My Dad was a breast man, he called them TITTY-BALLS,I guess this was his version of knockers, melons or boobs.When I was three my Mom took me brasserie shopping with her,Maybe not her best decision.When I saw all those mannequins with their bras on,I screamed, “Mom, look at all the TITTY-BALLS!In shame she took me… Read More Titty-Balls
The intensity of your anger,Burns a hole in my soul.You lash out with bitterness,Hatred fills the air.You say the past few years,Have taught you not to give a fuck.I know it’s been hard,And the trials never seem to end.Yet I believe buried in the depths,Is the happy girl of yoreRoy RichardOctober 2023
The Five Percent The boss jokes as he squeezes my shoulder, “You do such a good job; I got a bonus for you!” I sigh, blink hard and look at the ground. “The guys on P Line are struggling with production numbers, “Go see if you can help them out” I spin and head that… Read More The Five Percent
He never challenged authority, Cause that’s not the right thing. He followed all the rules and regulations. Cause that is what is expected. He feared losing love and acceptance. Cause he was told not to shame. So, he became a recluse, living in fear. Cause to be seen might break a rule. No one noticed… Read More Cause
In the depths of my mind, There exists a realm. Monsters stalk this land, Rumormongers tell tales, And Politicians wag their fingers. Yet in this place there is a goodness, Derived from incredible acceptance. No one hangs their head in shame, Everyone’s gender, race and religion are accepted. I thrive here comfortable in my skin.… Read More There Is A Land
My first attempt at Blank VerseI grasped her lovely neck with my handsFeeling the now strong beat of her heart thereI force myself to gently squeeze at firstShe smirks, laughs and mocks, her eyes defiantI hesitate before releasing her My anger becomes humiliation and shameShe laughs deeply as I release her throatLooser, Scum, Cuckold, along… Read More Her Neck
There is a man. Of small stature. That dwells deep inside my head. He is a little bastard. Ordering my thoughts. My personality tests introvert. All because of him. I crawl into my shell, And hide away. I’m quiet, deep and shy. Because he directs my thoughts. Being alone recharges our batteries. People think I’m… Read More There Is a Man
Based on Jesus’ teaching in John Chapter 8.She avoided the commons area, Knowing that they looked for her.But this day her luck ran out.She turned the corner only to face her accusers.At the sight of her their voices lowered,The mumbling assaulted her ears,She looked to the ground, her cheeks burning red.Frozen in place, her terror… Read More The Accused
My first couplet Well life sucks And that’s my luck Roy Richard Sept 2023 two lines of verse, usually in the same meter and joined by rhyme, that form a unit.
My first attempt at a CinquainMy LustOverpowers meI deny it, choke itMy mind cries out for action, fulfillmentFetishRoy RichardSept 2023
Ramblings of an Old Coot 