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?
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2010 1:35pm
8th Dec 2010 1:35pm
Fence Sitting Roy
Call himfence sitting Roy.
He's married and plays it coy.
Not happy with his wife
and doesn't have the courage to change his life.
He flirts with women online
and makes dates with them to dine.
Much too afraid to show his face
and never shows up at the designated place.
Like a convictionless dilettante he remains in his purgatory;
Tells himself he's not, but a cheater is he,
and feels a thrill when the woman is stood up
and chuckles to himself as she's on her way to drink from his cup.
He thinks nothing of her pain, of her...
He's married and plays it coy.
Not happy with his wife
and doesn't have the courage to change his life.
He flirts with women online
and makes dates with them to dine.
Much too afraid to show his face
and never shows up at the designated place.
Like a convictionless dilettante he remains in his purgatory;
Tells himself he's not, but a cheater is he,
and feels a thrill when the woman is stood up
and chuckles to himself as she's on her way to drink from his cup.
He thinks nothing of her pain, of her...
1828 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2010 1:07pm
7th Dec 2010 1:07pm
My Brother
What's wrong with us, my brother?
Couldn't we break this slence and talk to each other?
Been too many years since we broke bread
and reveled in each other's company, our minds fed
with laughter and camaraderie,
sharing childhood stories and benevolent reciprocity.
We're overfifty now, nothing to compete for anymore.
I don't even remember when you shut your door,
or me, mine.
Did we even have a last line?
At this stage, my brother, who cares who was wrong?
Let us not go back into that dreadful song
of who did this or said that and...
Couldn't we break this slence and talk to each other?
Been too many years since we broke bread
and reveled in each other's company, our minds fed
with laughter and camaraderie,
sharing childhood stories and benevolent reciprocity.
We're overfifty now, nothing to compete for anymore.
I don't even remember when you shut your door,
or me, mine.
Did we even have a last line?
At this stage, my brother, who cares who was wrong?
Let us not go back into that dreadful song
of who did this or said that and...
1134 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2010 2:43pm
2nd Dec 2010 2:43pm
Yeast Is A Beast
Chlamydia (a lovely name), ghonorhea (not so good), but I long for even you,
for antibiotics would get rid of you two.
Oh that yeast infection
benign on first inspection
yet a clever, insidious and movable itch.
I know now why women call it a bitch.
Yeast is a beast.
Fiveprescriptions and it continues to feast
on me and precludes our physical intimacy.
I must hold back the slightest sexual fantasy,
for arousal makes it worse
and my penis hurts.
Hydrocortisone, nystatin ointments and homeopathic cures (applie cider...
for antibiotics would get rid of you two.
Oh that yeast infection
benign on first inspection
yet a clever, insidious and movable itch.
I know now why women call it a bitch.
Yeast is a beast.
Fiveprescriptions and it continues to feast
on me and precludes our physical intimacy.
I must hold back the slightest sexual fantasy,
for arousal makes it worse
and my penis hurts.
Hydrocortisone, nystatin ointments and homeopathic cures (applie cider...
982 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2010 6:31pm
1st Dec 2010 6:31pm
Doubtfully Optimistic
Is it universal or woman specific?
Her new man shefinds terrific.
Two days together a weekend splendid.
They make dinner, they make love, talk into the night two hearts blended.
They laugh, go for a drive and walk along the beach holding hands.
No different than other lovers in other lands.
He tells her she's beautiful and like no other woman he's known
and says it all in a believable tone.
She pulls him onto her bed,
kissing him all over andgiving himexquisite head.
Then gets on top and plunges down on him slowly, then...
Her new man shefinds terrific.
Two days together a weekend splendid.
They make dinner, they make love, talk into the night two hearts blended.
They laugh, go for a drive and walk along the beach holding hands.
No different than other lovers in other lands.
He tells her she's beautiful and like no other woman he's known
and says it all in a believable tone.
She pulls him onto her bed,
kissing him all over andgiving himexquisite head.
Then gets on top and plunges down on him slowly, then...
1020 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Dec 2010 2:08pm
1st Dec 2010 2:08pm
The Lament Of A Middle-Aged Woman
Even when I did all the work I didn't make it twitch.
One guy got angry and called me a bitch.
Another said I didn't know how to stroke a man's ego.
Now who did he think he was, Placido Domingo?
Not that the man could sing, Ridiculous, blaming me.
And I'm supposed tonurture their fragile vanity?
I'm just having no luck.
All I want is a good pussy-pounding fuck.
One guy swallowed a bottle of Cialis, but still sucked in bed.
I tried rescuing him (and failed) by attempting head.
He said nothingand got dressed instead.
What is it...
One guy got angry and called me a bitch.
Another said I didn't know how to stroke a man's ego.
Now who did he think he was, Placido Domingo?
Not that the man could sing, Ridiculous, blaming me.
And I'm supposed tonurture their fragile vanity?
I'm just having no luck.
All I want is a good pussy-pounding fuck.
One guy swallowed a bottle of Cialis, but still sucked in bed.
I tried rescuing him (and failed) by attempting head.
He said nothingand got dressed instead.
What is it...
993 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2010 00:53am
1st Dec 2010 00:53am
What happened, Joseph?
Now turning fifty, she reflects on her life,
wondering if she might have been his wife.
Perhaps if she had done something differently,
her archetypal man would have remained in her arms sweetly,
and been hers and only hers--I should have complimented him more.
Oh, Joseph, was I not (in bed) a pleasing whore?
Where could I have gone wrong?
Suddenly you stopped singing me your song.
That Saturday, indelibly imprinted on my memory,
you were supposed to come over for dinner, bringing, of course, all your wit and badboy reverie.
I...
wondering if she might have been his wife.
Perhaps if she had done something differently,
her archetypal man would have remained in her arms sweetly,
and been hers and only hers--I should have complimented him more.
Oh, Joseph, was I not (in bed) a pleasing whore?
Where could I have gone wrong?
Suddenly you stopped singing me your song.
That Saturday, indelibly imprinted on my memory,
you were supposed to come over for dinner, bringing, of course, all your wit and badboy reverie.
I...
939 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2010 00:19am
1st Dec 2010 00:19am
Why I Love Your Ass
It's an exquisite ass, full, apple-like too;
squeezable, delectable, so glad it belongs to you.
Oh, so fine,
and loving it because it's also mine.
An ass for the ages,
the apotheosis of asses, an ass's ass, would say the sages.
Just to look at it causes in me a delightful stir.
Such a powerful lure.
To grab it, feel it, oh how it excites me
and arouses my sexuality.
To watch you move around makes me feel like the lord of the manor.
Could I offer you any more candor?
Just the sight of whether clothed or not
makes me feel oh, so...
squeezable, delectable, so glad it belongs to you.
Oh, so fine,
and loving it because it's also mine.
An ass for the ages,
the apotheosis of asses, an ass's ass, would say the sages.
Just to look at it causes in me a delightful stir.
Such a powerful lure.
To grab it, feel it, oh how it excites me
and arouses my sexuality.
To watch you move around makes me feel like the lord of the manor.
Could I offer you any more candor?
Just the sight of whether clothed or not
makes me feel oh, so...
17178 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Nov 2010 1:06pm
30th Nov 2010 1:06pm
Sorry, Ladies, Generic won't do
Pulling the panties off, always exciting, but what do I see?
Oh, no, another generic pussy.
What is it with these women regressing into pre-pubescence?
Such mendacity, the sameness of them all with this sacrilegious clearance.
Whatever happened to diversity, that individual scent?
Since primordial times, honey, the veritable bush is what nature meant.
That original rain forest, the wild and delectable morass.
Oh, to breath it in, to touch it, to look at it, to lay my cheek upon this v-shaped patch of grass.
But now gone. Is this the result...
Oh, no, another generic pussy.
What is it with these women regressing into pre-pubescence?
Such mendacity, the sameness of them all with this sacrilegious clearance.
Whatever happened to diversity, that individual scent?
Since primordial times, honey, the veritable bush is what nature meant.
That original rain forest, the wild and delectable morass.
Oh, to breath it in, to touch it, to look at it, to lay my cheek upon this v-shaped patch of grass.
But now gone. Is this the result...
1049 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Nov 2010 12:23pm
30th Nov 2010 12:23pm
Welcome Pilgrims, And How May We Help You?
Happy Thanksgiving?
Better yet, a lamented misgiving.
Those Puritanical cast-outs
persecuted in England; in turn persecuted others while suffering bouts
of sanctimony and delusional clarity
who brought with them their diseases and Born-Again insanity
and the Native Americans more Christian than the Pilgrims greeted them with kindness
and saved them from starving, such a pure single-mindedness.
And they did it in the name of no Deity,
and with no Providence at their shoulder, but to change those weary voyager's lugubrious reality,
...
Better yet, a lamented misgiving.
Those Puritanical cast-outs
persecuted in England; in turn persecuted others while suffering bouts
of sanctimony and delusional clarity
who brought with them their diseases and Born-Again insanity
and the Native Americans more Christian than the Pilgrims greeted them with kindness
and saved them from starving, such a pure single-mindedness.
And they did it in the name of no Deity,
and with no Providence at their shoulder, but to change those weary voyager's lugubrious reality,
...
768 reads
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