratifying
Never ending

We hunger
We satiate

Wanting and
Craving

Sprinkles of vowels
And consonants

Splayed carefully
Along the screen

Across the miles
Touching each other

With words
And only words

 

[Jada59]

One all black
One mostly white

One minute cuddling
The next a fight!

One all muscle
And so very small

The other big and poofy
Like a giant fur ball

Fur babies so sweet
They are all mine

I love them so much
They make me feel fine!

 

[Jada59]

You came into my life
On a hot summer's day

Eyes big and brown
You wanted to play

We cuddled and kissed
Your ears tickled my face

Now I'm so very glad
That you live at my place

So tiny and cute
And not even a cat

A brown Boston Terrier
How about that?

 

[Jada59]

I make the Pupusas
I make them for you

Massaging the dough
And shaping the goo

Filling of cheese and beans
Yellow all around

When they hit the Comal
They'll be nicely browned

Softness within
And a wee bit of crunch

Sit by my side
And enjoy them for lunch!

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Stables

Confinement is a luxury
only sexpolitical motivated
afford. Her longings
bind us both.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Pink Punk Plonk

After a long while
eyelids release new
sight into the fluorescent
unknown.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Those beautiful days

Those days those
longed for swaddles
pricetagging innocence:
they were hookahs.
We are animal born
until we animal die.
Why scratch sticks
In dust? To hear our own
names, maybe. Or
to liberate dust.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Petting

Slap leather topped
off with a glance
blade enough to slice
all her straps is the Rx
lucky me brought in my
Let's Make a Deal bag.
Just the recipe
for a sweet slumber:
she said she loves me.
Easily. Now I am pinned.

 

[JCSTREET]

Generally I oppose the death penalty. That guy, not so much.

Generally,
I oppose the death penalty,
that guy
not so much

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Generally,
I oppose the death penalty,
that guy
not so much

I have missed you, JC.

 

[HarryHill]

1. Live

This snapshot day, monochrome, faded,
a sketch made with a sharpie,
left out in the rain.

 

[HarryHill]

2.

The first few words, recalcitrant,
stubborn expressions unwilling to be exposed,
verse or prose, hence my rant.

Submit your poetic story in poems or give up.
Not yet.

 

[HarryHill]

3.

She's at work, transported there in the early morning;
driver, bleary eyed, wild haired, dressed in a robe,
sipping from a to-go cup pressed in his hand before leaving,
dreaming of chauffeurs wages to be paid later,