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Allan Williams Poem
The Baker’s had plenty of lovin’
Months later there’s one in the oven
With more mouths to feed
It’s more than they need
To go with their Baker’s dozen
Andrea's limerick contest
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Allan Williams Poem
Sleeping in a tent at night
Zippered in cosy and warm
You and me then bugs take flight
In a cloud they swarm
They hover round choose their prey
Your perfume means they bite me
In my sleeping bag I lay
then off to Dawn (P)
Allan Williams for Bite Me contest (as I am new I went for some else new Dawn Pulido)
9~4~2012
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He saw her, as soon as he entered the room
It wasn’t her beauty, although she was pretty;
pretty drunk. It was her voice that he heard,
The giggle, that hideous giggle.
She sat on the sofa, glass of Jack Daniels in hand
The bottle, on the floor, half hidden along side the sofa.
He grabbed a drink, not too strong
And moved in on her.
“Hi” he said, fancy a drink? unknown to her
He was already pouring her one.
“fancy going somewhere else”?…. she giggled
He stroked her hair, sliding his hand onto her shoulder
Slowly moving down her front, stopping
Just before her breasts…. testing the water!
He paid compliments, she fell in love.
She staggered across the room
Was it the drink or the heels?
Maybe that’s why no-one helped or advised.
Friendless! Or did they know her of old?
As they stepped outside the room, she glanced at the stairs
But he had other ideas, he held her hand tight,
And walked down the hall towards the basement door
Checking that no-one was watching he opened the door
Switched on the light, to reveal a precarious set of steps
Confidently he walked down…quietly, willingly she followed
They stepped onto a cold stone floor…. their steps echoed
She could feel the dampness!
In the empty room, except for one cupboard in the corner
He swung her around, pushed her back to the cupboard
And in a flash she could feel his fingers at the top of her panties
In a second they were at her ankles!
She looked upwards and heard the noise of music and laughter above her
She then felt herself being lifted and sat on the stained top
He lifted her dress, and fell to his knees...... the music had gone
She had only felt pleasure like this a few times before,
She felt like screaming, but as though he knew, he instinctively
Put his hand over her mouth…..
He stood up and as he entered her, her back arched and thrust
Her firm breasts forward, nipples taut, his mouth encased them
She could feel his teeth, intense power
Inside she was dancing!
A final thrust ensured they united together
She sat there gasping, he turned, slowly walked away
Then stopped and said, “I’ll go back up, our guests will wonder
Were we are”………. she looked, smiled and thought
No they won’t ……
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Time is no Barrier
On high, across the land and out to sea
The mist of time will stay, and cast a veil
Your love and thoughts alone, will drift to me
No walls or words will stop, or help prevail
To keep our love apart, so they shall see
The up's and down's of life and death, we sail
A chance meeting as eyes did gaze, passion!
From morn till night, surpassed by lies so vile
Poisonous words spoken quite violently
Others whisper advice, to wait awhile
To those we say, although, reluctantly
Alone in hand we’ll walk along the aisle.
In time, we hope we will instil, no doubt
To those who care, is that, our love’s devout.
Iambic Pentameter
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Before smokeless zones and double glazing,
when street lamps were powered by gas, and streets,
were gleaming. Terraced houses, all linking,
arms to form a line, all separated,
by an alleyway; a place to put bins.
Ruled by Rats, Cats, and lots dirty old men.
Soot settled on the roofs from the endless,
line of chimney stacks, sending smoke signals,
out across the Black Mersey. When it rained;
washing the soot down walls forming ghostly,
apparitions. Black slicks gathered outside.
Families lived with families, sub let.
Shared rooms, food and lives. Kids played in the streets;
held bonfires in streets. Everyone knew,
everyone, and everything, no secrets!
Houses were so cold you had to get dressed,
at bedtime, navy coat on bed. Hard times!
© 8/3/2012
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