Submissions by marthard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2013 3:04pm
25th Oct 2013 3:04pm
The Peckham fox and the urban community
An old dog fox was at the grassy edge
When I sat down upon the back door step
To smoke my last cigarette of the night.
'Stay on the grass. Keep off the flower beds'
I commanded both by voice and gesture.
He sourly acknowledged the boundaries,
Asserting his territorial rights
By lifting his leg on as much green
As he, erratically, could cover.
It was a strain- the urinary flow
Was thin and shallowly intermittent.
'You've got prostate problems- they come with age'
I laughed. With annoyance and defiance ...
When I sat down upon the back door step
To smoke my last cigarette of the night.
'Stay on the grass. Keep off the flower beds'
I commanded both by voice and gesture.
He sourly acknowledged the boundaries,
Asserting his territorial rights
By lifting his leg on as much green
As he, erratically, could cover.
It was a strain- the urinary flow
Was thin and shallowly intermittent.
'You've got prostate problems- they come with age'
I laughed. With annoyance and defiance ...
#city
#funny
#Britain
#tradition
#animals
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6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 6:52pm
18th Oct 2013 6:52pm
Impossible Intimacy
The intimacy of lovers may rest
On their shared ideals, tastes and interests.
The sexual may complete a spectrum
That still can shine with one faded colour.
Erotic closeness of opposites thrills
Like a tightrope walker without a net.
'You ready now?- with a slight twist of her head
Towards the bedroom as carelessly
As switching on a household appliance.
It was a warm and sunny afternoon,
So perfect for a love making enhanced
By what all five senses could bring.
Such a change from an hour berating me
On...
On their shared ideals, tastes and interests.
The sexual may complete a spectrum
That still can shine with one faded colour.
Erotic closeness of opposites thrills
Like a tightrope walker without a net.
'You ready now?- with a slight twist of her head
Towards the bedroom as carelessly
As switching on a household appliance.
It was a warm and sunny afternoon,
So perfect for a love making enhanced
By what all five senses could bring.
Such a change from an hour berating me
On...
847 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 5:45pm
14th Oct 2013 5:45pm
Nature Reclaims
What is true nature in those places and
Sometimes whole countries where it has endured
Control, transformation and destruction
By millenia of human intervention?
Is nature still nature when altered
By manipulation of people like
Their turning of wild wolves into tame dogs?
The saddest yet eerily serene sights
Are of human slash, burn and abandon.
Three great power stations in a line
Each three miles apart in a mimicry
Of medieval cathedrals and castles
Which overlooked the ancient landscape.
Belching smoke, the...
Sometimes whole countries where it has endured
Control, transformation and destruction
By millenia of human intervention?
Is nature still nature when altered
By manipulation of people like
Their turning of wild wolves into tame dogs?
The saddest yet eerily serene sights
Are of human slash, burn and abandon.
Three great power stations in a line
Each three miles apart in a mimicry
Of medieval cathedrals and castles
Which overlooked the ancient landscape.
Belching smoke, the...
842 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2013 2:23pm
10th Oct 2013 2:23pm
How green are you?
Green, the colour, has a hard time of it.
Little more than green shoots and green light are
Conceded as analogous praise- for Green
The political movement gets its aims
Absorbed by other parties and 'a green
And pleasant land' sounds middlish and tame.
Contrast 'the green-eyed monster' of jealousy,
Know nothing ineptitude incapable
Of tying its own shoelaces. Unripe fruit
And extreme signs of infection in pus.
Even painters dismiss it as a mixture
Of yellow and blue yet it is as much
A part, as they, of the rainbow spectrum. ...
Little more than green shoots and green light are
Conceded as analogous praise- for Green
The political movement gets its aims
Absorbed by other parties and 'a green
And pleasant land' sounds middlish and tame.
Contrast 'the green-eyed monster' of jealousy,
Know nothing ineptitude incapable
Of tying its own shoelaces. Unripe fruit
And extreme signs of infection in pus.
Even painters dismiss it as a mixture
Of yellow and blue yet it is as much
A part, as they, of the rainbow spectrum. ...
727 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 9:33am
3rd Oct 2013 9:33am
A different kind of celebrity
Mid-seventies, humble Ph.D. student,
Determined to collect every piece
Of evidence germane to my research,
I took the train from London which ended
In an empty, misty estuary
At the edge of nowhere to a city,
Isolated, without satellites and
Losing its economic vocation.
The university library held
The aberrant, sought-after document,
Though the basis of that information
Was far from convincing. Libraries then
Were but putative treasure islands whose
Wealth was rarely catalogued in full.
The...
Determined to collect every piece
Of evidence germane to my research,
I took the train from London which ended
In an empty, misty estuary
At the edge of nowhere to a city,
Isolated, without satellites and
Losing its economic vocation.
The university library held
The aberrant, sought-after document,
Though the basis of that information
Was far from convincing. Libraries then
Were but putative treasure islands whose
Wealth was rarely catalogued in full.
The...
638 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2013 7:34am
1st Oct 2013 7:34am
Pensioners' Villanelle
To become more exciting for you,
I had the care worker and a Jehovah's witness.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Mine was a traffic warden and dustman,
Then, playing away, a spicy countess.
To become more exciting for you.
In the ladies' loo then having a tan.
Coming down the helter skelter no less.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Having an enema and on the scan.
During a parachute jump in full harness
To become more exciting for you.
Full speed on a motor bike, stuff the ban.
With a...
I had the care worker and a Jehovah's witness.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Mine was a traffic warden and dustman,
Then, playing away, a spicy countess.
To become more exciting for you.
In the ladies' loo then having a tan.
Coming down the helter skelter no less.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Having an enema and on the scan.
During a parachute jump in full harness
To become more exciting for you.
Full speed on a motor bike, stuff the ban.
With a...
741 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 11:48am
30th Sep 2013 11:48am
Baby Murderers
Baby murderers-we all are' was said
In threat, irony and in self-disgust.
The vultures slunk away. What could they make
Of ten women drinking furiously
While only picking at food rich in price?
Some fun, all expenses paid? Not likely.
Girls night out and me, the sober chauffeur,
Pondering how to get these ten women
Of all shapes and sizes into my car.
Alcohol to bury desperation.
Not with their workshy, parasite partners
Or adult children. Or even their own
Gambling or escapist holidays.
They were quite...
In threat, irony and in self-disgust.
The vultures slunk away. What could they make
Of ten women drinking furiously
While only picking at food rich in price?
Some fun, all expenses paid? Not likely.
Girls night out and me, the sober chauffeur,
Pondering how to get these ten women
Of all shapes and sizes into my car.
Alcohol to bury desperation.
Not with their workshy, parasite partners
Or adult children. Or even their own
Gambling or escapist holidays.
They were quite...
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4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Aug 2013 7:33am
17th Aug 2013 7:33am
Limerick of the day- 12 (and last)
(the other 10 are discarded as not at least two of obscene, funny, absurd)
An indolent man from Tennessee
Showed the lady his cock as I.D.
So she with her chopper
Cut it into her hopper
Saying 'We must keep this place tidy'.
An indolent man from Tennessee
Showed the lady his cock as I.D.
So she with her chopper
Cut it into her hopper
Saying 'We must keep this place tidy'.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 6:50am
16th Aug 2013 6:50am
Limerick of the day- 11
(also entered in the Disgusting Bodily Functions competition)
A blubbery man from Hereford
Had his diet dashed by his adored.
Her strange fetish of late
To watch him defecate
Meant his foreplay was to eat till gorged.
A blubbery man from Hereford
Had his diet dashed by his adored.
Her strange fetish of late
To watch him defecate
Meant his foreplay was to eat till gorged.
659 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 10:12am
15th Aug 2013 10:12am
Homage to No.129
(entered in the 'take on a role' competition)
The foul destroyer of love is deceit.
The lies, the hides, the smiles that break the trust
All founded on that despicable conceit
That treachery is but natural lust.
So easy for a man to be taken
By eyes, by mouth and by body posture.
No thoughts of love let desire be shaken
For libido of itself is so sure.
No calculation of hurt is made
Only those rash moments of want do count
When he from sure constancy has strayed
And fails the fatal allure to surmount.
Every...
The foul destroyer of love is deceit.
The lies, the hides, the smiles that break the trust
All founded on that despicable conceit
That treachery is but natural lust.
So easy for a man to be taken
By eyes, by mouth and by body posture.
No thoughts of love let desire be shaken
For libido of itself is so sure.
No calculation of hurt is made
Only those rash moments of want do count
When he from sure constancy has strayed
And fails the fatal allure to surmount.
Every...
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4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 6:27am
15th Aug 2013 6:27am
Limerick of the day- 10
A skinflint man from Fort Augustus
Believed in coitus interruptus.
Saying love should be free.
She could not disagree
Fast asleep on the overnight bus.
Believed in coitus interruptus.
Saying love should be free.
She could not disagree
Fast asleep on the overnight bus.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 6:41am
14th Aug 2013 6:41am
Limerick of the day- 9
A big woman from Connecticut
By all was considered such a slut
Splaying on her trailer
For every sailor
Who could navigate her massive butt.
By all was considered such a slut
Splaying on her trailer
For every sailor
Who could navigate her massive butt.
859 reads
2 Comments
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