Ah, er, this one’s for 18 or older please
The dawning of our illustrious affair,
We were introduced by a friend;
Began when I was without care,
My lonely nights would spend;
Dreaming of such pleasure
Previously provided by a boy;
To once again feel glorious thrill,
More times than I could measure,
All from such a simple toy
I secretly called my Dil
But now when I am at my home,
We rarely get to play,
Because I am no longer alone
When night time turns to day.
Our time together I must ponder;
Now you sit within a drawer,
A reminder of my single life;
With memories that grow fonder,
And stories that rival ancient lore
Since I’ve become another’s wife.
Inspired by Writing 201 Prompt: Drawer
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path.
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February 25, 2015 at 7:39 am
I must be getting old, that shocked me. I like to be shocked occasionally. Great choice of object, and the poem flows nicely. Thank you for sharing, you naughty lady. .
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February 25, 2015 at 7:59 am
Yeah, sorry about that. I wrote it with many reservations but decided that at my age, what the heck, I have nothing to lose. Besides, it got me through some tough times after my divorce from my first husband.
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February 25, 2015 at 8:17 am
Don’t apologise. Most households have at least one, kicking around somewhere. And it’s a great escape from harsh reality when things are tough. I like openness and honesty. I write gut-wrenching stuff, and often have doubts about whether I should share it here. Your poem, on the other hand, made me smile. and I really appreciate that.
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February 25, 2015 at 8:20 am
LOL! Great job!
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February 25, 2015 at 8:20 am
LOL! Great job!
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February 25, 2015 at 8:20 am
Haha, I was reading it going ‘she’s not talking about that is she? Oh..she is talking about that’ Good, we need some poems like this that don’t give a damn 😛
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February 25, 2015 at 8:34 am
Bravo! Writing with such freedom openly, appreciating what kept you company.
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February 25, 2015 at 8:58 am
Thank you. I am blown away with your gut wrenching stuff. Part of my bog down with the Fog assignment is that it is my gut wrenching poem and I am having a hard time giving birth. Dealing with pain through humor is my comfort zone.
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February 25, 2015 at 11:10 am
I used to do that! If anyone hurt me ,I would write a humorous poem about their unkind behaviour or their shortcomings. Sometimes I’d show it to people, and go around with a sly smile on my face for the rest of the day. It really helped, but I don’t think it would worlk for me now I’ve hit the road (metaphoically speaking)
Oh, the devices we employ for survival!
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February 25, 2015 at 8:14 pm
I don’t know if you remember the episode of Seinfeld that dealt with this subject – not the toy of pleasure but the pleasure itself. Everyone was stunned – unheard of talking about it on national tv -TABOO – This post reminded me of the same type of taboo – unheard of but everyone has heard of it! All I know is that when I got to end of the poem – I LMAO! Thanks for the laugh…
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February 25, 2015 at 8:24 pm
Thank you for taking the time to comment! I do not specifically remember that episode. I will have to try to find it. Seinfeld was a great series.
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February 25, 2015 at 10:28 pm
I love your daring and reminiscent poem.
I have not been keeping up with the poetry assignments. I am going to try to do today’s landscape poem tomorrow.
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March 5, 2015 at 9:14 pm
Aaah yes, I recall this one now, I was on the road and my stupid phone wouldn’t let me reply.
You ARE a bit naughty aren’t you Crispy…
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March 5, 2015 at 9:16 pm
Not only that, I’m a liar. I haven’t given it up.
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March 5, 2015 at 9:17 pm
Of course you haven’t…why would you?
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March 10, 2015 at 5:55 am
I’ve never been into poetry but after reading this I might take it up.
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March 10, 2015 at 7:15 am
Thank you -my pleasure.
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March 31, 2015 at 3:18 am
hahaha – excellent 🙂 nicely written and very original topic.
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