Would you?

[butters]

*The gift of poetry*

such an oddity,
this expression of thought
in a mote of sparseness,
a metaphor for sex,
metaphors that vex,
rhymes and dimes,
that run and chime

en-
jambing lines to
make thoughts jump

skip, head to
dip

a trick of phrase to
trace a maze in the mind,
a world still
full of colour

a play on meaning,
interpreted screaming's
visual dreams in ethereal
schemes it seems

your gift of poetry is odd
as is mine to you

now that's some side-step from your usual manner of writing . . . i had to look twice to see if it was one of mine i would have to say it's pretty damned good (yeah, i know that sounds like self-praising, ha!) but that's not to detract from how well you're writing anyway lately.

 

[todski28]

now that's some side-step from your usual manner of writing . . . i had to look twice to see if it was one of mine i would have to save it's pretty damned good (yeah, i know that sounds like self-praising, ha!) but that's not to detract from how well you're writing anyway lately.

self validate I like it

 

[champagne1982]

Champ you wake up as a voluptuous red head with a wardrobe to match, how does this affect you and yours?
Tess you wake up to having two husbands, to the rest of the world that's normal but it wasn't when you went to sleep and you don't understand. How do you cope?
Tod you wake up to having wings, again a normal thing etc but not to you

Someone must have slipped me a Mickey Finn
washed down with olives and vermouth-damp gin
I thought I was paying for unnamed sin
then looked in the mirror at a redhaired twin

Gone were my mousey, dirty-blonde locks
instead I was sporting a pelt fit for a fox
Not ruby, nor orange nor some shade from a box
this hair was as natural as me not wearing socks

Reluctant I wiggled out of black underwear
and looked down to see if it matched down there
Amazed, I regarded my red pubic hair
and wondered if hubby'd found a genii somewhere

And had wished that he'd married a redheaded girl
who'd rode his virginity with her bright ginger curls
bouncing and flouncing as her pink nipples twirled
while he exploded all over with sticky sperm-pearls

Perhaps I was asleep and was caught in a dream
or reality'd shifted and all was just as it seemed.
I pulled up my pants and went down to my teens
who ignored me as usual while I drank coffee with cream

So I gave up wondering if this was real or fantasy
and decided that a redhead was just who I'd be.
The only way this could be perfect was if he loved me
as much as before, so I'd wait and see

And then he came in to the kitchen and said with a grin
I see you're no worse for consuming all of that gin.
Do you remember us celebrating our lottery win?
So now my beauty, let our new life begin!

 

[HarryHill]

Someone must have slipped me a Mickey Finn
washed down with olives and vermouth-damp gin
I thought I was paying for unnamed sin
then looked in the mirror at a redhaired twin

Gone were my mousey, dirty-blonde locks
instead I was sporting a pelt fit for a fox
Not ruby, nor orange nor some shade from a box
this hair was as natural as me not wearing socks

Reluctant I wiggled out of black underwear
and looked down to see if it matched down there
Amazed, I regarded my red pubic hair
and wondered if hubby'd found a genii somewhere

And had wished that he'd married a redheaded girl
who'd rode his virginity with her bright ginger curls
bouncing and flouncing as her pink nipples twirled
while he exploded all over with sticky sperm-pearls

Perhaps I was asleep and was caught in a dream
or reality'd shifted and all was just as it seemed.
I pulled up my pants and went down to my teens
who ignored me as usual while I drank coffee with cream

So I gave up wondering if this was real or fantasy
and decided that a redhead was just who I'd be.
The only way this could be perfect was if he loved me
as much as before, so I'd wait and see

And then he came in to the kitchen and said with a grin
I see you're no worse for consuming all of that gin.
Do you remember us celebrating our lottery win?
So now my beauty, let our new life begin!

Red cracker jack!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Crackerjack!!

 

[HarryHill]

Crackerjack!!

Pecan Sandies!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Pecan Sandies!

Crackerjack was a childrens TV programme that ran from 1955 to 1984 had a lot of comedy sketches but the main things were if Crackerjack was mentioned everyone had to yell it out and also a game called Double or drop. Every time the child answered a question correctly they were given a prize but if the answer was wrong they were given a cabbage. They had to hold onto everything with out dropping them. They were out of the game if they dropped anything or receive a third cabbage.

 

[HarryHill]

Crackerjack was a childrens TV programme that ran from 1955 to 1984 had a lot of comedy sketches but the main things were if Crackerjack was mentioned everyone had to yell it out and also a game called Double or drop. Every time the child answered a question correctly they were given a prize but if the answer was wrong they were given a cabbage. They had to hold onto everything with out dropping them. They were out of the game if they dropped anything or receive a third cabbage.

'84 was a bad year for cabbage, I can understand why the show was cancelled.

 

[Remec]

Winter boredom settling in a tad early.

Annie, toss me something to try and work with, 'kay? T'anks, luv.

 

[playcatch]

Blood blackens the fang.

I envy now the night air
that breathed it dry.

 

[Remec]

5 - 18

She's there, again,

He sits in his usual booth
at the corner diner and watches
through the window as the
red-haired girl in too tight denim,
and too tall heels,
chain smokes her way through
another shift of holding up
the street lamp (or sometimes
the abandoned building) just
catty corner to his position
in between bouts of speaking
to people on the sidewalk or
through open windows in barely
moving cars, vehicles she often slips
into and goes off on half hour jaunts

He sighed and shook his head,
wishing he had thirty minutes to spare.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Hello Remec anyone else want to resurrect this?

 

[playcatch]

Why not? Sock it to us!

 

[CharleyH]

Of course, I would.

 

[CharleyH]

Someone must have slipped me a Mickey Finn
washed down with olives and vermouth-damp gin
I thought I was paying for unnamed sin
then looked in the mirror at a redhaired twin

Gone were my mousey, dirty-blonde locks
instead I was sporting a pelt fit for a fox
Not ruby, nor orange nor some shade from a box
this hair was as natural as me not wearing socks

Reluctant I wiggled out of black underwear
and looked down to see if it matched down there
Amazed, I regarded my red pubic hair
and wondered if hubby'd found a genii somewhere

And had wished that he'd married a redheaded girl
who'd rode his virginity with her bright ginger curls
bouncing and flouncing as her pink nipples twirled
while he exploded all over with sticky sperm-pearls

Perhaps I was asleep and was caught in a dream
or reality'd shifted and all was just as it seemed.
I pulled up my pants and went down to my teens
who ignored me as usual while I drank coffee with cream

So I gave up wondering if this was real or fantasy
and decided that a redhead was just who I'd be.
The only way this could be perfect was if he loved me
as much as before, so I'd wait and see

And then he came in to the kitchen and said with a grin
I see you're no worse for consuming all of that gin.
Do you remember us celebrating our lottery win?
So now my beauty, let our new life begin!

lol! I especially think this line is smart, smarmy and sexy:

"I pulled up my pants and went down to my teens"

Brilliant. I love it! lol

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Remec I need something from you about your first time (or hers!)
Playcatch you are very cold tell us about getting warm again
CharleyH how about showing us how you break the rules

 

[playcatch]

Hot, Hot, Hot

Thirty degrees makes me grateful for the
successful hail--
cab pulls over.
Rearview mirror glances power
the drive east into Spanish Harlem--
I slip buds in my ears

and it's Spain, 2011,
Flamenco at La Carboneria
black shine off shoes flash
multisyncipated structures
into softly rising, low roaring
howls of longing
for lovers
for home
for lives lost in the Reconquista.

Across the weathered wooden table
a young Russian man claps the rhythms
over the guitar case on his lap.
The dancer's eyes dramatically lower
to the final swish of red lace hem

My tonguetip plays over the rim of
my glass, our eyes raise a toast
across the table. Noticing,
Roberto slips a hand to the small
of my back, tenderly drumming
his rhythm over the bare skin
just above. A fine cool mist hisses
insect song above us, landing
tiny kisses over our sweating bodies.

Cab curbed, card swiped, I tie my scarf
and open the door
to the distant strains of Salsa leaking
through the red door of the club.

 

[CharleyH]

Remec I need something from you about your first time (or hers!)
Playcatch you are very cold tell us about getting warm again
CharleyH how about showing us how you break the rules

Haha! Love the challenge, UYS. Of course, I will play. However, with Christmas upon us, and I sprained my wrist pretty bad yesterday and am doing one-handed typing, which takes FORever, I will probably write it by hand first (rebellious, I know, lol) and then get it to you before January 7th. Is that kosher?

 

[Remec]

Remec I need something from you about your first time (or hers!)
Playcatch you are very cold tell us about getting warm again
CharleyH how about showing us how you break the rules

Alright, just a quickie---no pun intended, honest---that deals with part of that first time.


There once was a girl I happened to know,
Who surprised me with her willingness to go
to the building next door,
she had the keys (Score!),
where she introduced me to my first blow.

 

[CharleyH]

Alright, just a quickie---no pun intended, honest---that deals with part of that first time.


There once was a girl I happened to know,
Who surprised me with her willingness to go
to the building next door,
she had the keys (Score!),
where she introduced to my first blow.

Love it, Rem!

 

[CharleyH]

The Rules of Gender

The pupa breaks free
a butterfly emerges;
Prince becomes Princess.


How many rules did I break? Hopefully, enough!

 

[Youthoughtofme]

Nice flowing words caress the mind like her soft gentle hand does my cock
Slap it make it bend to your will forming the very first thought I've had in years
I will return to this hole again and again drinking up what sustenance I need
Fullfiling all the dreams of such little minds quenching what thirst you have no business having.

 

[WillOtheWisp]

Hi UnderYourSpell. I realize I haven't been posting in a while. But could you give me a "Wouldy" too?

 

[CharleyH]

Now, you know I'm teasing here, UYS. In which form, if any, would you enjoy my poem?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Sorry I deserted you again, I'm not so well these days. Now let me see what I can bamboozle you with
Hmmmm form eh Charley? these will send you all scurrying off to read up your forms
.
Charley an autobiographical Cento
Playcatch a humourous Limerick
Remec a Double Acrostic set in the Theatre
Willo a Tritina (your choice of subject as I'm not sure how you are with forms)
Champ a Triolet about food.
.
Youthoughtofme are you wanting to join in?
.
I tell you what you write them and for setting you all those forms I'll match you form for form!