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Long poem by Teppo Gren | Details

BIO T J GREN part 04 02 A dream come true

June 1975, Mount Druitt, Sydney, Australia

The autumn of 1975 went by with me concentrating on my university studies. I had also found a job as a builder’s laborer on a construction site.
At the end of June the Western Suburbs Finnish Club held their customary mid-summer night dance. In Australia it was winter, but in Finland the mid-summer at the end of June was a time for celebration. It marked the beginning of summer. It was in order to keep this tradition alive that the Wests club orga-nized a mid-summer night dance annually. I naturally attended the dance function as I did all the dances held by the club. Although there were not many girls of my age attending these functions it was still always nice to be with other Finns. This time there were two new girls at the dance. I had seen one of them from a distance the previous Sunday at baseball practice. I was attracted to her so when I got the chance I asked her for a dance: or was it that she asked me?

I found out from her that her name was Johanna and that she was the sister of Marko, who was in our folk dancing group. Her friend with her was an Aussie girl she knew. Every now and then the two of them would disappear outside for a while. During the evening I danced with her again and again when-ever I had a chance. Later in the evening whilst dancing with her she started pressing her body closer to mine and then she kissed me passionately on the lips right there in the middle of the dance floor. I felt somewhat embarrassed with other people watching us, including my mother, but better still I felt the pleasure of her kiss and feeling her body close to mine. This was the closeness I had hoped to feel for so long. This was the first time I had kissed a girl since kissing Linda at the age of thirteen six years earlier.

Johanna was quite nice looking. She had blonde shoulder length straight hair and a round face with nice features. She had a lovely smile and beautiful lips. Her breasts were well formed and slightly above av-erage in size. She was five feet five inches tall and had a nice, womanly figure with soft curves.

Johanna was a year and a half younger than me. She was seventeen, turning eighteen within a few weeks in August. Her star sign was Leo. Her family, apart from Marko, lived in Western Australia in Perth. She had only just come to Sydney a couple of weeks earlier and was staying at Marko’s place. I ended up driving her home and staying the night. Since Marko and his wife, Petra, knew me, they had no objec-tion for me to stay overnight instead of driving home to Mount Druitt. They liked me and they would’ve been quite happy to see me becoming an item with Johanna. The apartment they lived in wasn’t all that big, and a bed was made for me in the same room with Johanna. Marko made a passing comment before we retired that if he was me it wouldn’t take him long to slip into Johanna’s bed. I thought he was only joking and didn’t make much of it. I was a gentleman and I would take my time before imposing myself sexually on a girl. Nevertheless I enjoyed the long, intimate French kiss Johanna gave me before we went to sleep.

We spent the next day together and we started dating. She also joined our Wednesday evening folk dancing practice. Since Rita had stopped coming to folk dancing a few weeks after Easter, I still didn’t have a partner until now. And what a partner I had: my girlfriend. At the time when I met and became acquainted with Johanna I was still working as a builder’s laborer at the building site in Parramatta whilst I was also attending university. I was still able to make time to see Johanna. She was living in Summer Hill near Parramatta Road and it was on my way home from the university so on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I had Uni, I would try to get away early in order to see her. And of course we saw each other on Wednesdays for folk dancing practice and on the weekends.

Although Johanna was younger than me she had a lot more experience in adult life. She told me that she smoked dope and that’s why she went outside with her friend at the mid-summer night dance: to have a joint. She said that she couldn’t take the Finnish dancing without being high. Looking back I was totally inexperienced in everything when it came to learning the adult life and relationships. That was not a sur-prise considering my secluded life during my adolescence.

We spent as much time together as we could. On the weekends we would drive around in Sydney, stop somewhere at a park and walk along holding hands, and kiss gently every now and then. I didn’t worry about the little flaws which I considered that Johanna had; meaning smoking cigarettes, drinking and smoking dope. I was falling in love. This was the answer to all my dreams. I had a girlfriend of my own with whom I could share time with, and eventually go further. She was also a lot more experienced with kissing which wasn’t hard because I didn’t have any experience at all. She would kiss me softly and then with more passion, leading to French kiss. Sometimes she would suck on my lower lip. Alt-hough it was exciting it wasn’t all that pleasant as it also hurt a bit. She also gave me love bites and I learnt to do the same to her.

I was still being a gentleman and didn’t impose on her even though we had been dating for couple of weeks. I wanted to honor her and move slowly, meaning that I didn’t make any sexual advances, alt-hough I was very attracted to her and wanted to do so. Boy, was I naïve. To me everything was clear, black and white: we would court for a while before moving into a more deep involvement and then eventually we would get engaged and married: simple. To me it didn’t make a difference when we would move further to a sexual relationship. Johanna was my first girlfriend and I didn’t want anything spoiling our relationship. I felt deeply for her and looked forward to building a future with her.

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by William J. Jr. Atfield | Details

My Daughter The Need A walk from the dark side, into the darkness

My Daughter

My beautiful Daughter, walks life’s paths alone,
She does so, by design – not of hers – on her own.
She travels heavily !, from place to empty space,
from space to vacant place – in what kind of race?
A race towards where ?, towards what I do not know,
for, to me – an  age and place beyond – she does not show
where it is, - where she wants her future  to go
if ?, going anywhere – accomplishing - is a guiding
force in her life, seeking out, chasing after lightening.

There are times, when I hear, in my words
the sounds of need, – empty in their experience –
looking for some of what has been offered.
What has been offered, I see, it is not meant for me.

The Need

I keep being dragged back into this nightmare,
a nightmare ?, so I am lead to believe, could it be ?
Within the stories, the tone, I hear, I perceive it to be
but have to wonder ?, is it ?, really but a dream
that can find no reality on this plane , never comes true,
therefore it truly is !, becomes the nightmare.
In the words that tell, I see, I hear, I feel
the sword that plunges deep, with which to defend,
to destroy the foe – the lover – a man not to know
yet not forgotten, not left alone, not let go of.
He - the nightmare – is always there, he doesn’t care,
he is a rotting residue in, a part of life’s moments.
He is your nightmare, in your dreams, in every waking hour!
These sad eyes see, these sensitive ears, in pain, hear the pain,
this old heart feels, but this useless blade, – a knife that hides
within my, closed mouth – seems not able to cut away at the ties
that bind you to life’s strife – to the nightmare.
Could it be unfulfilled desires ?, unrealized dreams ?

What has taken forty nine life times to create,
might be attributed to nature, nurturing or fate,
but may not be digested, accepted, understood or dissipated.
Regardless of the words, the meaning, what else can be stated ?
I know that in forty nine hour days, my thoughts my feeling
will never find a way to reach out and touch a solid ceiling
and so, in my many words, in my actions, I pray
that it all can be set aside, and all can be put away.

A walk from the dark side, into the darkness.

Little, to nothing could this impotent old man / dad offer
his Child, his oldest Daughter, in so much need.
Nothing could he bestow upon his Child, or his lover,
with her insecurities, doubts, his insatiable greed,
and so, escape not, she walks along with his need
as it has been something he has decreed.
Oh !, how remiss to leave them on their own, to agree
to their coarse, a course that could take them on
to complete the journey they started, then gone.

Time, enough !, distance is past 
Time to stop !, turn around at last
and face what the outcome will be.
Open eyes, a new beginning to see.
May I leave sun set’s path, face the sun rise
coming through that black velvet screen before me
with it’s spattered, day-glow dots, all aglow
opening inner sanctum doors, allowing me to know.

Thoughts for me, alternative for them flash before my mind.
What will they do ?, am I being so unkind ?
Will one, the other or both be bussed back to Ontario ?
As I walk back to the room, I ponder the scenario ? 
Will we ( all three ) carry on with our little adventure
into the canyons and gorges, the city of all nights lights
– the city where angels never sleeps – I cannot be sure ?,
sure if they will end their – for my attention – fights.
Will we see the city ?, where one man built his fantasy,
walk among dreams brought to life, a fun reality 
of cartoon characters, animated for the child in us
or in the end, to Ontario on a Greyhound bus ?
Will we see stars ?, stars on a walk, in the city of angels
At this juncture, what will be the story one tells ?
Will the Golden Gate carry us ?, will we ride the hills ?,
on their steel rails, tell tales of all our thrills ? 
Will we end these moments in gods country ?, 
the city of the British, the salmon run, a hollow tree,
mountains, bays, bears, a Princess, poetess gone to ash,
her rhyme, this forth cousin of mine, they did stash,
hidden from obvious view, in the woods of Stanley park,
where few knew, and for a hundred years, lay in the dark.
Many know not where Native, folk lore doth reside ?
In her books, hand in hand and side by side,
along with as many nationalities as there are nations.
In this place, women brought to life her creations.

Before I leave this bleak walk, in the arms of this black night,
My thoughts are, hope that all will come out all right,
when one of those day glow dots, in that black velvet sky,
all a glow, took off, streaked south, caught my eye
as it crossed the heavens, fast as the speed of light,
in the pattern of a Zed, then disappeared from sight.

( Strange !!!, this speck of star light, it’s unusual flight
as it star-ts out from nothing, speeds south on a 
horizontal plane, pauses a split second, reverses direction,
drops down vertically, on an angle northward, towards a point
where it started out, again paused for a split second, then, 
on a horizontal plan, zipped south before disappearing into star,
in the starry back drop from whence it took life, for a moment. )

This story, – twenty five years old – in rhyme, comes to life,
for a brief moment, from a memories hoard, rife
with so many stories hidden from sight 
coming from rhyme - into light.

B. J.“A ” 2
May 30th 2002

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Funom Makama | Details

He said, I said

How the housefly gets attracted to organic decay and an infant child traces the voice of its mother are nothing compared to the intense attraction Michelle and I possess on the guy owning not a strand of hair on his head but is in command of all forms of feminine arousal Our weakness was too glaring; our lust, too embarrassing the chance to act rare and expensive we've lost. All we've got is to dance to the tune of his authority as he smiled and consented to our 'not so hidden' desires. Now, he walks straight at us his every step, an additional load on me I seem to carry the entire solar system on my chest. My heartbeat, pulsations and breath are as loud as a live rock band "I've never seen you here is this your first time?"......... He said "Yeah, actually!".................. I said. My friend and I responded simultaneously our answers gushing out like a group of running horses, mine seem to carry more weight as it tames any challenge from hers. "So, how did two love Angels fall in such an unworthy place as this?"......... He said "How unworthy?"........................................... I Said. I've championed the game of words and emotions and just as what inevitably defines the day is sunlight so is my testament. Michelle showed glimpse of disapproval to my replies but my exclamation of her name gave adequate caution. "yes, this place is unworthy, because I need to pass through seven Oceans and seven hills to see someone like you"........... He said. "Then you'll never find me there. I'm not a specie going extinct." ............................ I Said. The gods of luck have smiled on the Lions once again in preference to other cats. The father of favour, shaking hands with the Eagle while by-passing the other birds. This is my exact situation as jealousy builds a castle in my friend's heart. "So, what's your name, sweet damsel?"...... He said. "Anna"........................................................ I said. This is a familiar routine, his plan is as detectable and as obvious as watered grass but letting it turn green is what I must not allow so that the security of my reputation is not compromised. "Anna is a lovely name, do you like poker?"........ He said. "No, I don't!"........... I said. The looks of my friend, spoke 'awe' mine replied in aggression then she flowed in complete understanding on its message on not acting cheap especially to the one we've shown so much likeness. "So what do you like?".......................He said. "Going out to the Cinema or the beach or engaging in salsa".......................... I said. Already scoring goals and dominating the game, I felt my opponent was completely toothless and flattened. But playing along is my aim to make him beg on his knees which adds to my fame. "Can we try any of those sooner?"......................... He said. "How do you mean?"............................................... I said. Another punch brings about another shield and sometimes a strong defence feels more fulfilling than a heavy attack. "Let's go out to the movies this night"............. He said. "I'm busy tonight!"........................................... I said. It feels like punishment to him but he takes it like a challenge and this keeps me far from winning. Being on top is my birth right and a step lower is deemed a sacrilege. "What about going to the beach this weekend?".................. He said "I'll be out of town"................................................................. I said. Persistence could be rewarding but my protective walls are just too thick for any form of penetration; too high for any form of infiltration and too deep for any form of condemnation. "Then, when would you be free to teach me Salsa?"............................ He said. "I'm not stable, neither can I determine my free time"..................... I said. The game of attack and defense is never absolute as the attacker may fall victim of a rare counter attack or the defender, gets wary of his defense with no chance to pull an offensive string. Either, ending up as the vanquish despite the brilliant strategies being set up. "Michelle, are you also unstable like Anna?"...... He said "What!"............................................................... I said. Envy plans on a historic transfer while my friend poised not an aota of difficulty and this makes me extremely furious. She was just at the corner waiting for this opportunity and even before it avails itself, she snatches it into her well guided belongings. Looking at both in confusion and disappointment; they share contacts and crack jokes. "I'll give you a call this evening".................. He said Nothing I said because now, Michelle is running the show.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details


Honesty speaks through me
I love you, my modest friend 
Innocence and elegance I see
When you and I, like coffee and cream, blend
You're relevant to me day in and day out
You're a friend and a foe some say
But you are so much more than what they say no doubt
I'm your night and you're my day 

You are like a soaring bird in flames...you ain't playing games
Ignore the ignorant and their throwing up of cruel names
I-I-I adore your awesomeness
Know that I-I-I can't deny or lie that you are giving in to your insecure darkness
Just know that I love you
Buddy, I care for you too 
Just know that I like you 
Not the way you do...
What you do to me...I can't say 
But, you're aawesomee every single day 

Lately, I have been thinking about yahyahyah 
Frankly, I have missed yah but you're like blahblahblah
For everything I say or do 
For you
TMI too 
TMI too 

Ahhhh hmmmm 
Ahhhh hmmhmmm 
Ahhhh hmmmm
Ahhhh yeah yeah yeah

Know that you are clever
Don't ever say whatever 
Know that you are awesome
Forget the haters, love the lovers
Forgive your enemies and hang or with believers
You are amazing...
You are grazing 
In your own maze,
Caught in a fantasy gaze
You are more than what meets the eyes
I can fantasize you and I and how time flies

You were once so insecure
Your fury was your own cure
You are cute in your own ways
But, darling, I'm going through those up and down days
Just know that I love you
Buddy, I care for you too 
Just know that I like you 
Not the way you do...
What you do to me...I can't say 
But, you're aawesomee every single day 

Lately, I have been thinking about yahyahyah 
Frankly, I have missed yah but you're like blahblahblah
For everything I say or do 
For you
TMI too 
TMI too 

Ahhhh hmmmm 
Ahhhh hmmhmmm 
Ahhhh hmmmm
Ahhhh yeah yeah yeah

Know that you are clever
Don't ever say whatever 
Know that you are awesome
Forget the haters, love the lovers
Forgive your enemies and hang or with believers
You are amazing...
You are grazing 
In your own maze,
Caught in a fantasy gaze
You are more than what meets the eyes
I can fantasize you and I and how time flies

Damn, what I've become all these years without you-you-you,
Abiding by my side...now, you're subsiding by my side boohoo
Excuse my French, but I hate that I love you still
Excuse the stench that negativity spreads on me...I'll sit back and take a chill pill if I will 
I'm positively sure you will be in my heart for eternity 
I'm negatively sure you will depart from me out of jealousy
Just know that I adore you
Buddy, I despise you not too 
Just know that I feel for you  
Not the way you do...true or not true
What you do to me...I can't say 
But, you're aawesomee every single day 
In every wild, reckless way
Smile on, Dawn
Frown not, Dusk

Lately, I have been thinking about yahyahyah 
Frankly, I have missed yah but you're like blahblahblah
For everything I say or do 
For you
TMI too 
TMI too 

Ahhhh hmmmm 
Ahhhh hmmhmmm 
Ahhhh hmmmm
Ahhhh yeah yeah yeah

Know that you are clever
Don't ever say whatever 
Know that you are awesome
Forget the haters, love the lovers
Forgive your enemies and hang or with believers
You are amazing...
You are grazing 
In your own maze,
Caught in a fantasy gaze
You are more than what meets the eyes
I can fantasize you and I and how time flies

You ain't ugly, my baby
You ain't cruel...or bull
You ain't nothing to me
You give me faith fuel
I need you badly
I want you sadly
You're not taken,
But I'm forsaken 
I can't say no to you
I can say yes to you
But nothing more or less
I'm such a horrid mess
Being in my skin 
Hurts me from deep within
Hands up in the sky,
My wings of flight
You are human and I know why
We are up tonight
You're beautiful 
You're handsome
You're wonderful 
You're not dumb like some 
You're not hideous
You're attractive
You're sexy and free and we're on the same rowdy bus
I'm actively in love with you
Out of the orange-blue
Free or not, you are mine
You are my cheese and wine
And that's not all 
You and I, together, will stand tall
If you fall, I catch you
If I fall, you catch me
Baby, do stay oh so true
Be my love and fulfill my ecstasy

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by John Arribas | Details



My first french kiss; I was lanky, skinny, barely fifteen
I had the hots for the popcorn girl, she was eighteen
She made and sold the popcorn at the Strand Theater
Our mutual attraction each day I felt grew greater
In my own awkward style, I complimented her each day
So inexperienced, searching for the right words to say

To beguile and convince her, that I was a serious beau
She treated me more like brother and yet although
There was some kind of attraction between this duo
She always smiled and made an effort to let me know
That she liked me and enjoyed the attention I gave
To hold her and kiss her was my intensifying crave

Being a novice at wooing, I was floundering at times
She found it amusing even enjoyed my inept designs
In time she began to edge closer each time we met
In her own subtle way, she was being quite the coquette
I was elated the first time she touched me, as we spoke
She may not have known the desires instantly provoked

Then one day she asked. Would you like to kiss me ?
I gulped and thought, oh god, you’ve answered my plea
I get a 20 minute break at 6:30 go to the left, last row
Last seat and wait, I’ll be there, but I want you to know
This is just between us, you must promise not to tell
Anyone we meet this way, I don’t want rumors to swell

Here I am, kiss me, I reached over and gently kissed her
She smiled and said in my ear, Johnny, I’m not your sister
Her mouth was wet n warm her tongue brushed my lips
Moving back and forth with occasional penetrating dips
I responded mimicking her lingual sensual actions
Each oral encounter erased any outside distractions

It seemed that, we two, never tired of being kissed
Participating willingly, incessantly in an erotic tryst
We would kiss,  kiss again with relentless abandon
Kisses were long and deep evoking untethered passion
Hands would stray occasionally in heat of the moment
A hard bite to the lip would force rapid postponement
French kiss (20)

When kissing she’d press herself against my chest
Her warm and tantalizing mouth had me possessed
That all came to an abrupt stop one afternoon
While we discussing the 6:30 hour approaching soon
As I spoke to her near the popcorn machine
I was confronted by an airman, angry and mean

So you’re the guy that’s been bothering my girl
She said, no I’m not, I saw his fists beginning to curl
You can’t take advantage of her, I’ll see you outside
She said you’ll get hurt, An infringement to my pride
In front of the box office, we drew a large crowd
He cursed and berated, called me coward out loud 

I threw a straight right to the jaw, left hook to the head
He dropped straight down crumpled, I thought he was dead
A crowd had gathered exiting the show, among them a cop
I don’t know what’s is going on here, but its going to stop
The airman was sitting on the curb asking what happened?
A man in the crowd yelled, my boy, you just got flattened

Cop looked at me n asked how old are you? I said fifteen
Airman said twenty three. So what has caused this scene?
Louis, the doorman said. It’s the popcorn girls fault
She played them both, she’s the cause of this assault
The girl upon hearing the accusation ran back inside
The cop said you two must now immediately decide

Your choices are: kids a minor, he can press a charge
You’re in the air force this could cause you a discharge
My advice is, both button your lips, close your mouth
Airman, I want to see you head north, kid you go south
The Strand Theater manager banned me for a month
The popcorn girl embarrassed quit a few days later

This is a true story, few minor changes were made to meet the rhyme
My name is John Arribas. The girl was Barbara. Louis was the ticket taker. Mr. Waldorf the theater manager. The airman was Virgil. The Strand Theater was located at 3050 N.W. 7 Avenue, Miami. Florida. This event took place in march 1948. 





Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Jordan Hedgepeth | Details

A skateboarders new lust for love

Im going to tell you a story about a skateboarder who thought he was destined to only love skateboarding. Not to long ago there young man who was missing something in his life years and years went by and he couldn't find out what it was until one day he was walking down the street and seen this goddess walking he thought to himself is this love at first sight I gotta have her she must be my wife so when she walked passed him he said "excuse me but have anyone told you that beautiful is of the essence and your looking like a real blessing" she smiled and responded "have anyone told you today you have a georgics smile" he was shocked by her answer that he asked her "you wanna go grab some lunch or some dinner it's really don't matter cause if I walk in anywhere with you I'm winning" she smiled and asked for my phone dialed her number then pressed call her phone started ringing in her purse then she hung up and said " I gotta go to work but dinner sounds perfect so I'll text you around the time I'll be getting off" he smiled and said "ok ok for a woman like you I'll wait but before you go beautiful what's your name"? She said "my name is Alexus what is yours" he said "my name is Jordan but I'm no mike I'll tell you more about my profession tonight" Alexus smiled and said "ok I'll see you later then" Jordan responded "it's a date" they gave each other a hug than parted ways. Soon as he got out of her sight his phone ranged with a text message saying hey you can tell he was in love by the look on his face later on at dinner he kept telling hisself "Jordan sit up straight" then he looked at her face smiled and says "you have to be a model cause your beauty doesn't age" Alexus replied "haha no sorry I'm a nurse in training" Jordan face lit up and he said "that's great because I be skating on a board I can flip if I show you'll stand in amazement questioning yourself how can he make it leave the ground and stay under his feet well I'll tell you it's a secret to the key only thing I've been doing is working hard and believing" Alexus said "hard work beat talent when talent doesn't pay off" by the time Jordan looked down he already finished his plate the waiter came with the check Alexus grabbed it before he could then said "dinner is on me" Jordan was amazed by the look upon his face cause this was the first time that one of his dates payed then he said "nights still young wanna grab a movie then can you drive me home I'll explain in your car why I don't have my own" she laughed and said "okay" so they got in her car and Jordan said"well I travel a lot skating and it was a hassle to keep up and pay for things outta state so I just gave up on a car I use my skateboard to travel in the city" she laugh and said "that's cute" they went to the movies and got some food then she took him home but it didn't end there cause they were sitting in her car talking then Jordan said " you're so beautiful I love your hair your eyes are pretty your attitude is not shitty all in trying to say is will you please go out with me"? Alexus said "is that really how you feel about me if so then you're my husband cause I'm done with boyfriends they are just temporary" Jordan cut her off and say "I want you wake up to you every morning normally I don't tell my feelings cause they real boring but with you they feel so important I would give you a ring but honestly I can't afford it" Aleux said"that's the sweetest thing I ever heard of course I would want to be your girl, just promise me that you won't crush my world cause in the past it always start off you're a pretty girl" Jordan said "let me stop you their only thing I called pretty was your hair I said you're beautiful it's a different the past is the past we are living in the present I can't see my future but I want you to be in I don't know what a one night stand is cause all my nights consist of kickflips but to come home see you and get a kiss would be the best gift God has ever give" with that being said she gave him a kiss and that's how a skateboarders new love began

Copyright © Jordan Hedgepeth | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Lindley | Details

Steal the Kiss, By Wily Means

Steal the Kiss, By Wily Means

She had just turned 17 and I had loved her since she was fifteen!
She had long, long dark brown hair, was prettier than newborn pups and had a smile that melted my heart!
Softest voice in the world and a genuine love for caring for others!
I was a year younger and very shy but we had over that two year time talked often .
I could tell she liked me but I was too afraid to mess it up by going too far too fast.
And there it is folks, that 'ole fear that holds so many back--fear of rejection and/or of messing up a good thing. When one thinks the treasure is or could be theirs one day they are careful not to blow things. And often being too damn careful is the culprit that blows it all to hell.

As things progressed(ever so slowly) I noticed this gorgeous girl had no boyfriend and had turned down cold those that had boldly asked her out ! That had to be a sign she had somebody else on her mind!
To play it safe I began a long range plan . To get the curious cat I told her I had two big secrets I could never tell anyone in the world! I brought this up every time we talked and finally she started asking me to tell her!

That was exactly what I wanted yet I played it out a few weeks more. Until finally I knew she was bursting to find out.
My Pandora plan had worked like a charm.She was in a tizzy to find out those secrets!
Then the time came.. We were alone in her backyard, no soul about other than we two. I mentioned my secrets again.
 She begged me to please confide in her. 

Thats when I did it , tripped the trigger so to speak. I boldly declared it will cost you for me to tell.
Without missing a beat she asked , cost me what?
Eureka! I knew the bait had been taken ! I then very shyly said it is embarrassing for me to say what. She persisted . 
I then said , ok, will cost you a kiss! She was surprised but took it in stride. She then said ok, if thats all I'll do it! 
But only if you tell me the big secrets. I agreed to that and suddenly she planted a big one right on my lips,
putting a lot into it as she hugged me !
Like finding a pot of gold, I was suddenly a billionaire in love..
Then it came-- what are those secrets?
I smiled and said this, first one is -"I have been desperately wanting to kiss you for two long years"!
She laughed and then asked, "and the second secret is"?
I came back with this, "and I was wondering if it would as great as I imagined it would be"!
"Well, was it she shot back"? I could only nod like a red-face young fool. 

She was floored methinks. She blushed and then came the sweetest gift of all. She grabbed me and kissed me long and hard!
She then laughed and said, " I have been waiting for you to make the first move for a long, long time. What took you so long"?

Thats when it hit me, fear of losing, fear of rejection sho' makes a lot of people lose out on a lot of time! Time that could have been put to much better use!

Later that day I apologized for my tricking her into the kissing deal.
She then shocked me by her reply.
"I was sure it was something about you and me, most likely that you wanted for us to be a couple, go steady or yes even kiss. 
I played along(--get this folks--) because I did not dare act too fast with you because I did not want to lose a good thing"!
Thats when I found out, when it comes to love , the gals are light-years ahead of we guys yet even they succumb to fear!

Fear can be a good thing but far too often it holds us back. Facing that fear and conquering it should be a well practiced policy
in life. Lucky for me that I later put that all to good use. As I had a great longing to date "almost" every beautiful and sexy gal I met ..
But that story is for another day.

Note: As promised from my first narrative here is the one about the stolen kiss.
I use the word stolen  but really it was only a bit of wily planning on my part..
Later found out the pretty gal was smarter than I on this stuff..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Teenage Frustrations | Details

I Hate

I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember me for my really *****y times
I hate that the real *****es hate me
I hate being cautious so they don’t ***** about me

I hate that I cry over everything
I hate that people know I cry over everything
I hate that I hide from them anyway
I hate that they actually don’t care 

I hate the fact that my brother is leaving home next year
I hate the fact that I cried when he told me that
I hate the fact that I hid my tears from him
I hate the fact that he’s all I really have left

I hate my father for making me feel like he doesn’t care about me
I hate my mother for making me feel like she picked him over me
I hate that my brother had to look after me when they couldn’t be bothered
I hate that, in my eyes, they don’t deserve to be called mum and dad

I hate that when I was younger I had to run away from my father
I hate that my mother and brother left me by myself that day
I hate that they left me closer to my father
I hate that they went somewhere I would have felt safer

I hate that I feel like my friends are slowly fading away from me
I hate that I feel like I’m a third wheel
I hate that I feel like my friend’s don’t trust me
I hate that I feel like I can’t trust my friends

I hate the feeling of loneliness
I hate that I read books to escape to a world better than mine
I hate that I write to create a better life than my own
I hate that people want to invade that one heaven I invented

I hate that people ask me why I made Katy Clover Taylor
I hate that I had to make a role model for myself
I hate that she is the person I desperately want to be
I hate that she is the one thing I will never live up to

I hate that I feel like my grades would grasp my families attention
I hate that feeling of disappointment when I get a bad grade
I hate feeling like I have to live up to an expectation to hold their attention
I hate that I am relied on because of my grades

I hate that I am an older mind trapped in a younger body
I hate that I am limited in what I can do because of my age
I hate not being trusted upon
I hate people treating me as a kid

I hate not telling people how I feel
I hate hiding behind an invisible barrier
I hate not being able to share how I feel with people
I hate being scared that they won’t care.

I hate people judging me
I hate judging people
I hate that feeling of giving up
I hate the feeling of losing when I didn’t give up

I hate the choices I have made
I hate that nobody thinks I can live up to my dream
I hate people thinking they are so much better than me
I hate the fact that they are right

I hate that I will never make a good girlfriend
I hate the fact I know nobody would fall for me
I hate knowing that no one would help me pick up my life
I hate that it has fallen apart

I hate hurting the people I love
I hate them not loving me anymore
I hate knowing that what I would do would hurt people
I hate the fact I do it anyway

I hate knowing that I do all of this
I hate knowing I hate all of this
I hate trying to change it
I hate that I am not able to change it

I hate that I try not to give up hope
I hate knowing all hope is lost
I hate that I still try and cling to it anyway
I hate knowing I failed at that too

But most of all

I hate not being able to express this until now
I hate that this still won’t change a thing
I hate thinking that it still might
I hate knowing that no one cares

Copyright © Teenage Frustrations | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Olufemi Oloye | Details



I've witnessed seasons
Year in year out
I've seen faces dark and fair
I've met pple strangers and known
Many of a kind, humble and arrogant
I've met, meeting and still gonna meet

Not all the thick clouds is for rain
Not all the bright skies bring sunshine
Not all the springs give fountains
Not even all the smiling faces give you joy

I'm lucky to see a face that gave me joy
A face that gave me reason to smile
A name that sticks to my mouth and lines my heart
Not just a face, but a beautiful one at that

We may be new in days
Even strangers in a far land
But we found our roots
And chose to stick tugeda
We chose to be tugeda
And tugeda we remain

Our moments tugeda had bn rosier 
Moments we can describe as a dash to the moon
Moments memorable like a dinner in the air
Moments of smiles and laughters
Moments we feel like babies and pets in each other's hands
These are moments second to none in our histories. 
They live and shall live in it till eternity. 

Moment has come again Moment of test and and trials
Moments we stretch our hands and no one to hold
Times we lay and no head to place on my chest
Times no finger to cuddle my nipples nor the tongue to make me feel awe and Waohhhhhh

Moments I wish you whisper into my ears for me to feel that sensational feels down my nerves
Moments I wanna be overwhelmed by your presence
Moments I wanna be drenched with your kisses
Moments to stick you your blossom like my life depends on it

These are the moments I dread and scared of
These are the moments I wish could pass over
Moments I wish I could speak and make it pass
Moments when silence ll send tears down my cheek and leave me speechless

Leave me not without breath
Leave me not with the unrest
Leave me not when I need you
Lemme not scream too loud before you hear my voice
Speak to me in that language I understand
Scold me not to bring me down
Correct me in love and affection
Make me feel loved and needed
Make my mind reach you each time I search for you

My heart goes with you
Likewise it delights in you as u depart
Such as delighted as I was when you gave me your heart
Shade me, never shame me
Rate me, never hate me
Live with me, never leave me
With u I wanna spend a life time
For in you I've seen all I like

I stay by the window
With the curtain hanging in my hands
I peep thru the long lonely street
I gaze into the air like I could send it on errand
Wish the breeze could tell me where you are
I wish it could tell you how I miss you
Could it tell you how I long to see your lovely face again
I wish my wishes are lyrics
I'll sing it in foreign tongues
And write it in many languages

Wish I could lure the birds to back me up
The breeze to help modulate
Would my voice be sonorous
Or would it be electrifying
Would it make sense to you
Would you smile for me
Would it make you cry
Would the tears roll for me
Would it would it would it....

Till we see in warm hug
Till I lift you in the air
Looking into ur eyes in the air with a warm and affectionate smile
I wait for the day like the camel waiting upon the the arrival of the rivers
Line the dry grasses longing after the coming of the rain

The grassland ll be green again
The cloud ll be clear to see
The river clean to drink
The sunshine ll light our world again
And the kids ll jump for joy
This is the day on my mind
The day of your return

Till then, I'll miss a life we lived
Love you till beyond now


Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Vee Bdosa | Details


          THE VALENTINE PHOTO--2014
  Bubba was tired and his feet were aching from walking so
much. He and Carly had walked up and down the block 5 times
looking for his wallet. It only had $46 in it but he didn't
want to lose the pictures. There was a snapshot of them 
making love on the sofa in their first apartment that first
valentines night and then a photo of Carly when she was in
her valentines dress. His drivers license was in the wallet,
too, but it had expired and he never could remember to re-
new it. 
          "I don't think we'll ever find it, Bubba," Carly
said, resting her backside against a brick building. Just
then Raston came around a building and saw them. 
         "Hey wots 'appenin Bubba?" Raston said.
    "Lost my damn billfold," Bubba said. 
    "You  lose you wallet in this neighborhood and it's in 
somebodys pocket before it even can hit the ground,"
Raston grinned.
      "Who lost they billfold?" a girls voice said. It was Patti;
and she had followed Raston around the corner of the build-
ing. "Is they a reward for that billfold?" She asked. 
     "Maybe, you know who gots my bill fold?" Bubba said. 
      "I seen that guy over cross the treet lookin in a 
green billfold just now," she grinned. 
       "My billfold is a green one!" Bubba said, heading across 
the street. 
       "You be careful now Bubba, that dude is one mean dude! 
He chew you up and spit you out." 
      The guy was over six feet tall and looked like he should be 
able to win some kind of a muscle contest. 
      "Hey man you find my billfold?" Bubba asked him.
        "Was they a picture of you wife in a valentine dress"?asked
the guy, a big grin on his face. 
       "Sure there was," replied Carla. "Now we know you got 
that wallet for sure."
        "I ain't found nobodys billfold." said the guy, spitting on
the sidewalk. 
    "Did too," said Patti. "I seen you." 
     "Give my billfold now!" shouted Bubba.
       "And if'n I don't?"laughed the guy.
        "Well I just havta take you apart I guess," 
said Bubba,
        "You talkin pretty mean for such a little fella," laughed the 
        "You gonna give me my billfold now?" asked Bubba.
           "Sure I give you your bill fold," said the guy, grabbing Bubba's 
ding-dongs in a hammer hold. "But first I'm gonna make it with
 your woman right her on Broad Street in broad daylight, and you
gonna hold my coat while I do it, and you better not let my coat
sleeves drag the ground neither."
     Bubba was still wrenchig in agony and pain when the 
guy finished and disappeared around the corner.
        "Boy that guy sure was mean," said Carla after the guy 
was gone.
      "Now I told you not to mess with that guy, I told you he
was one mean dude." Raston said.
       "He sure was mean," Carla said, a sly little twinkle in 
her eye.
      "I don't know about that," moaned Bubba. "I done let
his coat sleeves drag the ground three times!"
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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