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The Fallen Optimist

pokksey — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 05:18:57 +0000

Fear not the pessimist
Whose guileless manner remains moored in staid misadventure
But beware the fallen optimist
That cynic whom binds all with their joyful suffering

Gender Thoughts Part II

pokksey — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 05:59:28 +0000

Women have to fight them off with a stick
Whilst men spend their lives trying not to get jabbed in the eye
It is the brave and tenacious man who is unharmed
And the weakest woman that succumbs

Gender Thoughts Part I

pokksey — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 05:54:38 +0000

Whereas men are condemned to the brutality of rejection,
Women face the dilemma of choice

Farewell

pokksey — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 07:10:30 +0000

With key stays locked your merry heart
Mine haughty and unfair
Herein your name lies inscribed apart
From others that have begun to wear

With fingers cold and feelings staved
I bid farewell and unhand thee
The pangs of shame in you enslaved
Speak not at all for want of me

When She Loved Me

pokksey — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 11:12:46 +0000

I’ll miss her scratching my head
Tending to my feet
The joy in her eyes when she laughed alone
The kindred moments when we laughed together
The pride I felt for her talent
Her face resting on my bony shoulder
Her twitching when sleep was near
The sound of Hungarian from her lips
Her pleasure from the perfect dish
Her smile when bearing an armful of goodies
Christmas with her clan
Hearing her favourite baby names
Hearing her most hated baby names
Her honey soy chicken
Our gluttonous, spontaneous escapades
My second pair of arms while I tied my shoelaces
My second pair of eyes for the food stuck between my teeth
Her tender, sleepy embrace when I joined her for the night
The sound of her voice saying my name
Her soft touch when she loved me

Oh my hummingbird!

pokksey — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 04:05:04 +0000

Oh my hummingbird!
Who squeaks, not squawks
Yet never an ear left unturned

Nary a tread made on gilded paths;
Or finite steps that call to you
Her fanciful flight but an omen

How does one so light and fair
muster the minds of men wary
And pierce the flesh of love?

Oh my hummingbird!
Who cries for you, you and you
But cries not for me

Lust

pokksey — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 02:59:55 +0000

A full moon shines and radiates its face
The waves of the ocean inherit its grace
Your warm skin feels soft and heavenly
I swim in your ocean; a passionate sea

Two bodies alight with a ravenous need
Drawing closer and tighter we continue to feed
Yearning for lust as a fuel for our fire
The night is an orgasm fed by desire