A couple of poems
 

Passion

The virginal hue of sweat skin,
Unwept, unkept
Awkward glances
Grasping, groping
Taking chances
Loving, lusting
Playful games
Touching, trusting
Fuel to flame.
Entangled bodies
On their honeymoon.



Friedrich Wilhelm

There once lived a fellow named Nietzsche
Whose philosophy wasn’t so peachy.
The problem was he wasn’t swimmin’
Amongst all of the beautiful women.




The Last Cry of Masao

I was playing in the street
Near a temple, a school, a market
August 9th, 1945.

I was playing in the street
With Yoshi, Kiyoko, and Tenchi
Not so far from Kokura.

I was playing in the street
On a beautiful Thursday morning
In the town of Nagasaki.


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Let me know what you think...

Cheers,
JD

Good stuff... I especially like the last one. Did you make it end so abrubtly on purpose? To me it almost feels unfinished, like there was more to say, but it got cut off suddenly. It seems fitting.

phoenix-

Well, the last stanza for 'The Last Cry of Masao' was...

I was playing in the street
And you dropped a bomb on me.


...but my creative writing professor didn't like it, so I took it out and forgot to put it back in. Does that work better?

Thanks for the feedback,
JD

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