Poetry competition CLOSED 27th August 2015 8:14am
WINNER
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
RUNNERS-UP:
hardallover
and JohnFeddeler
Casual Sex
sex w/whoever
there comes a time when I need a new story, fresh
drama with which to lace my sordid existence. so I
desert my desk briefly, hoping I might later smudge
a blank page with a lusty & poetic adventure. it
always happens around midnight.
the jeep that I poison the atmosphere with takes me
to a seedy establishment frequented by social outcasts
disguised as ladies & gentlemen. I get my drink &
glance at the other lonely stalkers, clones of my own
depravity.
in the smoky fog of this human orchard, I spot a dark
haired peach who looks ripe for picking. a remark
about her necklace, that I find ‘fascinating,’ gets her
attention. I notice a band of pale skin on her finger,
recently concealed by a wedding ring.
does she have a deserted husband somewhere, drinking
away his misery? I don’t need to know her string of affairs,
her sinful secrets. that’s why they invented condoms.
later, in the motel room, I’m aware of an old emotion that
feels brand new every time: the jolt of that electric coil within,
the spark that flares when you touch another naked body…
when it was over, I took a bit of irony from Mtv, something
I borrowed from Madonna, & I left a note on her pillow:
‘thank you, whoever you are.’
there comes a time when I need a new story, fresh
drama with which to lace my sordid existence. so I
desert my desk briefly, hoping I might later smudge
a blank page with a lusty & poetic adventure. it
always happens around midnight.
the jeep that I poison the atmosphere with takes me
to a seedy establishment frequented by social outcasts
disguised as ladies & gentlemen. I get my drink &
glance at the other lonely stalkers, clones of my own
depravity.
in the smoky fog of this human orchard, I spot a dark
haired peach who looks ripe for picking. a remark
about her necklace, that I find ‘fascinating,’ gets her
attention. I notice a band of pale skin on her finger,
recently concealed by a wedding ring.
does she have a deserted husband somewhere, drinking
away his misery? I don’t need to know her string of affairs,
her sinful secrets. that’s why they invented condoms.
later, in the motel room, I’m aware of an old emotion that
feels brand new every time: the jolt of that electric coil within,
the spark that flares when you touch another naked body…
when it was over, I took a bit of irony from Mtv, something
I borrowed from Madonna, & I left a note on her pillow:
‘thank you, whoever you are.’
Downtown Bar
The atmosphere was set
as he winked at me from the opposite side.
Our eyes connect,
the attraction too hard to deny.
The thirst for something more,
only has me wetting my feet in something less.
Even if I know it's not something sure,
at least I can drown a bit in the ecstasy of the moment.
A drink in courtesy of the gentleman on the right.
The bartender smiles,
and winks at me sending another drink on the house,
before the ending of the night.
So I have, the anonymously confident,
and the bartender whose not afraid to challenge.
Two choices; the same end.
Even if I walk out with either one of them.
A couple of alcohol induced kisses.
Threads of clothes being torn of in disarray.
Meaningless moans for more,
never seeing the lights of day.
Nips and tussles
as the euphoria builds up.
Naturally I yearn and groan,
to have my hair pulled and spank my butt
Unfortunately it's just a craving,
the difference is too grand to ignore.
The inevitable pressure building,
as you go crazy for one thrust more.
In the screams of the climax,
between pants, and sweat,
You roll over satisfied,
and also to add, a lost of interest.
So... as the music whines down,
a choice is made based on just whim.
Anxious they wait, -guys right-
a unknown competition win.
A nod for the anonymous confident,
I'm just not into guys old enough to my father.
Instead I walk drunkenly to side,
of the tall, long haired bartender.
In conclusion, for my weekly dosage of the D,
I don't have to head any where too far.
And if you're interested,
meet me at the Downtown Bar.
The atmosphere was set
as he winked at me from the opposite side.
Our eyes connect,
the attraction too hard to deny.
The thirst for something more,
only has me wetting my feet in something less.
Even if I know it's not something sure,
at least I can drown a bit in the ecstasy of the moment.
A drink in courtesy of the gentleman on the right.
The bartender smiles,
and winks at me sending another drink on the house,
before the ending of the night.
So I have, the anonymously confident,
and the bartender whose not afraid to challenge.
Two choices; the same end.
Even if I walk out with either one of them.
A couple of alcohol induced kisses.
Threads of clothes being torn of in disarray.
Meaningless moans for more,
never seeing the lights of day.
Nips and tussles
as the euphoria builds up.
Naturally I yearn and groan,
to have my hair pulled and spank my butt
Unfortunately it's just a craving,
the difference is too grand to ignore.
The inevitable pressure building,
as you go crazy for one thrust more.
In the screams of the climax,
between pants, and sweat,
You roll over satisfied,
and also to add, a lost of interest.
So... as the music whines down,
a choice is made based on just whim.
Anxious they wait, -guys right-
a unknown competition win.
A nod for the anonymous confident,
I'm just not into guys old enough to my father.
Instead I walk drunkenly to side,
of the tall, long haired bartender.
In conclusion, for my weekly dosage of the D,
I don't have to head any where too far.
And if you're interested,
meet me at the Downtown Bar.
ALCOHOLIC LOVE
dipping tough traffic , a race has started
out in the town. chilling with the bros
one bar , two bar, club spot whores
drunk off my ass , i stumble in
to the bar we yell in joy , shots for all
the music loud , and hand signs passing
how are you , can we dance , drinks maybe
time just stopped for this moment
the beat drops in tangled to make one
the passion rising, things getting heated
she pulls me in and whisper softly
come with me to a special place you'll like it
follow the leader she pulls me along
stumble behind zombie walk gliding.
here she spates some room of that quiet
kissing feeling things get exciting.
her body like a river flowing so smooth
her eyes pull me in ,hypnotized at a glance
moving my way down south to have a feast
pants dropped and out body rhyming
the clock crows , all finished and tired
back to the bar drinks are calling .
shots for all with my bros now the party
is started. off in the night we part
never to see her again .
dipping tough traffic , a race has started
out in the town. chilling with the bros
one bar , two bar, club spot whores
drunk off my ass , i stumble in
to the bar we yell in joy , shots for all
the music loud , and hand signs passing
how are you , can we dance , drinks maybe
time just stopped for this moment
the beat drops in tangled to make one
the passion rising, things getting heated
she pulls me in and whisper softly
come with me to a special place you'll like it
follow the leader she pulls me along
stumble behind zombie walk gliding.
here she spates some room of that quiet
kissing feeling things get exciting.
her body like a river flowing so smooth
her eyes pull me in ,hypnotized at a glance
moving my way down south to have a feast
pants dropped and out body rhyming
the clock crows , all finished and tired
back to the bar drinks are calling .
shots for all with my bros now the party
is started. off in the night we part
never to see her again .
Real Love, Burns
I can't write haikus
like I used to
but if wrote anything
that God would bless
it would be ha choo
I write on toilet paper
because nobody wants to read that shit
and I wipe my ass with newspapers
because I've lost all faith in journalists
casual affairs bring no noble heirs
intercourse is for survival
but love is succulent and sublime
you eagerly hope for it's arrival
the weak and the weary have not the virtue
of patience
they speak so endearing but they are not
worthy of waiting
my personal view is never do
anything casual
if you write, write like you're in battle
if you speak, speak as if you burn
and if you love,
love like a hand over a candle,
love like you never learned
cattle are casual
real lovers are wolves
affairs are wounded waves
real love is the mayhem
that makes the ocean move
I can't write haikus
like I used to
but if wrote anything
that God would bless
it would be ha choo
I write on toilet paper
because nobody wants to read that shit
and I wipe my ass with newspapers
because I've lost all faith in journalists
casual affairs bring no noble heirs
intercourse is for survival
but love is succulent and sublime
you eagerly hope for it's arrival
the weak and the weary have not the virtue
of patience
they speak so endearing but they are not
worthy of waiting
my personal view is never do
anything casual
if you write, write like you're in battle
if you speak, speak as if you burn
and if you love,
love like a hand over a candle,
love like you never learned
cattle are casual
real lovers are wolves
affairs are wounded waves
real love is the mayhem
that makes the ocean move
Anonymous
at The End of The Bar
Strawberry Fields plays on the jukebox.
I have lost my lust for women
I think,
as I light a match
to light the cigarette
between my fingers
I inhale. . .deep
the smoke casts a haze
over my memories
of what lust once looked like
felt like, tasted like
and regretted like
I exhale. . .long
the smoke casts a haze
in the opposite direction, and
when it clears,
I then remember
what lust once meant to me
and what it means
to the young man
hitting on the pretty blond
at the end of the bar.
Strawberry Fields plays on the jukebox.
I have lost my lust for women
I think,
as I light a match
to light the cigarette
between my fingers
I inhale. . .deep
the smoke casts a haze
over my memories
of what lust once looked like
felt like, tasted like
and regretted like
I exhale. . .long
the smoke casts a haze
in the opposite direction, and
when it clears,
I then remember
what lust once meant to me
and what it means
to the young man
hitting on the pretty blond
at the end of the bar.
No strings attached
drinking gin at the bar
eyeing the girl without the bra
seeing her nipples taut
against her blouse
and he wondered
will she swing for me
will she go down on her knee
will she send me to Ecstasy
another girl with very short shorts
pubic hair peeping between her legs
her tight bottom wiggling
like two fat piglet fighting
and he wondered
will she smile when impaled
will she moan when she sails
the pleasure sea, horizontal
then he thought about his wife
once young they surfed
the pleasure ocean every night
each union a vow affirmed
laughing together and loving hard
fighting life's every obstacle
crying when they lost their child
a soldier shot in a senseless war
no casual sex please he thought
you never know where they've been
or what lies within
so he walked out the door.
drinking gin at the bar
eyeing the girl without the bra
seeing her nipples taut
against her blouse
and he wondered
will she swing for me
will she go down on her knee
will she send me to Ecstasy
another girl with very short shorts
pubic hair peeping between her legs
her tight bottom wiggling
like two fat piglet fighting
and he wondered
will she smile when impaled
will she moan when she sails
the pleasure sea, horizontal
then he thought about his wife
once young they surfed
the pleasure ocean every night
each union a vow affirmed
laughing together and loving hard
fighting life's every obstacle
crying when they lost their child
a soldier shot in a senseless war
no casual sex please he thought
you never know where they've been
or what lies within
so he walked out the door.
I was lost in a daze as the lights danced across the room.
Dancing with the people.
It was very hard to move my way through the crowd.
You grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me in to stare into your eyes.
Sinking deeper and deeper into your oceans like you had tied an anchor to my feet.
You told me you loved me and then a wave crashed over me,
and I broke the surface gasping for air as you kissed me.
Then you told me that the doctors had told you,
you were going to die months before.
We left the club and ran aimlessly through town high on each other.
We sat on the roof of an old condemned house and starred over the horizon until the sun
came up.
You told me you loved me again and that kiss lasted forever but darling forever wasn't long enough.
I sat on the roof as I watched you walk away, you told me you would call me tomorrow.
Well darling...did tomorrow ever come for you?
Dancing with the people.
It was very hard to move my way through the crowd.
You grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me in to stare into your eyes.
Sinking deeper and deeper into your oceans like you had tied an anchor to my feet.
You told me you loved me and then a wave crashed over me,
and I broke the surface gasping for air as you kissed me.
Then you told me that the doctors had told you,
you were going to die months before.
We left the club and ran aimlessly through town high on each other.
We sat on the roof of an old condemned house and starred over the horizon until the sun
came up.
You told me you loved me again and that kiss lasted forever but darling forever wasn't long enough.
I sat on the roof as I watched you walk away, you told me you would call me tomorrow.
Well darling...did tomorrow ever come for you?
whenever whatever wherever
Whenever I called her, she came running
it did not matter the minute, hour or day
freezing rain, humid heat or snowstorm
if possible can I see you later I’d say
this situation you and I, erotic and untamed
she’s at my door, in leather bondage gear
wearing her collar she hands me the chain
Whatever her sexual fantasies are I fulfill
should I call Monica or Greg she gets so thrilled
her sexy feline freedom is important to me
I adorn her strength and exploratory nature
corralled like cattle, cooked tenderly like veal
she does and receives without asking
like Seven Sister Falls, continuous gushing
Wherever I am in the world, she wants to be
she took a redeye to Paris to bed me one night
6 connections to Rome, coliseum loving felt right
nicknamed Burj Khalifa, she’s unafraid of heights
sweet Alaskan Salmon sun baked in winter heat
she never cared about her worldly responsibilities
though we revel in the casual gratifying acts freely
our feelings are not and never will be causally free
Whenever Whatever Wherever
Whenever I called her, she came running
it did not matter the minute, hour or day
freezing rain, humid heat or snowstorm
if possible can I see you later I’d say
this situation you and I, erotic and untamed
she’s at my door, in leather bondage gear
wearing her collar she hands me the chain
Whatever her sexual fantasies are I fulfill
should I call Monica or Greg she gets so thrilled
her sexy feline freedom is important to me
I adorn her strength and exploratory nature
corralled like cattle, cooked tenderly like veal
she does and receives without asking
like Seven Sister Falls, continuous gushing
Wherever I am in the world, she wants to be
she took a redeye to Paris to bed me one night
6 connections to Rome, coliseum loving felt right
nicknamed Burj Khalifa, she’s unafraid of heights
sweet Alaskan Salmon sun baked in winter heat
she never cared about her worldly responsibilities
though we revel in the casual gratifying acts freely
our feelings are not and never will be causally free
Whenever Whatever Wherever
