Submissions by marthard
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
How green are you?
Green, the colour, has a hard time of it.
Little more than green shoots and green light are
Conceded as analogous praise- for Green
The political movement gets its aims
Absorbed by other parties and 'a green
And pleasant land' sounds middlish and tame.
Contrast 'the green-eyed monster' of jealousy,
Know nothing ineptitude incapable
Of tying its own shoelaces. Unripe fruit
And extreme signs of infection in pus.
Even painters dismiss it as a mixture
Of yellow and blue yet it is as much
A part, as they, of the rainbow spectrum. ...
Little more than green shoots and green light are
Conceded as analogous praise- for Green
The political movement gets its aims
Absorbed by other parties and 'a green
And pleasant land' sounds middlish and tame.
Contrast 'the green-eyed monster' of jealousy,
Know nothing ineptitude incapable
Of tying its own shoelaces. Unripe fruit
And extreme signs of infection in pus.
Even painters dismiss it as a mixture
Of yellow and blue yet it is as much
A part, as they, of the rainbow spectrum. ...
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A different kind of celebrity
Mid-seventies, humble Ph.D. student,
Determined to collect every piece
Of evidence germane to my research,
I took the train from London which ended
In an empty, misty estuary
At the edge of nowhere to a city,
Isolated, without satellites and
Losing its economic vocation.
The university library held
The aberrant, sought-after document,
Though the basis of that information
Was far from convincing. Libraries then
Were but putative treasure islands whose
Wealth was rarely catalogued in full.
The...
Determined to collect every piece
Of evidence germane to my research,
I took the train from London which ended
In an empty, misty estuary
At the edge of nowhere to a city,
Isolated, without satellites and
Losing its economic vocation.
The university library held
The aberrant, sought-after document,
Though the basis of that information
Was far from convincing. Libraries then
Were but putative treasure islands whose
Wealth was rarely catalogued in full.
The...
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Pensioners' Villanelle
To become more exciting for you,
I had the care worker and a Jehovah's witness.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Mine was a traffic warden and dustman,
Then, playing away, a spicy countess.
To become more exciting for you.
In the ladies' loo then having a tan.
Coming down the helter skelter no less.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Having an enema and on the scan.
During a parachute jump in full harness
To become more exciting for you.
Full speed on a motor bike, stuff the ban.
With a...
I had the care worker and a Jehovah's witness.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Mine was a traffic warden and dustman,
Then, playing away, a spicy countess.
To become more exciting for you.
In the ladies' loo then having a tan.
Coming down the helter skelter no less.
Novelties in this life are very few.
Having an enema and on the scan.
During a parachute jump in full harness
To become more exciting for you.
Full speed on a motor bike, stuff the ban.
With a...
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Baby Murderers
Baby murderers-we all are' was said
In threat, irony and in self-disgust.
The vultures slunk away. What could they make
Of ten women drinking furiously
While only picking at food rich in price?
Some fun, all expenses paid? Not likely.
Girls night out and me, the sober chauffeur,
Pondering how to get these ten women
Of all shapes and sizes into my car.
Alcohol to bury desperation.
Not with their workshy, parasite partners
Or adult children. Or even their own
Gambling or escapist holidays.
They were quite...
In threat, irony and in self-disgust.
The vultures slunk away. What could they make
Of ten women drinking furiously
While only picking at food rich in price?
Some fun, all expenses paid? Not likely.
Girls night out and me, the sober chauffeur,
Pondering how to get these ten women
Of all shapes and sizes into my car.
Alcohol to bury desperation.
Not with their workshy, parasite partners
Or adult children. Or even their own
Gambling or escapist holidays.
They were quite...
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Limerick of the day- 12 (and last)
(the other 10 are discarded as not at least two of obscene, funny, absurd)
An indolent man from Tennessee
Showed the lady his cock as I.D.
So she with her chopper
Cut it into her hopper
Saying 'We must keep this place tidy'.
An indolent man from Tennessee
Showed the lady his cock as I.D.
So she with her chopper
Cut it into her hopper
Saying 'We must keep this place tidy'.
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Limerick of the day- 11
(also entered in the Disgusting Bodily Functions competition)
A blubbery man from Hereford
Had his diet dashed by his adored.
Her strange fetish of late
To watch him defecate
Meant his foreplay was to eat till gorged.
A blubbery man from Hereford
Had his diet dashed by his adored.
Her strange fetish of late
To watch him defecate
Meant his foreplay was to eat till gorged.
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Homage to No.129
(entered in the 'take on a role' competition)
The foul destroyer of love is deceit.
The lies, the hides, the smiles that break the trust
All founded on that despicable conceit
That treachery is but natural lust.
So easy for a man to be taken
By eyes, by mouth and by body posture.
No thoughts of love let desire be shaken
For libido of itself is so sure.
No calculation of hurt is made
Only those rash moments of want do count
When he from sure constancy has strayed
And fails the fatal allure to surmount.
Every...
The foul destroyer of love is deceit.
The lies, the hides, the smiles that break the trust
All founded on that despicable conceit
That treachery is but natural lust.
So easy for a man to be taken
By eyes, by mouth and by body posture.
No thoughts of love let desire be shaken
For libido of itself is so sure.
No calculation of hurt is made
Only those rash moments of want do count
When he from sure constancy has strayed
And fails the fatal allure to surmount.
Every...
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Limerick of the day- 10
A skinflint man from Fort Augustus
Believed in coitus interruptus.
Saying love should be free.
She could not disagree
Fast asleep on the overnight bus.
Believed in coitus interruptus.
Saying love should be free.
She could not disagree
Fast asleep on the overnight bus.
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Limerick of the day- 9
A big woman from Connecticut
By all was considered such a slut
Splaying on her trailer
For every sailor
Who could navigate her massive butt.
By all was considered such a slut
Splaying on her trailer
For every sailor
Who could navigate her massive butt.
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Limerick of the day-8.
An agile girl from the river Ob
Could manage a self-service blow-job.
Mouth on her clitoris
And a succulent kiss
Beat that of any boy in her mob.
Could manage a self-service blow-job.
Mouth on her clitoris
And a succulent kiss
Beat that of any boy in her mob.
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Limerick of the day-7
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Limerick of the day- 6 (of 21)
A man of a weak disposition
Much preferred the doggy position
She feared they'd still be stuck
When expecting her buck
And begged for oral substitution
Much preferred the doggy position
She feared they'd still be stuck
When expecting her buck
And begged for oral substitution
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