Submissions by J_J_Jay_Jr (John James Jay Jr.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have a fondness for narrative verse --narrative poets such as Chaucer, Coleridge, Longfellow, Tennyson, Burns, Noyes, Lear, Nash, Carroll, D'Arcy, Kipling, Moore, and Service. The stories they tell are good and made better by the poetic form they use.
Chance encounter
She was riding a skateboard,
In cut off jeans,
And a worn t-shirt,
Ink showing on her arms,
Her chest,
Between her shirt and jeans,
Also on her legs.
He was walking,
Coming from the other direction,
In a suit,
Pink shirt,
Perfectly knotted tie showing above his vest,
Sharply crested pants,
And shoes with a spit polished shine.
Just as she stepped off her board,
He crossed in front of her,
She reached out,
He reached out,
Put their arms around each other,
Pulled tightly together,
And...
In cut off jeans,
And a worn t-shirt,
Ink showing on her arms,
Her chest,
Between her shirt and jeans,
Also on her legs.
He was walking,
Coming from the other direction,
In a suit,
Pink shirt,
Perfectly knotted tie showing above his vest,
Sharply crested pants,
And shoes with a spit polished shine.
Just as she stepped off her board,
He crossed in front of her,
She reached out,
He reached out,
Put their arms around each other,
Pulled tightly together,
And...
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In the wee tiny hours of the morning
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We parted
Writing a poem today,
I thought of you,
Lost in a past,
That seemed,
Yesterday.
You were my muse.
As if in a dream,
I tasted again,
Your lips;
Caressed again,
Your body;
Hugged again,
You against me,
Me within you:
Slept again,
Entwined together.
And as my vision,
Was one more time,
Fogged in memories,
I regretted anew,
Allowing others,
To tell us,
We must part.
I thought of you,
Lost in a past,
That seemed,
Yesterday.
You were my muse.
As if in a dream,
I tasted again,
Your lips;
Caressed again,
Your body;
Hugged again,
You against me,
Me within you:
Slept again,
Entwined together.
And as my vision,
Was one more time,
Fogged in memories,
I regretted anew,
Allowing others,
To tell us,
We must part.
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I drink my coffee black.
Stirring sugar into it,
Is the vision I have of you,
As we sat sipping in the morning,
And the taste of your lips,
That still lingers,
Decades later.
Cream mixed in becomes,
The liquid chocolate of your skin,
Still brings tingling to mine,
And is a memory,
That delights my eyes,
Decades later.
Decades later,
Still,
Heartache,
Heartbreak,
Hurt,
Regret.
In lament,
I drink my coffee black.
Is the vision I have of you,
As we sat sipping in the morning,
And the taste of your lips,
That still lingers,
Decades later.
Cream mixed in becomes,
The liquid chocolate of your skin,
Still brings tingling to mine,
And is a memory,
That delights my eyes,
Decades later.
Decades later,
Still,
Heartache,
Heartbreak,
Hurt,
Regret.
In lament,
I drink my coffee black.
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It started while watching a sitcom
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While at work
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Dancing
When we met and first danced,
It started with,
A grand slow waltz by Johann Strauss,
And evolved,
By the end of the evening,
Into a series of,
Kay Starr rock-’n-roll waltzes.
As we parted,
You ask for my phone,
To enter your number,
You said,
So that by sending to yourself,
You would be able to text me later,
And, by name,
I would know it was you.
At 2 in the morning,
My phone played,
That 1964 number by Miss Star,
I had assigned to your name.
No words in your message,
But the picture displayed...
It started with,
A grand slow waltz by Johann Strauss,
And evolved,
By the end of the evening,
Into a series of,
Kay Starr rock-’n-roll waltzes.
As we parted,
You ask for my phone,
To enter your number,
You said,
So that by sending to yourself,
You would be able to text me later,
And, by name,
I would know it was you.
At 2 in the morning,
My phone played,
That 1964 number by Miss Star,
I had assigned to your name.
No words in your message,
But the picture displayed...
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A beautiful spring day
A beautiful spring day,
70ºF,
Blue sky,
A few white pillowy clouds,
A beautiful spring day.
A beautiful day for a walk,
Along the green belt,
Trees not yet fully leafed out,
Views of back yards not usually seen.
Through the still unleafed lilac branches,
A neighbor,
Sunbathing,
Nude,
On her back.
My mouth goes dry,
As I spy thorough the branches at her,
Her breasts, nipples,
Patch of red hair,
At the junction of her legs. ...
70ºF,
Blue sky,
A few white pillowy clouds,
A beautiful spring day.
A beautiful day for a walk,
Along the green belt,
Trees not yet fully leafed out,
Views of back yards not usually seen.
Through the still unleafed lilac branches,
A neighbor,
Sunbathing,
Nude,
On her back.
My mouth goes dry,
As I spy thorough the branches at her,
Her breasts, nipples,
Patch of red hair,
At the junction of her legs. ...
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T’was a bloody drink to please hell.
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dinner, movie and drinks
When I asked you to dinner,
And a movie after,
With drinks to follow,
What I really meant was,
That I would order delivery pizza,
Netflicks would provide the movie,
And that the drinks,
Would be wine,
From a box in the fridge,
And then carried,
To my bedroom.
And a movie after,
With drinks to follow,
What I really meant was,
That I would order delivery pizza,
Netflicks would provide the movie,
And that the drinks,
Would be wine,
From a box in the fridge,
And then carried,
To my bedroom.
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Wet Dream
I dreamed of you,
I don’t remember the details,
But I know it was you,
It had to be you,
How else could I explain,
The raging,
Totally engorged,
Shaft,
That tented the,
Front of my pajamas,
And moments later dampened them?
I don’t remember the details,
But I know it was you,
It had to be you,
How else could I explain,
The raging,
Totally engorged,
Shaft,
That tented the,
Front of my pajamas,
And moments later dampened them?
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points of contact
We were exactly the same height,
And of the same inseam size as well,
(It makes a difference),
So that as we stood,
Toe to toe,
We touched,
Undressed as we were,
At these few points:
Toe to toe.
Nose to nose,
Nipple to nipple,
And cock to cunt.
To move closer,
One’s head must tip left as also must the head of the other,
(Or both can tip to the right,
The effect is the same),
Noses no longer touch,
But lips now do,
And the tips of tongues,
Meet between parted lips,
To begin caressing each other.
One’s...
And of the same inseam size as well,
(It makes a difference),
So that as we stood,
Toe to toe,
We touched,
Undressed as we were,
At these few points:
Toe to toe.
Nose to nose,
Nipple to nipple,
And cock to cunt.
To move closer,
One’s head must tip left as also must the head of the other,
(Or both can tip to the right,
The effect is the same),
Noses no longer touch,
But lips now do,
And the tips of tongues,
Meet between parted lips,
To begin caressing each other.
One’s...
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