- Erotic Poetry
- Wake Me!
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Click hereWake Me!
That night all the whores and
lovers came to wake me
What a vision!
All of us down at Clancy's Pub,
in the lounge of course
Alice Beecham, the first thru the door
kissed me on the mouth
didn't sit well with the wife
She'd had her suspicions,
now out in the open
In came Angela Patrillo,
I knew her husband well
I filled in for him every week,
starting the day after he went to hell
Sally Stanford, the widow Harrington
big breasts visible beneath
her black lace shawl
Patted me on the shoulder,
perfume as heavy
as her hips
My wife's nose
picked up the familiar scent,
the same as my cardigan
after a late night stroll
Mary O'Reilly hammered her way in
with that blasted cane,
a souvenir of Lourdes
but she still limped!
Put her on a bed
she could do circus tricks
Halley O'Shaughnessy came in
with her young Yank husband
He'd inherited Jackie's place
now a gentleman farmer
How many times had I plowed his furrow
before he bolted the door?
Katherine Rhymes arrived,
sweating like a steam engineer.
Kissed me on the cheek,
sweat dripping onto my nose
I used to have to ask her to draw the bath
I could not go home stinking
of potatoes and bacon
Nell O'Rourke arrived with five of her children,
two who looked just like me,
embraced me sweetly
smelling of peppermint
caramel suckers
The parish priest came in
asked for a whiskey neat
Smiled at me saying,
"What a beautiful boy I'd been"
patted my cheek
made me want to leak
But I was not getting up again
I lay powerless in the open coffin
watching the proceedings
Till Clancy, a beer in hand, came near,
exclaimed,
"By God the Man's
got an Irish toothache!"*
boner *
*A death erection, or boner (also named "angel lust") is a postmortem erection.
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 8 years agothe Irish go down a-swinging and a-telling of the ride. TK U MLJ LV NV
HoneyAdoredover 8 years ago...I wonder if they struggled to get the lid on!?!
I thought this was brilliant.
Though it is a shame, it did not spark more of a bragging battle between you and Tod.
todski28over 10 years agoWould include a hell of a lot more than you have here, I was looking at it from a realistic perspective regarding the ramble of lovers in a lifetime, but some people just aren't as promiscuous as others. Not a knock on anyone just an observation
Ashesh9over 10 years agoErect Phallus & a history of extra-marital affairs lyin' in " state" so to speak as a host of neighbours 'n lovers descend on the flower bececked body ! Now about stylin your poetry over to the Technical experts : am 'fraid am a Babe in the woods where style is concerned ?!?!?
erectus123over 10 years agoAuthorperhaps you and 1201 are correct, the problem is most people do not realize how many lovers etc. a man has (and women as well), especially in a small community, I suppose I tried to err on the side of reality rather than art. thanks for your comment! Will consider revision. Todski, Ashesh what do you think?
twelveooneover 10 years agoas in too long, you are shot gunning, missing direct hits. sorry e, do i piss you boys off? shorten beecham, partillo is rather good, and the parish priest, excellent! Now what in the hell is this simon shit?
5ed
ps ur comments on others are non specific
ah, wtf do i know, eh, no poet i?
todski28over 10 years agoMaybe you could of had the friends offer last rides instead of rights :-)
GuiltyPleasureover 10 years ago....of sins past, a true Irish wake. Nicely done but the procession of "whores and lovers" is rather long and almost made me glaze over. When it comes down to it you can't keep a good swordsman down. :-) The uneven indentation seemed random, was there a reason? I enjoyed it enough for a 5.
