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Gay Poems
Topic Started: 8 Jan 2014, 21:05 (145 Views)
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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.
"...to be the most effective form of human government."
Professor Simon Goldacre
formerly Administrator of the Utopia Foundation
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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.
"...to be the most effective form of human government."
Professor Simon Goldacre
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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.
Are you gonna go, to the Sodom and Gomorrah Show? It's got everything you need for your complete entertainment and instruction. Sun, Sex, Sin, Divine Intervention, Death and Destruction. The Sodom and Gomorrah show is a once-in-a-lifetime production.
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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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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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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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