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    POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Here is a new idea* for the Story Board - submit your own poem. It need not be erotic or pornographic but one that will amuse, inspire or arouse our many readers.


    However, please do not submit work other than your own




    * The idea was not mine but suggested by one of our talented writers.

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    I call it "Roadkill"...


    The asphalt's black and cold and on it
    Is the remnant of some tiny soul.
    Skin and hair and shattered bone
    Collapses upon itself, shrinking down.

    The breeze stirred up by passing cars
    Stirs the fur, which gently waves.
    It almost seems alive, but it's just
    An illusion. It's been dead for days.

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Love is strange
    And strange we were
    Although no stranger
    Than we are

    Stranger still
    That we`d agree
    To be so strangely
    Commonplace.

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    I call it "Gangsta-Mouth"

    He has spotted me. Talking
    With his ears shut
    He takes aim, fires
    Words at me. His list of complaints
    A litany of accusation.

    He speaks in short staccato
    Bursts, like gunfire.
    Shotgun syllables target
    Captive ears. They strike, penetrate.
    I'm the victim of a drive-by conversation.

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    How Do You Plead?

    Not guilty your Honor
    I wasn't to blame
    I deny it without reservation.

    But if the other side's lawyers
    Can prove that I did
    I've a perfectly good explanation.

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    I used to write a lot a long time ago. Haven't written poetry in years. Here's a small sampling:

    -----------------------

    we gather friends
    like so many bouquets
    of butterflies,
    which, sadly, so sadly,
    sometimes slip
    from our fingers
    and flutter away
    into the breeze,
    leaving us with empty hands
    and a mind full of memories.

    -----------------------

    REFLECTIONS

    I long for the days
    of candy floss
    and Ferris wheels,
    when we could
    take off our shoes
    and stomp through
    mud puddles.

    -----------------------

    AND THEN THE RAIN

    The air lies heavy with saddened bird songs,
    and waving leaves whisper to each other
    in wordless hushes.
    Clouds blanket the sky in fluffy billows,
    swirling, tumbling over each other
    on their way to some other non-existence.
    The sun smiles bravely
    through the spaces left by the wind,
    a wind forever keeping time on its track,
    forever pushing time onward toward eternity.
    And then, thunder laughs out its arrival.
    Silence echoes for a moment,
    and then the rain.
    People worry it, dare it, threaten it,
    curse it back to Heaven,
    and then close their doors to it.
    Yet, only a child can discover its worth
    in the timelessness he faces,
    by washing his new shoes
    in a visitor from the sky.

    -----------------------

    When will people realize
    that I, too, have feelings,
    that I, too, can feel
    the Hurt and the Pain
    of Loneliness.
    I am, after all, human,
    with human capabilities.
    I laugh, and cry
    as you do,
    I feel sorrow, and pain,
    and fear,
    and,
    anger.
    Everyone wants to feel wanted.
    I want to feel wanted.
    I want to know that,
    when I am no longer around,
    I will be missed,
    that someone might say,
    'If only he were here.'
    Being necessary
    and being wanted
    are not the same.
    Being wanted means that
    others want you with them
    for no other reason
    than the fact that
    you are you.
    Being necessary means that
    you are there
    as a matter of convenience,
    to make things easier for them,
    to do all the things
    they really don't want
    to do themselves.
    So far, I feel necessary.
    I want to feel wanted.

    -----------------------

    I remind myself of the Grinch,
    searching for Christmas,
    and finding it
    in a little girl's smile.
    All of my life, I've searched
    for the meaning of love.
    Youth offered none.
    Adulthood even less.
    At last,
    a glimmer of hope,
    then it dwindled,
    all washed away
    in the spring run-off.

    -----------------------

    (This next one concerns a real friend of mine from long ago. I've changed his name to protect his identity, not that anyone here would even know who he is, but it seemed the prudent thing to do.

    It's in 3 parts, each written at 3 different times.)

    -----------------------

    KEVIN

    I watch you sitting there
    on my bed
    the way I usually sit there.
    I watch you carefully, secretly.
    I must not let you catch me,
    or you may ask me to stop.
    I can't stop looking at you.
    I don't want to stop!
    You don't know what you do to me,
    do you, Kevin?
    Even the sound of your name
    sends a warmth washing
    throughout my body,
    flowing into the centre
    of my being.
    I say your name
    in my private moments.
    Kevin . . . my Kevin . . .

    I watch you sitting there
    on my bed.
    Too far away to touch
    (and I mustn't touch,
    for that would cause you fear,
    and I don't want you
    to be afraid of me).
    I can smell your youth
    from where I sit.
    I sense your kindness
    and your gentleness.
    Your sweetness floats over to me
    on an invisible beam of your energy,
    piercing my chest
    and driving itself into my heart.
    Yet,
    I see your strength as a man
    as you sit there
    with your legs out-stretched
    before you.
    The black denim of your Calvin Kleins
    clings to your power,
    holding it in and keeping it
    away from my grasp.
    Your being lies hidden
    by striped shirt tails
    laid cautiously across your lap
    as you sit there
    in innocent ignorance
    of my thoughts.
    Your hands, too,
    lie cradled there
    in you warmth,
    blindly caressing that part of you
    I so desperately wish to caress.
    And I have done so,
    a million times in my mind.
    I have explored you,
    and touched you,
    and felt you.
    I will do so again,
    a million times more,
    in that Kevin part of my mind.

    KEVIN'S VISIT - November 16, 1992

    I was so happy
    to see you tonight,
    Kevin.
    When I opened the door
    and saw you standing there,
    smiling,
    I wanted to reach out and grab you
    and hug you close to me
    and tell you how light I felt
    that you cared enough
    to visit with me.
    You were beautiful tonight.
    Do you know how beautiful
    you really are?
    You are stunningly handsome,
    boyishly cute.
    Your face lights up the room;
    your smile lights up my life.

    I tried not to stare at you.
    It was extremely difficult for me.
    Forgive me for daring to peek.
    At one time, I thought that
    nothing could look better on you
    than your black Calvin Kleins.
    The soft, worn, pale-blue jeans
    you wore tonight
    were so snugly inviting,
    teasingly exposing,
    enticingly delicious.
    The soft, gentle,
    manly curves
    of the bulges
    cradled so tenderly
    at the juncture
    of your denim-wrapped thighs
    drew my eyes like a magnet,
    and I was unable to resist.
    I thought of the prizes hidden there,
    and I thought of what I would do
    were you to offer them to me.
    I would cherish them,
    and love them,
    and make them
    as much a part of my life
    as they are a part of yours.
    I'm glad you are a part of my life,
    and I hope you never have to leave it,
    but I must tell you
    that I hope for more,
    because, if I didn't,
    I would know that my life
    would be over.

    KEVIN'S VISIT - The Other Side

    I opened the door
    and there you were.
    Fuck, I was happy to see you.
    I wanted to grab you
    and hold you in my arms
    and pull you close to me,
    to feel the warmth of your youth
    flow into me.
    You smiled, and my worries
    melted away into nothing.
    Blood pounded through me,
    stimulating me, exciting me.
    You were so fucking beautiful,
    standing there,
    smiling that delicious smile,
    your eyes sparkling from under your cap.
    Your boyish innocence
    does not allow you to know
    just how 'drop-dead' sexy and cute
    you really are.
    Kevin, you make me very happy.

    Once upon a time
    I was content to sit at the snack bar
    and watch you as you
    wandered about your business,
    tidying tables, pouring coffee,
    flipping burgers at the grill.
    I would spend hours just sitting
    and watching your body move
    in the black Calvin Kleins
    you liked to wear.
    I loved how the denim pulled tight
    over your ass when you bent over a table,
    and your crotch bulged ever-so-invitingly
    and shifted ever-so-enticingly
    whenever you walked.
    But, tonight,
    your jeans,
    washed over and over
    to become so soft and pale and snug,
    hugged your body as only denim can.
    And, as you sat there,
    I wanted nothing more in life
    than to make your body
    feel better than it had ever felt before.
    For both our sakes,
    let it happen.

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Very nice jackmanor and gdsx! Poetry is such a great way to express things, isn't it? Sometimes it seems like a dying art...

    Ok, here's another one...I call it "Winter"

    Days are shortened
    The sun has gone on holiday
    And everywhere its gray,
    Gray.

    Death hangs heavy in the air
    A dark perfume, like
    The smell of cabbage cooking
    In a little gray room.

    Trees, denuded of their leaves
    Are flayed by winds
    Sharp as scalpels, moaning
    As they clutch the air
    With delicate bones.

    On the ground, those that can
    Move with desperate intent
    Trying to get home.

    Twilight shadows
    Lengthen in the dying day
    And everywhere its gray,
    Gray.

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    Three hours of joy,
    Then suddenly an ache
    The instant I turned,
    Waved self-consciously
    And said goodbye
    Cheerily.

    Greeting friends
    I spied you greeting others.
    My heart screamed,
    But you were still engrossed
    As I watched you leave
    For ever.

    And yet you linger,
    An unforgotten spirit
    Befriending silence,
    Quite unknown to you
    Exhuming dreams
    And hope.

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    The Perfect Wife
    by cyravance©


    I am elastic
    Expanding and shrinking to fit
    Whatever size you are today
    Whatever size you choose me to be
    It doesn't matter a bit to me
    Because I am elastic.

    I will conform
    Like wet clay in a mold
    I will take on the shape of
    Whatever it is that you want me to be
    It doesn't matter a bit to me
    Because I will conform.

    I shall concede
    To your superior wisdom
    I shall sit at your feet, a dutiful
    Student of your ideology
    It doesn't matter a bit to me.
    Because I shall concede.

    I shall surrender
    To any desire you choose to reveal
    No passion too sordid, I'll let you decide
    I'll become whatever you want me to be
    It doesn't matter a bit to me
    Because I shall surrender.

    I do not exist
    Except through your acceptance of me
    And should you decide that you want me no more
    Don't hesitate to show me the door
    It doesn't matter a bit to me
    Because I do not exist.

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    A fine assortment of verse. A lot of emotions powerfully packed in these poetic perambulations.

    My skills are nowhere near as grand.
    Thank you all for sharing your hearts and souls with us.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Of course I can write poetry.

    The question is, do you mean GOOD poetry?

    "Thirty-one* states allow all qualified citizens to carry concealed weapons. In those states, homosexuals should embark on organized efforts to become comfortable with guns, learn to use them safely and carry them. They should set up Pink Pistols task forces, sponsor shooting courses and help homosexuals get licensed to carry. And they should do it in a way that gets as much publicity as possible. "

    --Jonathan Rauch, Salon Magazine, March 13, 2000

    *the number is now forty

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Quote Originally Posted by Kulindahr View Post
    Of course I can write poetry.

    The question is, do you mean GOOD poetry?
    Submit something Kulindahr then we can then make a judgment!

    Thanks to those who have so far made a contribution - when poetry expresses inner thoughts, desires and/or experiences it is rarely if ever bad.



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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    If I could write good poetry or...good anything really,

    how long do you think I'd stay here pissing off the masses?



    Oh.....that long? I...I...I mean like I knew

    I wasn't very good but until a cold day there?

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Quote Originally Posted by Autolycus View Post
    Submit something Kulindahr then we can then make a judgment!

    Thanks to those who have so far made a contribution - when poetry expresses inner thoughts, desires and/or experiences it is rarely if ever bad.
    One night I went down
    on my neighbor's dick.
    I thought I'd drown --
    then I got sick.

    He tried to help
    clean up the vomit;
    I gave a yelp
    when I saw Comet.

    Now I always pass
    on sucking a neighbor:
    the long aftermath
    did no one a favor.

    "Thirty-one* states allow all qualified citizens to carry concealed weapons. In those states, homosexuals should embark on organized efforts to become comfortable with guns, learn to use them safely and carry them. They should set up Pink Pistols task forces, sponsor shooting courses and help homosexuals get licensed to carry. And they should do it in a way that gets as much publicity as possible. "

    --Jonathan Rauch, Salon Magazine, March 13, 2000

    *the number is now forty

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    I'm gonna get paid

    before you get laid

    But I take it deep

    So I don't come cheap

    No way honey, I'm not easy

    More like total fucking sleasy.



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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    See? You can do it, lefty!

    Ok, one more...

    Love Song
    by cyravance©


    To love you is like chewing broken glass.
    To touch my eye with a propane flame
    Heated till it bursts and fluid
    Runs down my cheek and I see no more.

    Flayed with your sharp little knife
    Till naked muscle glistens
    And every nerve sings out in agony.

    To collapse on calloused knees and pray
    To a God who turns His face away.
    With pride I suffer your abuse.
    I wear your bootprints like tattoos.

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    I met these wanton girls

    they stole from me my cherry

    and then when playing in the curls

    one bit hard my dingle berries.

    oh my god that did so hurt

    still just gotta admit and I confess

    that pure white stuff i really did squirt

    made an awful totally sticky mess

    across the front of my clean new shirt


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    Cyr sweet sweet Cyr

    You will be sorry my dear

    They all will blame you

    and old Donnie Q

    For pushing to start

    This silly old fart

    You two opened the door

    For this damned old bore

    And thats not so funny

    Now is it honey.



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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Cyravance,
    Are we in a trance?
    We BOTH told Lefty
    of this thread most hefty.
    Knowing his wit quick
    for the near limerick?

    Lady, your verse is sad,
    It makes me mad,
    To think their might be truth,
    In the feelings you convey, forsooth!

    My Nom de Plum
    Hails from a time long ago
    Where Chivalry bloomed
    Against fair maiden's Foe.

    And though we're now
    in a society PC and Pert,
    An ear of a Sow
    is any scumbag who would you hurt.

    Lefty, our dear muse,
    We fear not your offbeat verse,
    From our lips not will you hear any "Boo's"
    For Laughter is the best medicine, and you're our Nurse!


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    LOL! Good work guys... And this is a great thread, you can do so many things with words!

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    sloppy dumb dupe.

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    Let me go

    Part !

    I've gathered my sails and reefed them too

    the anchor is up from the depths so blue

    I'm done with dying and now I'm dead

    stop your crying by the side of this old bed

    you said you loved me now let it show

    set me free you need to let me go
    -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Not sure how my two man...uh two person fan club
    will think about this but I hope they tell me.

    Sorry its not a dirty ditty
    those aren't that rough
    and mores the pity
    they weren't this tough.
    -----------------------------------------------------------------------

    -----------------------------------------------------------------------

    Part II

    I'll take my leave but you have a part

    of me forever within your heart

    I'm just ahead a bit up the street

    when its time again we'll meet

    tonight when you ready for sleep

    grieve not hard or go to far

    I've picked out our next star.

    set me free , they need me elsewhere

    when you can come...I will be there.

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    To quote the Bard, my dear Lefty,

    Parting is such sweet sorrow,
    I shall wait for thee till morrow (or something like that, lol)


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post
    To quote the Bard, my dear Lefty,

    Parting is such sweet sorrow,
    I shall wait for thee till morrow (or something like that, lol)
    To quote the Bard
    can be quite hard --
    his words flow, quite profuse!
    it's quite a fight
    to get them right --
    let's say, "What's the use?"

    "Thirty-one* states allow all qualified citizens to carry concealed weapons. In those states, homosexuals should embark on organized efforts to become comfortable with guns, learn to use them safely and carry them. They should set up Pink Pistols task forces, sponsor shooting courses and help homosexuals get licensed to carry. And they should do it in a way that gets as much publicity as possible. "

    --Jonathan Rauch, Salon Magazine, March 13, 2000

    *the number is now forty

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Kuli, thou art brash,
    and would incite my lash,
    You lollygag here,
    When Fit for Life
    'tis what we hold dear!

    So, neglect the iambic pentameter
    and get the next chapter out of yer!

    (I know, it's baaaad! Just making sure you
    know we love your story.)


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Re: POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

    Go look:
    my book
    is extended.
    It has not ended.

    "Thirty-one* states allow all qualified citizens to carry concealed weapons. In those states, homosexuals should embark on organized efforts to become comfortable with guns, learn to use them safely and carry them. They should set up Pink Pistols task forces, sponsor shooting courses and help homosexuals get licensed to carry. And they should do it in a way that gets as much publicity as possible. "

    --Jonathan Rauch, Salon Magazine, March 13, 2000

    *the number is now forty

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    Always on My Mind

    Always in my heart
    I`ve been waiting for you night after night
    Like a shadow staying close to the light
    Suddenly you stand beside me and I see
    A million stars burning free

    Always on my mind
    Always in my heart
    And I can hear you call my name
    On a mountain`s top

    Always on my mind
    Always in my heart
    I wanna hold you close to me
    The warmth of your body a guarantee
    A simple touch A simple look
    My body like a river of joy unhook

    Always on my mind
    Always in my heart
    What you have done you will never know
    But with each day passing I’ll try to show
    How I have grown and how I have changed
    So that when we are together it is no estranged

    Always on my mind
    Always in my heart
    The days pass and I have to wonder
    When it was you took me under
    I just want to make you happy
    Even if it means being sappy

    Always on my mind
    Always on my heart
    Don’t shut me out but let me in
    I want to know all that is within
    In you heart and in you mind
    By me you are safe so let it all unwind

    Always on my mind
    Always on my heart
    And I can hear you call my name
    On a mountain’s top

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    Molotov,
    A thought-provoking treatise.
    Beyond melancholy.

    Simon,
    On the other hand, I hear the love and at-oneness in your verse.

    Thank you BOTH for your more serious offerings to the thread.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    roses are red
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    This is a complete series of poems I wrote for guy with whom I fell deeply and madly in love with. The poems take our 'failed relationship' from the beginning to the end - the good, the bad, the everything:

    PS - His name didn't ever start with 'S'


    * * *

    My thoughts are
    curiously preoccupied
    with you today.
    And to think that,
    just two days ago,
    I didn't even know
    you existed.

    * * *

    The day seemed not
    to be going
    at all well for me
    today.
    My dog was sick
    during the night.
    My car was dangerously low
    on fuel.
    My coffee turned cold
    before I could drink it.
    My boss was not at all pleased
    with the way I did my work.
    And to top it all off, I didn't get paid
    in time for the bank.
    Then I thought of you
    and it made me smile.

    * * *

    You are becoming
    a habit with me.
    But I don't mind.

    * * *

    I dare not say
    you stepped out of my dreams.
    I could never have dreamed
    of someone as nice as you.

    * * *

    I had a lot on my mind
    this afternoon.
    I didn't have time
    to think of you
    hardly at all.
    I hope you don't mind.

    * * *

    I seem to be doing
    a lot of I-ing and you-ing
    lately.
    I wonder
    if it could mean
    anything?

    * * *

    I'm sorry,
    I was listening
    to what
    you weren't saying.

    * * *

    Somehow, I knew
    the first time I saw you,
    something wonderful would happen.
    It did.

    * * *

    All my life,
    I wanted desperately
    for someone like you
    to walk into my life.
    And now, here you are.
    Damn it!
    Why did I have to
    fall in love with you?

    * * *

    I've done
    a lot of things
    I'd never done before.
    I've said things
    I'd never say.
    I've seen things
    I'd never see.
    I've been to places
    I'd never go to.
    Who knows?
    I may even
    get to like hockey.

    * * *

    NOVEMBER 26, 1983

    Grey Cup weekend.
    Memories fill my mind
    as friends flow through
    my door today.
    One year ago,
    (seems like forever)
    but the memories
    make it like yesterday.

    * * *

    I sit beside you
    in the softness
    of a dimly-lit room.
    I enjoy your company,
    the friendship you offer
    in return for mine.
    I steal glances at you,
    more, perhaps, than I should.
    Do you know, I wonder?
    Do you mind my appreciation?
    So much like a toy,
    wrapped and ready
    to play with and enjoy.
    Yet, you are not a toy,
    nor I a child.

    You are a young man
    with the feelings and respect
    due to you.
    I admire them,
    and respect them,
    as I admire and respect you.
    I can't open that present,
    and it may not even be for me,
    but for now, I can look
    and dream about it.
    Can't I?

    * * *

    I cherish each moment
    we're together.
    Each step we take,
    each word we speak,
    each silence we share.
    The energy I feel
    when you dance.
    The happiness I feel
    when you smile.
    The strength I feel
    when you walk.
    The closeness I feel
    when you laugh.
    The gentleness I feel
    when you sleep.
    I love to watch you sleep,
    and you are you
    for only me.

    * * *

    TELLING MY SECRET TO S_____

    indecision . . . hesitation . . .
    do I tell you? . . .
    or not? . . .
    I risk losing a good friend
    by telling you---
    but---
    I fear you finding out
    some other way even more.
    please be understanding . . .
    please be trusting . . .
    I will tell you now . . .
    I will . . .
    '---um---
    would you like
    another cup of coffee?'

    * * *

    To be understood
    is to understand.
    I understand
    our friendship,
    though I fail
    to understand
    why it is.
    I understand
    my feelings for you,
    my caring for you,
    my trusting in you.
    But to understand you
    . . . my friend . . .
    You call me
    'Big Brother'.
    I want to cry out
    with the pride I feel.
    I have no brothers now,
    except for you.
    My brother . . .
    My friend . . .
    I am so proud that
    you want to be
    part of my life.
    I thank you.

    * * *

    Last night,
    you shared yourself with me.
    Your time
    became our time.
    Together, we shared
    a long-awaited moment
    and we were one
    with the other.
    You gave me your life,
    freely, unselfishly.
    I accepted it

    into myself graciously,
    perhaps greedily,
    and I became
    a part of you.
    Nothing
    can ever take that
    from me.

    * * *

    I lie beside you
    in the darkness of a red exit light
    above us.
    Silence fills the room with emptiness,
    save for the hum of the refrigerator
    and the beat of your heart.
    I can hear it
    as I rest my head against your chest.
    I scratch gently at your belly.
    I sense your pleasure.
    I feel mine.
    I lie beside you
    and smell the manly scents
    of your young body.
    I move closer to you,
    closer than I dare.
    I'll take the risk,
    just to be near you.
    You are my life.
    Let me live.

    * * *

    I didn't sleep much
    last night,
    with you there
    beside me,
    so very, very close,
    yet,
    so very, very far away.
    It was beautiful,
    like old times.
    The memories flowed back
    in multitudes,
    and we were, again,
    as we were before.
    Wow!
    What a Christmas!

    * * *

    I saw you in my mind today.
    You were angry
    at someone else.
    You were crying,
    fists clenched,
    and screaming,
    neck exploding,
    face red with fire.
    I went to help you.
    You called me a name,
    and then you hit me.
    But you promised . . .

    * * *

    You hurt me once,
    but I can't be angry
    with you.
    For one thing,
    I know
    you would never
    hurt me intentionally,
    and, for another,
    if you DID
    want to hurt me,
    I wouldn't be able
    to write this down.

    * * *

    You've been gone
    almost six months now.
    I miss you badly.
    The good times we had,
    the fun, the laughs,

    the tears, the brotherhood,
    the just being together.
    I miss lying beside you,
    feeling you close to me,
    the warmth of your youth
    flowing into my maturity.
    I want so much
    to be able to hold you,
    to touch you,
    to let you know
    that my love for you
    has not diminished
    in your absence.
    I wish again to lie with you,
    holding you close to me,
    later to swim in your scent
    that lingers within the sheets
    of the bed we shared.
    I remember your scent
    to this day.
    It rests on my nostrils
    as the smell of clover
    rests on the evening breeze.
    My desire to touch you,
    to feel your magnificence
    once more in my hand,
    my fingers seemingly dwarfed
    by your hardness,
    dominates my every fantasy.
    I long to make you happy,
    to share the pleasure,
    the intensity,
    of your release,
    to taste your essence,
    to feel your strength
    once again inside me.
    Knowing I have pleased you
    and loved you
    will be my pleasure,
    my reward.
    Hurry home, S_____.
    Please?

    * * *

    I tried not to
    think of you tonight,
    but the more
    I didn't think of you,
    the more I reminded myself
    of what it was that I
    wasn't thinking about,
    and, of course,
    I thought of you.
    It isn't easy,
    not thinking.

    * * *

    If you hadn't
    entered my life
    as you did,
    and left me
    as you did,
    I would not be
    in the state I'm in.
    But then,
    if you'd never
    entered it
    in the first place,
    I would never
    have been
    in the state I was.
    That makes your
    leaving me
    easier to handle.

    * * *

    I have never
    suffered the pain
    of the death
    of a friend.
    It must be terrible,
    and if it feels
    anything like
    the emptiness
    left by my father,
    I pray

    it's a long,
    long time
    before I feel it again.
    You just went away,
    and I cried.
    I can't imagine
    what would have happened
    had you
    died on me.

    * * *

    Sitting together again,
    just the two of us.
    You and me,
    together
    again.
    Like old times.
    Touch glasses
    and toast ourselves.

    It feels good
    to share ourselves
    again,
    like this,
    to know a moment
    as it happens,
    and hold it with us
    when we part.
    It feels good
    to be with you
    again,
    as once upon a time.

    Times like this
    are rare, now.
    More rare
    than I care them
    to be.
    Thank you.
    It's been nice.
    Let's do it again,
    sometime.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx View Post
    This is a complete series of poems I wrote for guy with whom I fell deeply and madly in love with. The poems take our 'failed relationship' from the beginning to the end - the good, the bad, the everything:

    PS - His name didn't ever start with 'S'


    * * *

    My thoughts are
    curiously preoccupied
    with you today.
    And to think that,
    just two days ago,
    I didn't even know
    you existed.

    * * *

    The day seemed not
    to be going
    at all well for me
    today.
    My dog was sick
    during the night.
    My car was dangerously low
    on fuel.
    My coffee turned cold
    before I could drink it.
    My boss was not at all pleased
    with the way I did my work.
    And to top it all off, I didn't get paid
    in time for the bank.
    Then I thought of you
    and it made me smile.

    * * *

    You are becoming
    a habit with me.
    But I don't mind.

    * * *

    I dare not say
    you stepped out of my dreams.
    I could never have dreamed
    of someone as nice as you.

    * * *

    I had a lot on my mind
    this afternoon.
    I didn't have time
    to think of you
    hardly at all.
    I hope you don't mind.

    * * *

    I seem to be doing
    a lot of I-ing and you-ing
    lately.
    I wonder
    if it could mean
    anything?

    * * *

    I'm sorry,
    I was listening
    to what
    you weren't saying.

    * * *

    Somehow, I knew
    the first time I saw you,
    something wonderful would happen.
    It did.

    * * *

    All my life,
    I wanted desperately
    for someone like you
    to walk into my life.
    And now, here you are.
    Damn it!
    Why did I have to
    fall in love with you?

    * * *

    I've done
    a lot of things
    I'd never done before.
    I've said things
    I'd never say.
    I've seen things
    I'd never see.
    I've been to places
    I'd never go to.
    Who knows?
    I may even
    get to like hockey.

    * * *

    NOVEMBER 26, 1983

    Grey Cup weekend.
    Memories fill my mind
    as friends flow through
    my door today.
    One year ago,
    (seems like forever)
    but the memories
    make it like yesterday.

    * * *

    I sit beside you
    in the softness
    of a dimly-lit room.
    I enjoy your company,
    the friendship you offer
    in return for mine.
    I steal glances at you,
    more, perhaps, than I should.
    Do you know, I wonder?
    Do you mind my appreciation?
    So much like a toy,
    wrapped and ready
    to play with and enjoy.
    Yet, you are not a toy,
    nor I a child.

    You are a young man
    with the feelings and respect
    due to you.
    I admire them,
    and respect them,
    as I admire and respect you.
    I can't open that present,
    and it may not even be for me,
    but for now, I can look
    and dream about it.
    Can't I?

    * * *

    I cherish each moment
    we're together.
    Each step we take,
    each word we speak,
    each silence we share.
    The energy I feel
    when you dance.
    The happiness I feel
    when you smile.
    The strength I feel
    when you walk.
    The closeness I feel
    when you laugh.
    The gentleness I feel
    when you sleep.
    I love to watch you sleep,
    and you are you
    for only me.

    * * *

    TELLING MY SECRET TO S_____

    indecision . . . hesitation . . .
    do I tell you? . . .
    or not? . . .
    I risk losing a good friend
    by telling you---
    but---
    I fear you finding out
    some other way even more.
    please be understanding . . .
    please be trusting . . .
    I will tell you now . . .
    I will . . .
    '---um---
    would you like
    another cup of coffee?'

    * * *

    To be understood
    is to understand.
    I understand
    our friendship,
    though I fail
    to understand
    why it is.
    I understand
    my feelings for you,
    my caring for you,
    my trusting in you.
    But to understand you
    . . . my friend . . .
    You call me
    'Big Brother'.
    I want to cry out
    with the pride I feel.
    I have no brothers now,
    except for you.
    My brother . . .
    My friend . . .
    I am so proud that
    you want to be
    part of my life.
    I thank you.

    * * *

    Last night,
    you shared yourself with me.
    Your time
    became our time.
    Together, we shared
    a long-awaited moment
    and we were one
    with the other.
    You gave me your life,
    freely, unselfishly.
    I accepted it

    into myself graciously,
    perhaps greedily,
    and I became
    a part of you.
    Nothing
    can ever take that
    from me.

    * * *

    I lie beside you
    in the darkness of a red exit light
    above us.
    Silence fills the room with emptiness,
    save for the hum of the refrigerator
    and the beat of your heart.
    I can hear it
    as I rest my head against your chest.
    I scratch gently at your belly.
    I sense your pleasure.
    I feel mine.
    I lie beside you
    and smell the manly scents
    of your young body.
    I move closer to you,
    closer than I dare.
    I'll take the risk,
    just to be near you.
    You are my life.
    Let me live.

    * * *

    I didn't sleep much
    last night,
    with you there
    beside me,
    so very, very close,
    yet,
    so very, very far away.
    It was beautiful,
    like old times.
    The memories flowed back
    in multitudes,
    and we were, again,
    as we were before.
    Wow!
    What a Christmas!

    * * *

    I saw you in my mind today.
    You were angry
    at someone else.
    You were crying,
    fists clenched,
    and screaming,
    neck exploding,
    face red with fire.
    I went to help you.
    You called me a name,
    and then you hit me.
    But you promised . . .

    * * *

    You hurt me once,
    but I can't be angry
    with you.
    For one thing,
    I know
    you would never
    hurt me intentionally,
    and, for another,
    if you DID
    want to hurt me,
    I wouldn't be able
    to write this down.

    * * *

    You've been gone
    almost six months now.
    I miss you badly.
    The good times we had,
    the fun, the laughs,

    the tears, the brotherhood,
    the just being together.
    I miss lying beside you,
    feeling you close to me,
    the warmth of your youth
    flowing into my maturity.
    I want so much
    to be able to hold you,
    to touch you,
    to let you know
    that my love for you
    has not diminished
    in your absence.
    I wish again to lie with you,
    holding you close to me,
    later to swim in your scent
    that lingers within the sheets
    of the bed we shared.
    I remember your scent
    to this day.
    It rests on my nostrils
    as the smell of clover
    rests on the evening breeze.
    My desire to touch you,
    to feel your magnificence
    once more in my hand,
    my fingers seemingly dwarfed
    by your hardness,
    dominates my every fantasy.
    I long to make you happy,
    to share the pleasure,
    the intensity,
    of your release,
    to taste your essence,
    to feel your strength
    once again inside me.
    Knowing I have pleased you
    and loved you
    will be my pleasure,
    my reward.
    Hurry home, S_____.
    Please?

    * * *

    I tried not to
    think of you tonight,
    but the more
    I didn't think of you,
    the more I reminded myself
    of what it was that I
    wasn't thinking about,
    and, of course,
    I thought of you.
    It isn't easy,
    not thinking.

    * * *

    If you hadn't
    entered my life
    as you did,
    and left me
    as you did,
    I would not be
    in the state I'm in.
    But then,
    if you'd never
    entered it
    in the first place,
    I would never
    have been
    in the state I was.
    That makes your
    leaving me
    easier to handle.

    * * *

    I have never
    suffered the pain
    of the death
    of a friend.
    It must be terrible,
    and if it feels
    anything like
    the emptiness
    left by my father,
    I pray

    it's a long,
    long time
    before I feel it again.
    You just went away,
    and I cried.
    I can't imagine
    what would have happened
    had you
    died on me.

    * * *

    Sitting together again,
    just the two of us.
    You and me,
    together
    again.
    Like old times.
    Touch glasses
    and toast ourselves.

    It feels good
    to share ourselves
    again,
    like this,
    to know a moment
    as it happens,
    and hold it with us
    when we part.
    It feels good
    to be with you
    again,
    as once upon a time.

    Times like this
    are rare, now.
    More rare
    than I care them
    to be.
    Thank you.
    It's been nice.
    Let's do it again,
    sometime.
    .....

    wow, that was deep

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    Neil,
    I knew there was a sensitive soul behind all the writing.

    The power of your passion, and the hurt you felt/feel is tangible.
    Thank you for sharing these most personal thoughts with us.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post
    The power of your passion, and the hurt you felt/feel is tangible.
    I stopped feeling the hurt a long time ago when I came to my senses and admitted to myself that the guy was an asshole.

    I kept them memories to remind me of better times, though, and to remind me not to be so stupid for so long if there were to be a next time.

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    A very valuable lesson. We all visit the "School of Hard Knocks" a time or two, at least, in our lives. Lord knows I have.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx View Post
    I stopped feeling the hurt a long time ago when I came to my senses and admitted to myself that the guy was an asshole.

    I kept them memories to remind me of better times, though, and to remind me not to be so stupid for so long if there were to be a next time.
    You truly have a gift Neil, and it will come in handy again one day--never give up! Just when you don't expect it, Cupid will catch you in the eye will one of those damned arrows! HA!

    Quote Originally Posted by DonQuixote View Post
    A very valuable lesson. We all visit the "School of Hard Knocks" a time or two, at least, in our lives. Lord knows I have.
    School of Hard Knocks?

    I thought I was in the work sector all this time?

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    Our Don "Q" has found his home.

    No longer lost

    He need not roam.

    At any cost

    He claims this thread

    He shows his care

    And that he's read

    And so its fair

    No longer lost

    Our Don "q" has found his home.

    -----------------

    I have done so much much worse

    With a rhyme that was perverse

    And so poetic our Mr "Q"

    We dedicate this thread to you.

    Auto can just get used to it...you have been the

    stimuli here from the git-go my friend....



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    Lefty,
    You make me blush.
    I appreciate the efforts of our authors
    of prose and verse,
    Silly or gush.

    But, nay, kind sir,
    I cannot take claim,
    'tis our good Autolycus
    who earns the fame.

    There 'tis truth, though,
    in what you say,
    for I do enjoy this great forum
    as repast in my day.

    And other points around
    here I also roam,
    from not banned and
    dinner, sir? to
    bunnies on the loam.

    And I've been know to parry
    and thrust away,
    into the religious, political,
    and occasional tech foray.

    While we are just electronic faces
    across the cyber bay,
    I feel a kindred and camaraderie
    with you ladies and men of all these places.

    I hope I've helped a few in turmoil
    to find a calmer, greener, soil.
    I know my foibles and what I've been through,
    and if I can encourage, or balm a few . . .
    Then that brings me joy to know I've been
    as Him for you.

    But I'm no saint nor am I perfect,
    I've warts aplenty, and tact, well,
    I sometimes shirk it.

    But I hope He sees my heart is pure,
    and mayhaps with another stir,
    a friendship boon,
    who will not think me, complete a loon.

    And now, I must, return the floor,
    to bards with passion in their core.
    Again, I thank thee, my dear Lefty,
    You've a heart, too, that is mighty hefty.
    And though you play at Bravado Jim,
    I do sense in you, more than a bit of Him.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    HAHAHAHAHA! You guys kill me!


    okay, I was saving this but I guess I could share it here.

    It's actually an updated lyric for Hank Williams Jr's All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down. If you hear the song it makes more sense.




    Yaaaaaa!
    I think I know what my daddy meant when he sang about a lost highway
    Ozzy has ten little dogs and goes to see his doctor twice a week
    Robert Downey Jr's got a mansion now to hide out when he tweaks
    And Madonna's breasts don't hold there shape, like they used to doooooooo

    nobody wants to see tits drag the ground....(guitar/C minor)
    and all my rowdy friends have settled down!

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    This one is called "Questions", I wrote it five months after my boyfriend Jack's passing.




    Thoughts of the past encircle my mind.
    Every slow song that comes over my speakers, I'm reminded of you.
    I wish I could move on, but I don't know how.
    I don't know how to deal with the pounding silence that fills the room when I turn out the lights to go to sleep.
    When my nights are uneasy and insomnia has crept it's way in, I turn over to my other side to try and get comfortable.
    But when I turn over, you are not there, and it hurts.
    It hurts so much that I can't breathe, and I have to sit up and steady myself before I can try and get to sleep.
    But the truth is, I can't sleep.
    It's been five months since you were called home, and I must deal with the reality that you will never sleep beside me again.
    I will never get to hold your hand again or kiss your soft, tender lips.
    I'm scared that I will never find someone else that will make me feel the way you made me feel.
    You told me the last time I saw you, that if you passed before we could talk again, that you wanted me to be happy.
    That you didn't want me to sit around and pine your death.
    Well I've tried to move on, but my heart tells me that I am not worth it.
    That I had my chance at happiness, and that is now passed.
    And I have to wonder, "Is this feeling right?"
    Am I not worth love anymore?
    Have the fates now deemed me unworthy of love because you were taken from me?
    Were you my one chance at happiness?
    Did I do something to deserve you being ripped away from me?
    And the biggest, most scariest question of all now envelopes my thoughts,
    "Did I truly deserve you?"
    "Love me, hate me, say what ya want about me, but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to If U Seek Amy"

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    ^ That's a total gem.

    Many thoughts there echo my thoughts and feelings when as I came out, friends and family ditched me.

    Awesome.

    "Thirty-one* states allow all qualified citizens to carry concealed weapons. In those states, homosexuals should embark on organized efforts to become comfortable with guns, learn to use them safely and carry them. They should set up Pink Pistols task forces, sponsor shooting courses and help homosexuals get licensed to carry. And they should do it in a way that gets as much publicity as possible. "

    --Jonathan Rauch, Salon Magazine, March 13, 2000

    *the number is now forty

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    SkinnyBoi,
    Your verse is powerful. The loss of a loved one is a hard thing to bear.
    I've not lost my life-partner.
    I have lost grandparents, which is to be expected.
    But a cousin of 9 so many years ago?
    My aunt was devastated, and still, to this day, she misses him.

    My wife lost her mom shortly after they vacationed with us several years back - it was a first day of school - she was relatively young. She was more than her mom, she was her best friend. I know she still misses her terribly. Her dad passed away a little more recently, but he was a hollow shell of himself after she went to the great beyond.

    My emotional turmoil of loss is much more self-inflicted from the infatuation with which I set the hook - it was only supposed to be light-hearted friends, not total emotional commitment.

    Life does get better. It takes time. It took me a very long time, and he's still alive.

    Face the day. Be brave, but not too brave. Be willing to put yourself out there, and feel again.
    If the number on the end of your name means what I think it does, you are far too young not to keep up the good fight. He would want you to - he told you to.

    Thank you for sharing this powerful poem with us.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Comparisons

    Here’s a tale about dear Betty, who with sister Hetty on the jetty,
    Caused a scandal that their Mother wished to cover up, you know.
    Because the tale regarding Hetty, was really silly and quite petty;
    And darling Betty on the jetty was the only witness that it was so.

    The problem that faced dear Betty, propelling pooch along the jetty,
    Was the vision of naughty cousin; twas that rascal Frankie Joe.
    Behind the booth upon the jetty, he was engaging sister Hetty
    With a stance unknown to Betty. Shaking her from head to toe.

    This odd pose confronting Betty, with Cousin Joe and sister Hetty,
    Revealed great curiosity of nature! Of what and where it can endow.
    And why the booth upon the jetty, concealing Frankie Joe from Betty,
    Was built in such a fashion; twas to hide all sneaky kisses boys bestow.

    Then running home, dear Betty, dragging poor poodle from the jetty,
    Reported to her Mother, about Hetty’s hanky pank with Frankie Joe.
    Behind the booth they were comparing, Hetty’s obvious lack of jetty,
    To the generous handy gadget that had been supplied to Frankie Joe.

    The Mother of dear Hetty, hearing these tales from sibling Betty,
    Assumed the worst about the jetty, and naughty cousin, Frankie Joe.
    Comparisons upon the jetty twix Frankie Joe and daughter Hetty,
    Were hereon, strictly forbidden. Even little Betty copped a blow.

    Fifteen years have passed, and Betty’s now bridesmaid to Hetty
    At the booth upon the jetty; of course the groom is Frankie Joe.
    Their Mother looking pretty, Gazing fondly at dearest Hetty,
    Concluded that, that evening, comparisons would be all the go.

    © Wyndham Paul 23/5/2007

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    WyndhamPaul,
    Glad to have you join in the mirth of our collective verse!
    I haven't seen you post in a bit - we must be travelling different threads of this wit.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Well I have two poems to post. The first one I wrote just before I started coming out to my friends. It's every unanswered question that was buzzing around in my head driving me insane. When I finally couldn't take anymore, I wrote them all down and this is how it turned out.

    The Unspoken

    I look in the mirror and see a stranger,
    Someone that isn’t me.
    What am I supposed to do?
    Who am I supposed to be?

    If I go down the road less taken,
    What happens to the path I was on?
    Does it become less traveled then?
    Or is it simply gone?

    Am I even on the right path?
    To what future does it lead?
    Is there a way for me to know?
    Isn't there a map I can read?

    Why am I so unfortunate,
    To not know who I should be?
    What of those who do know?
    Are they any better off than me?

    I hold tightly to those who wish to leave
    And I become left behind.
    Am I meant to follow them?
    Or am I a prisoner of my own mind?

    Avoidant, uncertain, and fearful of unknown.
    Is that who I really became?
    Is there someone else inside of me?
    Or are we both the same?

    I wish I could know what lies ahead,
    What surprises lie in wait.
    But since these questions remain unanswered,
    So does the question of my fate...

    * * *

    This poem I wrote not too long ago, when I finally got over a guy I had been in love with for years. When I finally got the courage to tell him, we had a night of exploration with each other and then he completely ignored my existence for months and made me feel like the world's biggest failure.

    I Don't Miss You Anymore

    I knock on your door, but you don't answer.
    You ignore the fact that I'm there.
    So now I'm writing down these words,
    For I've got a conscious to bear.

    You let me see a side of you,
    that I wish I could forget,
    And even though the thought of you makes me ill,
    I'm forever in your debt.

    For you see, now that I know the truth
    I can finally let you go.
    After the way you let me down,
    when I finally let you know.

    When I told you that you were in my heart,
    and I begged you to stay.
    You still threw it back in my face,
    and told me to go away.

    The pain stayed inside me for a while,
    made me bitter, angry and cold.
    But now that my heart has finally healed,
    I'm stronger, wiser and bold.

    I thought that you were perfect,
    so I felt I was the one to blame.
    But just like every other asshole,
    You're no different... it's all the same.

    You played my heart like it was poker,
    and tossed my Ace to the ground.
    But while I was down there all alone,
    you'll never guess what I found.

    Not truth, not forgiveness,
    None of that cliché crap.
    I found out that you were never perfect,
    and you fell into my trap.

    The trap that revealed who you really are,
    Just another spineless puck.
    So now after five months of missing you,
    I finally don't give a fuck.

    Goodbye old friend, I hope your conscious is as clear as mine!
    Give me one firm place to stand, and I shall move the Earth...more than the 383 miles it would move anyway.

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    Wow, a poetry thread in the gay stories thread! Maybe I'll give it a shot. I also post in my blog along with some other poems.

    Black Rose

    Tepid rays dissolved
    Halted by the wraths

    Thoughts diminished into the quiet

    Unsounded dismay passed

    Gleams blocked by unexpected obstacles

    Lie, sick pearls of sloth
    Their glows would soon be absorped
    By evil omens

    Bye, ill-fated gardens
    Their beauty had scarred
    The less fortunate

    In the pots of sorrow
    The foul black rose bloomed
    Prickling the worms
    Nursing the thorns

    Flies losing wings
    Falling apart into the traps
    Cruelly twined away
    Into piles of debris

    Bind beyond...
    Hurt, not heal...

    Dwindled, viciously destroyed hope
    Extinct dreams used to be woven
    Be gone
    And not long again
    Mirage shall shatter
    Picturing failure

    Slay, unreal vandals
    Their being sly foes
    Exhausted strength and turned them weak
    Consuming fear and doubt

    Tortures scattered within the craters
    Tired of blunders occurring already

    Too late; inevitable

    Regrets...

    Guilt...

    Laments...

    Blamings...

    Choices die away forcefully
    Witnessed by the obscured
    come now, my child. if we were planning to harm you, do you think
    we'd be lurking here beside the path in the darkest part of the forest?

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    ITC,
    Your poems speak volumes. Your first foray, while centered on facing yourself in the mirror, is probably a common lament, and not just restricted to someone questioning their sexuality. A lot of us have had similar angst at sometime in our lives.

    But, you did a wonderful job putting it in writing. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    Your second poem, too, reflects a hurt many of us have faced - I'm sorry he was such a jerk - sounds similar to Neil's crush of so many years ago.

    I glad you were able to look up and see him for what he was - a total fucknut.

    Again, thank you for sharing.

    ---
    Freefall,
    You bring us a new level in your verse. Powerful, eclectic, dark. I think it's going to take my poor, tired mind awhile to process and adequately absorb the meaning in your work.



    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    The Sixth Sense

    what color is the color of
    tell me this, are we in love

    some textures say, but not as much
    those essence lay the trust of touch

    the scents to take from candle gift
    those drips awake the heart you lift

    tasting words so scant and frail
    a drift then merged on River Ale

    surely when you hear my plea
    a sixth verse due will come for thee


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    Shih Tzu,
    You are getting deep, perhaps transcendental, even.

    My poor mind wants to wrap itself around the words and try to digest them, hear them, see them, feel them, taste them.

    Alas the workaday beckons,
    and fills my mind with slavish details mundane.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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    Monsieur Quixote, your words never fail to warm this heart o mine I assure you. Bonjour mon ami.

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    Bonjour, Monsieur Shiz Tzu.
    Merci.


    And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .

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