Tanka Poem

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

sound of koto strings
remind me of her sitting
at her instrument
and later, her removing
her kimono like a song

one of my favorite books: Memoirs of a Geisha!

also... La chair des femmes a toujours occupé, sans doute, une grande place dans mes rêves

couldn't agree more! now...please share more of your poetry...

 

[AlinaX]

awoken to chains
held still and far too open
unable to see
what am I but holes to use
by those who would teach pleasure

 

[Booboobear84]

awoken to chains
held still and far too open
unable to see
what am I but holes to use
by those who would teach pleasure

Need a flame emoji, wow

 

[AlinaX]

Need a flame emoji, wow

Story version here: Swallow

 

[WCSGarland]

At market one day,
She was made an example,
Quite against her will,
Now she's a wage slave by day,
Takes money for sex at night.

 

[WCSGarland]

At market one day,
She was made an example,
Quite against her will,
Now she's a wage slave by day,
Takes money for sex at night.

I've shamelessly stolen AlinaX's idea for writing a Tanka about one of my stories.

 

[AlinaX]

sweet, passionless sex
eleven times each new day
a dirty habit
but what else can a nun do
when only the friars pay?

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

I have a boyfriend!
Just met at church summer camp;
still, there're chaperones
we walk holding the same stick
at opposite ends-- God's will...

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

okay... so... based on a true story.

 

[WCSGarland]

okay... so... based on a true story.

Okay, so my pervert mind is thinking of all sorts of things that could be done with a stick... especially when it is shared between two people... just saying. Especially with portal panties.

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

no, it was just literally a stick we found in the woods... we weren't allowed to hold hands. I know it sounds crazy...

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

but that was then... no bearing on the here & now.

 

[WCSGarland]

no, it was just literally a stick we found in the woods... we weren't allowed to hold hands. I know it sounds crazy...

Oh, the things that will satisfy young perverts.

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

I'm trying to share here... true story... I had to hold a STICK!

anyway... let's kick off a new Tonka thread

Repressed urges...burst!

 

[AlinaX]

I kissed my true love
but to her it was a game
and how they all laughed
I was traumatised for years
but still wish... to do again

 

[Annelih]

I know the feeling…

 

[Jocelyn_Nicole_Sawyer]

I've mentioned my favorite band is Gorillaz -- anyway, the all-knowing algorithms fed me this song...and then I had to look up the lyrics so I could listen again-- powerful stuff...

 

[Remec]

I'm trying to share here... true story... I had to hold a STICK!

anyway... let's kick off a new Tonka thread

Repressed urges...burst!

Adolescence

They had laughed;
loudly and overlong, but I just
ignored them all,
physically, that is, but in my head
physical is exactly how I got with them.

 

[NivKay]

I suspect myself
for having some pretty fucked
Impulses, Freudian,
One could say, ripe for psycho-
Babble reclamation, man

 

[lifeselector002]

Far away seas
waves flow like humming trees
A hearted rock crashed upon
My crash to you
hard to leave you on

 

[_Land]

I'm trying to share here... true story... I had to hold a STICK!

anyway... let's kick off a new Tonka thread

Repressed urges...burst!

A little trip back to adolescent hormones and your stick in a different format.... The guilt of of forced repression



#1
Sears catalog page—
cotton curves in glossy ink,
shame and thrill collide.
He flips quick, breath held and red,
guilt tucked beneath denim seams.

#2
Page forty-seven—
he studies “elastic trim”
like it’s scripture. Then—
a brother kicks down the door.
His soul leaves his body whole.

#3
Sheer lace, pale as milk—
nipples ghost behind the mesh.
He dares not touch skin,
so he memorizes curves
like forbidden sacred text

#4
Flushed in TV glow,
he whispers confessions to
a paper angel.
No church ever warned of this—
desire wrapped in catalogs.

#5
Fruit of the Loom blush—
he reads “supportive comfort”
like a love letter.
A slow war between hormones
and the Lord’s judging silence

 

[_Land]

Late-night VHS—
breasts bounce in canned laughter’s glow.
He laughs, but it sticks.
What he learns of love tonight
comes wrapped in voyeur and dare.

 

[EllenMore]

"No children," he said.
and I knew I would lose him
though I so wanted
to press myself against that
cold sculpture of his body

 

[AlinaX]

belly inflated
I keep waiting for the cork
to work itself free
this must be how champagne feels
now I've been bred and bottled

 

[WCSGarland]

Ask my wife, she'll say,
I've been a pervert always,
We met at eighteen,
And we learned cunnilingus,
Together shortly after.