The l
A woman I heard of had two s.
One was connected to the uterus
the other, smaller, led nowhere.
Her parents were aware of this, but
too poor to afford surgery
This was a blessing when she, as a woman
became a high-class prostitute.
Using her narrow ; one can say
in this case, smallness mattered.
She was the only hooker in the world
who at thirty was a virgin.
She married a suitable man, married him
and they had two sons.
She could now afford surgery but desisted
nothing in life is certain
Hard time could come it was good
to know she could make an income
to fall back on.
Categories:
desisted, best friend, books, business,
Form: Pastoral
The enterprise was doomed to irrevocable failure.
He looked at the board and re-examined his formulas.
The astral entities were too complicated for the earthly mind.
The fear of failure did not dampen his complicated theories.
Could it be that some abstract integral was escaping his perception?
The blemish of his calculations was just before his visage.
His aide looked on like a sentry never opening his mouth.
Then he noticed he had inserted the infinity symbol.
Where for Pete’s sake did that come from?
If he entered the machine and pulled the lever
What would be the result? The word leapt into his head.
It would be pernicious conclusion. So he desisted.
No man could traverse time to an earlier time.
8 November 2020
Placed 3
Eight word challenge 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
desisted, riddle,
Form: Free verse
The Stroll
Walking along a long road in a 1950ish industrial park
high walls and closed down factories; dark brown,
And no green weeds in pavement cracks.
At the docks all ships had left, cranes stood in silence each one
ensconced in the terrifying loneliness of the soulless that knows
of no existence.
I found the office I was looking for, needed someone to stamp
a document, it was empty I waited till light faded from pictures
of stern-faced men on photos on walls.
This place had no real sunshine; a haze hung over here
making summers a pale affair, only in August did sun
penetrate drowning shadows in a white unpleasant light.
Outside, in the street going south, there were many me,
young ones, middle aged and some were even older than
I, which I thought was a good sign and secretly smile
For a moment I felt nostalgic wanted to look back, but
desisted we had, all of us, agreed that we must walk on
Never look back as the past holds a fatal attraction.
sooner or later the road must end and open up to a vista
of olive and almond trees, lemon coloured straw, faraway
blue mountains and pastel painted summers.
Categories:
desisted, bird,
Form: Blank verse
I read poems
To my love
By poets past
Of affections timeless
But then those dusty words
Turned heated;
I must confess, I blushed;
I desisted, wherefore he
Did insist on explanation
I refused, and refused again
When he did prompt me read it
But then in his eyes was poetry
And no more were words needed
Author's Note: Do not be deceived, 18th century poetry can be GRAPHIC
Categories:
desisted, boyfriend, cute love, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Even when you lose, you win
So sit, pick a spot to choose, take a spin
When all you care about is the good and the bad
you really could only find reasons to be sad, from that mishap
its a joke;really, a knife, that stabs you, will a brutal surge of Life
So, before you choke;filling your head with smoke
cause its really quite silly, to grab and grab, merge every urge
with what you want from these folk. Well , they awoke
And their pissed..look at the list
Once again;you chose a path, you created change
you could have fell through, Ceased and desisted
Come out unchanged, unashamed, ready to exchange
But of course you missed
you couldnt resist
couldnt persist
couldnt insist, , that we coexist
No; oh no. Thats the twist.
Anyway , you get the gist
Turn your wrist, come out of the mist
Here; ill assist.
Try not to get kissed
cause People cant consist some kind of bucket list.
Thats why real men use words, instead of fists.-.-
Categories:
desisted, faith, friendship,
Form: ABC
Poetry Soup
On a stone in the forest a rusty pot full of soup, I tasted it with my
right index finger it was still warm. I felt dizzy around me darkness
descended it embraced me and I became a part of this weird mass,
without will of my own. Wind blew me around like I was in a centre
of vacuum till I lost all sense of time and place. When I woke up on
soft moss it was sunset and I saw lovely forest maids with boar tails,
their job is to protect saplings, swimming in a tarn. When they saw
me they became furious, called me a pig, got out of the water and
chased me out of their enchanted forest; all the while I was slapped
by tree twigs, scratched by thorny bushes and called a Peeping Tom.
Next day I tiptoed into the forest saw the pot of soup on a stone, but
wisely desisted a taste; the tarn was still and deep.
Categories:
desisted, nature, me, me,
Form: Blank verse
Robert MacDougal
Was frightfully frugal
And to help with his saving
Desisted from shaving
Categories:
desisted, funny
Form: Clerihew