Five times I asked Jenny
If we ought to wed.
Five times she rejected me,
Said she’d rather be dead.
A little harsh I reckoned
And so I propositioned Dawn.
She answered no as well.
As did Anne and Madelaine
And Millie, Sue and Nell.
Life as a bachelor beckoned
But finally you said yes
And ended all those fears.
So today we are celebrating
The passing of fifty years.
I have savoured every second
Categories:
propositioned, love,
Form: Rhyme
A sweet, lonely lady of, perhaps, ninety-two
Stared into my eyes as she nodded her head
Squeezing my hand ever so tightly, she said,
“You’re my kind of man. I suppose you’ll do!”
I’ve been propositioned a few times before
Not more than every widowed man, I suspect,
Elderly widows suffering from benign neglect
But never so obviously at the sanctuary door!
The twinkle in her eyes betrayed her intent
As though she had no time left for idle chatter
She stood tall, and got straight to the matter,
I dared not ask her exactly what she meant.
“So, how about a date?” bluntly, she asked,
Her uninhibited approach left me no place to go
A younger pastor would’ve replied a simple no,
I stammered, stuttered, and stood fully aghast.
I thought she might not remember anything I said
So, I thanked her and said, “I’ll try to find a time.”
For a moment I felt like a pitifully inept mime,
Then, seconds later, I was wishing I were dead.
Written November 14, 2022
Submitted to “Pick-a-Title Vol 33" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
propositioned, fun, humor, smile,
Form: Quatrain
Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who murdered her johns.
Joel Rifkin would murder prostitutes whom he came upon.
If Aileen Wuornos were propositioned by Joel Rifkin,
I wonder which one of those murderers would end up the victim,
but then again, maybe they would have killed each other in the end.
Categories:
propositioned, murder,
Form: Rhyme
Mr Clint Eastwood, one top dollar guy
Other film makers just watch him and sigh
With back catalogues they can sit back and rest on
Our Clint has released a brand new neo-western
Cry Macho’s the title, I’ve not seen it yet
But it will be ‘wicked’ on that you can bet
My wife said that cowboy is ninety years old
He won’t stampede horses he won’t dig for gold
I told her I don’t know what it’s all about
But Hollywood know how will figure it out
Maybe he’ll shoot folk and watch them all die
And then tell his nurse he can’t remember why
That one time gunslinger, occasional singer
Gets on screen come ons from each passing humdinger
There’s cheroots and liquor, yet what he wants most
A box of viagra… he might need a gross
I mean no offence to that great fellow, Clint
Who gets propositioned by each passing bint
If my ridicule seems a tad over zealous
Don’t worry, Clint… it’s just that I’m jealous!
Categories:
propositioned, film, humorous, western,
Form: Rhyme
When all
Is said
And written
For someone
So smitten
By poetry
And prose
Thus Propositioned
Now
Back to yore
Is this
The end
A surprise
On page turn
When all possible
Combinations
Of thoughts
Ideas
And words
Make the palette greyer
And the snorting bore
Sullen
Categories:
propositioned, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
HOW DARE YOU!
There was a young man called O’Grady
Propositioned a girl named Sadie
He suggested a fee
Which she couldn’t agree.
She wasn’t that sort of a lady
1st September 2020
Limerick Fun poetry contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Categories:
propositioned, money,
Form: Limerick
Heaven was crying the night
that I first saw her.
She was tattooed and painted
with mascara and scarlet lipstick.
And raindrops morphed into teardrops;
trickling down her youthful face.
Something about her was different,
she seemed out of place.
And in a shaky voice,
a fallen Angel propositioned me.
Seeing the tears swell in her eyes,
my heart began to break.
She looked so scared.
Homeless, forced to live on the street,
she did whatever it took to survive.
I could not fault her.
She deserved my pity,
not my condemnation.
So I slipped her some money
and wished her well.
Even Angels need to eat.
Categories:
propositioned, angel, anxiety, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
The Competitor
Satan has competed for man's soul
Since that day in the garden
Amid all our efforts, we'd be doomed
Had Christ not granted us a pardon
"Ye shall not surely die"
The serpent did proclaim
This was in defiance of God's Word
Yielding brought, mankind shame
Lot was confronted with a choice
The well watered plain he chose
Lust of the flesh lured him away
A terrible price, from this arose
Job was advised, "curse God and die"
When storms raged on every side
Though He slay me, yet Him I trust
Whatever happens, He will abide
"Cast thyself down," from this pinnacle
Satan propositioned - God's Son
He responded with, "it is written"
To this quotation, there was none
Competition, between right and wrong
Has been paramount, through the ages
Yet every obstacle, can be overcome
A solution lies in the Bible's pages
Colan L Hiatt = 03-26-15
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
propositioned, inspiration,
Form: Quatrain
been addressed as
“broad” while sitting in
the park & “dame” while
on the train, wondering if
it was the ****ing 40’s,
thinking these men a pain,
found herself sitting in the
lobby when one turned to
her saying “*****,” as if it
was just another word to him,
like it didn’t mean a thing &
while in the mini mart near
her neighborhood, a couple
teens saw her move saying
“chica” & when she passed
she heard “*****” amidst other
words to describe her body,
then down her street those on
the corner who’ve known her
quite some time, referred to her
as “mami” & in the laundry
later that afternoon she gets
labeled “sexual chocolate,”
she gets addressed as “honey,”
“baby,” like she was right back
in a high school classroom,
she gets hit on while folding
her clothes, when propositioned
blatantly for sex by a man calling
her “shorty,” with all the
resistance in the world, she
makes it out on her own & back
down the street, with blood
burning a thousand flames inside,
with tightened, gritted teeth,
the next that comes into her path
presenting himself & saying “ho,”
gets a kick so hard, so strong
so fast in the groin, he hadn’t a
moment to say
“oh no.”
Categories:
propositioned, life, high school,
Form: Free verse
just because you see me walking down 'ho boulevard does not mean i'm for sale...
i don't have an advertising sign up inviting you to taste and see
a woman can't walk down the street in broad daylight
dressed in a baggy t-shirt and sweats
rockin' an afro puff on a hot summer day
without being propositioned
in violation of my rights as a woman to be free from sexual harassment
and I’m mad about it
my “NO” to your obnoxious offer is real talk
and you should know the difference between what’s for sale
and what’s not on the auction block
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace
makes a woman want to carry a concealed weapon
and go blasting
could never walk the hallways
play in the yard
or even pray
without somebody bothering me
pulling on my clothes
or grabbing at me
for some sick reason
the next one is going to get a surprise
so g’long
an' lef’ muh tuh walk in peace
~in honor of the women who have walked ahead of me...
(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
propositioned, angst, black african american,
Form: Free verse