writing live

[Mrtenant]

(16-12/13/21)

She met me at the door
In a towel and nothing more
I could tell that it'd been awhile
From the curl of her lusty smile

 

[cascadiabound]

8 12/13/21

Ms Mahonia Charity
sprays of yellow in her hands
she is bold in her presentation
a standout among her peers
She can be a bit prickly at times
but the hummers can't resist
her sweet nectar
an offering of the gods
in this season of cold
and darkness

 

[butters]

#2


a mouth is more
than just a hole to fuck
reduced to nothing more
than a drooling, gagging mess

?why miss out
on all it can afford:

the slow and supple tongue
its coax and urge
mobile lips that frame vowels
as they slide your length
or purse to land delicious kisses, here, there, everywhere...
blunt nibble of teeth
tease of hot breath
made cool in its drift across patient flesh
lifting hairs to attention up and down your back
and those guttural sounds
–half sigh, half moan–
born from that deep well
of pleasures found in pleasuring

beyond that
most importantly of all
the liberation found in the mouthing of words
that sharing of intimacies
never greater than freedom to speak
collaborations of thought straight from a trusting mind
straight from an unencumbered heart

the mouth's so much more
than a fuck-hole

 

[Mrtenant]

(17-12/14/21)

Accessory

That fabulous four poster
Witness of dreams
Sometime participant
To our sexual deviance
How many sacrifices,
Slaves stripped and ravaged,
Captives teased and flogged,
Twisted fairytales
Western whores
Spy thrillers
Ghost stories
Strippers and sluts
Witness to them all
Always ready for more
Tonight though
You've caught a rare prize
The swedish chef

 

[cascadiabound]

9 - 12/14/21

snowchildren roasting marshmallows over an open fire
overshadowed by the abominable snowman
down the street a dinosaur chases mr and mrs caveman
to gift them a large wrapped gift
the boys are coming home from college
delayed by opening day of skiing
fresh dump of snow provided an "epic" day
how did this low key christmas season
result in hours of wrapping

there is a fresh green wreath at my door
multicolor lights wrap Joe's twisted filbert
Claudia's tree skirt
adorns a bare bifurcated branch
festooned with a hand strung garland
and glittery folded stars

hold me close love
stroke my hair
smooth my troubled brow
lead me back to find
the joy in this season
that is marred
by change and loss

maybe the snowchildren
will roast me a marshmallow
the taste of childhood
on my tongue
a portal to simple joy

 

[butters]

#3

today's a day for absconding
for dreaming away the daylit hours
despite the sun and mild temps
something to do with antibiotics
and an uncooperative ear
and a list of 'must-dos' that didn't get done
a hill too steep to contemplate climbing
procrastination accompanied by a light sweat
with just that small part of my brain functioning
to root around in political dross
like a pig on a truffle hunt
where all rewards are stale
*yawn*

 

[Mrtenant]

(18-12/15/21)


Gifting


Ere I forget
For my list is long
Soooo long
Much like yours
Perhaps
Spend a moment
Here
With me
Take a deep breath
Let it all out
Smile
Here is a present
Yes
It is for you
Really









Something I hope leaves a smile, just click it.

 

[Lyricalli]

3

Typical Friday night
drinking to a fresh heartache
while revisiting the one I can't let go
sinking into the collective social sadness
that keeps dingy dives like this afloat

The rapidly aging whisky drinker at the bar
requests a nostalgic love gone wrong
a young buck with a cheap bottle of beer
asks for AC/DC from an acoustic guitar
to the too raucaus laughter
of his merry band of bros

But the sounds that keep coming
from his corner are all the soundtrack of us
the alchohol keeps pouring
more people onto the floor
in some approximation of dancing
and i just ignore the occasional rowdiness
coming from the bar
in the relative safety of my wallflower booth

Through the haze and motion
I catch his barely there smile
our eyes lock in a swell of melody
that makes the past present
and i've lost track
of whose turn it is
in the bittersweet game we play

I consider sending him a drink
debate if I'll stay
to the end of the set
or the end of the night

Another sip slow burns
through my blood stream
as he fingers familiar chords
and I sway closer
and closer
to choosing the bonfire

 

[cascadiabound]

10. 12/15/21

remembering
glistening white snow on cold moonlit nights
the squeak of bitter cold snow under my boots
walking arm in arm, his pipe smoke swirling into my hair

remembering
that time when I was orphaned at christmas
sleeping in a makeshift bed
taken in by kindly church people

remembering
buying imported wrapping paper by the sheet
the heft of the stock, surprising in my hands
the old world designs enlived with silver and gold

remembering
marzipan pigs and chocolate cherry cordials
train sets and barbie dolls dressed in new clothes
when we still believed in a Santa navigating our chimney

remembering
the warmth of a special meal
family gathered 'round, dotting grandparents
of simple gifts, well chosen or well made

these are my holidy memories


(Posted late due to tech glitch)

 

[butters]

#4

this labour of love
shades of burgundy & snow
saffron & jewels

13x13
square-dancing through dreams
finally arranged
conjoined with care
etched with a smiling logo

with each step forward
two back

this latest
a reversal of fortunes
removing an entire strip
one either side
in order to more properly meet
the softest fleece
a backing meant to fit
without drama

a day's work remains
another marathon of stitching
a month's worth gone by
but at least there's completion
to box and mail
beating Sisyphus by a country mile
and sent with love.

 

[Rockymtnman]

12/16 - #1

At day’s end
I reach for you one last time
But it’s a mirage
Vapor
Nothing more
But the fire still remains

 

[Mrtenant]

(19-12/16/21)

Soup

Its that soup you made
That warms me so
Slow cooked and savory
Vegetables and noodles
Chicken and spices
Each spoonful
Full of love and care
How can it be so good
Its warmth fills me
From head to heart
Hands to feet
And everywhere in between
Bringing the sleep
Of an intensity of well being
More than mere contentment

 

[cascadiabound]

11 12/16/21

Her kid got covid at a basketball tournament
where the indoor mask rules were not enforced
and the observation of fire code was optional

He told her to get ivermectin
in lieu of a vaccine
to protect their pre-teens
she shudders at the thought
and will take him back to court
who knew my work would come to this?
Advising on parenting agreements
in the age of a global pandemic

Waiting for results
listening to her toddler cough
second guessing her every choice
she tests herself
worrying over her own symptoms
and what should she do now?
she'll be isolating until christmas
her husband alone and cold til then

It is just one bummer
after another
my advice so limited

perhaps the best I can do
is reassure
guilt does not help heal
no more woulda coulda shoulda

just do your best now
get enough sleep
eat healthy food
drink water
be kind to yourself

fuck covid

 

[Lyricalli]

4

The streaming service suggested
a playlist, Burn the Photos
full of brutally bitter songs
about broken love
so I hit play and started the car
let myself slide indulgently into that emotion
because I'm not, but it would be easy
such a convenient outlet
far less messy than the tangled web
of feelings that I file into the unsatisfactory category
of missing you
miles and miles disappear under my wheels
driving hours through the dark
borrowing all the angst and anger
I can sing at the top of my lungs
taking the back roads to delay getting home
and the lingering silence of disconnection

 

[champagne1982]

3/30 December 17, 2021

That Smile

Speaks volumes as the black light glow
brightens your titanium white teeth
so that the flesh of your lips turns black
as you raise the neon blue of the gin and tonic
to your grin. My eyes narrow in early
assessment of the lines that define
a well worn amusement there and my heart
smiles an answer to the shape of your mouth.

I slow down my forward lean and fight
the attraction drawing me closer, as if I
were iron and you were the cynosure
at the centre of all I found magnetic.
That smile of promise to favour my lips
with a taste of you, to let me lap up the flavours
and make you a part of my cells. A small
bit of you comes through, mingling and blending
with my own molecules' infinite recycling
until you are as entwined as my own DNA

What makes those lips so full behind your facial hair?
I want to bruise them with my teeth as I try
to gorge on your kisses without using you up
the very first time we tentatively brush close
tantalizing teases of feathery whispers of: "Let me,
let me darling, let me, please." Until you yield
and I have my way with your tongue.

 

[Mrtenant]

(20-12/17/21)

Generosity of Trees

Sitting in the cool green grass
Beneath the old oak tree
Listening to his wisdom
Rustled in the leaves overhead
In a refreshing autumn breeze
Mysterious creaks and groans
An acorn falls cloee by
A Cardinal joins the conversation
Merry and bright red in the sun
Rays of sunshine thread through
Weaving shadows across the ground
His tales of cool fine rains
Busy squirrels living nearby
The mercy of an axeman
Told with amusement
Continuous presence
Age beyond my comprehension
Sharing and giving always
Of himself for all
Grown high above
And deep in the earth

 

[cascadiabound]

12 12/17/21

Cats in a manger
Causing chaos among the shepherds
What a perfect place
To lay a fuzzy head
A crib for a baby king
Surely suits my feline princess
how did the star guide you here?
All that glitters does beckon
Especially in this season
Of cat toys everywhere
Shiny balls to bat about
A perfect climbing tree
In a place of honor
Mary is displaced
Sheep and camels make way
For cats must play
Creating chaos again
Settling in the manger
Curled into its walls
Or perched on the rooftop
Isn’t she an angel?
My dear kitty
Causing chaos in a manger

 

[HarryHill]

..
The hills ring with song while walking along;
the rhythm is matched by my stride.
No one can hear of that there's no fear,
'cause the speakers are between my ears.

The words are lost now, here in the house;
the music still plays on inside.
TV's a nuisance as is her new fragrance,
poor one handed, one man band.

There's more I could tell you;
reminisce a spell,
or delete the whole thing and run.

 

[cascadiabound]

13. 12/18/21

Christmas boat parade
Such a sweet memorable night
Full moon overhead

 

[Mrtenant]

(21-12/18/21)

Room Service

Sipping my coffee
Tuned to the news
Sunlight streaming in
The hotel window
In my loosely tied hotel robe
Watching my lover
Dark hair tousled
Lazily tracing a fingernail
Across her naked breast
Streaked with sweat
And the remnants
Of our passion
Laid out in the ruined bed
Barely covered
Speaking with her spouse
On her phone
Licking her wedding band clean
Updates on the job and family
A knock at the door
Room service is called out
"One moment" she answers
"I'm not decent"
I smile and sip my coffee

 

[Lyricalli]

5

Sometimes, I sleep at night now
sometimes
others, like this
I simmer quietly
while the world around me
seems to be at peace
in a cozy little deception

I'll feed the cats
turn out the lights
but just removing myself
from the couch feels like a chore
and I feel guilty
that the warmth waiting for me
isn't the one I want

 

[Piscator]

Hands Off

Hands off mister
no she ain’t my sister
but she’s got the right
to say not tonight.
Go back to rubber dolls
and if your cock's too small
for that to work
just give it a jerk.

 

[cascadiabound]

14. 12/19/21

Grampa took him to lunch
A sunny summer day
Lake front dining
Fish and chips, cuppa chowder
A quiet boy
He took it all in
The sailboats and yachts
Run abouts and float planes
But it was the kayakers
That made a lasting impression
Pulling to the dock
Just to pick up lunch
Their own fish and chips
A meal al fresco
On their own power

This seminal moment changed his life
Having sworn that day
To someday be a kayaker too

Now, decades later
He's built a fleet of kayaks
Paddled miles of coastline
From Sitka to California
But today
On a cold and clear December day
He paddled to Ivars
Got take out fish and chips
Picked up at the dock
Completing the circle
And the oath
Made so many years ago

 

[Mrtenant]

(22-12/19/21)

Curves of My Lover

The curve of her lips
Kissed over and over
The curve of her neck
Kissed and nibbled
The curve of her cheek
Touched with fingertips
The curve of her shoulder
Reaching for me
The curve of her breast
To caress and to hold
The curve of her hips
Arousing my desire
The curve of her thighs
Framing her secrets inside
The curve of her calves
Taking her where she wants to go
The curve of her heart
Beats with life and love
The curves in her eyes
With colors of dreams
The curves of her mind
Brilliance to behold

 

[Angeline]

1 (maybe)

Sir Michael: Part 1

Sir Michael insinuates
himself into the artists' circle.
He pulls at his cigar like a baby
fussing at a nipple. His ideas are big,
outsized and preposterous.

Can you see yourselves against the torchlit backdrop of the Sabrathan ruins, surrounded by desert and cheering Arabs? You belong to the world.

The best part of "Hey Jude" is the guy in the turban.

No disrespect to anyone
or their headress but Sir Michael
does not understand rock and roll.

Fortunately John, aka Winston O Boogie,
does and in best Liverpudlian style
tells him to Sod Off.