Submissions by marthard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 8:37am
23rd Jun 2013 8:37am
Euphemism and Double Entendre
(restored)
Overrun with crustacean
From his train in my station.
From his tender did they crawl
And fastened onto my wall.
He himself had such a ball,
He thought me just sweet Fanny Adams.
Overrun with crustacean
From his train in my station.
From his tender did they crawl
And fastened onto my wall.
He himself had such a ball,
He thought me just sweet Fanny Adams.
958 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 2:24pm
12th Jun 2013 2:24pm
Publish and be damned: a cautionary tale Part 2
I knew what would come next- a book with
A wider perspective and greater depth.
No campaigning- its nonconformity
To be shaded by complexity.
Opportunity was squeezed more tightly
When my highly placed protector had gone.
The enemy coalesced- those with their
Paradigms long established in print
And those whose talents extended only
To massaging the inflated vanity
Of authority.
I managed to finish despite all.
Publishers were amenable- track record
Still counted. But the former fans disliked
The avoidance of certainty. A few ...
A wider perspective and greater depth.
No campaigning- its nonconformity
To be shaded by complexity.
Opportunity was squeezed more tightly
When my highly placed protector had gone.
The enemy coalesced- those with their
Paradigms long established in print
And those whose talents extended only
To massaging the inflated vanity
Of authority.
I managed to finish despite all.
Publishers were amenable- track record
Still counted. But the former fans disliked
The avoidance of certainty. A few ...
588 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 12:33pm
12th Jun 2013 12:33pm
Publish and be damned: a cautionary tale Part 1.
On trawling the archives, I found mention
Of the school magazine in which I had,
As a sixteen year old, written a piece.
It had been long discarded with other
Much embarrassing juvenilia.
With surprise, shame and regret did I find
A clarity, drive and variety
In the writing which sophistication
Of the adult had rejected. But why?
Even the archivist, reading through it,
Showed respect, bordering on deference.
I remembered. My mother had written
Quite beautifully on emotional
Responses to sensory impressions.
Some were taken by...
Of the school magazine in which I had,
As a sixteen year old, written a piece.
It had been long discarded with other
Much embarrassing juvenilia.
With surprise, shame and regret did I find
A clarity, drive and variety
In the writing which sophistication
Of the adult had rejected. But why?
Even the archivist, reading through it,
Showed respect, bordering on deference.
I remembered. My mother had written
Quite beautifully on emotional
Responses to sensory impressions.
Some were taken by...
601 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 6:51pm
11th Jun 2013 6:51pm
Love a misanthrope
Whoever can be lonely- with sky and sea,
Mountains, rivers, forests and endless grass?
Even extremes of ice and desert attract.
All life forms enhance this world- except one
The quite ludicrously named species
Homo Sapiens, which should be avoided
At all cost.
See John Clare, at one with all of nature,
Yet so unhappy in the human world
Of his fellows- both poets and peasants.
He ended up locked in an asylum
For committing that most heinous of crimes
Of wanting to be himself.
Why give misanthropy...
Mountains, rivers, forests and endless grass?
Even extremes of ice and desert attract.
All life forms enhance this world- except one
The quite ludicrously named species
Homo Sapiens, which should be avoided
At all cost.
See John Clare, at one with all of nature,
Yet so unhappy in the human world
Of his fellows- both poets and peasants.
He ended up locked in an asylum
For committing that most heinous of crimes
Of wanting to be himself.
Why give misanthropy...
951 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2013 9:31am
5th Jun 2013 9:31am
Poetic tricks
Your note had slammed so hard the door
On dreamt of drowsy days, delicious nights
When two great crested grebes rise and twist as one.
Despair. Your memory confined. I thought
No more of you. Yet when, by chance, we met
Outside the club of our first tryst, I let
You take me home - a drive contrived, I prayed
To recapture the misty past I craved.
But not a word you spoke- bar yes or no
In answer to conversational probes.
Presaged it a new dawn or just a sign
Of a new role to which I must resign?
A...
On dreamt of drowsy days, delicious nights
When two great crested grebes rise and twist as one.
Despair. Your memory confined. I thought
No more of you. Yet when, by chance, we met
Outside the club of our first tryst, I let
You take me home - a drive contrived, I prayed
To recapture the misty past I craved.
But not a word you spoke- bar yes or no
In answer to conversational probes.
Presaged it a new dawn or just a sign
Of a new role to which I must resign?
A...
638 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2013 6:35pm
3rd Jun 2013 6:35pm
Look! No verbs.
A tropical beach at midnight. Deserted.
Half a moon for perfect light. Gentle breeze.
Sand warm, moist, giving- the ideal cushion
For copulatory innovation.
Then a slithering snake just by the couch.
Screams. Scrambling and most undignified flight.
Deflated return to the customary
Stolid and stale hotel room bed for two.
Half a moon for perfect light. Gentle breeze.
Sand warm, moist, giving- the ideal cushion
For copulatory innovation.
Then a slithering snake just by the couch.
Screams. Scrambling and most undignified flight.
Deflated return to the customary
Stolid and stale hotel room bed for two.
1223 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 11:01am
1st Jun 2013 11:01am
One word at a time
Adore, Implore,
Explore
Tore, Gore, Sore,
Whore!
Bore!!
What for?
Explore
Tore, Gore, Sore,
Whore!
Bore!!
What for?
727 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2013 2:14pm
31st May 2013 2:14pm
City sky and country hills
The lure of nature grows in its absence.
A lost love hurts more than love delayed.
Mine I surrendered. Its recapture
Showed the full spectrum of what was missed.
A country boy, at first by the seashore
And then entranced by meadows, paths and woods,
By hills and streams and with all that moved there.
Even my university abutted
The Alice in Wonderland river bank.
As a man I embraced the big city.
Who could make a life and future elsewhere?
Yet city suburbs are the no man's land, ...
A lost love hurts more than love delayed.
Mine I surrendered. Its recapture
Showed the full spectrum of what was missed.
A country boy, at first by the seashore
And then entranced by meadows, paths and woods,
By hills and streams and with all that moved there.
Even my university abutted
The Alice in Wonderland river bank.
As a man I embraced the big city.
Who could make a life and future elsewhere?
Yet city suburbs are the no man's land, ...
#city
#countryside
#sky
#Britain
#nature
711 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2013 2:29pm
21st May 2013 2:29pm
The very last kiss
(entered in the Kiss competition)
Routine relations with my son's mother
Became little more than joint obligation.
Menopause and her fundamentalist
Christian church had ended the sexual.
Mutual sensual pleasure was to be had
Only in eating- anticipating
And then relishing each other's cooking.
Then breast cancer struck and remedies failed.
Months of corporeal disintegration,
Much under my care, came to the point where
The movement of her body was confined ...
Routine relations with my son's mother
Became little more than joint obligation.
Menopause and her fundamentalist
Christian church had ended the sexual.
Mutual sensual pleasure was to be had
Only in eating- anticipating
And then relishing each other's cooking.
Then breast cancer struck and remedies failed.
Months of corporeal disintegration,
Much under my care, came to the point where
The movement of her body was confined ...
673 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2013 2:46pm
18th May 2013 2:46pm
The Intruder
(a commentary on my previous submission- Incubus-Succubus)
The subconscious has invaded my writing
Sidling in while I fussed with feet and meter,
Its stealthy intrusion noticed much too late.
How I envy Coleridge and Huxley
Whose invaders were welcomed so warmly
That assault was unsurreptitious.
The uncommon yet quite unremarkable
Subject of post-coital hallucination
Was simple enough to rend in verse form
Yet the outcome, on my first reading, was
Quite flawed. Infected by some unknown...
The subconscious has invaded my writing
Sidling in while I fussed with feet and meter,
Its stealthy intrusion noticed much too late.
How I envy Coleridge and Huxley
Whose invaders were welcomed so warmly
That assault was unsurreptitious.
The uncommon yet quite unremarkable
Subject of post-coital hallucination
Was simple enough to rend in verse form
Yet the outcome, on my first reading, was
Quite flawed. Infected by some unknown...
931 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th May 2013 7:19pm
17th May 2013 7:19pm
Incubus-Succubus
What do you do afterwards? Light up on
A cigarette and start a discussion
On the meaning of life, as in French films?
No. Their fantasies of the symbiosis
Of carnal desire and rational thought
Do hardly square with those philosophers
From Hobbes and Locke then Kant and Hegel, not
Forgetting Newton who all probably
Died virgins. Even the maverick Nietzsche
Abstained after a youthful dose of the pox.
A cynic may say film makers believed
Their own chat up lines that a satisfied
Libido...
A cigarette and start a discussion
On the meaning of life, as in French films?
No. Their fantasies of the symbiosis
Of carnal desire and rational thought
Do hardly square with those philosophers
From Hobbes and Locke then Kant and Hegel, not
Forgetting Newton who all probably
Died virgins. Even the maverick Nietzsche
Abstained after a youthful dose of the pox.
A cynic may say film makers believed
Their own chat up lines that a satisfied
Libido...
1018 reads
5 Comments
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