Desire – what is it good for?
tender is the night
long is the day’s journey into night
it’s easier to name a street car
than it is to name one’s desire
never attempt a ménage in a glass menagerie
there is nothing less erotic than a red wheelbarrow
a thing of beauty is a joy for a fortnight.
photo taken in Sitges, Catalonia.
Shay over at: Desperate Poets
asks us to write about desperate desire. This is a poem from a while back about desire, thought it might fit, and here’s one about a different kind of desire.
The Reverend George Weeble
The Reverend George Weeble
liked to visit churches
in foreign lands,
his parishioners called him:
the steeplechaser.
When I’m old and feeble,
George Weeble said,
when I retire,
my one desire
is to be
where the spires conspire
to show me the way.
I enjoyed both poems, Jim, but especially the first.
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Thanks Sherry!
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A light touch and a fondness for puns will get you a long way in the avoidance of human bondage, but (disclaimer) may possibly lead to encounters with the lord of the flies. An entertaining pair, Jim.
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Ah yes, human bondage…..there is S&M in SomerSet MaughaM….ouch! Thanks for reading Joy!
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Both equal in their brevity. The first made me smile. The second made me wonder.
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Glad you liked them Paul!
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Your sense of humour shines through every word. Thanks for sharing your gift.
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Thank you Suzanne, glad you liked them!
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Liked these both, too. For some reason a couple I know involved a wheelbarrow in the wedding affairs (she in the barrow, he pushing), so maybe some people might fing that red one erotic! I expect Wheedle will be disappointed in his desires.
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There’s more to wheelbarrows than meets the eye!
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Bless you George Weeble, and may your desire land you directly on the in-spired spot.
–Shay
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A nubile pair of thorny desires.
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