Submissions by driversoft
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A somewhat eclectic wordsmith, with tastes that encompass anything from the satirical to the erotic. I've always admired the power of the written and spoken word, and consequently love it throughout its many incarnations.
The Deaf Cleaner
His lover's stained dress of fine silk
Was expensive (like most of that ilk).
The deaf cleaner's retort -
"Come again, my old sport?"
But apparently not, it was milk.
Was expensive (like most of that ilk).
The deaf cleaner's retort -
"Come again, my old sport?"
But apparently not, it was milk.
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Haiku for John Luke
Tempera - that was
Your choice. A pigment of the
Imagination.
Your choice. A pigment of the
Imagination.
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Togetherness - an Acrostic
She lay beside him, pulled him close; the beat
Of his heart made her own complete.
Unclad, she sought to offer as she found:
Love, pure and unadorned - her arms thrown round.
Mistress, Muse and Madame, all she played
And wore each mask so naturally; she made
Two into one - a seamless whole, and right.
Eternity was, she knew, awake'd that night.
Of his heart made her own complete.
Unclad, she sought to offer as she found:
Love, pure and unadorned - her arms thrown round.
Mistress, Muse and Madame, all she played
And wore each mask so naturally; she made
Two into one - a seamless whole, and right.
Eternity was, she knew, awake'd that night.
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Love Affair
She locked her lips around his neck
With flickering, yearning tongue
And took his whole inside her;
Yet still the night was young.
She found another's hardness;
His golden body placed
To milk his ravished content;
She needed more to taste.
She grabbed a third, her fingers cupped
With practised ease, no fear;
For she, an alcoholic
And he, a bottled beer.
With flickering, yearning tongue
And took his whole inside her;
Yet still the night was young.
She found another's hardness;
His golden body placed
To milk his ravished content;
She needed more to taste.
She grabbed a third, her fingers cupped
With practised ease, no fear;
For she, an alcoholic
And he, a bottled beer.
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Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia - an Acrostic
Hydrometeorologists are studying air's moisture;
Yearning for the dampness, as the Trappists for their cloisture.
Paraskavedekatriaphobia's a fear
Every time the 13th's on a Friday (true, my dear!).
Radappertization's treating food to kill bacteria -
Powerfully ionizing - there, I hope that's clearier?
Oneirogmophobia's a terror of wet dreams -
Likely not the sort that one should talk about, it seems!
Yogibogeybox - and there we have a spiritualist's kit.
Several mediums? does Yogibogeyboxen fit?
Yttriferous - no, it's not a word...
Yearning for the dampness, as the Trappists for their cloisture.
Paraskavedekatriaphobia's a fear
Every time the 13th's on a Friday (true, my dear!).
Radappertization's treating food to kill bacteria -
Powerfully ionizing - there, I hope that's clearier?
Oneirogmophobia's a terror of wet dreams -
Likely not the sort that one should talk about, it seems!
Yogibogeybox - and there we have a spiritualist's kit.
Several mediums? does Yogibogeyboxen fit?
Yttriferous - no, it's not a word...
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For "Pussy Riot"
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Fifty Shades of Grey - a Yorkshireman's Review
Now we've a moral tale to tell
Of Ana Steele, who plays
A college graduate and, well
A virgin in life's ways
It 'appens that 'er best friend Kate
Through flu's not up to much
So 'er interview's on Ana's plate
One Christian Grey, as such
Our Mr Grey's intrigued, it seems
'Cos Ana's struck 'im silly
Whilst she looks in his eyes and dreams
"E'll never like me - will 'e?".
So Ana's on the booze one night
And 'appens ('twixt a sup)
To drop 'er mobile in 'er plight
Which dials Greyey up.
Well Christian...
Of Ana Steele, who plays
A college graduate and, well
A virgin in life's ways
It 'appens that 'er best friend Kate
Through flu's not up to much
So 'er interview's on Ana's plate
One Christian Grey, as such
Our Mr Grey's intrigued, it seems
'Cos Ana's struck 'im silly
Whilst she looks in his eyes and dreams
"E'll never like me - will 'e?".
So Ana's on the booze one night
And 'appens ('twixt a sup)
To drop 'er mobile in 'er plight
Which dials Greyey up.
Well Christian...
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A month in bondage...
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