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20 Questions: A Confessional Poetry Challenge

annaswirls said:
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?


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At the high table by
the sandwich counter I
grow my future, word
by word, I like to think. If
nothing else, it's respite
from the madness under
fluorescence six floors
up. Twenty minutes. Behind me,
lunchtime custom pulls
hungry people past my
shoulder, to muse over
fillings and what sort of bread
is best. I notice only her sweater -

green -

before the tiny cursor and
keyboard pulls me back, and
I reach for a taste of my coffee.
Her lean is unusually close, even
for the wholemeal at bottom-left, then
I feel her breath across me and
her lips upon my neck. And
still I don't know who this is – only
who it's not – and something inside
wakes up and tells me
it's time to take a second look.
 
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?

If, in that briefest
of glimpses, I catch
a hint of their hidden
side; the way fish
sometimes glint

in the river. I have
seen this sometimes:
once I saw a boy
wear the reflection
of his grandfather,

a gentle man who
always offered his seat
on the bus. Another
time, teenagers
masquerading as dogs

in summer; panting,
scratching their skin.
They would bark
everytime someone
came close, howl

at a full moon tossed
in a dustbin; afraid
it might transform.
 
Question #9
Who* was hanging on your wall as a child**?

*who/what
**teenager/young adult
 
annaswirls said:
Question #9
Who* was hanging on your wall as a child**?

*who/what
**teenager/young adult
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Blonde tresses tumbled or’ her creamy skin
Inviting smile of dazzling pearly whites
Inspired lurid boyhood special dreams
Brightened days and haunted lonely nights

What’s happened to my teenage fantasy
Confined to bed while Ryan fights in vain
Those golden locks now just a memory
That Loving smile can never hide the pain

Goodnight sweet Farah, we’ll remember you
Your laughter and your dingy blonde façade
The strength and courage you have shown the world
Inspires us though you will walk with God
 
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Question #9 On My Wall

boys it was always boys
the number off Jim's racing jersey
the weighted nylon streamer throwing from a hot air balloon
I thought it must be fate or something
how his number landed in my yard
broken eye goggles
a stolen flint igniter
all boy mementos
signifying nothing
 
Question #9
Who* was hanging on your wall as a child**?

My walls were bare
as a teenager. A policy
I understood for years.
I had no icons, no idols
to worship or adore.
The closest I had, nonno,
my Italian grandfather,
had long been dead.
I thought often about
unpeeling the plaster,
finding hidden shrines
left behind by the previous
occupants: posters of James
Dean, The Sex Pistols, Tears
for Fears. I would run
my hands over the Braille
of each brick, try and feel
for the first letters of this new
language. Nothing emerged
but dust, which rearranged
itself into the outlines of forgotten
faces: obscure relatives, long
lost friends. Each a shrine to a faith
painted over and over until
the original colour was gone.
 
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"Have you ever seen the rain comin' down on a summer day?"

England and rain
are husband and wife.
Summers brim with the daily
downpour, collapsing
newspaper umbrellas, making
street paintings run like lines
of wet mascara. I have sat
in my living room, watched
it rearrange the landscape
into another puzzle for us
to reassemble when it stops.
I keep the pieces in a scrap
book of memory, wring out
the water when I need
to forget about excessive heat.
 
annaswirls said:
Question #10 I wanna know: "Have you ever seen the rain comin' down on a summer day?"
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Soaked

Summer break over, we returned to school.
I have your address, half a continent separates us.
Late afternoon, sudden September soaker, warm and wet.
I dance in the deluge, drenched with delight.
I stand soaked, a student spots me.
Sated, I say “I’m a poet in love, happy I have her”.
We talk, I tell her I’m totally taken by you.
She suggests I skip school, move and marry you.
I wish to, I want you, I wonder are we friends or lovers to be.
 
EroticOrogeny asks:

Question #11: How was it the first time you were naked in front of others outside your immediate family?

:eek:
 
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How was it the first time you were naked in front of others outside your immediate family?

There is one face you look for, one fish in a school that holds your eye.
Bare foot, sure foot - dropping pins to the floor to find your way back
through the darkened forest of wood, paper and graphite.
No one runs to the light here, I was told.

Measured...solemn, comical in every other circumstance,
our shared dream in our shared natural state: but in front of the lecture,
offering communion, meeting the parents. . .?

Curious, no, we are the same, and in that commonality learn to shame.
But not today and certainly not on the block
eighteen inches higher then the earth
beneath the three warm suns in the chilled air;
My manhood retreats to warmer climes as my princely robe drops
to settle like a dog at my feet.

But it is no game of youthfull timidity!
I am Davide', terribilità, my stare fixed south to
my rival, Siena.
Now a boy in contrapposto grieving Savanarola.
Now a gaul, always dying.
Hands and charcoal, dissect them all,
Throwing weight, lightening shadow, a gleaming rivulet of sweat
guides drops in a regular cadence to the head of my cock.

How LONG is this pose?
 
truth, dare, dance

How was it the first time you were naked in front of others outside your immediate family?

tonight I chose truth
"who saw you naked first"
which took me to the slumber party dare
turn table spun Talking Heads
Psycho Killer in my daddy's den

purple robe unties with hip sway like
somtone said once
it should be
c'est soir la" or something french
psycho killer
q'est que ce?

shoulders first
exposed to girlish giggles
no one told me how much
I would like this
spinning purple and pinks
loves baby soft
umber fields fallen
spin the song down this
first excuse to show my curves
just a dare
run run run away
robe falls
cotton follows into
tight pillow holding
tonight
 
vampiredust said:
Question #9
Who* was hanging on your wall as a child**?

My walls were bare
as a teenager. A policy
I understood for years.
... Each a shrine to a faith
painted over and over until
the original colour was gone.
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Excellent Vampiredust, so glad to see you here participating :)
 
StepStransky said:
before the tiny cursor and
keyboard pulls me back, and
I reach for a taste of my coffee.
Her lean is unusually close, even
for the wholemeal at bottom-left, then
I feel her breath across me and
her lips upon my neck. And
still I don't know who this is – only
who it's not – and something inside
wakes up and tells me
it's time to take a second look.
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ooh this is hot. Remind me to stop by your Panera :)
 
omg this is so powerful, thank you for this

Remec said:
Mom's first blow came quickly,
almost out of the blue,
but was followed by a rash
of others as I stood there
seething but dumbfounded,
pondering both why my own
hand was raised and why the
arm below it had kept it
firmly, yet quivering, at bay.

I don't even know why I
had been angry with her.
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:cool:
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vampiredust said:
This thread is brilliant. Glad I could inspire you, Jenn :)
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something good comes from the hours wasted on facebook :)

So glad you are here, aren't the poems coming out of this challenge awesome?

Submit a question if you wish, I will post it up :)
 
annaswirls said:
EroticOrogeny asks:

Question #11: How was it the first time you were naked in front of others outside your immediate family?

:eek:
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For some reason I remembered this incident so sent it in:

Birthday Suit Party

I’m a big boy now, a full five years.
Mom has planned a party for me.
Big blanket hung on clothesline provides a barrier.
Pin the tail on the donkey, blind man’s buff.
Wild Barbara suggests we be buff.
I comply and run around in the raw,
carefree, not caring she kept her clothes.
My mother caught and clothed me
I get a little lecture, but not punished.
My mother didn’t mind when Barbara moved away.
 
annaswirls said:
Question #8: What makes you look twice at another person?
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I'm a shallow man
stimulated by unimportant things
though I've never heard a woman
call her figure unimportant
so I take such things seriously
and I find a need to check
if her butt is an indication of her face
 
annaswirls said:
QUESTION #1 Whats the closest thing to you that's red?
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red is popular in this apartment
I'm a little too prone to seeing it
and when I'm not seeing it I chose it
a signal red metal media cabinet
a flashy red leather easy chair
but the nearest red to hand
is Dagmar's dirty knickers
I promised to take to the launderette
(with other washing of course)
but I'm too lazy to go and so
the bag sits by my computer
yesterday's aroma like yesterday's scene
good sex gone bad
 
annaswirls said:
Question #2: Given the chance to go back again, would you still kiss the first person you kissed?
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I would more than kiss
the person I first kissed
I would become animal
and fuck her senseless....
aaah nostalgia and first love
unrequited and sending
this middle aged man
mad and bad and bad and mad
 
annaswirls said:
QUESTION #3: Have you ever prayed?
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never having believed in much
not even my own publicity
I have always thought
that if there is a god
I'm far too pathetic for him to care
so I've never prayed
never asked him for anything
not even for someone else
though the truth is
I just hate giving him the chance
to reject my requests
my dad did that too often
why should I give that power
to someone else?
 
annaswirls said:
[/B]When was the first* time you saw your mother** cry?[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]
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from the back his shoulders shook
as though he was in fits of laughter
which was only natural
my father no being capable of emotion
but my mother wasn't laughing with him
and her frown said I shouldn't either
it was his red eyes that was the give away
the red streaks down his cheeks
and someone saying Great Uncle Joe has gone
as though he had run off with the neighbour
 
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