Thought I'd see how theese work here



The Desperate Spiders of Autumn


The desperate spiders of autumn
Weave ragged webs midst barren trees
Dark bare branches scratch the sky
October’s moth will come no more
The webs hang useless in the night

Tuesday on a summer pond
Movement on the bank beyond
Something that I thought was dust
Flickers in the underbrush
Lonely fingers grasp my oars
Pulling towards the distant shore
Now a sudden grip of fear
As my tiny boat draws near

Darling I am growing old
I’ll dye my hair and keep it gold
For all the plastic platitudes
I can’t express my gratitude
I feel the need to keep at bat
With catalog shopping and online chat

Sing, sing little bird
Pretend you did not hear a word
When we take you from your cage
Fly back in
Shut the door

Sitting on the bed spread
Dust and cobwebs
Stands and shakes loose
I have a lot
of catching up to do



Persistence

Torrential
rain covers us ecstatic
for a better
now I

Finally
the curve of her breast
the taste of her tongue

An interruption
snowflakes in streetlight
coldness at the edge of dawn
wandering lost

My arms
draped gently around her
tighten now
Her thigh
on the carpet
A reflex
her head tilts back
her neck
I taste it once
Eyes close
breasts expand with breath
stomach tremors under a kiss
A moments undecided hesitation
she gasps an inhaled word

They pass
they did not see me
his look intent
hers content

Has she no tears
no memory
mine yet haunts me
resurrecting sensation
with each new emotion

A gentle fog
rolls off the blackened river beside me
I step quietly through it

Wow! I really love the first one! The second one is great too though!

OMG did you write those yourself?

Thank you both, it is so few and far between that I show anybody my writing (and I don't have that much of it)

paintsprayer said:

Keep writing you have serious talent!

paintsprayer said:

Sweeny79 said:

HUGE cosign to that! paintsprayer you have an awesome talent

The Desperate Spiders of Autumn

excellent

powerful and deep

loved it !!

Thanks everyone, maybe I'll post more in the future.

paintsprayer said:

please do! I, for one, would love to see more of your work!

I dig em ... post more

Amy

Here is one that I have been working on for a while
not quite done yet

twenty five cents worth of evening papers
you and I, our rose garden
the bread the gravy

to bend you over this dining room table
watch your ass grind beside the mashed potato

But how should I presume
when breakfast moves so sweetly
from toast to jam
coffee never tea

Today the boss appreciates me
The last project; yes
the new one damn
maybe the team should go for drinks?
cigars?

your light is on
in our bedroom at the top of the stairs
your reading

I’m busy not watching television
and I know what’s going on down main street tonight

what do you mean a slash?

You straddle

shit baby I ain’t never fucked a woman that can pee standing up


Turn the tv off and I go to bed
I ask you once and you shake your head

work is sour and I mow the grass
the car needs oil wash and wax

(somehow the cell phone number for the new receptionist is missing)

My hands are shaking
I want to put a finger in your mouth
I need to feel your lips move

weeding the flower bed might help explain
how I got old and afraid of the rain

tonight begins anew,
All the rules I've come to know from you

Busy, maybe saturday
theres no music, but theese twin sisters
outside the wal-mart
six in the afternoon
she looks at shoes


My hand on her ass while she washes the dishes
this time just like a dream
later on we both go to sleep

paintsprayer said:

all I can say is wow you have such a way with poetry!

A tough night in here for this I guess.
I blame Bush.

My hand on her ass while she washes the dishes
this time just like a dream
later on we both go to sleep





nice work

keep um comming !! ( not cumming )