Submissions by bennyroberts
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Man sees, man despairs, man writes.
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2012 1:13pm
12th May 2012 1:13pm
Olfactory Pursuit
Her odour is so strong and powerful
that when I scratch a spot on my nose
the car almost spins off the road
I must have washed her juice off three times
but it's persistent
just like this pustule.
"You will be mine!" her scent promises me
biological warfare on my cock
it's roots may be sticky
but it can never grip
as it doesn't intoxicate me
I don't want to dab it on my wrists in the morning
and lose myself in its symphony
of pleasures to come
that's why I'll never stay overnight.
that when I scratch a spot on my nose
the car almost spins off the road
I must have washed her juice off three times
but it's persistent
just like this pustule.
"You will be mine!" her scent promises me
biological warfare on my cock
it's roots may be sticky
but it can never grip
as it doesn't intoxicate me
I don't want to dab it on my wrists in the morning
and lose myself in its symphony
of pleasures to come
that's why I'll never stay overnight.
818 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th May 2012 12:29pm
12th May 2012 12:29pm
Torture
Working in an office full of women is any man’s hell
the sense of humours are too different
you have to throw endless caution to the wind
and the worse thing is that you can’t stare
scrub that
the worst thing is that my desk faces the filing cabinet
all day I’m subjected to temptation
there’s bending over
relentless wiggling
this could truly be any man’s heaven
but there’s constantly female eyes watching me from behind
“That Benny’s a real pervert” they’d whisper
“He was looking down the back of your low slung trousers”...
the sense of humours are too different
you have to throw endless caution to the wind
and the worse thing is that you can’t stare
scrub that
the worst thing is that my desk faces the filing cabinet
all day I’m subjected to temptation
there’s bending over
relentless wiggling
this could truly be any man’s heaven
but there’s constantly female eyes watching me from behind
“That Benny’s a real pervert” they’d whisper
“He was looking down the back of your low slung trousers”...
745 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2012 10:51am
6th May 2012 10:51am
Chores
I tell her that I’ll take the rubbish out later
for now there’s football and wine
I go to get some cheese
she blocks my way
yells that later is too late
I’ll disturb the neighbours
like they never make noise
fucking all hours
what I wouldn’t do to go down there whilst he’s out
I begin to get a semi
realise I’m in the middle of an argument and lose it
damn
I tell her “Ok! Ok! I’ll take rubbish out”
she walks off victoriously
I go straight to the fridge
grab the cheese and head back to the TV
this is the life ...
for now there’s football and wine
I go to get some cheese
she blocks my way
yells that later is too late
I’ll disturb the neighbours
like they never make noise
fucking all hours
what I wouldn’t do to go down there whilst he’s out
I begin to get a semi
realise I’m in the middle of an argument and lose it
damn
I tell her “Ok! Ok! I’ll take rubbish out”
she walks off victoriously
I go straight to the fridge
grab the cheese and head back to the TV
this is the life ...
796 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th May 2012 9:07pm
5th May 2012 9:07pm
Forbidden Lover
It’s 2 a.m and I’m on my way to see my forbidden lover
she pounds the dirty backstreets of my mind
does things that most girls would slap me for asking
but her looks will never soothe my ego
that’s why she remains a drunken rendezvous
usually it would take me an hour to stumble this far
but the sexual energy cuts through the drink
I’m making good time
does she cry herself to sleep when I leave
or is that just my arrogance talking?
perhaps it's her using me
as an idiot with a hard cock
because I’m certainly that
we could be...
she pounds the dirty backstreets of my mind
does things that most girls would slap me for asking
but her looks will never soothe my ego
that’s why she remains a drunken rendezvous
usually it would take me an hour to stumble this far
but the sexual energy cuts through the drink
I’m making good time
does she cry herself to sleep when I leave
or is that just my arrogance talking?
perhaps it's her using me
as an idiot with a hard cock
because I’m certainly that
we could be...
903 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 7:30pm
2nd May 2012 7:30pm
Another 40 Years
I’m quietly reflecting with a Guinness
black, Dublin velvet in the corner of a pub booth
the rain is hammering down outside
shading the day with a miserable hue
work is a good half day away
I’m in Heaven
a group of old men hold court in the next booth
they’re talking of landlords past
Tommy Mochran was always dapper
but then they all were back then
I look at the bar to find the current landlord
this chainpub has no landlord
just a succession of business graduates
with no time to have beers waiting for the regulars
they’re too busy...
black, Dublin velvet in the corner of a pub booth
the rain is hammering down outside
shading the day with a miserable hue
work is a good half day away
I’m in Heaven
a group of old men hold court in the next booth
they’re talking of landlords past
Tommy Mochran was always dapper
but then they all were back then
I look at the bar to find the current landlord
this chainpub has no landlord
just a succession of business graduates
with no time to have beers waiting for the regulars
they’re too busy...
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3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 5:26pm
28th Apr 2012 5:26pm
Every Day in the Office
This office surrounds me with mediocrity
conversations are banal at best
I sink into my chair and try to fight the boredom
I take on some filing and lose
I look out the window at the office across the road
see endless reflections of myself
soul after soul at similar desks
clutching on to nothing
they never dreamt of this as a kid
a gang of three boys and a girl go past
they’re carrying crates of beer
lucky, young, free bastards
that girl will be crying by the end of the day
even the best male friend can break a girl's...
conversations are banal at best
I sink into my chair and try to fight the boredom
I take on some filing and lose
I look out the window at the office across the road
see endless reflections of myself
soul after soul at similar desks
clutching on to nothing
they never dreamt of this as a kid
a gang of three boys and a girl go past
they’re carrying crates of beer
lucky, young, free bastards
that girl will be crying by the end of the day
even the best male friend can break a girl's...
756 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Apr 2012 10:38am
15th Apr 2012 10:38am
The Creep
I sat in the empty carriage of a late night train
fighting against the drink to stay awake
the world was flying by outside
but I appeared to be going nowhere
trapped in the present
no company but for a flickering light
compared to some relationships it was heaven
then the creep walked in
he had the hair of a newborn
but the wrinkles and desperation of experience
he sat down opposite me
I made a point at looking at the empty seats around us
“Where you heading to, young man?” he asked
“There’s only one stop.” I fired back ...
fighting against the drink to stay awake
the world was flying by outside
but I appeared to be going nowhere
trapped in the present
no company but for a flickering light
compared to some relationships it was heaven
then the creep walked in
he had the hair of a newborn
but the wrinkles and desperation of experience
he sat down opposite me
I made a point at looking at the empty seats around us
“Where you heading to, young man?” he asked
“There’s only one stop.” I fired back ...
1002 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Apr 2012 11:12am
14th Apr 2012 11:12am
Forgotten Woman
She is the forgotten woman
stranded on the sexual sidelines
her demeanour keeps her there
crafted by bitchiness and bullying
it stops her feeling human
the only release is to pleasure herself
dreaming of what it’s like to let go
to feel a writhing, twisting body on top
filling her with passion
passion she longs to reciprocate
if only society would accept her
just for one day
as a living, breathing, horny being
she’d overcome that hurdle of doubt
be able to tell men to fuck her
like every woman should ...
stranded on the sexual sidelines
her demeanour keeps her there
crafted by bitchiness and bullying
it stops her feeling human
the only release is to pleasure herself
dreaming of what it’s like to let go
to feel a writhing, twisting body on top
filling her with passion
passion she longs to reciprocate
if only society would accept her
just for one day
as a living, breathing, horny being
she’d overcome that hurdle of doubt
be able to tell men to fuck her
like every woman should ...
844 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 12:55pm
6th Apr 2012 12:55pm
Would Be Lovers
Here we are, young would be lovers
between underground platforms
the smell of brake dust heavy in the air
busy footsteps of the city long faded into silence
even with the fluorescent lighting revealing her flaws
she’s the most beautiful girl I’ll ever meet
it’s as if she’s been plucked from my subconscious
to satisfy every urge I’ve ever had
there’s hesitation in our eyes
hearts wrestling with guilt
trying to forget about faithful lovers back at home
but resisting this carnal passion would be a crime
our tongues entwine ...
between underground platforms
the smell of brake dust heavy in the air
busy footsteps of the city long faded into silence
even with the fluorescent lighting revealing her flaws
she’s the most beautiful girl I’ll ever meet
it’s as if she’s been plucked from my subconscious
to satisfy every urge I’ve ever had
there’s hesitation in our eyes
hearts wrestling with guilt
trying to forget about faithful lovers back at home
but resisting this carnal passion would be a crime
our tongues entwine ...
818 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2012 6:32pm
2nd Apr 2012 6:32pm
End of a Friendship
Masculinity's breathing down my neck
no man wants to be a girl's best friend
only their best fuck
that's why I've cut our friendship
she can't acknowledge my y chromosome
this blindness makes me angry
makes a mockery of my arrogance
she's bawling in my face for answers
the drink always did loosen her emotions
I cut through my lust and turn vicious
blame all the shortcomings on her
the trust I once bestowed in her eyes has gone
replaced by fear and sorrow
she tries to hug me
but I've got to prove I'm a man
I push her away
smash my...
no man wants to be a girl's best friend
only their best fuck
that's why I've cut our friendship
she can't acknowledge my y chromosome
this blindness makes me angry
makes a mockery of my arrogance
she's bawling in my face for answers
the drink always did loosen her emotions
I cut through my lust and turn vicious
blame all the shortcomings on her
the trust I once bestowed in her eyes has gone
replaced by fear and sorrow
she tries to hug me
but I've got to prove I'm a man
I push her away
smash my...
793 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Mar 2012 7:48pm
29th Mar 2012 7:48pm
Talking Shit
If you talk enough shit people begin to believe you
sex becomes a given
promotions are inevitable
all that glitters with greed is yours
whilst honesty is a crime
punished by destiny
delivered by unpaid bills
served up by a wife you can't fuck
so take the easy route and talk shit
it's the only thing people want to hear.
sex becomes a given
promotions are inevitable
all that glitters with greed is yours
whilst honesty is a crime
punished by destiny
delivered by unpaid bills
served up by a wife you can't fuck
so take the easy route and talk shit
it's the only thing people want to hear.
4661 reads
6 Comments
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