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| Tweet Topic Started: 8 Jan 2014, 21:05 (145 Views) | |
| Discoveria | 8 Jan 2014, 21:05 Post #1 |
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Drag Queen
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I had a request from Omni to repost this in Gay, so here goes: Here's one of my funny (EDIT: and thoughtful) pieces. It's been too long since I really got into writing, but Cuba gives me inspiration. ![]() http://allpoetry.com/poem/10030365 On Grindr There's now a dating app for gay men: Grindr, which lets you make a profile, flirt and meet. Your phone becomes a gaydar - gay guy finder. It shows how far away guys are, in feet, and if you think he'd be a worthy catch, you have a chat. It's also quite discreet. The language must be grasped to find a match (or else you won't get quite what you expected), like NSA - which means 'No Strings Attached'! But as in life, your chance of being selected is largely based on looks, a sad reminder that apps like these just speed up being rejected. I'm sure one day I'll meet a lovely chap - but still can't bring myself to ditch the app. |
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| Discoveria | 8 Jan 2014, 21:06 Post #2 |
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Drag Queen
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And a request from Cuba to post my poem for him: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11245809 The Apple Tree I planted in a little plot a little apple tree To fill the barren space with something new And I watered it and sang to it each day, a song from me, The songs that minstrels sing of love so true. I sang of birds and flowers that in sunlit islands thrive And I sang of dreams and secret truths at night. With a loving father's pride I watched my apple tree survive And caressed it with a gardener's delight. Winter frost could not destroy it, and it blossomed come the spring, And in summer bore me apples by the score, And the day my little apple tree shall cease to hear me sing Is the day I can sing no more. |
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| Omni-Palonie | 8 Jan 2014, 22:01 Post #3 |
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Sapient Homo
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You have a talent! This is my poetry collection... Most of them were written over ten years ago. The first two poems are 'Gay' but the rest aren't but I wanted to share anyway. Towel Towel White Tied round the middle Hanging Steam Room Sweat Oozing from the pores Cleansing Towel Placed Covering embarrassment Laying Lips Kissing Sharing passions Intimate Towel Soaked Heavy with water Moving Hands Rubbing Squeezing the prize Groping Towel Lifted Displaying the groin Dropped Mouth Opened Sucking the Penis Licking Towel Needed Cleaning the ejaculate Used Men When the time comes to have some fun They take you out to see the sun They ply you with cheap wines and beers They promise you'll be theirs for years You think for once you are in luck But all they want is one quick f**k Wintertime To southern skies the birds do fly When they leave I start to cry Wintertime always makes me sad This year will be just as bad I've no lover to make me smile It's been like that for quite awhile I never ask for all that much A lover to see, hear and touch There is nothing I wouldn't give, For a man to help me live It would mean a great deal you see To find a man to love me Pressure Poison of time Deadline set People screaming for work they could do themselves Time running out Tick, Tick, Tick The clock on the wall reminding all of times passage Time runs out Time runs ou Time runs o Time runs Time run Time ru Time r Time Tim Ti T Eventually It always does Happenings Everything that happens, happens for a reason. Everything that happens has a higher purpose in the grand scheme of things. Everything that happens does so because it is inevitable. Everything that happens usually happens because it is meant to. I say that everything that happens can be used to your advantage and turned round to make life better. Problems When you have a little problem All you have to do Is take a look around yourself And see what is true Problems come and then problems go Never staying long All you have to remember is That you're never wrong Autumn I walk along the long lonely lane Stooping occasionally to tie my shoe Birds sing their songs in bushes blown by breeze The last summer flowers die in the first cold harsh frost Squirrels gather a few more nuts before their long, long sleep Cows move into nice warm barns stacked with hay Sheep grow thick winter coats only to lose them in the spring I look around and see these things and cry Autumn is not my favourite time of year Yet I cannot explain as to why Couples Other people laugh and joke Flirting, kissing, hugging Talking to each other Enjoying nights out with those they love Then there's me, all alone Friends are nothing when you're lonely and you want to be loved Blame Evil word Spawn of Satan Vicious malicious deed Deliberate hate Never wrong Always others fault Blame is... Finished Task done Deep breath Sit back and relax for five minutes peace Tidy-up all leftover bits Check the list to see what's next Screeeeam! You're not finished at all You've only just begun Tuesday Tuesday Bad Day Not the week's start Not the week's end Not even the middle Just Tuesday Tuesday was made to be pissed off on On Monday all talk about the weekend just gone Wednesday is a nice quiet midweek day On Thursday and Friday the weekends get planned That leaves Tuesday The Bad Day I hate Tuesday's The cold wind blows The cold wind blows through the holes in my life It blows where joy once made a home in my heart It blows where happiness briefly rested while on its journey to others It blows where love should be but is missing and presumed dead It blows where sadness murdered laughter in the battlefield of my soul It blows where bitterness and resentment ruthlessly destroyed all pleasure It blows where anger, fear and hate made war on my affections and won It's going to be a cold winter this year Free Spirit I am a free spirit. I laugh I talk I joke Remaining true is a concept Betrayal is an opinion Deserving anything or nothing is a fact of life Mistakes get made Hate Hate Harsh Raw emotion Inwardly destructive Unsparingly ever present Unstoppable Uncontrollable Slowly Building Explodes from within the deepest reaches of the soul Hell Stress Stress is a killer Slowly, surely, waiting to strike Waiting till tension has built to a peak Then WHAM! Stress hits Stress is contagious and spreads like wildfire Unpleasant feelings Artificial low Tension ever increasing We all hate stress and it knows it That's why it will never go away Same Sh*t Different Day I go to work Copy this, type that Monotonous Repetitive Always longing to enter autopilot mode Never changing Always the same Same Sh*t, Different Day Work Why do we sweat and toil? Doing jobs we hate Getting up far too early Not getting back home till late We work to buy the food we eat And to pay our tax We work cos that's what we're supposed to do Even if it strains our backs The work gets harder as we get old Until we get our pension Then we're forgotten by our old employers And nevermore get a mention 'Why do we work?', I hear you cry 'Why do we sweat and toil?' It's because of those in power Acting like they're royal! Who are these people who sit around? What do they do all day? They are the Governments of the world And we have to do what they say. Meeting the Ex Meeting. Date. Not for the first time but still apprehensive. No idea what to wear. Smart? Casual? Do I shave or do I not? Questions, Questions. All I want now are answers. The Warm Lazy Days of Winter Only February Bright sun Mediterranean climate Shorts showing healthy muscled legs Bare chests revealing rippling six packs Spring has not yet begun But the weather feels like summer already I'll never complain about British weather again Destroying the world You trample over Earth and take the life out from the soil. Your jokes they cause no mirth. Do your share of the toil. Stop your fucking fighting. Stop the war, the pain, the hate. Your torture will be biting, when we lead you to your fate. You are a danger, and a threat, to you and those around you. Our simple rules, you just don't get, the idea of peace confounds you. This horrible depression, isn't just a youthful phase. It isn't an impression, it's a job that never pays. When were humans so divorced, from the Earth that bred their kind that they think of it as different and they leave its ways behind? Chemicals cause emotions, but holy they remain. For all of nature's motions are divine, and not insane. Why do you hate me so, because I think differently from you? Only the purest seeds I sow and my intentions are all true. I will ever love all until they harm in vain. The things you kill - eat them all, unless they cause you pain. I know not what to say to convince you of my point. My beliefs out here I lay, I hope I didn't disappoint. Think what I say is right or wrong, it matters not to me. But harm something that's done no wrong and my hatred you will see. |
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| Discoveria | 11 Jan 2014, 14:37 Post #4 |
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Drag Queen
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This is an old one that I had totally forgotten about. I have a few others that I may post in due course, but for now... a blast from the past, about courage, and honesty, and being yourself... http://allpoetry.com/poem/8886919 Open from Inside I never thought I'd live to see the day my closet doors would open from inside when I would choose to say these words: I'm gay. I feared to put my feelings on display and I confess I have withheld and lied. I never thought I'd live to see the day when I could let my thoughts and yearnings stray to depths that faith and people had denied, when I would choose to say these words: I'm gay. I kept all my dark demons locked away and had a slew of secrets I would hide. I never thought I'd live to see the day that deviation would be deemed okay, and nobody would preach or mock or chide when I would choose to say these words: I'm gay. I never thought I'd get to freely say these words without the shame - instead with pride; I never thought I'd live to see the day when I would choose to say these words: I'm gay. |
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| BearNation | 16 Jan 2014, 10:32 Post #5 |
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Bobby Butterpaws
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A short allegory I wrote about gay marriage several years ago. It would be more optimistic if I wrote it today. PARABLE OF AMERICA Once upon a time, there was a small village in our land; the village was named “America.” Because the village was so small, there was only one church, America Baptist Church. One fine day at choir practice, Steve asked why all the baptisms at ABC were by full immersion. “Surely some people are too scared of the water to go all the way under,” he said. The choir members suggested Steve go to the Board of Deacons. Unfortunately, the deacons were not pleased with Steve’s question. They said only deviant people even considered such things. Baptisms were always by full immersion and that was the way it had always been. In truth, one of the deacons had been sprinkled as a child in another village, but it was a secret he was determined to take to his grave. “I don’t want to be fully immersed, I want to be sprinkled,” declared Steve. “No one else wants to be sprinkled,” replied the deacons, “so why must you be so difficult?” Steve started asking the people at ABC and discovered about 10% agreed with his views on baptism and other things, too. Steve and his friends decided if they did not fit in with the way things were done at ABC, they would form their own church, to be named America Methodist Church. There was an old, abandoned community center downtown that had been an eyesore for many years, but Steve and his friends thought with some loving renovation it would make a splendid home for the AMC. Steve asked the Town Council if he could buy the community center from the town so that AMC could renovate it and make it their beautiful new sanctuary. Sadly, though, all of the members of the Town Council were also members of ABC; they declared that Steve did not have the right to submit a bid on the property. Steve and his friends were upset they had been denied their opportunity. Leslie suggested talking to the American Civil Liberties Union, which they did. With the help of the ACLU, Steve and Leslie and the other prospective members of the AMC sued the Town Council for the right to purchase the property. Although Steve was no longer alone, he was being called “unpatriotic,” “ungodly,” and many other unkind things. Some people would no longer talk to him in public and he started receiving hate mail. During the trial, people said many things. The chair of the deacons claimed that it would weaken the institution of baptism at ABC if Methodists were allowed to sprinkle. Leslie answered that the folks of ABC were quite welcome to continue to practice baptism as they saw fit, but the folks of AMC should be entitled to do it their own way. The judge listened carefully to what both sides said and eventually ruled that Methodists were entitled to the same rights as every other person in America and that Steve and Leslie and the others had the right to bid on the abandoned community center. Elections for Town Council were held not long after the judge issued her ruling. Steve decided he would run for election on a pro-AMC platform. However, the Mayor declared he thought that America should have only one church and proposed that the Town Council pass a “Protection of Baptism” act that would designate America as a sprinkling-free zone and turn the old community center into a Sanctity of Baptism Memorial. Many people who personally agreed with baptism by immersion thought that the Mayor and Town Council were going too far in trying to contradict the judge and restrict the rights of the Methodists. However, 56% of the people who went to the polls agreed with the Mayor, and to this day, America has only one church. |
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| Discoveria | 5 Jul 2015, 23:49 Post #6 |
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Drag Queen
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Northern Gays (a parody of Daffodils by William Wordsworth) I wandered newly out and proud Through Manchester's Canal Street ways When all at once I saw a crowd Of working-class Mancunian gays, By Rembrandt bar, beneath the flags, Gossiping and flirting, some in drag. Conspicuous as the lights that shine Above the doors to G-A-Y, They stretched in loud and raucous lines Of bearded bears and twinky guys: A hundred saw I at a glance, Tossing back shots and trying to dance. The hot bartenders watched as they Sang karaoke songs with glee. A straight boy could not but feel gay In such unhindered company! From club to club I followed them: Tribeca, Oscars, AXM. Now oft when on my bed I lie Alone or in a horny mood, I think of those Canal Street guys In hot-pants, thongs, or fully nude, And then my shaft will stiffly raise And dance just like those Northern gays. |
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