(Author’s note: a little bawdy today. I think it’s the summer sun! )
I’ve been told that the late Bobby Fitz
Was a fan of ladies with big tits
When one would walk by
He’d remark with a sigh
“I’d like to get those in my mitts!”
The son of Rory McCloud
Was known to be quite well endowed
He said “Just so you know
If you all want a show
I can make it stand up and be proud!”
Oh Minion, my lackey
Mine to command
You must obey
My every demand
No matter how petty
Or badly thought through
Someone must do it
That someone is you
For you are my minion
My indentured slave
And I’m gonna work you
To an early grave
You may think it’s unfair
But I’m telling you
See you are the minion
You’ve got work to do
Dreaded third year talks
Students filled with dread dead-still
Their words spout forth
Cat sizzling in sun
To make sure all sides are cooked
It then turns over
Lakes in the sunshine
Glistening like a billion stars
Beauty born of wind
Hi all! It is that time of the month again! Time for another collaboration with that most excellent writer Scriptor Obscura. This time it is a haiku story, we each wrote different haikus in the context of a developing story. Try and guess who wrote what.
Enjoy
Walking past dumpster,
I could hear something crying.
Stop. Look. A baby.
#
Poor thing was filthy
I reached in and took it up
A quick check. A girl.
#
I dial the police,
Then take her in and clean her.
She calms. Blue eyes stare.
#
“What now little one?”
I smile. She gurgles at me
Sirens come closer
#
I wrap her warmly,
Then scribble down a quick note,
Tuck it in blanket.
#
An ambulance comes
Men in black with grim faces
They take her. She cries.
#
“We’ll take it from here.”
“But could I see her again?”
“It’s not up to us.”
#
Eighteen years later
Young woman. Aged note in hands.
“Hi! Remember me?”
#
I know you
You vile temptress
Evil enchantress
Queen of the succubi
You have me in your spell
Enraptured by your beauty
Captured by your magic
With you there are no others
No other way but with you
I am yours, fight as I might
All struggle, all resistance
Pointless and powerless
I have already succumbed
The battle lost before it has begun
I never stood a chance
For you oh temptress
I was always going to fall
A horrible stench
And brown stains on the carpet
Someone was cut short
What a funny world
With strange ways of doing things
Who’ll figure it out?
Summer’s upon us
But say whatever you like
No socks and sandals
I statue-still canal waters
In the orange light of a setting Sun
Ripples on the surface belie the presence of mayflies
Swooping and dipping
Entranced in their lust-filled
Animal dance
The dance of new life
Of nature reborn
I should have held back
I should have asked more
I should have let it slide
I should not have kept score
I should have showed what’s in my heart
I should have learned to cry
But most of all I shouldn’t have
Let you say goodbye
Sun-drenched streets
Filled with people
Out about their business
I see it all, through brown-tinted glasses
I watch the world pass by
I watch mother with child
Seven years old
Demanding an Ice cream
She’s too busy draggs him along
Her expression tells of no money in her purse
I see two lovers
Right after an argument
The words had cut deep
Tears in her eyes
He keeps his distance
Their held-hands span a gulf
A teen marches past us
Her clothes, her look all shout
To avoid her stare
Yet her eyes scream
Notice me for once
From the betting-shop
An older man marches out
The horses have been kind
He marches with the certainty
Of a man who knows he’ll eat tonight
All this and more
I see through the brown-tint
Of the glasses
Hidden eyes
Seeing so much more for the concealment
You’re not real
Only a phantom
Only existing in my mind
My imagination
No basis in reality
What I see and hear
But my heart cares not
For I need you
Desire you, love you
Though only a phantom
You have captured my heart
Though only in my mind you occupy my thoughts
Without existence you are as real to me
As any who walk by me
More so even
For you understand me
And I you
Though only a phantom
My love for you has made you flesh and blood
A gift of belief has given you substance
More beautiful than any reality can conceive
I’m in love with a phantom
And I don’t think I would have it any other way
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