Submissions by waitingforgodet (jim)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry from time to time. How do you introduce yourself as a poet other than putting your stuff out there?
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jan 2011 7:47pm
7th Jan 2011 7:47pm
The Heroic Young Man And The Older Woman
I was twenty one, she was forty five at least.
She invited me to walk home with her,
all the while feeding my ego with promises of a sexual feast.
Could my life get any better?
Inside her home she pulled me onto the bed.
She took me in her mouth and I got an instant erection.
In those days I got hard bumping into furniture never mind getting head.
I loved older women, they were so generous with their affection.
Then she excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom.
I lay naked on the bed feeling the confidence of a king
while erotic...
She invited me to walk home with her,
all the while feeding my ego with promises of a sexual feast.
Could my life get any better?
Inside her home she pulled me onto the bed.
She took me in her mouth and I got an instant erection.
In those days I got hard bumping into furniture never mind getting head.
I loved older women, they were so generous with their affection.
Then she excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom.
I lay naked on the bed feeling the confidence of a king
while erotic...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2011 7:20pm
5th Jan 2011 7:20pm
When They Get Older
Why do they wear pants that are too small for them?
You see them everywhere almost always middle-aged men,
their bellies hanging prodigiously over their belts.
They must suffer for their vanity with visible welts.
Holding their breath
they battle their breadth
and one leg at a time
they are back in their prime.
They wear their pants like a badge from yesteryear
indicating to the world that they still can wear
a thirty-four inch waist size,
acomical andtragic disguise:
They still think they rule
and do not see themselves...
You see them everywhere almost always middle-aged men,
their bellies hanging prodigiously over their belts.
They must suffer for their vanity with visible welts.
Holding their breath
they battle their breadth
and one leg at a time
they are back in their prime.
They wear their pants like a badge from yesteryear
indicating to the world that they still can wear
a thirty-four inch waist size,
acomical andtragic disguise:
They still think they rule
and do not see themselves...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2010 1:33pm
31st Dec 2010 1:33pm
I Am The Hated One
I am the hated one
that unites everyone:
the one idea theyshare is their collective contempt against me.
the venting vehicle for their hostility.
Without inhibition or the remotest restraint
they hurl verbal expletives in my direction and paint
me as the cause of their misery
and thecathartic purge of all that's septic in their history.
Eighty times a day I must look over my shoulder
while their denigrations of me become louder and bolder.
I am an easy target for their verbal onslaughts,
clearlyvisible in my black sneakers, white...
that unites everyone:
the one idea theyshare is their collective contempt against me.
the venting vehicle for their hostility.
Without inhibition or the remotest restraint
they hurl verbal expletives in my direction and paint
me as the cause of their misery
and thecathartic purge of all that's septic in their history.
Eighty times a day I must look over my shoulder
while their denigrations of me become louder and bolder.
I am an easy target for their verbal onslaughts,
clearlyvisible in my black sneakers, white...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Dec 2010 1:10am
26th Dec 2010 1:10am
The Homeless Guy
Fred and Bess greeted us at the door.
I wondered if Bess was a pleasing whore.
Cratchit chirped in: This is Jim.
Under a bridge is where we found him.
He’s our token homeless guy.
We cleaned him up so he wouldn’t offend your turkey and pumpkin pie.
The other guests were already there eating cheese and drinking wine.
I asked Scrooge if there were any loose women there to dine.
Cratchit whispered to Ebenezer that perhaps theyhad made amistakeselecting me this year.
What about your wife, Bob? Give me a shot at Martha, she’s a brood mare.
Fred...
I wondered if Bess was a pleasing whore.
Cratchit chirped in: This is Jim.
Under a bridge is where we found him.
He’s our token homeless guy.
We cleaned him up so he wouldn’t offend your turkey and pumpkin pie.
The other guests were already there eating cheese and drinking wine.
I asked Scrooge if there were any loose women there to dine.
Cratchit whispered to Ebenezer that perhaps theyhad made amistakeselecting me this year.
What about your wife, Bob? Give me a shot at Martha, she’s a brood mare.
Fred...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2010 11:47am
25th Dec 2010 11:47am
Christmas Cheer, Who Needs It?
All I want is turkey skin.
I crave it, covet it, indeed a gluttonous sin
Yes, yes, it is true,
and all of you at the table can watch me chew.
What do I care?
I'll never be asked to come back here.
Put me in a corner, even chastise me.
Your words will fall on deaf ears, for I'll be in my dietary glo-ry.
Perhaps I'll ask for a little salt to spice up my unusual repast,
then my teeth and jaw go to work incredibly fast.
Some of you may look at me in horror.
I'll even make animal growling sounds, me, this primordial knaw-er
Who invited him? I hear...
I crave it, covet it, indeed a gluttonous sin
Yes, yes, it is true,
and all of you at the table can watch me chew.
What do I care?
I'll never be asked to come back here.
Put me in a corner, even chastise me.
Your words will fall on deaf ears, for I'll be in my dietary glo-ry.
Perhaps I'll ask for a little salt to spice up my unusual repast,
then my teeth and jaw go to work incredibly fast.
Some of you may look at me in horror.
I'll even make animal growling sounds, me, this primordial knaw-er
Who invited him? I hear...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2010 3:32pm
23rd Dec 2010 3:32pm
Whatever are you doing back there?
Demure,andoutright shy
(acting) makes me wonder why.
So unnecessary, really, yet comical too.
And charming when she pretends it's all so new.
I don't do this on a first date.
Of course, not, me neither(I take the bait):
You're such a beautiful lady.
Thank you, don't stop what you're doing, baby.
Not until I get lock jaw.
Oh, that's so good . . . Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
Sweetheart, will you turn over and raiseyour sweet ass?
She giggles and does what I ask.
I take a moment of silenceto show reverenceforwhat I have here:
Blessed am...
(acting) makes me wonder why.
So unnecessary, really, yet comical too.
And charming when she pretends it's all so new.
I don't do this on a first date.
Of course, not, me neither(I take the bait):
You're such a beautiful lady.
Thank you, don't stop what you're doing, baby.
Not until I get lock jaw.
Oh, that's so good . . . Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
Sweetheart, will you turn over and raiseyour sweet ass?
She giggles and does what I ask.
I take a moment of silenceto show reverenceforwhat I have here:
Blessed am...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2010 4:26pm
22nd Dec 2010 4:26pm
The Happy Man
Good morning, sweet, sweet Jenny dear.
My anticipation mounts as thetime draws near
when we'll be in each other's arms again;
me, to be sure, so lucky, and rarest of men,
for I'll be the one kissing you and delighting in your luscious body,
ah, the sanctity of your presense, your delicious scent, and all things naughty
that we'll do to each other and hunger for more.
Oh, yes, Jenny dear, we'll be each other's delectable whore.
Can my life get any better?
It is you, Jenny dear who inspires me to put these words in a letter.
Although our time together...
My anticipation mounts as thetime draws near
when we'll be in each other's arms again;
me, to be sure, so lucky, and rarest of men,
for I'll be the one kissing you and delighting in your luscious body,
ah, the sanctity of your presense, your delicious scent, and all things naughty
that we'll do to each other and hunger for more.
Oh, yes, Jenny dear, we'll be each other's delectable whore.
Can my life get any better?
It is you, Jenny dear who inspires me to put these words in a letter.
Although our time together...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2010 1:51pm
15th Dec 2010 1:51pm
The Judge (Part One)
Oh Paul, how blessed I feel that I'll see you soon;
your loving words have touched me and yes I do swoon
for you, my dear,
and don't be alarmed if I shed a tear.
Yes, Your Honor, you are indeed unique;
in pure juxtaposition you make other men look bleak,
for you have captured me
and brought alive once again my great sensuality.
So dormant it lay, my love and heart, for oh so long,
but now resurrected with your sweet sweet song.
Your handsome face, your first rate legal mind,
indelibly imprinted in my being, oh you are the rarest find.
I can feel...
your loving words have touched me and yes I do swoon
for you, my dear,
and don't be alarmed if I shed a tear.
Yes, Your Honor, you are indeed unique;
in pure juxtaposition you make other men look bleak,
for you have captured me
and brought alive once again my great sensuality.
So dormant it lay, my love and heart, for oh so long,
but now resurrected with your sweet sweet song.
Your handsome face, your first rate legal mind,
indelibly imprinted in my being, oh you are the rarest find.
I can feel...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2010 1:43pm
15th Dec 2010 1:43pm
The Judge (Part Two)
Oh, Paul, how sad I get when I think of you.
It hurts even more that you might have loved me too.
But I cannot open my heart and love a cheater.
And with my friend Bella? Can I say it any neater?
Oh great and lying judge, do you take me for an utter fool?
Those are the facts, you insidious jurist. How would you rule?
Would you call it irrelevant?
Dismiss what you are, malevolent?
No, Your Honor, I will not give you the chance
to play with my heart and continue this lying dance.
So please, Paul, do not contact me.
It hurts too much even if you...
It hurts even more that you might have loved me too.
But I cannot open my heart and love a cheater.
And with my friend Bella? Can I say it any neater?
Oh great and lying judge, do you take me for an utter fool?
Those are the facts, you insidious jurist. How would you rule?
Would you call it irrelevant?
Dismiss what you are, malevolent?
No, Your Honor, I will not give you the chance
to play with my heart and continue this lying dance.
So please, Paul, do not contact me.
It hurts too much even if you...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 2:08pm
14th Dec 2010 2:08pm
Kevin
Kevin is a child in a man's body who barely speaks
yet laughs easily when he watches Beauty And The Beast
(for the 1150th time) or is given yogurt or other low-fat desserts.
He's almost always compliant and easy to love but, oh how it hurts
when I think of him without me,
for I am his world, his protector, his sanctuary.
Who will keepKevin bathed, watch his diet and take him to the Disney Store?
Will someone else help him with simpleanimal puzzles and make his laughter soar?
Everything happens for a reason, I hear the idiots say,
but they don't...
yet laughs easily when he watches Beauty And The Beast
(for the 1150th time) or is given yogurt or other low-fat desserts.
He's almost always compliant and easy to love but, oh how it hurts
when I think of him without me,
for I am his world, his protector, his sanctuary.
Who will keepKevin bathed, watch his diet and take him to the Disney Store?
Will someone else help him with simpleanimal puzzles and make his laughter soar?
Everything happens for a reason, I hear the idiots say,
but they don't...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 2:45am
14th Dec 2010 2:45am
And Yet Another Internet Date
Putting her make-up on, she wonders: Could he be the right guy,
or is it just a matter of time before he begins to lie?
Is it me, or a statement for our time,
do true men exist anymore or do they all turn on a dime?
How many liars and cheaters have I known? "Oh, stop it," she says out loud.
"Or I'll cancel the date and remain in this filthy cloud."
Applying her lipstick, she asks: "Have I become more than a little jaded?"
There was a time when she trusted more but those memories have faded.
She's met so many...
or is it just a matter of time before he begins to lie?
Is it me, or a statement for our time,
do true men exist anymore or do they all turn on a dime?
How many liars and cheaters have I known? "Oh, stop it," she says out loud.
"Or I'll cancel the date and remain in this filthy cloud."
Applying her lipstick, she asks: "Have I become more than a little jaded?"
There was a time when she trusted more but those memories have faded.
She's met so many...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2010 3:25pm
9th Dec 2010 3:25pm
Food Stamps
Not the colored bills that resembled Monopoly Money anymore,
where everyone in the store would know what they were for.
Now we're given a debit card, more dignity this way.
not as embarrassing to me that on my own I cannot pay.
Even the person behind me in line doesn't know
as I swipe my card--still stings, though.
I think of when I was rich
before I got myself into this humiliating ditch.
I had a Porsche, a boat, a summer house too,
and three girlfriends who said to me (often), I love you.
I was generous and gave them money (often)...
where everyone in the store would know what they were for.
Now we're given a debit card, more dignity this way.
not as embarrassing to me that on my own I cannot pay.
Even the person behind me in line doesn't know
as I swipe my card--still stings, though.
I think of when I was rich
before I got myself into this humiliating ditch.
I had a Porsche, a boat, a summer house too,
and three girlfriends who said to me (often), I love you.
I was generous and gave them money (often)...
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