A strange looking construction
at a local market. Quite innate
So I ask. Hey
what's this building mate
Now this not so big construction
made from corrugated iron and timber poles
Being portable
there's no need to dig some holes
This stall holder
is immaculately dressed
Leather top leather shorts and thongs
leather string to tie a frontal hairy bun
Here now is the explanation this man expressed
A strong German accent
so hard to understand
Here are his words
that quickly came to hand
When he described this work piece of art
several times repeated !! A doony a doony a doony
Not comprehended he says it's a sheeeeeeeethouse
Understood!! A meeting rather foony
They will use your skin as leather
if you let them
They will peel your bones to eat your marrow
If you let them
They will rip off your scalp for a wig
If you let them
They will eat your children's guts
If you let them
They will use your skin, peel your bones, rip off your scalp, eat your children’s guts
Don’t let them.
Met my hero
wearing black leather jacket
in glossy silky glaze.
He cast deep glance to whelm me.
Proud and smart look
. in firm texture of leather
got printed on my heart.
Impression of love was sealed.
Tough and unbound,
Unrestrained by the seasons,
At the call of duty,
Not slowed down by age and time.
Dust and dampness,
They’re its foes and assailants,
It brightens when polished,
Bringing back its sheen and shine.
November 16, 2025.
Nette Onclaud,
Texture of Minimalism Poetry Contest.
Strutting in bars
Chains looped on thick rawhide belt
Gently rugged the sway
Rock - soul jigs of punk nineties.
Rhum on the side
Grip of Alpha rules the air
Branded as cool rebel -
Casting a masculine spell.
Nette Onclaud Contest:
Texture Of Minimalism
November 14 , 2025
Ropes. Chains. Restraints.
Flick of the wrist; small pink mark.
*Bites lip*.. anticipate.
Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Repeat.
Trust. Submission.
Succumb to the sensations.
Hormones rage; beg for more.
Bound, good girl.. knows her limits.
* 'Texture of Minimalism' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Entered on: 11/14/2025
The predator
glimpses prey, wicked eyes meet,
graceful legs in motion,
clad in black animal skin.
The chase is on,
round and round, o'er hill and dale.
Finally, she succumbs.
Who's prey and who's predator?
Once upon a time
I set out to write a story
about going to north Africa
arriving in Ceuta
things were all in order
but no sooner on the bus
than detected reported
ejected from escorted to
and deported 'cross the border
it was to be an expensive
soft leather-covered book
and altho' I took
more than one look
I could not find the words
would fill a tome
and so
tho' second-best
I settled for less
and instead
I wrote this pome
Dripping souls out of my skin
how many have I taken?
My self, I don't even know,
one, or two, maybe more,
swallowed their pride and joy,
taken their brides,
entered their lives,
I have invaded without permission!
Tasted their skin and wore their face,
on my face, fashion on the new level,
I wanted to be someone else,
but the skin too tight,
secrets revealed of past lives lived,
the only way to be someone
without knowing someone,
transition and transformation,
zero collaboration,
don't you want to get to know me?
Leather Chair
My leather chair shakes every time
pus-filled spots develop on
her back.To cheer Mrs Intimacy up (she wed my
old clock last spring. It was quite a good wedding, but it
was too long and I had to
sit – no slouch – at the end of
the warm hallway!) I spoil her with
all the compliments I can think of, and
all the
compliments she can handle to
make feel better one whom can’t
treat their skin disease.
black leather jacket
leading to instant judgement
thug or fancy chic
There is a young woman named Heather
who occasionally likes to wear leather
at country line dances
where she sashays and prances;
her feet are as light as a feather.
This lovely woman named Heather
looks great in her skirt made of leather,
but nevertheless
I have to confess
she looks better in the altogether!
i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my contempt for space
i speak to anyone in similar attire
in supermarket queues i've jumped
to tell a co-customer i like that
the world beard and moustache championships were postponed
due to the covid-19 pandemic
tailored jackets are in
and jacket potatoes are overrated
can't wear a fedora 'til your seventies; i
am the Fonz jumping sharks on water skis
in my leather jacket
but i'll tell you who's not cool -
the flapjack octopus
i took the kids to a magic show
i wore it there;
to show my contempt for fun
Thundering roar turns into scream
as it simply can give no more
push it on a little more
as every bit of thrill obtained
in release it drops off
as the scream quickly fades
and the pounding of the blood
to contemplate thought gives way
leather blacken by hard use
through many years once again
quickly moves to the task
presses quickly with eagerness
reset now once again
grows in new the thundering roar
quickly grows into the scream
as the blood pounds once again
wind does tear at tender flesh
streaming eyes and whipping curls
roaring off into the night
the biker goes on their ride
The chicks around here are really
Tough and mean
So mean they'd spit in your eye
Steal a babbies ice cream
And make them cry
Dressed in leathers
Riding their noisy roaring motorcycles
At speed
Terrorising the neighbourhood
With their wicked deeds
Their birds of a feather
Rebels without a cause
That stick together
Lock all your windows
And lock all your doors
People run for their lives
The outlaws frighten people all the time
I daren't tell you
What they did to my friend
It was really bad
And really sad
They may only be a mere few inches tall
And should be kept in a pen
So says their mother
Hen
Peter Dome©2024
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