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A little betrayal
(Poetry)
8-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
La petite mort tickles in the sweet, sweat-soaked sheets,
Welcome and warm in the space where love and lust meets.
Rising and writhing to a climax of intimate desires,
Love doesn't just make fools of us, it also makes us liars.
Absent Minded Love
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
I forgot how to love you. I woke up one morning and it was gone.
The certainty, the surety, the guarantee.
No longer able to remember the words to an over-familiar song.
I forgot how to love you.
I'm lost, miserable, forlorn.
Where once you...
Afterglow
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Friction burned
And achy-backed
Yawning-tired
And empty sacked.
Dissipated
Sated
Used and abused.
You had your way with me.
Sleepy-eyed
And tousled hair
Unclad, naked
And utterly bare.
Unsuitable
But beautiful.
Sweet treat.
You...
Always on the List
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
The one thing I neglect,
The one thing I always forget.
No doubt it would end my sorrow,
So I must remember it tomorrow.
It's not like it's even small,
You'd think I couldn't miss it at all.
Every day returning empty-handed,
Forgetting what...
An Un-losable Game
(Poetry)
19-10-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
In candle-light I see her form.
In shadows she rises and falls.
Beloved in this blessed dorm.
A masculine urge of nature calls.
Touches, on the point of pressure,
Whispered breath upon my skin,
Pleasure given, returned in pleasure,...
Arboreal Emotions
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
I am a tree, and when you touch me,
My human child,
It does horrible things to me.
Infects my bark, pollutes my sap
And for a decade I’m dizzy.
I am a tree, and you my human child,
Are the wrong species for me.
Perhaps a lovely shrub or...
Bad Poetry
(Poetry)
26-08-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Prostitute my thoughts,
Put them on your dinner plate.
Sell them off in separate lots.
Open my mind and leave it to fate.
Empty out the dark and the light.
Say it all out loud.
Don’t discriminate wrong from right.
Every belief and bigotry...
Being Scotish
(Opinions)
1-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
ARE THE SCOTS A UNIQUE BREED?
It is generally accepted that the Scottish nation have provided a disproportionate amount to the world. From inventions and discoveries to literature and poetry the Scots voice is loudly heard.
Were I to list...
Better to Give
(Opinions)
28-05-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
I gave you a promise and a ring.
You gave me an itchy rash.
I gave you a big chocolate "thing".
You gave me the lash.
I gave you a nice new home.
You kicked me out before the paint had dried.
I gave you a silver brush and a silver comb.
You...
Big Amy's Birthday Poem
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Prime-time Princess, walk out in the world,
Mingle in the crowd.
Have your straight hair curled.
Do all that’s legally allowed.
Prime-time Princess, fall in and out of love.
Sail out beyond the shore.
Search for treasure, below and above....
Bigot
(Poetry)
1-11-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
The snail of your thoughts
Slithers to it's sad demise.
Whether you like it or not
What you believe are just lies.
No purpose to reasoned debate.
No worthy point will sway you.
You're much too in love with your hate
To let honesty...
Chris
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Chris is an adventurer.
Discovery is what his life is for.
Chris sees mystery in things life simply explains
Miracles are in every riddle that remains.
Chris's countenance is noble and brave.
There's not a damsel he wouldn't save.
Chris is...
Eat, Sleep, Dream Poetry
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
She takes a rhyme
And tosses it ear to ear,
Juggling the words till the meaning comes clear.
She eats alphabetti spaghetti before she goes to bed
So when she wakes in the night,
There’s poetry running through her head.
She lives her life in...
Everything But You
(Poetry)
19-10-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
I have the moon in my tummy and the stars in my eyes.
Got the breasts of the mountains, got the seas' thickened thighs.
Got every day in history
and days before that too.
Got a multitude of playmates
but all I want is you.
I have the...
Having, Have, Had
(Poetry)
1-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Having chosen the path of least resistance.
Having taken the road most travelled.
Having only heard the voice of most insistence.
Having seen all my mysteries unravelled.
I have lived a life of predictability.
I have lacked in talent and...
Hopeless advice to the hopeless
(Poetry)
18-06-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Don't think,don't ponder,don't contemplate,
Don't find things to complicate.
Don't chase the moon or the stars.
Be content with the way things are.
Don't pine,don't long,don't yearn.
Don't hope for things you cannot earn.
Don't take risks,...
Internet pool
(Poetry)
13-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
-----A/S/L?-----
a/s/l/. a/s/l? You ask it all the time.
Never giving yours but always wanting mine.
Click upon my profile if you really have to know
and i'll just sit here quietly and wait fer you to go.
If yer still in yer seat...
Jackie Ann Lashbrook
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
She shares a poetry page with me,
She shares my name.
She writes in a different style to me,
But, pretty much, the sentiment's the same.
I wonder how old she is.
Could be daughter, mother, sister, twin?
I wonder how tall she is.
Could be...
Life
(Poetry)
13-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
Adam was born of love.
Eve was born of lust.
And it pleases the Lord above,
to return us each to dust.
Life
(Poetry)
13-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
Adam was born of love.
Eve was born of lust.
And it pleases the Lord above,
to return us each to dust.
Limpet Love
(Poetry)
2-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Shackled to you,
You know I am.
And you couldn't care less.
Your biddable slave
You know I am,
Just another dolly for you to dress.
Easily you take me,
Easier still, you leave
And I have no say.
One way or another,
You’re not really...
Lucia's Lament
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Lucia longs for love, (like I do).
She yearns for serenity.
She sees dark clouds on sunshine days.
She dismisses, offhand, serendipity.
Lucia sleeps alone (like I do).
She hopes for redemption.
She sees sorrow in every smile.
She calls...
Mathematical Love
(Poetry)
2-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
I have proven
By algebraic calculation.
Should you and I,
Simply disregard pi
X and Y
Equals elation
I'll disprove
E=MC squared
If the result is you and me paired.
I'll turn the world of maths
Right on its over-sized head
If it...
Mother's monster
(Poetry)
26-08-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
A thumping on the stairs.
A pounding in the hall.
Suddenly music blares.
(“Pink” I think)
But I couldn’t be sure at all.
I lie atrembling in my bed,
As the kitchen kettle switches on.
Preparing myself, in my head,
To be horribly leapt...
My rash decision
(Poetry)
19-02-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
You are the irritation just below my skin.
The odd sense of failure whenever i win.
You're high maintenance and low return.
You are the lesson i never learn.
You are the "special" in "special needs".
The destination where all roads lead....
Note to Kate
(Poetry)
23-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
Note to Kate
Kate? Kate?
Wait. What rhymes with Kate?
Anyway Kate, I went on a date.
This girl could have lost some weight, Kate.
I told her, "It's never too late", Kate.
She called me a reprobate, Kate.
I took her to the local fete,...
Old Flames
(Poetry)
19-10-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
-----Old Flames-----
All my old flames are burning still.
They flicker in a past i don't recall.
All the pictures on my window sill,
Of a time i know, not at all.
Perfectly Nice
(Short Story)
14-04-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
From bud to blossom I’ve watched you grow.
I've tried to pass on a little I know.
You've been a joy in my darker days,
A solace in many, many ways.
You've been Jim Hawkins to my Ben Gunn.
I'm your Friday, you're my Robinson.
And though it's...
poetry
(Poetry)
1-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
-----A LITTLE BETRAYAL-----
La petite mort tickles in the sweet,sweat-soaked sheets,
Welcome and warm in the space where love and lust meets.
Rising and writhing to a climax of intimate desires,
Love doesn't just make fools of us, it...
Poetry competitions
(Poetry)
13-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
I won a months supply of yogurt from the rabbits foot review.
I won my weight in goldfish at the Edinburgh tattoo.
I have two weeks in Basingstoke I'm looking forward to.
Got a beta-max video and a midden-load o pooh.
(old and well...
Poetry competitions
(Poetry)
23-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
I won a month's supply of yoghurt from the rabbits foot review.
I won my weight in goldfish at the Edinburgh tattoo.
I have two weeks in Basingstoke i'm looking forward to.
Got a beta-max video and a midden-load o pooh.
(old and well...
Siren Song to Suzanne
(Poetry)
2-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Call me to you.
Lift your head and say my name.
Borrow a megaphone and wake the town.
Dub me your Prince and give me a crown.
Curse the day you met me, for breaking your heart,
And so easily mending the harm.
Call me beloved. The epitome of...
Skipper
(Poetry)
2-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
I shared his joy.
Stubby, manic tail flicking above yellow waves of wheat.
Each summer morning, door-waiting, desperate for another day to greet.
Furry ball of happiness, adventure-bound.
My much missed, much loved, childhood hound.
Small Fish
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
When I first caught my sweetheart,
She was a guppy, an elver, a stickleback.
And being too small
I threw her back.
Now.
Now she's a rainbow trout,
A sexy salmon, a dish of a fish.
And I,
Moral-boned idiot,
I threw her back!
Spring
(Poetry)
10-02-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Wishing for Spring.
Oh to be thin again
now that Spring is here.
Oh to be lithe and loverly,
Slender,slim,unblubbery.
Oh to be gorgeous
before the Summer flowers,
Without the need to exercise
for absolutely hours.
Oh to be miraculously...
Ten Things (for Josephine)
(Poetry)
15-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Name me ten things you'd like to eat.
Chocolate, fudge, octopussy
Little piggy-wiggies feet?
Name me ten celeb's you'd like to meet.
The Queen, the Pope, good ole Brucey,
Little pillock, Andre- Pete.
Name me ten places you'd like to go....
The Leaving Door ---
(Poetry)
2-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
Lust dances mischeivously in the opaque of eyes.
Egyptian cotton stained and imprinted with sweet goodbyes.
Passionate parting has littered the clothes-strewn floor.
One long farewell precedes the lovers' leaving door.
Un-Anchored Love
(Poetry)
2-09-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
Love is not fixed,
Anchored like a tall ship in a bay.
It infinitely changes day to day
And is as varied in flavour as ice cream.
Sometimes it's bitter-lime and green
Sometimes sugary-lemon sweet
Others, a passionate strawberry treat.
Even...
Uncharted Lover
(Poetry)
27-02-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
She wore little more than a Freudian slip
'round her slender waist a golden belt
Adorned with a butterfly at each hip.
She had wonderous, sparkling eyes of green
And few places on her body where a man hadn't been,
But she was unexplored to...
Undeniably In Love
(Poetry)
26-09-2005
by Jack Lashbrook
My love is undeniable!
Like hope
Like the tides.
Like the stars and the sun.
(In whom the moon confides)
Where-ever is my love,
There is where my heart resides.
Wimmen!
(Poetry)
26-08-2004
by Jack Lashbrook
For you I altered, re-arranged.
New friends made,
Old estranged.
I thinned, I perfumed, I groomed.
With all your wants
I was consumed.
For you I improved, I studied.
Your enemy’s noses I bloodied.
For you I smiled, I wept.
All desire, for...
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