Where are they? Oh, I have lopped off
both stones!!
The pair hung below
unused –
what should have been bold
is now shriveled.
What disappointment!
Do not fear, dear Man,
they will be kept well,
here in palms;
in succulent, sweaty,
sweet feminine
palms.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
oooooooohh Scary
Hideously wonderful
I took this personally!
Ouch.
I believe this is called, “jumping the shark.” I prefer, “The Male Response, Touchy Bits.”
She held my ‘nads in her hand.
Cradled nay.
Perhaps lovingly ladled.
Like Lenin posters on
an old Polish May Day.
Or homemade soup
made with love and
family proofed.
But those were still my stones.
A rough gift to submit.
A passive aggressive gift,
could even cause a sub/dom rift.
But worth the weight of the world.
If handled with care.
But that was the dare.
Ah! That was indeed the dare. Nice poem! I quite enjoyed that one!
Ah… very nice…. roller coaster!
🙂
Mae Day Posters
How many should I print?
Many Many Many!!!!
Reblogged this on Polly.
Polly…thank you for the reblog!!
Brilliant
Is the man a coward when confronted with the sacred feminine? Man should remember they all have a mother who gave birth to them.
Comparatively! Socially, he should not be. In this case,
chivalry is absent. The feminine is more chivalrous!
Drifting Wood. Or (rather) “Mae Dae”
(a crippled ship’s cry for help)
CENTURY STORM HITS (Euro Crisis)
Economic
tree’s contrived
to stay alive.
Eternal Roots.
Rocked
up branched
Heveled.
and still
aloof… and aloft.
nonsense
Earth defiled.
PICK A Hurricane Name (insert here, I suggest Irene, most will choose Katrina)
Pissed off Boots.
And tailored suits
Wanted more
But Maggie Mae
Did not care,
Showed resolve,
Held no fear.
Put the
Suitors on trial,
with her
lack of fear
and her
Joan of Arc
“glossy” Vernier.
Land and sea devoured,
the tailored types
Counted hours
and minutes
and predicted the
demise
of the wine
swilling delights.
THEIR COCKTAIL hour friends!
Darkness descends,
fast reached end,
Mae’s Rambunctious
Oyster pearled
life
stemmed.
Not a man’s
Wardrobe
SURVIVED.
for long.
But balls.
required
Monsoon sized,
Desired.
Receded so quick
a Gelded afflict
Mad male balls
De-camped
And clipped.
And retired.
I am beyond flattered, my friend! Brilliant writing. I am posting this to my facebook 🙂 Thank you for the smile…I am just so flattered I don’t know what to say!
painful imagery. good work and thanks. my condolences to “him.”
My condolences as well to “him”. 😉 Thank you for the comment!
Oooooh … harsh. Makes me wonder what he did to deserve that!
Hmmm..perhaps he didn’t 😉 Thanks for the comment!
scared stiff
wrinkles
in fear
promise of warm palms
leaves soft eye
paling
scared
yet still
somehow
slightly stiff?
LOL….That is terrific…and quite interesting at the same time?!
“YOU STOLE MY JESUS FISH, DIDN’T YA?!”
The slight evil that resides in all of the feminine persuasion.
🙂 ❤ you!!!