2023 Poem-A-Week Challenge (Poems Only Thread)

[goddessofglee]

#33
desire, jealousy, and pain... yet happy?
You left or went away.
My thoughts were rambling,
I didn't want to stay.
But I did stay,
just maybe you'd be back.
But you never came back,
out of the gathering, back in your shack!

"Did you feel sorry when I was gone?"
I thought you asked,
your voice but a whisper, quite clearly a lull to last.

"Yes," I replied,
or reckoned I did,
You were aware of how I'd do,
but you chose to search me through.


"Was it a painful affair,
To see me not there?"
You queried again, now drawing quite near.
as if I wasn't there.
In my thoughts, though I knew you weren't there.
"You know I am," I replied.

"What should it be?" you'd ask,
your voice is full of Glee.
"Should I show you my concern,
or just tell you,
or maybe make you watch and see?"

"Your pleasure is my pleasure,"
I moaned out with no aflutter.
* *
the narrator says:
Feel the feeling,
the girl's actuality that she longs to be pleasured by others,
even though he's hurt to see her with them.
She cares to show him but doesn't care to see.

This realization is a strong one,
and it shows the depth of the girl's desire and captures his complex emotions of desire, jealousy, and pain.

The girl continued as if in real,
"I think I'll make you watch,"
You said, your eyes glinting.
"I want you to see how much I'd enjoy
these other men."

Another thought,
another night,
another story...
but I'm not there...

"I know you want to see me,
To watch me,
to know what I'm doing.
But I also know you want me to be happy.
So I'll give you a choice.

"You can either watch me
and see me enjoy with others.
And watch what I do.
Or you can close your eyes,
And imagine what I'd do.

"The choice is yours."

and while I decide,
I felt a pang of jealousy,
But I knew it was what you wanted.
So I watched as he kissed you,
And as you made love to the other.

It was painful to see,
But I knew it was what you wanted.
So I watched,
and I suffered,
And I loved you all the more.

I closed my eyes yet again,
And imagined what she was doing.
I thought up her lips on mine,
and her hands were on my body.
I visualized her pleasure,
And my own too.

I opened my eyes,
And she was not there.
But I knew she was still there,
In my thoughts,
In my dreams.
* * *
"I'm sure you like it, yes, you're my pet,"
she mumbled with a smile,
"And you're my dog,
My faithful puppy dog,
so I'll wile

Away the hours,
With you by my side,
Wagging your tail,
And licking my feet,
while I fulfil my desires with others,
till the end of time."

"Yes, your pain is what I long for,
today and till eternity!

 

[Wonderer67]

The Erfurt Train Station

The train was going so fast
I could scarcely detect life forms
A perfect summer day
Hops fields and hay
Windmills twirling in the distance

We gradually started slowing
And smoothly pulled into Erfurt
A local train rolled in a moment later
And an ocean of people poured out
Done and dusted from their work week
Ready for their weekend

I wondered who they were
What was important to them
Why
What
And how

A young pretty couple holding hands
A 25 year oldish man lighting a cigarette
Walking amazingly erect
A plump woman
Running to make a connection
A mid-fifties working man’s body language
Saying “THAT was a fucking week…”

People got into our train
And onto others
Or waited for another connection

Some people were home
And some were roaming forever

28/52

 

[Angeline]

Hobart Avenue, Long Ago

Saturday and the the air is vegetal,
green and earthy. Gas mowers buzz,
push mowers roll and squeak.
Children shout, skip, swing. They drift
from road to sidewalk
when the occasional car passes.

Down the block two girls
sell lemonade, plastic pitcher,
and cups arrayed on a picnic table,
5¢ a drink, a bargain: free lawn
chair seating and knock-knock jokes
included.

It's late July: everyone sweats.

Not me. I'm cool, quiet
and composed in a shaded arbor
Daddy built in the side yard.
I'm hidden, curled on a green bench,
surrounded by climbing roses, thorny
tumbles of petals, red yellow pink creamy
and delicate, soft as silk.

It may be Saturday on the block,
but right here it's timeless,
a private world of fairy tales: giants, swans,
match girls, ballerinas, tin soldiers
fill my head, my inner vision
is whirling, fantastical, interrupted

only by the cool sweetness
of the grapes I'm eating,
the errant chirp of a cricket,
the briefest pause

as I turn the page.



Week 29, Poem 1, Total 35

 

[Ambient4190]

rain granted permission
cloud cover calmed
just one hour to unseal
truly feel numbness
and pain collide
glass coffin shattered
rocking horse ride
on the wind die

 

[butters]

poem #24

processes

single black vulture
laughs at its fortune—
the glut of belly-up fish
that taste of tidal incursion
as lowlands glisten
sink lower
renew invitations
to a rising Atlantic
*
crops wilt
blacken
drown
*
full beyond measure
it hops atop a smooth boulder
a great, egg-shaped affair
a third buried in mud
spreads wings to dry
casting dim shadows
beneath a disc that hangs
orange
suspended
in resinous air

 

[Wonderer67]

Long Distance Love

I await my mistresses touch
It’s been 12 days
And two continents
I remember long deployments
And tell myself
“I can do this…”

I follow her instructions to the tee
I sniff her panties that she packed for me
They were a pair she wore from
Heavy outdoor work
Thick with her scent
I sniff them and
Imagine her cunt in them
She writes me devilish messages
Daily mantras and messages
Some silly, some sexy
She knows how to tease me

Every few days she sends me clips or urls
To watch and edge
Sometimes I’m bad and watch other ones too
Please don’t tell her!

I have been edging heavily for the last few days especially
I have not cum in 19 days
God knows when she’ll allow me to cum
When I get home tonite
She will have all of my focus on her

She controls my orgasm
And she controls me
It is love on another level
It is closeness and intimacy
In a way I’ve never known
Its a vulnerability
That leads to intense levels of trust
And desire
And a feeling of love in your heart
That is new love
Fresh love
Teenage love
That brand new “this is it” love
Even tho it’s old love

I will kiss those feet,
Worship them
When I get home
I’m from jersey and have a hungry heart
I don’t know how to thank her enough
For her control
It is more than love

She is
My wife
My lover
My domme
My Miss Conduct

29/52

 

[Piscator]

To a Shy Beauty

Dream-like darling, dare my heart desire

Your slim, sylph-like body, so slinky in bed,​

My fingers atremble stroking long, trim flanks​

Or the swerve of your svelte hips, your form entire.

I live both love and lust, thus being led​

To quench my thirst between your river's banks​

As if one draught could satisfy such need.

Lest I, your lunatic, leave things unsaid,​

Let now my tongue directly touch you thus​

And consider these swift swirls and flicks my plea—

​

​

May we discuss?​

This is my attempt at a curtal sonnet, in the manner of Hopkins' "Pied Beauty"

Week 28: Poem 1: Total 41

there are times when discussion is moot

 

[Broken_paladin]

The words linger near the tip of my tongue
Holding them back to avoid being stung
To know without telling but the damage is done
Caught up in the moment that you are the one
My heart reaches out to where my brain doesnt dare
Meant for each other we make such a pair
Mystery and beauty I picture your face
The dreams that surround us both leather and lace
Tempered by feelings we found in this place
I crave you sweet lady of beauty and grace
These words are for you and you all alone
Till time slips away and all thats left is this poem

 

[Ashesh9]

Lazy palindrome
‐--------------------------
Align a line:
line A align

 

[OtherMan]

The loss of leg,
of love,
of bone,
of dare to walk for miles
and share the load
though I alone
step road
that barren
smiles
at path that’s known
and willing tracked
lain down
for more
to tread.
No seed is sown
in earth as packed…
in fact,
its birth
is dead.

7/27/23

#43

 

[Wonderer67]

July 26th

I entered the parking lot at work
Looking for a good song to pull into
Starts my day off right
A theme song of sorts
35: XMU… something wimpy
36: Alt- Nation. fucking Madison. I hate her. You couldn’t even pay me to shit on her
I usually pass over 37, but lemme check
Five Finger Death Punch.
Pass.
38: Ozzy’s Boneyard: Motörhead!
Yes.
I work for an insurance company
Lots of Beemers, Mercedes, Teslas, Lexi
Me, driving my 9yo F150
Same truck I use on the farm
I’m just a working class motherfucker
“Eat the Rich” was playing
‘Twas a poetic moment
For sure

30/52

 

[goddessofglee]

#34
The Goddess's servant says...

Your pleasure is my pleasure,
My Goddess, I find.
The aching, longing, needing
Grows ever more kind.

For, if my pain is your pastime,
And your joy is mine,
Then my pain must be my pleasure,
As long as it brings you divine.

Your amusement is my pleasure, my Goddess.
I find more and more that the words ring even more true.
My heart aches, my body longs, my soul craves for you.

Your joy is my pleasure as well,
I know this now, and I welcome it.
For, if my pain is your delight,
And your pleasure is always right,
Then that must mean my pain is my happiness as well.

A rather startling correlation,
But one that binds our relation.
For I am yours, my Goddess,
And your pleasure is my greatest joy.


The Goddess replies:

My pleasure is your pleasure, my worshipper.
I know that you ache for me,
And I know you long for me as well.

Your pain is my pleasure,
For it is a sign of your devotion.
When you feel pain,
it means that you are truly alive,
And that you are truly enduring the full range of human emotions.

I welcome your pain,
For it is a gift that you give me.
It is a sign of your love,
And it is a sign of my power.

I am your Goddess,
And I am here to do as I please.
You are here to make me feel pleasure,
And I am here to make you feel alive.

So let your pain flow through to me,
And let it be remade
into my pleasure.
Let me take your heart away,
And let me give you the pain you deserve.

Remember my pet...
My pleasure is your pleasure,
My servant, I know.
Your pain is my pleasure,
For it brings me such woe.

But do not fear, my pet,
For your pain is my joy.
It is the fire that fuels me,
The fuel that makes me destroy.

So let your pain flow through you,
And let it course through my veins.
Let it be my pleasure,
Together, bound by chains.

 

[Tzara]

Quantum Theory

I read her poetry, and sigh and dream
of cradling her body close to mine.
My thoughts at times are gentle, times obscene

and often they're impractical, it seems.
It could be they're both states at once, combined,
as is her poetry. Both sighs and dreams

are quite entangled, like some quantum thing
that flickers back and forth from whine to wine—
obscenities to gentleness, slipstreamed.

Her verses are like drugs, her words morphine.
My spirits wax and wane, suspending time.
Just read her poetry, all sighs and dreams

stochastically unfurled, rejoined, entwined—
a quantum fog befittingly Dasein.
My thoughts of her are gently scrambled scenes

of indeterminate, conflicting beings
that wobble between love and sex sublime.
My thoughts sometimes seem pure, sometimes obscene;
I read her poetry. I sigh. I dream.



Yes, as a matter of fact, I did go to see Oppenheimer this week.

Week 30: Poem 1: Total 43

 

[Ambient4190]

dressed in black and white
1700 words to date
time holds her back
won't let her play

her lover a little ditty
jealous as water is green
fights for precious minutes
only he wants to be seen

 

[Angeline]

Stolen Moments

We are nothing if not night owls,
curled together post midnight hour,
sprawled on our sea of blue sheets,
gently breathing in the jazz
of late night public radio.

The music is a hard modal bop,
a bubbling, exuberant trumpet
in conversation with tenor sax
and flute, rhythms floating
in a tapestry of rich dark blues.

Our stolen moments: locked
in the mood and the jazz, locked
together, my legs wrapped
around your waist, swimming
as if underwater toward dawn,
moans falling in a coda
to murmurs and holding hands

as night recedes, the willow brushing
soft at the window pane,
the scent of baking bread drifting
up through the heat register,
the music shifting to modern
symphonic, our breathing even
and now on the verge of dreams.


Week 30, Poem 1, Total 36

 

[Ashesh9]

Lovely , nubile Ms. Bose
held the Ardhadhanurasana:
stretched out Archer's Bow pose!!!
But it angered her Guru Mr. Ghose:
Who sterngrily gave her taut buttocks....
a Stern Disciplinary Dose!!!
Her nether globes did Blush:
Bright Red as a Rose!!!?

 

[Piscator]

light and shadow
dapple the ground
yesterday’s rain
a mudpool memory​

 

[Ashesh9]

Re Niger ( TY2Ed Lear):---
There was a Pres. of Niger
Who went for a ride on Army Tiger..
They returned from the Ride
with Pres inside
That was the End of Pres of Niger

 

[29wordsforsnow]

leaving the scene so early, why?
asked the fading clear blue sky
but the blazing fireball never listened
as Polaris, the first new light, glistened
soon accompanied by many more
a million witnesses came to adore
their faint reflections beneath in human eyes
the finger-pointing, stares and muffled sighs
spread out on the grey-dyed grass
lay a pale-fleshed knotted mass
of legs and arms, hips and lips entangled
contracted irises as bespangled
as the lurking lake billowing below
and all of them waiting for the meager vow
at least for a while let's pretend
this comely night would never end
a happy trail of garment ended there
where two mortal beings found their share
of rapt mental syncope of the sight above
still whispering sweet words of love
the soft nocturnal breeze carried away
too soon cold lines of yesterday
beyond promises, one thing would last
the act of a midsummer night's cast

 

[Mrtenant]

Fever Dream

Restless is my sleep
Tossing and turning
Feverish in the heat
My body is burning

Shared stories in the night
What was, is, and will be
In the magic of moonlight
With the wind in the trees

How I've missed your kiss
Your body fitting with mine
A moment of conjugal bliss
Together we taste the divine

How long ago was that day
When I looked into your eyes
In my fevered dreams I crave
Before one of us dies

Am I a sailor, a captain of old
Doomed to wander for years
Haunted by memory so bold
By Venusian light I still steer

Another day in the sweltering heat
Driving away the wisps of dreams
Another day we will not meet
Another night among starlit streams

I have held you in my arms
Tossing and turning in my sleep
Dreaming nightly of your charms
Melting with you in the deeps

Eyes like nebulae full of stars
Another night of feverish reach
Hear the creaking of the spars
Once more, into the breech

Restless is my sleep
Tossing and turning
Feverish in the heat
My heart is burning

 

[Tzara]

Roses

Soft-petaled, sublime scented blooms

Set in slim, cut-crystal vases where

They dominate the dining room's décor.​

Such beauty can cause some sensitives to swoon,

Delirious with delight and dazzled there

As if, entranced, they'll stand fixed evermore.​

This love, alas, is fleeting, as is all love.

The fiercest couplings all come to ends. Affairs

And ardor cools; all loves end up as chore.​

A flower's charms collapse with time, disproved—

There's no encore.​

Week 31: Poem 1: Total 44

 

[Angeline]

Double Dactyl Doll

Higgledy Piggledy
here comes sweet Ms. Barbie.
She can be anything,
go far and then
even become human,
leave Barbieland behind,
anthropomorphically
surpassing Ken.


Week 31, Poem 1, Total 37

 

[Mrtenant]

Four O'Clocks

Sweet fiery blossoms
Open at a blazing sunset
Petals unfurling
Hot pink four o'clocks

There for you and me
Whether we see them or not
Welcoming the sunset
Prelude to the night

How they have grown
One blazing hot day to the next
More bounteous, more lovely
Thriving on my attention

Drink deep my beauties
Of the waters of my love and care
Waving in the hot Summer breeze
How much thee inspire me

Wandering through the garden
My hand drifting through your petals
Softly touching and connecting
In the sunsets of Summer

 

[Ambient4190]

incessant lilies
their unfaltering return
loves disenchantment



life decisions fair
a dire snowy mountain pass
dynamic ropes cast

 

[goddessofglee]

#35

He asserted...

Thou seem'st to be fuming,
Hast thou missed me so soon?
Though I have not done a thing,
To make thy heart swoon?

Do not break my heart,
By talking to a schooling girl,
Thou mayst leave meI care not much for it!
Call it a fight,
'Tis alright,
If that's what thou wilt,
I am not here to haunt...
I simply speak my mind,

'Tis up to thee to decide
if 'tis a fight.
Thou canst be confused,
There is nought to lose,
If that is thy choice,
I am not to be defused.
I am so unimportant,

Yet sensible and prudent,
Thou didst not even care to reply back,
And what wilt thou say,
I was far far away!

---

She replies...
I cannot see,
I am not blind,
Yet I cried,
On the trail beside.
Thou canst repeat,

If thou dost not mind?
I am dropping and dead.
Sink in a piece of lead,
Mouthing a broken piece of bread.
Do not thou dare delete this,
If thou darest,
thou wilt be nowhere but left.
I do not disappear,
I go off and reappear,
As a moon would
Do without fear,
That is my style.
Follow me and reappear,
Dids,t thou follow loud and clear?

Why wouldst thou want to know,
Where, what, and why?
If thou art too nosy,
I would tell thee to go!
I hardly know,
What I am to show,
I just think,
I would lead thee to my door.
That is not right,
I am not nice,
This thou wouldst hear,
From my rhymes!
This was to be this,
It slipped,
pulled out of turn,

Here she said,
do not burn,
The time, thy turn,
Or I would never return.
I am trying to find,
A blind faithful guy,
Who would be confined
And beat my style.
Lip look lock loo,
Here she says
What she wouldth do?!

Pimps and simple
Would fall in for me,
From here and there,
All but thou wouldst
be to see.

Search me,
I allow thee,
But do not ask me,
For I do not know.
I am a Goddess,
Just landed from high above,
Like a flying white lighter dove.

Do not repeat the same verse again,
It leaves a bad uneasy trail, no gain!
Do not thou dare
To be unfair,
I would be lying
If I said I was sublime
And I ain't crying.
Without touching me,

Thou art not allowed
To touch the Goddess!
Talk in rhymes,
It sounds more creative insertion,

Nuclear bomb,
The process
from subcritical
to prompt critical?
Than bland assertions.

Hold on, hold on,
Fear no more;
I am already here,
Thou wilt stay in touch.

Let it go, let it go
Let go of fear;
I am still here,
Friend, hold on.