Rhymes or Reason

I know, without asking,
exactly what he wants,
and make it clear
that what he sees and wants
is what I so! want to give!

 

And as we peer so very deep,
each into the other's eyes,
we become same-sex lovers --
he my dominant male,
I his willing mistress for life.

 

And oh! how I love
the men who make it happen --
who keep calling,
and cumming back for more;
To hear the ringing of my phone,
whisper, "Yes, I'm here alone ...!"
and wait, without breathing,
for his knock upon my door'

 

To meet him there (a married man!),
and open my mouth wide
as he lowers
his hungry lips to mine,
Moaning into his mouth
as his fingers slip into
my panties, to take possession
of whatever they may find

 

yes yes can we have the last stanza - i can't hold my frenzy back it is frenzying again!

 

Advent Calendar
BY GJERTRUD SCHNACKENBERG
Bethlehem in Germany,
Glitter on the sloping roofs,
Breadcrumbs on the windowsills,
Candles in the Christmas trees,
Hearths with pairs of empty shoes:
Panels of Nativity
Open paper scenes where doors
Open into other scenes,
Some recounted, some foretold.
Blizzard-sprinkled flakes of gold
Gleam from small interiors,
Picture-boxes in the stars
Open up like cupboard doors
In a cabinet Jesus built.

Southern German villagers,
Peasants in the mica frost,
See the comet streaming down,
Heavenly faces, each alone,
Faces lifted, startled, lost,
As if lightning lit the town.

Sitting in an upstairs window
Patiently the village scholar
Raises his nearsighted face,
Interrupted by the star.
Left and right his hands lie stricken
Useless on his heavy book.
When I lift the paper door
In the ceiling of his study
One canary-angel glimmers,
Flitting in the candelabra,
Peers and quizzes him: Rabbi,
What are the spheres surmounted by?
But his lips are motionless.
Child, what are you asking for?
Look, he gazes past the roofs,
Gazes where the bitter North,
Stretched across the empty place,
Opens door by door by door.

This is childhood's shrunken door.
When I touch the glittering crumbs,
When I cry to be admitted,
No one answers, no one comes.

And the tailor's needle flashes
In midair with thread pulled tight,
Stitching a baptismal gown.
But the gown, the seventh door,
Turns up an interior
Hidden from the tailor's eyes:
Baby presents like the boxes
Angels hold on streets and stairways,
Wooden soldier, wooden sword,
Chocolate coins in crinkled gold,
Hints of something bought and sold,
Hints of murder in the stars.
Baby's gown is sown with glitter
Spread across the tailor's lap.
Up above his painted ceiling
Baby mouse's skeleton
Crumbles in the mouse's trap.

Leaning from the cliff of heaven,
Indicating whom he weeps for,
Joseph lifts his lamp above
The infant like a candle-crown.
Let my fingers touch the silence
Where the infant's father cries.
Give me entrance to the village
From my childhood where the doorways
Open pictures in the skies.
But when all the doors are open,
No one sees that I've returned.
When I cry to be admitted,
No one answers, no one comes.
Clinging to my fingers only
Pain, like glitter bits adhering,
When I touch the shining crumbs.

 

I'll have wot ever she's drinkin!!

 

Xmas Loneliness

He was born lonely

in a manger

to a puzzled mum and da

she said “I’m still a virgin

He said “I know exactly who you are”



He was born to be a loner

walks the streets with stranglers for friends

but he stirred up passion for a while

and died lonely on a cross



He had sorta laid a pattern

as he wondered through the east

cured a few; floored a few

and called twelve for easter feast



they sat and ate and laughed a while

you could see their puzzled faces smile

as he broke the bread and drank the wine

said “they will take me, but I’m always thine?”



he carried cross on bended back

whipped by soldiers bemused on crack!

Then they nailed him through the palms

and the feet ; his outstretched arms



just a few around the cross

mainly women and mother engrossed

Centurian to guard the nearly corpse

he blessed the beggars hangin lost



And then he cried out “father it is done”

not my will but thine may come

body laid in sacred tomb

dressed by females in this room



sadness fell upon them all

the man they loved and challenged all

and then said thy will not mine be done

To the father from holy son



there was gloom for three whole days

the light of lights had gone not saved

but then now we know what miracles are

approached the tomb from afar

rolled away a stone and found

empty tomb Christ walked around



Reported seen by his own men

who stuttered and saw glory mend

He had demonstrated death on cross

But said Christ is risen ; through off your dross

© fitzgarabaldi 2022 - merry xmas

 

That is so poignant and brilliant xxxx

 

I'm charmed! xx - that was off the hoof

 

More I need more. xxx

 

I like it when you’re naughty, I like it when you’re nice. I like it when your kisses have That little touch of spice.

 

you like it off the hoof then?

I met her under gaslight
she was standing in the gloom
I stopped said 'ya lookin cold out here'
'for tonight d'ya need a room?'

she starred into my face a while
and then gave just a hint of smile
said 'are you soldier ; sailor ; friend?'
She made me smile I said ' lets just bend'!

I held out my arm the old style now
she smiled again this time a bow
and then slid in that arm
its the connection that always has the charm!

© fitz 2022

 

I met her under gaslight
she was standing in the gloom
I stopped said 'ya lookin cold out here'
'for tonight d'ya need a room?'

she starred into my face a while
and then gave just a hint of smile
said 'are you soldier ; sailor ; friend?'
She made me smile I said ' lets just bend'!

I held out my arm the old style now
she smiled again this time a bow
and then slid in that arm
its the connection that always has the charm!

we climbed the stairs I let her in
she murmured 'wow this looks like seventh sin?"
I said yea ya gotta 'cuse the mess
for dinner had no time to dress!

she curtsied once said your excused
now where's the powder room for muse
I nodded to the door marked 'sin bin'
she said well suppose I'd better read some news?

tbc

 

The night was black the moon was white
it shone with radiance so bright
it hurt my eyes to look for long
I almost felt It was so wrong
to gaze with longing oh so pure
to touch the face that is I'm sure
not really there at all but just
a gathering of lunar dust

but dust is not the same as dirt
and so its feelings can't be hurt
if we compare it needlessly
to golden sunshine that we see
in glorious full featured colour
no my friend the moon's another
monochromal entity
that draws the eyes of you and me
we sit and wonder if we can
really get a pale moontan
a moonburn that will turn us white
if we sit here and bathe all night

so look away my palefaced friend
before this poem's reached the end
of words and rhymes that fill the page
and fuel a preturnatural rage
a silent fuming turning white
the knuckles of a fist so tight
that any second now it might
fly out to turn your black hair white
and leave you terrified and shocked
to lose the colour of your locks
but all of this can only be
if you moongaze all night with me

----------------------------------------------------------

Full moon out there tonight I see, perhaps I'd better draw the curtains. Trouble is, I've never been much of an artist, so drawing curtains is like drawing money from the bank, alas another impossible task!

Thornsy day tomorrow. Look sharp!, but sleep tight, and don't you let the moonbeams bite!

 

Love it xxx

 

It is full moon. Xxx

 

nice one BJ!

 

I met her under gaslight
she was standing in the gloom
I stopped said 'ya lookin cold out here'
'for tonight d'ya need a room?'

she starred into my face a while
and then gave just a hint of smile
said 'are you soldier ; sailor ; friend?'
She made me smile I said ' lets just bend'!

I held out my arm the old style now
she smiled again this time a bow
and then slid in that arm
its the connection that always has the charm!

we climbed the stairs I let her in
she murmured 'wow this looks like seventh sin?"
I said yea ya gotta 'cuse the mess
for dinner had no time to dress!

she curtsied once said your excused
now where's the powder room for muse
I nodded to the door marked 'sin bin'
she said well suppose I'd better read some news?



I heard her moaning;groanin out loud cry

I called you ok hun ; she moaned yea just getting high

sometimes the needles just go blunt

and then I heard her murmur c…?



well it’s not me to pry I just offered rest

she can take care of the rest

she’s a big girl now as Da would say

she hit the road so has to pay?



She came out smilin ; grinning too

said “wow honey in here you’ve got some zoo!”

then she rolled a mean cheroot sat down and said

Well honey shoot!



Well I’m just some sorta steady guy

don’t get too nosey askin whys

then I turned on some low sweet tune

she gurgled ‘now that is sweet hun – over the moon!



It all went sorta quiet and moody

then she made a move that screwed me

came across sat on my lap

and snuggled in real close – I just was zapped!



She started humming to the tune

asked me ‘honey tell me about the moon’

does is really spin some magic

I murmured ‘ just give it time babe it gets more tragic!

© fitz 3033 [fliew to the moon]

 

OOOH XXXX