PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 00:13am
17th Dec 2024 00:13am
Mi Noh Uo Nobaddi Nuttn
(Patois)
Winky Winky an ar tiifin son tiif mi $12,000 outa mi ouse.
Soh shi can tek dat ahn piay di lite bill weh shi sey mi uo.
Dem a squat inna di uol man yawd, an dem a live laka jangcro.
Shi love freenis, but dat a goh mek ar tun woklis.
Di wickid ooman noh piay noh rent fi bout fuo ier.
Shi a uze tiifin lite inna di plies caw shi noh wahn fi piay noh bill.
Di bad-smellin ooman uo $52,800 fi wata bill weh shi run up.
Mi nah shuo ar noh receit caw mi noh uo nobaddi nuttn.
Winky Winky an ar tiifin son tiif mi $12,000 outa mi ouse.
Soh shi can tek dat ahn piay di lite bill weh shi sey mi uo.
Dem a squat inna di uol man yawd, an dem a live laka jangcro.
Shi love freenis, but dat a goh mek ar tun woklis.
Di wickid ooman noh piay noh rent fi bout fuo ier.
Shi a uze tiifin lite inna di plies caw shi noh wahn fi piay noh bill.
Di bad-smellin ooman uo $52,800 fi wata bill weh shi run up.
Mi nah shuo ar noh receit caw mi noh uo nobaddi nuttn.
#home
#money
#son #women
#son #women
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cjpoetry
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
The Boy The Man
I reunite with a glaze in this young boys eyes, blue and wet as if his father had died.
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
#family
#father
#son
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 2:56am
14th Dec 2024 2:56am
Evan Goes To See Mom
Evan goes to see Mom.
Even though naked, Mom's got tan lines.
Evan stripped and humped Mom.
Even though naked, Mom's got tan lines.
Evan stripped and humped Mom.
#fiction
#home
#mother
#sex
#son
116 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
#Africa
#love
#marriage
#sensual
#son
71 reads
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 8:02pm
25th Nov 2024 8:02pm
May I Ask What The Freaking Hell Is Going On Out Here?!
"Keep on giving it to her" was what
Steven heard a neighbor Justin
say before going into
the backyard and seeing
his son Dax naked
and humping Joy
in front of
a film
crew.
Steven heard a neighbor Justin
say before going into
the backyard and seeing
his son Dax naked
and humping Joy
in front of
a film
crew.
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#sex
#son
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 7:57pm
25th Nov 2024 7:57pm
Last Night
He was raped by his father's girlfriend
You think I'm joking!?!?
I wish I was
You think I'm joking!?!?
I wish I was
#abuse
#minimalist
#son #TruthOfLife
#son #TruthOfLife
95 reads
7 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 7:04pm
23rd Oct 2024 7:04pm
October Poems 2024 >> a fine son
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 23
a fine son
A Birthday Psalm for my Son
Javon Andrew Phillips Bowen (b. October 23)
a fine son is a many-splendoured thing
of which the universe is proud to sing;
for from the loins of one man comes an heir
to celebrate him who, before, was there.
a fine son knows the lineage of the earth,
for in it gales the echoes of his birth,
whose dust to dustman rises from the ground
to rule, with wisdom, choices that abound
to every man...
DAY 23
a fine son
A Birthday Psalm for my Son
Javon Andrew Phillips Bowen (b. October 23)
a fine son is a many-splendoured thing
of which the universe is proud to sing;
for from the loins of one man comes an heir
to celebrate him who, before, was there.
a fine son knows the lineage of the earth,
for in it gales the echoes of his birth,
whose dust to dustman rises from the ground
to rule, with wisdom, choices that abound
to every man...
#birthday
#fatherhood
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#son
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 2:38pm
12th Oct 2024 2:38pm
Show Your Mother How You Would Pleasure Your Mate
Quick.
Take your
clothes off and
get over here
so you could show your
mother how you would be
able to pleasure your mate
after you both let yourselves
get married. And don't worry about
the camera. It's not recording now.
Take your
clothes off and
get over here
so you could show your
mother how you would be
able to pleasure your mate
after you both let yourselves
get married. And don't worry about
the camera. It's not recording now.
#dialogue
#fiction
#mother
#sex
#son
210 reads
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oldmanG
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 5:41am
3rd Oct 2024 5:41am
Brutally Honest
Brutally honest
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle...
Brutally honest
Blue eyes and blond hair
Sits and listens
To Dad butcher some great songs
Sitting on a panel of one
Judge and jury
Verdict in
Sentence Down
Doesn’t worry about feelings
Says daddy this really sucks
Maybe Breakers can be a song
A tennis ball
In a fire pit of my soul
Playing some bad guitar
Or fractured fairy tales
Being 16 in a 60 year old body
Isn’t easy on my bones
Chasing youth in the solar light
Losing a pickle...
#admiration
#father
#music #son
#music #son
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
Dad’s Tool Closet (4/3/1987)
Dad’s tool closet (4/3/1987)
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
#childhood
#father
#memories #son
#memories #son
97 reads
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
13th Aug 2024 3:05am
Forever in my Memory
I'm looking at my hands and seeing my father
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
I do this often
He was a quiet man
I wanted so much more from him
His passion
An occasional embrace
Knowledge
I'm still searching in my hands
For answers that won't come
Still I try ...
And will continue to try
There's so many answers somewhere
There was life then death
I remain focused...
#father
#love
#memories
#son
#wisdom
256 reads
32 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 7:30pm
2nd Aug 2024 7:30pm
A Tragic Life
The boy was raped by his mother's father at 8, 11 & 12 years old
She was raped by her father & uncle at 6, 9, 11 & 14 years old
A year ago, the boy's father left home for another man
The boy wants nothing to do with his mother or her family
He wants to live with them
He eventually moved in with his father & boyfriend at 16
The lifestyle was great at first until the abuse began
He never told anyone about the beatings
The time his arm was broken
Ongoing yelling through the house almost every night
The violence escalated, to...
She was raped by her father & uncle at 6, 9, 11 & 14 years old
A year ago, the boy's father left home for another man
The boy wants nothing to do with his mother or her family
He wants to live with them
He eventually moved in with his father & boyfriend at 16
The lifestyle was great at first until the abuse began
He never told anyone about the beatings
The time his arm was broken
Ongoing yelling through the house almost every night
The violence escalated, to...
#abuse
#murder
#son #violence
#son #violence
143 reads
2 Comments
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