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Premium Member The Day a Boy Became a Man

Pacing up and down, finally I yell
are we ever going to do this?
yeah, yeah, hold your horses
I’m coming he screams…

eventually he appears
dressed in a black jeans
and white tight fitted shirt
with bulges in all the right places…

gob smacked, eyes wide,
mouth hanging open
uhm where did you say
we’re going again?

to a friend’s birthday party he says
err, so you’re going dressed like that?  I ask
finding it difficult to close my mouth, still in shock…
Yep he say’s while grabbing the car keys,
as he makes his way to the door…

but you never dressed like this before
why now? I asked while running after him
the view from  behind  is even better 
I have a sudden urge to touch his bum 
half distracted I almost walk into him..

why not? Is his retort as he opens
the car door for me…
I feel tempted to touch him in a non buddy way…
Uhm do you think I’m overdress? I ask 
While fluttering my eyelashes …
nah you look stunning, he says
as he pulls out of the driveway…

still unsure what to make of the man next to me
he seems like a stranger
when did I lose my best friend?

My eyes has finally opened
my best buddy has grown up,
he became a man, 
a hot blooded male at that…

what is a girl to do?
pretend not to notice
or make a play for him 
before we hit the party,
before the vultures come out to play….
Form:


Premium Member Covered Dishes Part 2

Covered Dishes 

2

Into the tattooed tavern 
we sauntered dreamily,
squinting our delirious eyes, while
blinking rapidly, and flinching from 
the electronic glare of spit-polished mirrors,
shining as an insane sun would, 
without reflection, without resonance,
hanging on a purple breast, extending out
like a promontory of covered platters and purple dishes;
and there were young girls present 
wearing the costumes of the naked,
seeking to dance in the germ puddles,
with waxed earbuds donned, 
and eyes scanning 
for blue jean bulges, a promise, and a ring. 
Instead, they find the Shadow, 
pulsating wildly under the neon cocktail 
that oozes desperation;
they crisscross the floor, only 
to find more phony friends, and traipsing ghosts 
that hurry away, never looking, never listening.
“Ah, miss, may I buy you a white whale?
Certainly I can afford to buy you 
a moment of pointless romance.”
But she doesn’t perceive the wondrous latitude,
of that amazing moment in time, 
this hollowed babe in black heels,
just staring point blank into my eyes.
Waiting for the nod, 
the supreme tilt to aggrandizement! 
At last it arrives, as autumn sensibly arrives,
and the truth can be seen.
“I would kiss you now, miss,
here under this humming cocktail sign,
that glows its neon blood 
upon your open lips. But
Death wants another drink. Look. 
It’s waiting down the bar a ways.
It’s staring at you with mouth decidedly open;
It wants your blood in a beer glass, 
with your sea-sodden tears in a chaser.”

Premium Member A Highland Trip

I entered the hotel dining room and sat at my table for an early breakfast, watching the rain pelting against the windows, overlooking the River Clyde. Conversation was limited; more audible the clinking of crockery and cutlery. The tour leader walked in and his booming voice cut through the gloomy atmosphere as he assured us that the trip was still on; the weather forecast was encouraging.

     a senior lady
     takes second helpings...
     her bag bulges

When some time later we went out to board the coach, the rain had just about stopped. Outside the air was cold. Being people of little faith, we had donned jumpers or cardigans over our light clothes and carried raincoats over our arms. It was unwise to be caught unprepared. The tour leader was no exception!

     crossing a bridge...
     two honeymooners
     sit on separate seats

The trip from Glasgow to Oban was calculated to take about two and a half hours, but with planned stops along the way it was going to take longer. We took our first break at Loch Lomond. The rain had stopped completely, but the clouds still hovered ominously overhead. More stops at Crianlarich and Kilchurn Castle followed. In the meantime the sun was making feeble attempts at making its presence felt, and sure enough the cold air became warmer. 

     the sky, reflected 
     in large puddles...
     harebells and toadflax

When we finally arrived in Oban the clouds had dispersed, the heat increased, and thick clothing was discarded completely. A meal and a boat trip to Seal Island saw us all in high spirits. 
On the return journey our luck ran out again. Clouds and rain accompanied us to the hotel, but it did not really matter. A nice warm shower and a decent meal was something to look forward to. 
 
     unpredictable
     four seasons in one day
     I juggle saijiki

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A Haibun Contest sponsored
by Debbie Guzzi
Placed 4th
© 17th August 2017
Form: Haibun

A New Life

A New Life
When a baby is born, it's like a fresh spring day
Being a healthy one is what all parents pray 
The pain and struggle a mother indulges 
With bigger breast and stomach that bulges 
Cute as a button when they arrive 
The kicking, the moving, the feeling inside 
Men are clueless of all the pain, I'm sure 
They have no clue what women endure 
Seeing the little hands and the little people feet 
The very first look is a mother's best treat 
Cuddle the little one against her chest 
Feeding with milk from mothers breast 
Men take notice of your beautiful wife 
Who just created a beautiful life 
Hold them and hug them but not too tight 
Close to you, the feeling is right 
Hold the tiny hands rub their little feet 
Promise your love your promise to keep 
Mother and child a beautiful sight 
Not looking forward to the restless nights 
A child being born is a feeling of spring 
To create a new life is a lovely thing.

Lpickard
Copyright © William Pickard
Form: Rhyme

Lies Are Wise

Uncomfortable confronting 
your continuous consumption to which you're accustomed, 
the crunch, the chew, it's all you do, 
most munch at lunch while you the whole day through, 
can't get a grip like a hug holding you 
but when you sip it's a diet brew 
no added sugar and calories are few,
but many saturated fats are stacked 
impacting with gross growth of fat sacks,
so you boom take up too much room 
and stay still through sore joints you feel 
as you can't conceal spare tires that spill.

You've an ahss with a difference
surpassing any ahss in existence
by a significant distance
with its significant distance
disappearing in the distance
to France and French Resistance
wanting removal in an instance
with intense insistence . 

To lose weight you need to move mate. 

Eat less move more, it works for sure, 
though at first a chore 
instead of bursting out you'll once more 
fit through the door, 
and not resemble a dinosaur, 
the sore-thighs-and-a-sore-ahss-eyesore-osaurus.

All four storeys of your inglorious 
girth awkwardly bulges before us, 
taunting as you pass us at speeds 
outclassed by a passed its best tortoise,
a daunting and torturous sight    
for our poor eyes that sore 
at size you can't ignore
as your broad and soaring baggy core 
drags flab and more flab along the floor.

To dine all the time like an assembly line 
from 9 to 9 makes you the widest of mankind 
with a need to wear a wide load sign on your behind, 
eating on repeat 
until you can't see your feet 
or get out of that seat 
while hoarding heat 
roasting in rotation
as a gravitational orbit results, 
these insults should install motivational mass 
to counterweight your morbid oversized ahss,
… so yes your ahss looks fat since you asked.

Realise she hates guys that tell lies, she cries, 
so I told her she's oversized and learnt lies are wise,
don't tell her she's wide from side to side or in her thighs,
cus her size cry makes her lies cry look a lie, lies are wise.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Answer Is Blowing In the Wind

I let it slip away, oh dear
I’m blushing, I’m truly ashamed
But I farted in the staff room
Guess, my diet must be blamed!

My new healthy plant based diet
Of brassica, pulses and beans
Means my bloated tummy bulges -
Clothes are straining at the seams!

I’ve tried eating charcoal biscuits
And I never eat refried bean curry
But my gurgling gut now warns me
I’ll have to exit the room in a hurry!

I’m adamant I won’t eat meat -
I’d never touch chicken or pork
But with all the veggies I consume
Maybe my bottom requires a cork!

I LET IT SLIP AWAY Poetry Contest

Sponsored By John Lawless

05/02/23
Form: Rhyme

Mauve Picks a Winner

Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
    Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
    Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
    Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel


    Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
    Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet 
    Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility 
    Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability 


    Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
    Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
    Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
    Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres


    Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble 
    Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
    Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
    Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received



                  9th August 2022

                Written for Contest:
            Thoughts on Blackberries
                     Sponsor:
                    Matt Caliri
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Renascence

*Image of Renascence Album by SPOT.

Renascence

Dilapidated bulges bore in vain,
Counterproductive methods confirmed risk,
Drawing boards experienced once again,
Twilight oils burn onward past midnight's brisk.

The regeneration of the dormant,
The sedentary rejuvenated,
Characters clash excellent performant,
Old guards revised and emancipated.

The abandoned surrender willingly,
Causation of being its impetus,
The change serves its purpose meaningfully,
Portal outbreaks fictions of stimulus.

Energies perform on high Pegasus,
Directives laid down eyes regenesis.

2022 November 08
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 14
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 November 11
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Fancy Stress - Collaboration With the Amazing Nina Parmenter

There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!

Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers! 
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!

And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!

In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!

In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!

By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight, 
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!

There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”

On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
 
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!

Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!

Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”

Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter

3/17/18
Form: Rhyme

Sky High Silence

I hear no ambulances at night
            Secure sleep brings wishes accepted
            When the sirens are whinging
            Sanity slightly, briefly unhinging
            Silence bulges with restful respite
            Rural city living, sanctity protected


            Chatter, coo, call of bird community 
            Bud eardrum with broken two way tune
            Tickle of pigeon scale evocative
            Constant chirps mosaic cooperative
            Chime in with flight twit sweet carefree
            Siren counterpart halts song, confuses


             I hear no ambulances at night
             Tells me that little city sleeps as one
             Metropolis echoes layered havoc
             Rising pitch navigates dense traffic
             Granted nestled peace, place polite
             Midnight rest farewells sirens sung


             Comfort gained without the wonder
             Will the police chase end in tragedy? 
             Whinging sore implore of sirens
             Gradual damagable sanity expiring
             Are you able to roughly number 
             Amount of sirens you heard today?
Form: Rhyme

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