Submissions by Kaatho
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2012 12:35pm
3rd Oct 2012 12:35pm
No sex, no poetry
undesired abstinence will have its way
there's nothing poignant about the big dry
nothing clever
such lack should speak of flesh, fear, desire
but no heat, no poetry here
what if that was the last sex
the last push, the last press
ever
what if I've squandered, refused, risked my last
what if nobody asks
there's nothing poignant about the big dry
nothing clever
such lack should speak of flesh, fear, desire
but no heat, no poetry here
what if that was the last sex
the last push, the last press
ever
what if I've squandered, refused, risked my last
what if nobody asks
981 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2012 4:04am
19th Sep 2012 4:04am
Deal
yes please
i'll trade anything for your attention
give me doubt
i'll give you justifications
suggest lifestyle changes
i'll become anyone you want
demand any damn thing
until i eventually anticipate your every need
throw the odd smile
and if i stupidly say no
just call it playing games
bemoan that i'm not spontaneous
not free
like you
yes sir, i can be manipulated
cajoled
pressured
in fact it just plain makes me horny
and gratefully so
so yes please...
i'll trade anything for your attention
give me doubt
i'll give you justifications
suggest lifestyle changes
i'll become anyone you want
demand any damn thing
until i eventually anticipate your every need
throw the odd smile
and if i stupidly say no
just call it playing games
bemoan that i'm not spontaneous
not free
like you
yes sir, i can be manipulated
cajoled
pressured
in fact it just plain makes me horny
and gratefully so
so yes please...
884 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 2:08pm
16th Sep 2012 2:08pm
You're dating again
- something about the whittling of long distance love
'hey lady' - the greeting
tells me it's you
we talk gardens, the game
laugh awkward anew
your lovely voice climbing
wailing, true
singing heyyyy mama rock me
and stella blue
...
you're dating again
don't sing one more song
you live too far
i've lived far too long
a few days of you
warm 'gainst Denver snow
was, after all those calls
one hell of a hello
it was mine, and clumsy ...
'hey lady' - the greeting
tells me it's you
we talk gardens, the game
laugh awkward anew
your lovely voice climbing
wailing, true
singing heyyyy mama rock me
and stella blue
...
you're dating again
don't sing one more song
you live too far
i've lived far too long
a few days of you
warm 'gainst Denver snow
was, after all those calls
one hell of a hello
it was mine, and clumsy ...
782 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2012 5:11am
6th Sep 2012 5:11am
Winged prayer
I would ease you from false light
into which you blindly flew
hold you gentle all this night
breathing new life into you
every sure, bold swoop
gentle landing, joyous lift
flit, dart, and languid loop
I'd ever made, would be my gift
thrust you fluttering aloft
to soar daylight's bluest haze
without care, and sun kissed soft
knowing only summer days
...
dear Hugh
what sheer delight
the miracle that is
you
in flight ...
into which you blindly flew
hold you gentle all this night
breathing new life into you
every sure, bold swoop
gentle landing, joyous lift
flit, dart, and languid loop
I'd ever made, would be my gift
thrust you fluttering aloft
to soar daylight's bluest haze
without care, and sun kissed soft
knowing only summer days
...
dear Hugh
what sheer delight
the miracle that is
you
in flight ...
898 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 4:21pm
4th Sep 2012 4:21pm
Today she dances
she dances at his funeral
in thanks for his life
of sixteen years
spinning down the aisle
arms raised up
free of his weight
her broken heart
thrumming the very walls
we want to join her
but we freeze, in awe
of her grief
her love
in a just rage
she will kick her mother to the ground
and we'll stand fast beside her for having done it ...
in thanks for his life
of sixteen years
spinning down the aisle
arms raised up
free of his weight
her broken heart
thrumming the very walls
we want to join her
but we freeze, in awe
of her grief
her love
in a just rage
she will kick her mother to the ground
and we'll stand fast beside her for having done it ...
1810 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2012 5:32am
1st Sep 2012 5:32am
Beads of courage
(Beads given to children undergoing cancer treatment)
those beads
a great swathe
a myriad of colour
but from a distance, black and blue
as if they, not the boy, took the hiding
beaten to death, from the inside out
by the cruelty they call treatment
too quickly too heavy for his young neck
bead by bead, day by day, they grow
on the back of the last door he'll ever see
barring escape
feeding on him, cell by punished...
those beads
a great swathe
a myriad of colour
but from a distance, black and blue
as if they, not the boy, took the hiding
beaten to death, from the inside out
by the cruelty they call treatment
too quickly too heavy for his young neck
bead by bead, day by day, they grow
on the back of the last door he'll ever see
barring escape
feeding on him, cell by punished...
1725 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Aug 2012 3:18pm
8th Aug 2012 3:18pm
half a story
the children on the bus don't speak, don't look
at those two, there
with scaffolded shoulders
brittle necks kinked askew
those two, who know
that everybody knows
about the other two children
lying somewhere
tubes in, arms out
don't look, no need
it's heavy in their clothes, damp from rain
that smell of poor
starched flat with hand-me-down sin
satchels carrying the sound of gunshot
and letters written red:
adulteress, murderess
they're silent, for now
but...
at those two, there
with scaffolded shoulders
brittle necks kinked askew
those two, who know
that everybody knows
about the other two children
lying somewhere
tubes in, arms out
don't look, no need
it's heavy in their clothes, damp from rain
that smell of poor
starched flat with hand-me-down sin
satchels carrying the sound of gunshot
and letters written red:
adulteress, murderess
they're silent, for now
but...
1230 reads
16 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 2:34am
25th Jul 2012 2:34am
Love
Nothing quite leaves me feeling older
or colder
than your love poems
the need to dismiss love
to ridicule
is fierce in me these days
but catch me a bellbird's eye
and I'm caught with greed
a full, soft, immediate greed, for her
should her bird song lift and falter
this strained, creaking heart
shifts uneasy, pulling out and up
aching for her uncertain hope
let the fat, golden moon
break free of the hills
setting her plume aglow
and I stand, a breathless adulant
riveted,...
or colder
than your love poems
the need to dismiss love
to ridicule
is fierce in me these days
but catch me a bellbird's eye
and I'm caught with greed
a full, soft, immediate greed, for her
should her bird song lift and falter
this strained, creaking heart
shifts uneasy, pulling out and up
aching for her uncertain hope
let the fat, golden moon
break free of the hills
setting her plume aglow
and I stand, a breathless adulant
riveted,...
1422 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 11:09am
24th Jul 2012 11:09am
Brother
A babe, you totter toward me
dirty nappy in your grubby hand
an offering that parts the crowd
like Moses parting waves
secure in knowing
I'd save you
a boy, you stand knock kneed
chewing your fingernails
with overgrown, buck teeth
anxious at the shouting
without even knowing
you caused it
I'm mindful of them
the babe, the boy
as you look up from the taxi
you read my face
and know at once you're too late
that he's gone
our beautiful boy is gone
I watch your heart...
dirty nappy in your grubby hand
an offering that parts the crowd
like Moses parting waves
secure in knowing
I'd save you
a boy, you stand knock kneed
chewing your fingernails
with overgrown, buck teeth
anxious at the shouting
without even knowing
you caused it
I'm mindful of them
the babe, the boy
as you look up from the taxi
you read my face
and know at once you're too late
that he's gone
our beautiful boy is gone
I watch your heart...
1156 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 2:48pm
16th Jul 2012 2:48pm
My undoing
Cracked hands drift over this body I thought I knew so well
a kind of fetish, measuring change
these pernicious deceptions trick, confound: I could have sworn I am still new
creases in these crinkled, declining cheeks halt chewed, chipped nails in their faltering tracks
trembling, cold-ached fingers stroke, in wonder, thickening hair here, fail to plump thinning hair there
watering eyes stop before the splitting ends
dulled ear pretends, this is not the burdened lung
worn teeth catch coarse, slow tongue ...
a kind of fetish, measuring change
these pernicious deceptions trick, confound: I could have sworn I am still new
creases in these crinkled, declining cheeks halt chewed, chipped nails in their faltering tracks
trembling, cold-ached fingers stroke, in wonder, thickening hair here, fail to plump thinning hair there
watering eyes stop before the splitting ends
dulled ear pretends, this is not the burdened lung
worn teeth catch coarse, slow tongue ...
884 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 2:09pm
14th Jul 2012 2:09pm
The lump
At age five, I didn't know what boys looked like, 'down there'
Decided that you could tell boys and girls by the clothes they wore
but thought each person made up their minds as to what they wanted to be as adults
Had myself pegged to be a man, but that's beside the point
The point is, the kid next door got away with terrible things, on account of my not knowing
You see, I saw him naked, one day, in his bedroom window
I was bringing in the milk from the letterbox, glanced up, and saw there, his glorious self
spread out like Leonardo's man, arm and leg...
Decided that you could tell boys and girls by the clothes they wore
but thought each person made up their minds as to what they wanted to be as adults
Had myself pegged to be a man, but that's beside the point
The point is, the kid next door got away with terrible things, on account of my not knowing
You see, I saw him naked, one day, in his bedroom window
I was bringing in the milk from the letterbox, glanced up, and saw there, his glorious self
spread out like Leonardo's man, arm and leg...
863 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 11:30am
13th Jul 2012 11:30am
Bedtime stories
We won't tell your father
You know what he'll do"
Yes
But I want him to do it
I want him to smash that man
And I want you to want it
"You should have seen old Mister
He looked so sad"
Yes
But I'm seeing you
And you don't
Mister at least had the grace not to lie
But somehow
Keeps climbing those stairs
Book in hand
And you don't
"Was it a good story"
It's the same story
You downstairs
With father
Reading the newspaper
Me and sis upstairs
With him
Making old news ...
You know what he'll do"
Yes
But I want him to do it
I want him to smash that man
And I want you to want it
"You should have seen old Mister
He looked so sad"
Yes
But I'm seeing you
And you don't
Mister at least had the grace not to lie
But somehow
Keeps climbing those stairs
Book in hand
And you don't
"Was it a good story"
It's the same story
You downstairs
With father
Reading the newspaper
Me and sis upstairs
With him
Making old news ...
833 reads
6 Comments
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