Submissions by marthard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 11:48am
12th Mar 2013 11:48am
Proud Man's Contumely
The steep slope of abstemious ennui
Propelled me into commercial fare.
I looked for my one as she did for me.
Or was it the car, clothes or my 'air'?
The only bodily contact allowed
Was genital- an etiquette to shake
Any proud man's contumely. Unperturbed,
I relished how she gave for my own sake.
My gratitude shown, she made the reply
"You've a big one and know how to use it.
Other men do not". I did not descry
It took twenty years to get the habit.
Oh so special for me, her remark then
Revealed her exposure to many...
Propelled me into commercial fare.
I looked for my one as she did for me.
Or was it the car, clothes or my 'air'?
The only bodily contact allowed
Was genital- an etiquette to shake
Any proud man's contumely. Unperturbed,
I relished how she gave for my own sake.
My gratitude shown, she made the reply
"You've a big one and know how to use it.
Other men do not". I did not descry
It took twenty years to get the habit.
Oh so special for me, her remark then
Revealed her exposure to many...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Mar 2013 5:10pm
11th Mar 2013 5:10pm
Compunctious visitings
She demanded congress every day.
Gratefully amazed, I never knew why.
Compunctious visitings didn't her dismay
And me? I got my guaranteed supply.
In a hotel room, sticky discomfort
Produced a bedsheet fully soaked in blood.
As the gentleman, I had it to sort
With the chambermaid, excuses in the bud.
"We women can feel a sister's ambit."
Implying I was a mad sex addict
Forcing an unready mate to submit.
My absent lover could not contradict.
Take rough and smooth with equanimity
In public view as in intimacy.
Gratefully amazed, I never knew why.
Compunctious visitings didn't her dismay
And me? I got my guaranteed supply.
In a hotel room, sticky discomfort
Produced a bedsheet fully soaked in blood.
As the gentleman, I had it to sort
With the chambermaid, excuses in the bud.
"We women can feel a sister's ambit."
Implying I was a mad sex addict
Forcing an unready mate to submit.
My absent lover could not contradict.
Take rough and smooth with equanimity
In public view as in intimacy.
698 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 2:21pm
10th Mar 2013 2:21pm
A Thick Pleached Alley (1980s)
My love spurns a sight which holds me in thrall.
Her vulva's architectural grandeur
Evokes that of a Baroque cathedral.
Columns, curves and recesses allure.
She thinks it's but a thick pleached alley.
With no full view of her prize and mirrors
That give the third dimension little way,
My ardent gaze she scornfully abhors.
That which is not mutual gets the shunt
Into modesty. Then the exordium
Of our life in the big, wide world- the cunt-
Becomes a term of extreme opprobium.
The cunt/vulva is thought (wrongly)to be ...
Her vulva's architectural grandeur
Evokes that of a Baroque cathedral.
Columns, curves and recesses allure.
She thinks it's but a thick pleached alley.
With no full view of her prize and mirrors
That give the third dimension little way,
My ardent gaze she scornfully abhors.
That which is not mutual gets the shunt
Into modesty. Then the exordium
Of our life in the big, wide world- the cunt-
Becomes a term of extreme opprobium.
The cunt/vulva is thought (wrongly)to be ...
1120 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 5:39am
10th Mar 2013 5:39am
The Primrose Path of Dalliance (1980s)
Her body odour quite captured me
Like a stag by his corralled hinds
No perfume could dilute its enveloping sea.
Near her, I enjoyed delays of all kinds.
The slightest touch of hands or arms brought
A piquant thrill. A gentle clasp of hands
Made it mine. The smell and touch I had caught.
The primrose path of dalliance all withstands.
At home, caresses stretched to lips and more
But, at the end, her Little Richard's song
'Tutti Fruitti' quite fully overbore
My Beethoven's Ninth. For more did I long.
From those first...
Like a stag by his corralled hinds
No perfume could dilute its enveloping sea.
Near her, I enjoyed delays of all kinds.
The slightest touch of hands or arms brought
A piquant thrill. A gentle clasp of hands
Made it mine. The smell and touch I had caught.
The primrose path of dalliance all withstands.
At home, caresses stretched to lips and more
But, at the end, her Little Richard's song
'Tutti Fruitti' quite fully overbore
My Beethoven's Ninth. For more did I long.
From those first...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 2:11pm
9th Mar 2013 2:11pm
The Vilest Things (1970s)
Celibacy had made me vulnerable
To those women who shared the condition.
She, who fastened on to me, was able
To arouse, yet guarded her inhibition.
Cunnilingus cut it from underneath.
So the vilest things awoke her body taut-
Though her final cry came through gritted teeth-
Relaxed and moist, it aided my retort.
It seemed that her perfectly permed hair,
Contrasting with a sprawling pubic waste,
Did not simulate public-private wear
But denied all that lay below the waist.
She despised me for meeting her great needs, ...
To those women who shared the condition.
She, who fastened on to me, was able
To arouse, yet guarded her inhibition.
Cunnilingus cut it from underneath.
So the vilest things awoke her body taut-
Though her final cry came through gritted teeth-
Relaxed and moist, it aided my retort.
It seemed that her perfectly permed hair,
Contrasting with a sprawling pubic waste,
Did not simulate public-private wear
But denied all that lay below the waist.
She despised me for meeting her great needs, ...
870 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2013 5:28am
9th Mar 2013 5:28am
The Undiscovered Country (1970s)
Copulation, regular, short of fuss,
Without excitement, may be sexual death.
For me it was aesthetic- my Venus
Was more Botticelli than Velazquez.
Closeness intensified through shared feeding,
With joy, on the undiscovered country
Of each other's culture. Or my reading
Of a book I'd rip apart for her to try.
Her voluptuous friend she me invited.
I resisted. My love did not. I hoped
Lesbian embrace would have her delighted,
Helping her desire to be developed.
Chaste intimacy might have sustained us....
Without excitement, may be sexual death.
For me it was aesthetic- my Venus
Was more Botticelli than Velazquez.
Closeness intensified through shared feeding,
With joy, on the undiscovered country
Of each other's culture. Or my reading
Of a book I'd rip apart for her to try.
Her voluptuous friend she me invited.
I resisted. My love did not. I hoped
Lesbian embrace would have her delighted,
Helping her desire to be developed.
Chaste intimacy might have sustained us....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 5:26pm
8th Mar 2013 5:26pm
She makes hungry (1960s)
Of free love and the pill,there is no trace
In this northern city.A girl I know,
So slightly, greets me with a firm embrace
Of warm friendship from which desire does grow.
She makes hungry and so breaks the passive.
Edging to climax, she delivers a shout:
"Give me a baby, Marthard.Go on. Give!"
Her channel becomes a pump sucking out.
She says her baby's death her life had torn.
No contact comes from one or the other.
Forty years later, I learn to her had been born
A son,with my name and that of his mother.
Should I feel...
In this northern city.A girl I know,
So slightly, greets me with a firm embrace
Of warm friendship from which desire does grow.
She makes hungry and so breaks the passive.
Edging to climax, she delivers a shout:
"Give me a baby, Marthard.Go on. Give!"
Her channel becomes a pump sucking out.
She says her baby's death her life had torn.
No contact comes from one or the other.
Forty years later, I learn to her had been born
A son,with my name and that of his mother.
Should I feel...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 5:34am
8th Mar 2013 5:34am
Dances and Delight (1960s)
Don't look into my eyes,anxiously. Take.
I'll find giving in your dances and delight.
Have all that you want. There's no need to fake.
Selfish, sensual joy's everyone's right.
Consider capitalism's main ideal.
Each screws the other yet each stands to gain.
Dynamic fertility is the deal.
Mutual respect leaves nothintg to feign.
Of course it exploits, destroys, falls down dead.
The greed, fraud, alienation do disgust.
For us, that lies beyond the loving bed.
What we foresee should not break our trust.
Fucking is sublimity...
I'll find giving in your dances and delight.
Have all that you want. There's no need to fake.
Selfish, sensual joy's everyone's right.
Consider capitalism's main ideal.
Each screws the other yet each stands to gain.
Dynamic fertility is the deal.
Mutual respect leaves nothintg to feign.
Of course it exploits, destroys, falls down dead.
The greed, fraud, alienation do disgust.
For us, that lies beyond the loving bed.
What we foresee should not break our trust.
Fucking is sublimity...
697 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Mar 2013 10:57am
7th Mar 2013 10:57am
Sport at his Making
A load of dishes encrusted with food.
Cry from above:"I'm ready. Perform. Now!"
"You've got three days. I am not in the mood"
"I want my baby. Get it up anyhow."
Clothes are taken off like plates put away.
Cajole inside a teetering tower.
Mechanical shove and pull, drive and sway
Like our old washing machine on full power.
"Watch how you come out. Do not spill a drop.
Pillows under my bum. No mishaps I hope.
My hard work against you ha'penny lop
She's mine. You'll want her but you could not cope". ...
Cry from above:"I'm ready. Perform. Now!"
"You've got three days. I am not in the mood"
"I want my baby. Get it up anyhow."
Clothes are taken off like plates put away.
Cajole inside a teetering tower.
Mechanical shove and pull, drive and sway
Like our old washing machine on full power.
"Watch how you come out. Do not spill a drop.
Pillows under my bum. No mishaps I hope.
My hard work against you ha'penny lop
She's mine. You'll want her but you could not cope". ...
688 reads
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