Small Poems

They bow to the posted update.
Their eyes refuse the truth.
Unafraid, I scream: the bug is real.
The crowd swallows the silence whole.
 
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The river

I smiled when I seen her today
Without a word she spoke to me
Wondering just where I have been
Catching up like it was only yesterday
Parting knowing one day we will be one.
 
Grasping at straws that fall
Silent but inside the screams call
I wish I had the virtue and hope
As a monk striking a match so content
 
Tied up

Leavening here never to look back
Losing the grip but right on track
Wasn’t much here to make me stay
Hope is the greatest of marionettes
Teased and coaxed you into a trance
With the mirror left you shadowboxing
Unchanged only the winds that changed
Only Ted foreseen what all this would do
As destiny sighs for another cruel joke.
 
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Moly’s kiss of black and white
For boar his thoughts that night
Traveling to see her all adorned
A cup and staff with eyes a scorn
Circe grins as I gulped wicked nectar
Smile’s melts when the magic folds.
 
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(.--. ... .)

Void of light the darkness cloaks
Lost my voice the walls do close
Connection severed I can’t speak
Recollection erased what it is I seek
If only you had the means to find me
Head to wall morse code out please.
 
Lost and found
Nah she found me at the pound
Broken eyes stared
She seen through that costume
Showed him he’s always home.
 
A different haiku

The ocean doesn't
care what you need from it or
what you're running from.
 

Interview​

By Dorothy Parker

The ladies men admire, I’ve heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They’d rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints.
So far, I’ve had no complaints.
 
One shouldn’t plant kisses
Where another one pisses;
The danger in going down
Is a chance you might drown.
A piss and a kiss may well blend :
If the kiss on the cock tends to send
A gentleman messages, which
Mix the kiss and the most urgent piss,
That the sweetest , soft gullet receives,
Delighted that Sir is relieved.

*moustique*
 
A piss and a kiss may well blend :
If the kiss on the cock tends to send
A gentleman messages, which
Mix the kiss and the most urgent piss,
That the sweetest , soft gullet receives,
Delighted that Sir is relieved.

*moustique*

The delight you describe I agree
Can produce pleasure of the highest degree
Especially if both are in sync
There can be no sweeter delectable drink.
My concern was if there be a surprise
And sans warning the amber sauce flies
Soft gullet soon soaked
Then starts to choke
To be safe keep a life preserver nearby.
 
The delight you describe I agree
Can produce pleasure of the highest degree
Especially if both are in sync
There can be no sweeter delectable drink.
My concern was if there be a surprise
And sans warning the amber sauce flies
Soft gullet soon soaked
Then starts to choke
To be safe keep a life preserver nearby.
Love does not last long enough for such safety first

Twenty one minutes ago
you had me pull my pastel blue panties
right the way down, and you,
in your infinite wisdom,
let my pussy catch some breath,
not because this was needed by me,
but because you find fresh flaps
so delicious to fondle and touch,
and to manipulate your hard cock between,
and because you know
I love being yours.

*moustique*
 
Love does not last long enough for such safety first

Twenty one minutes ago
you had me pull my pastel blue panties
right the way down, and you,
in your infinite wisdom,
let my pussy catch some breath,
not because this was needed by me,
but because you find fresh flaps
so delicious to fondle and touch,
and to manipulate your hard cock between,
and because you know
I love being yours.

*moustique*

Do not sell love
or yourself short
dear moustique
it lasts you know it does
though not by magic
rather through endless
acts of bestowal
one’s heart in hand
offering the single gift
all you’ve got
you’ve made this clear
in your musings regarding Sir
toward whom your giving
is infinite
your joy boundless
 
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