“I am sex positive”, she said”,
As she lay upon the bed.
She teased
And pleased.
And made his day.
This was all okay,
As she
Was truly
“Sex positive. While he,
Paid a little fee
“I am sex positive”, she said”,
As she lay upon the bed.
She teased
And pleased.
And made his day.
This was all okay,
As she
Was truly
“Sex positive. While he,
Paid a little fee
I think of you
In your low shoe,
And short dress.
A girl’s caress.
Some moments of delight
And then, good night.
Perhaps one ought
Not to look back.
Yet I walk
That old, familiar track.
I pass the flats,
(Once a bustling, hustling pub).
And remember idle talk
Over Sunday grub.
Having passed the flats
I retrace my tracks.
For one can not go back,
To what is long since gone.
Below are 2 slightly different versions of a poem I composed earlier today.
—
A bird on the wing
Is such a temporary thing.
Though, when it dies,
In poetry, it survives.
—
A bird on the wing
Is such a temporary thing.
Though, when it dies,
It’s poem may survive.
Conversation over ordinary tea.
She, young and slim
Sits next to him
On his ageing settee.
For money has been spent.
And she has her rent.
Both, by his fire.
She tall and slim.
His desire
To sin.
A fox’s bark
Pierces the dark.
And says, “my friend,
All ends in dust”.
A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
Away,
And the temperature has dropped.
The forecasters say
There may
Be snow.
I well remember the December
Snow.
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!
And I shall grow
Old. and remember December
Snow.
We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.
He did confess,
That a short
Dress.
And African waist beads
Are easily bought
For all needs
Can be traced
In the market place.
I am pleased to announce that my poem “Dog Bed” has been included in November’s Virtual Dodo, https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2020/11/virtualdodo-4-november-2020.html.
“Dog Bed” has also been included in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology, 2019/2020”, https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html
The below poem, “On Hearing the Tick Tock of the Clock”, can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”:
On hearing the tick tock
Of the clock
On the wall,
I know not
What to write,
For the clock
Says it all.