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Steel Icarus
an attempt was made
It's quite a poem. 
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
Not tonight love,ya
aint getting in.no guestlist
so chips at home doll
*****
In slate grey sky autumnal excrescence I
find my self sodden and sodded off.
I steam for you, office clad-my finery is once wear only.
I'll walk and wear it. We must shine and be a s silver as the tongue
that spins grand designs on things I never did.
For you the Windsor knot I left behind
when I tied that school tie to a railing.
I'll meet your eye and and not wince at your limp sweaty palm,
that isn't the role of supplicant. For you.
aint getting in.no guestlist
so chips at home doll
*****
In slate grey sky autumnal excrescence I
find my self sodden and sodded off.
I steam for you, office clad-my finery is once wear only.
I'll walk and wear it. We must shine and be a s silver as the tongue
that spins grand designs on things I never did.
For you the Windsor knot I left behind
when I tied that school tie to a railing.
I'll meet your eye and and not wince at your limp sweaty palm,
that isn't the role of supplicant. For you.
Cloo
Banana for scale
I haven't written any for ages, just couldn't get my head around it, having written quite a lot while at university and afterwards. I wrote my first poem for ages the other week, but don't have a copy here.
This is one from about 10 years ago, about my grandfather's stone setting in Slovakia. 'Yizkor' means remembrance, and a minyan is the 10 men needed for a Jewish prayer service.
Yizkor
'Do not write'
say names of fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters;
characters of chiselled tongues.
We have come to lay a stone
over my grandfather History.
'Do not speak'
declares the stone, only:
'Remember'.
We leave that to the pebbles,
in a minyan of stony weight,
until seasons see fit to inter them again.
Their journey of inches lends the gravity of millenia
and the incedental weight of mourning.
May is iced over
with a hint of killing winters, and,
looking uphill, I see dry stone
in walls of grey teeth.
Unmoving; merely remembering.
This is one from about 10 years ago, about my grandfather's stone setting in Slovakia. 'Yizkor' means remembrance, and a minyan is the 10 men needed for a Jewish prayer service.
Yizkor
'Do not write'
say names of fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters;
characters of chiselled tongues.
We have come to lay a stone
over my grandfather History.
'Do not speak'
declares the stone, only:
'Remember'.
We leave that to the pebbles,
in a minyan of stony weight,
until seasons see fit to inter them again.
Their journey of inches lends the gravity of millenia
and the incedental weight of mourning.
May is iced over
with a hint of killing winters, and,
looking uphill, I see dry stone
in walls of grey teeth.
Unmoving; merely remembering.
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
sweat slide finger grip in your hair
nape to nuzzle as we screw
And you'll arch to me
and gasp
Slick skin half gasps I
screw my face tight like the taster from del monte saying no!
And you go limp-paid.
nape to nuzzle as we screw
And you'll arch to me
and gasp
Slick skin half gasps I
screw my face tight like the taster from del monte saying no!
And you go limp-paid.
marty21
One on one? You're crazy.
Push
the door closes
and I push
you against the
wall
and kiss you
I wish you were
wearing a skirt
so that I could
run my hands
roughly
on your warm
skin
I smell your
neck
and deeply inhale
a citrus smell
which I like
you push me
back
and we topple to the
floor
you are on top now
and I feel
you pushing
down on my chest
your hands undo
buttons on my
shirt
and then you loosen
my tie and pull it
over my head
the shirt follows
and you scratch my chest
you own me now
I run my hands
slowly
up your back
as you kiss me
and then
stop
you undress
the door closes
and I push
you against the
wall
and kiss you
I wish you were
wearing a skirt
so that I could
run my hands
roughly
on your warm
skin
I smell your
neck
and deeply inhale
a citrus smell
which I like
you push me
back
and we topple to the
floor
you are on top now
and I feel
you pushing
down on my chest
your hands undo
buttons on my
shirt
and then you loosen
my tie and pull it
over my head
the shirt follows
and you scratch my chest
you own me now
I run my hands
slowly
up your back
as you kiss me
and then
stop
you undress
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