Challenge - Guilty little secrets

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What's your guilty little secret or bad habit? Do you frequent porn sites (heaven forbid!), are you a smoker or like a crafty cigar after dinner? Perhaps you can't stand your boss or you found a Β£/$50 note on the floor of a supermarket and didn't hand it in. Now's your chance to own up!
Minimum 5 lines ...... Maximum 30 lines. Challenge ends midnight your time zone Tuesday 17th September. i'll have a think who the winner will be, keep you on your toes!
 
i'd hate to be
white-collared in the box
gold-gauze between their lips
and my poor ears
absorb the weight of
heavy sins
or minor ones
repeated
oft--and often

how my soul would dim
my mind furl in
upon itself
in reflex of protection

how anger might simmer
beneath the sorrow
repeat-sinners' confessing
re-commit the morrow...

how hard a job
to zip one's lips
remain the vessel
retain compassion...

i wonder
about statistics
the commonality of ulcers
in the varnished, wooden booths
 
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Note Written to an Absent Poet

You appear and disappear
in my life like Christmas cards delivered
in April or August, late
or early, off

their intended mark in any case.
I can say I don't miss you but, God, I do--
your cut abs, cut cheekbones,
the risen body of your loins.
Even if I don't take you in

I want to hold your fury,
your youth, your maleness, not
in comparison to my own

and not to despise my wife, but

I want to enter and be entered,
to kiss and be kissed,
to touch both those gentle and those firm,
both sides of creation, as both are holy
in the church of the human.
I want to be able to love also you,

in a manner as ordinary as handwriting.
 
Perhaps not quite what was asked for, but what came to mind when I was staring at a blank piece of paper....

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Dirty little secrets creep slow yet forceful
Back and forth in the shadows of our minds
Haunting, halting, hating, horrible
Making us regret our choices, our types, our kinds

Back and forth in the shadows of our minds
We chase wish and motive and result and fear
Making us regret our choices, our types, our kinds
Dreading the knowing glance, the frown, the leer

We chase wish and motive and result and fear
As dirty little secrets creep slowly, forcefully
Dreading the knowing glance, the frown, the leer
Haunting us, halting us, hating us horribly.
 
She turns her head to smile at him
To hear what's being said.
Their satin limbs entangled
As they lie upon the bed.
He gently nips each standing nipple,
Caresses soft brown thighs,
Drinks her flowing love juice
To the murmur of her sighs.
As the passion in him rises
And she welcomes him within,
The cries of her sweet pleasure
Are just starting to begin.
When he feels he is exploding
And his love can wait no more,
She calls out with such abandon.
That it shakes him to the core.
For a while he lies beside her
Enjoying this part of his life.
Before getting dressed and leaving her
To go home to his wife.
 
It is easy to give up smoking
I've done it many times before.
the cramming down of foodstuffs,
the slamming of the door.
When I sit at my computer
and the urge drives me insane
It really couldn't hurt could it
lighting just one more up again?!
 
I’ve not gone there, yet

I sometimes pick my nose,
scratch my balls or fart at
inconvenient times or places
but that isn’t what you really
want to know.

So yes, even at my age, I still masturbate.
Sex with my old lady is infrequent, to
say the least and I need a release.

In the past, anonymous affairs
compensated and there was a
mΓ©nage a trois, which lasted over
a year and was certainly memorable.
But I’ve learned that there is no
such thing as a no strings affair
and its best to get out before
the inevitable strings unravel.
Besides, these days, women
don’t look at me in that way.

While I’m not gay, bi is looking more
interesting and I’ve visited some of
those chat sites and watched gay porn.
To be honest, I’m uncomfortable viewing
men young enough to be my spawn
and I see enough naked old men at
the Y to know that’s not my thing.
But some of those cd’s and trans gurls
look very sexy and just watching the videos
makes my old trouser snake twitch.
Plus, the guys on the chat’s tell me they
give better head than most women.
They know the territory and
are ever so eager to please.

I’ve not gone there, yet
but that may change.
 
Functioning Alcoholic

The trick is to take it to the edge
and not black out. To remember
in the morning at least
who you had dinner with
and what game you talked about
even if Desmond's sly asides
about the waitresse's legs are lost
in your alcoholic fog. No one
wants to remember the things
you can't remember, anyway.

When it's the next morning,
you wake to a completely new world.
Very new. Very clean.
It's like you have never lived here,
which you haven't, forgetting
where you were last night, whom
you might have slept with, who
took pictures of you snorting coke.
But now it's morning, and you're good
to deal with customers and threats

and the garbage of ordinary life.
And if you're tense about how long
you'll have to wait for your first drink,
calm yourself. Your friend Ned
can always give you a snort or a sniff
or some kind of kick that will set
you back on course to midday at least.

Here let me pray to the God of Intoxication,
about how I so want to be free of your lure.
But only after this one last drink.
 
What's your guilty little secret or bad habit? Minimum 5 lines ...... Maximum 30 lines. Challenge ends midnight your time zone Tuesday 17th September.
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So it was years and years and a few lifetimes ago,
still in the service, stellar weekends you know,
weekdays so so
while the life-takers were out on patrol
leaving us peripheral fuckers to carry on
with Westpac widows and army wives
left too long without the dong.
eyes that said let's get it on,
and we did, until
a cab pulls up late night and I'm out the window,
just ahead of her joyful greeting
'Honey you're home!'
Next morning
I gave him an extra large portion of scrambled eggs
and a neutral smile.
 
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Blue Nabisco package
Two rows of sandwiches
Chocolate crispy rounds
Sweet white filling

Cold milk
Poured into a glass
Dunk the cookie
Fingers cold in the milk
Pop it whole
Chocolate melting in my mouth
Repeat
And repeat
And repeat
Until the milk is gone
And the new blue package
Now half empty

A sweet guilty pleasure
And the cookies
Are really not that good
But the pleasure
Takes me back
To that hot summer in Atlanta
Laughing with your sister
 
There's masses of great poetry here and goodness knows how the hell I'll chose a winner, I may have to borrow Pisc's random number generator!
 
Am I willing to take that chance?
To give into your seductive tone?
Let you touch my body with soft slow strokes.
Submitting myself to an experience
that could be my deepest intimate moment.
You do not rule with 'should nots' or 'cannots',
but rule you most certainly do, so let's be discretely
devoted while your voice gives me the chills.
A sex god willing to pleasure his goddess
behind close doors.
 
OpenField your Note Written to an Absent Poet is the winner, it's now your turn to choose the next Challenge and rules.
Thank you everybody for some fab poems :heart:
 
OpenField your Note Written to an Absent Poet is the winner, it's now your turn to choose the next Challenge and rules.
Thank you everybody for some fab poems :heart:

Congrats OpenField.
Excellent poem.

Let any of us know if you have any questions about starting a new challenge and making a new thread. :)
 
Challenge: Fall colors

I accidentally posted here instead of a new thread. That is now corrected.
 
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Autumn

Poem accidentally posted here instead of the new thread. Now moved to the correct thread.
 
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