Wheel Challenge: True Masculine Influence

[todski28]

So as per my own explorations on and around the topic at hand, true masculinity has been lost behind a wall of an ideological cultural zeitgeist, I may be wrong and pandering to my own biases and I acknowledge that up front, to the men that write here, get in touch with the essence of what makes you a man, you passion, drive, anger, fears any of it and bleed it onto the page, as to the women here, what is it about true masculinity not the charicature portrayed but the essence of men that you find attractive and defining. It could also be an exploration of men and or masculinity that has helped influence you as a person

5-50 lines write on people’s


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Additionally, if you are new to this challenge series, please visit the previous installments to read or post your own poetic view of that subject. Of course, anyone can jump right in at any point.

First, by HarryHill: Wheel Of The Year

Second, by cascadiabound:Gratitude

Third, by Mrtenant : Dancing

Fourth, greenmountaineer gave us: Outdoor Games

Fifth, Underyourspell : Superstition

sixth, Piscator : Right Place Wrong Time

seventh by cascadiabound: Road Trips

eighth, HarryHill: Treehouse

ninth, Piscator:The TimesThey Are A Changing

tenth, Mrtenant:Rainy Day

eleventh, Remec: The Big Game

twelfth, Annie: Extra Terrestrials

Thirteenth, butters Do Trees Snore

Fourteenth, Mr Tennant http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1495202

 

[UnderYourSpell]

They say it's not the way you look,
It's what you're like inside,
but I, never having been a lover
of beards and moustaches,
find the way your grey beard
frames the face I've come to love,
so endearing and so, sooooooo sexy

 

[HarryHill]

Live

Wheel Challenge: True Masculine Influence

So as per my own explorations on and around the topic at hand, true masculinity has been lost behind a wall of an ideological cultural zeitgeist, I may be wrong and pandering to my own biases and I acknowledge that up front, to the men that write here, get in touch with the essence of what makes you a man, you passion, drive, anger, fears any of it and bleed it onto the page, as to the women here, what is it about true masculinity not the charicature portrayed but the essence of men that you find attractive and defining. It could also be an exploration of men and or masculinity that has helped influence you as a person

5-50 lines write on people’s

[*]Last one in has the privilege, should they accept it, to start the next challenge thread, choose the title and determine conditions.

[*] If you are outside the deadline, post anyway[/list]

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Started twice and once again,
pushing those buttons, marking the page,
pissing out the window of my childhood tree-house,
drenching the earth of late adulthood with the urine of Zen,
watching the wheels of politically correct survival spin
and February's wind in the tree's.

My Father, God rest his soul,
parent, teacher, husband, friend,
raised a family, built a home, gave values
to heathen sons always in the wood or fields, later
gravel road trips across counties, state lines,
sent out in the world with his blessing
and the hope that all done is right

My Mother, God bless her soul,
parent, teacher, good wife, friend,
raised a family, made a home, gave values
to heathen sons always in the wood or fields, later
gravel road trips across counties, state lines,
sent us out in the world well fed and rested
with a hope that we'd be alright.

So here I am, looking out my bucolic window,
malice to none, contempt for few,
parent, teacher, husband, friend,
... gardener, man.

 

[cascadiabound]

i.
grampa could always be counted on
his blue eyes twinkling

smart, thoughtful, measured
good with his hands too
and loving to his wife
every day of their long marriage


ii.

tow headed boy, grew to a man
before my very eyes

athletic and social with an easy smile
affectionate and attentive listener
became a scientist, a husband, and a dad
a loving son and brother
self assured but not cocky
always learning, always teaching

such a man my brother is

iii.

quiet enigma
soft spoken, yet confident
others’ opinions matter not
as he tromps into the wilderness
entirely self sufficient
his mind as sharp as a knife
able to do most anything with his hands

loyal and true
a learner a teacher an artist a scientist
grounded in natural history and geology
a sense of his place in the world

a son, a brother, a husband
none could lodge a complaint
for he stands well acquitted
this timeless man

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REVISED VERSION

i.
grampa was reliable and steady
smart, thoughtful, measured
with his old-fashioned ledgers
tending home, garden, woodshop
blue eyes noting each detail

fine wood work appears
from his basement shop
an engineer and craftsman
form meets function

holding gramma’s hand
picking beans from the garden
drying dishes every night
of their long marriage
toothpick in his mouth

a man who knew how to love


ii.

tow headed boy, grew to a man
before my very eyes

lanky lithe limbs
running, swimming, throwing, batting
the little league boy
now coaches his kid
arriving early to walk the field
and refresh the lines

attentive listener
always time for a call with mom
driving over the hill
ticking off her list of small needs

marine biologist
clever inventor of instrumentation
quantifying the sea

self assured in middle age
still learning
ever teaching

such a man my brother is

iii.

quiet enigma
soft spoken, confident
others’ opinions matter not

entirely self sufficient
tromping into the wilderness
a lifetime of bushcraft skills
making fire without a match
living lightly on this land

an inquisitive mind
as sharp as the knife in his pocket
crafted at his own forge

materials bend to his will:
line drawings become furniture
steel bars become tools
logs become sculptures
wax becomes jewelry
stiff deerhide becomes a soft shirt

a student a teacher an artist a scientist
grounded in natural history and geology
a sense of his place in the world

only room
for one woman
in his heart
since he was twenty
never once missing
a birthday or anniversary
loyal and true

son, brother, and husband
none could lodge a complaint
he stands well acquitted
this timeless man

 

[cascadiabound]

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Started twice and once again,
pushing those buttons, marking the page,
pissing out the window of my childhood tree-house,
drenching the earth of late adulthood with the urine of Zen,
watching the wheels of politically correct survival spin
and February's wind in the tree's.

My Father, God rest his soul,
parent, teacher, husband, friend,
raised a family, built a home, gave values
to heathen sons always in the wood or fields, later
gravel road trips across counties, state lines,
sent out in the world with his blessing
and the hope that all done is right

My Mother, God bless her soul,
parent, teacher, good wife, friend,
raised a family, made a home, gave values
to heathen sons always in the wood or fields, later
gravel road trips across counties, state lines,
sent us out in the world well fed and rested
with a hope that we'd be alright.

So here I am, looking out my bucolic window,
malice to none, contempt for few,
parent, teacher, husband, friend,
... gardener, man.

Harry ~
I like this effort. I think the way you titled it, you wrote it live into the text box.
I find it a lovely ode to your parents - very sweet and makes me want to have known them.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My heroes are the unsung servicemen
the ones that didn't go to war
but knew that could change
in the blink of an eye.
Working through the nights,
alongside us women, every race
and creed, to keep the planes in the air
in a way no civvy will ever understand
Comrades, now Veterans, I salute you.

 

[Piscator]

Deck of Life

Now I really have to ask you, is my life a wreck
because my genes got shuffled to the XY deck?
So the question for attention is do your XYZ’s
determine your status re the birds and the bees?
But first I must confess to the dread male affinity
of hiding in the asshole of proud masculinity.
Though bi-way’s not my way, I'm still good with Frank,
on Pride Day we marched together, albeit second rank.
Just living my life, trying to stay clear of strife
looking to the future, maybe someday find a wife
One day at a time, always pay my own dime
till maybe in the future, everything in rhyme entwines.

 

[todski28]

Still working on it.... me and line limits...

They call me Man

I’ve ridden the currents of
the dragon as it smashes
at my temples

watched others struggle with the
demon of destruction that dogs
their existence all teeth and claws
salacious hungering for nubile flesh

seen the heaving underbelly
of testosterone left unchecked
unfiltered
uncivilised
testament to the power
of masculinity in all its
train wrecked-splendour

in those same men I’ve seen
glimpses of honour that bind
and drive that horrible hormone
to defend their mates
their wives
their children to the death
to wake to the working class life
and struggle to scrape a hole
in concrete floors with a teaspoon
hoping to finding soil to plant
a seed
something to bring beauty into this world
of vices, violence and victims
flinging themselves
in front of knives
guns and death
staring down a beating for
the ability to transcend the gutter
even if for a glimmer of a moment
knuckles bleeding in a howl of victory

fade to black

jump forward to fear
to persecution
to a boy too big to play
too awkward to make friends
shipped from school to school
labeled dangerous

never given the ability to channel
anything I had to offer
always white-washed fear from
the female teachers I was towering over
by the time I was 9
discipline didn’t work
I was almost man sized in a child’s body
didn’t understand that I was treated
different because I was being viewed
through frightened female eyes

my biological father
and step father
long gone but all they offered was
carbon copies of
working class stereotypes

replaced by a school system of women
a single mother
and responsibilities to three brothers
because she was working two jobs

drugs, alcohol
all came raging in
a boys curiosity
satiated by a dragon fluttering
pre-pubescent wings

one violent act too many at school
smashed a small boy upside the head
with a bocce ball for laughing at my failure
11years old smoking pot before school
drinking mothers stash of rum at night
taking the edge off

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Nobody knows I love you, but you.
Your laid back to my passionate,
but somehow we gel, you understand,
give me paths to follow, where before
all I saw were insurmountable stones,
never waiting long enough to follow.
Still questioning yet, you teach patiently
what I thought I already knew, until
willingly submitting, I become yours.
Always.

 

[Mrtenant]

Endless days and endless nights
Pushing body, mind, heart, and soul
Beyond reason or understanding
Not for me, but for them

Forging a reality of my own design
One step, one page turned, one hammer tap
One more paper, one more project
One at a time, patient, persistent

Looking after my people, my charges
My children, coworkers, comrades in arms
All my partners in crime, my friends
My family, all those I say are my people

The courage to stand when I want to crawl
Damping down my fears and hesitance
Pushing past the tired and laziness
The courage to rest and be rested

The courage to face an unwelcome tide
To know when to speak or not
Which will serve my people best
Who is the champion or is it servant?

Taming the insanity just enough
Against a world that worships the insane
Do I dare to reveal the goblin within
You bet your ass I do

We are men, we are men
We are because we say we are
We write, speak, soldier, work, care
We love, fight, fuck, read, exist.

We are men.

 

[Mrtenant]

They call me Man

I’ve ridden the currents of
the dragon as it smashes
at my temples........ *snip

......

I like it, lots of great imagery.

 

[todski28]

I like it, lots of great imagery.

Problem is it’s only half way written, I need to learn how to write more concisely me thinks, thanks by the way

 

[Mrtenant]

Well? Who does it?

 

[HarryHill]

Well? Who does it?

.. Looked like you to me, wait I'll look again
ETA: yep

 

[Mrtenant]

.. Looked like you to me, wait I'll look again
ETA: yep

If anyone wants it, speak up. Seems like I just hosted one. I'll post one up in a few hours otw.


.....ahh here we go....link>>>>>Campfire