Honeydew Syndrome Poetry Entries
Here are some entries I have for the Honeydew Syndrome contest, poetry. Please give me any input you can, especially on Not Enough Time poems #1 and #3, and Creep poem #2
Not Enough Time:
POV: 1st person, Jay, many years down the road
I find the need to apologize for last night.
After a long day at the office,
sweaty, jostling crowds on the bus home
you probably just wanted to walk in the door
kick off your shiny black loafers,
And nap.
I am ashamed to say,
the breath of cool autumn air -
against my waiting, lounging
nude body
excited me.
Perhaps,
I could have asked you how your day went
before the ping of pearl buttons
bouncing and skittering off the hardwood floor
distracted me.
Did I scare you by being so rough?
I’m sorry
I did not mean to make you scream quite
so loud.
I’ve been wanting to try that maneuver for a while.
I feel bad for my eagerness
I should have let you sleep… a little
I’m sure you’re exhausted at work
I promise to buy you a new,
button down dress shirt.
Forgive me?
POV: 1st person Metis, formal style poetry (Pantoum). The beginning and death of Metis and Josh's affair.
Loose the heat that makes hearts beat,
reins slide free from stuttered hands. Two
hands, two mouths, quicken into
shattered craters of panted breath and drums.
Reins slide free from stuttered hands, to
slip the jess beneath wings against sun
shattered. Craters of panted breath and drums
urge on the music between you and I and you.
Slip the jest beneath wings. Against suns
and stars, revolving moons now dead. No pleasure to
urge on the music. Between you, and I? And you!
That vastness between “you” and “I” expanding exponentially.
Hurry the process along, impatient now as
hands, too mouths - quicken. Into
sooted coldness as bodies, once entangled;
lose the heat that makes hearts beat.
POV: 1st person formal style poetry (tricky, since in the middle of the poem the form dictates you repeat exactly the lines above flipped reflection, punctuation is the only variations allowed... it's a little abstract) Josh loses himself in the sensual memories of a brief touch
Consummation
I felt his touch briefly and drowned
in his wake. I shiver (soft); torture! Lost
but for the purring in my veins. Gone. Gone.
Falling deeply, entrenched within sound,
inside, my heart pounding. Legs tight, crossed
to keep the heat in. Ah, to fawn
at his feet, arms lovingly bound,
curved with his curves, sweet but for the cost
to leave his side, and waking with the dawn.
To leave his side and waking with the dawn -
curved with his curves - sweet but for the cost
at his feet, arms lovingly bound
to keep the heat. In; ah! To fawn
inside my heart, pounding, legs tight crossed,
falling deeply. Entrenched within. Sound.
But, for the purring in my veins? Gone… gone…
In his wake I shiver, soft torture. Lost.
I felt his touch briefly. And drowned.
Creep
POV: 1st person formal style poetry (tricky, since in the middle of the poem the form dictates you repeat exactly the lines above flipped reflection, punctuation is the only variations allowed... it's a little abstract), Jay realizes the depth of commitment he's given Charles
Come to me he said, and I went,
curious. Soft longing wound in his song - more!
So sweet, no… so gentle! My heart lifted,
waiting for a moment; when energies spent -
one. Deep in the night - crashing on the far shore
and beaten. The freedom, split in two, gifted.
Everything I had ever known was bent,
gone. Was comfort all I had longed for?
Darkness fell, and all was shifted.
Darkness fell and all was shifted,
gone was comfort. All I had longed for,
everything I had ever known. Was bent
and beaten the freedom? Split in two? Gifted -
one deep in the night - crashing. On the far shore,
waiting for a moment when energies not spent,
“So sweet? NO!!” so gentle… my heart lifted,
curious soft. Longing wound in his song. More:
“Come to me” he said. And I… went.
POV: 1st person Charles, feels honored and humbled by the attention of Jay, who he sees as a beautiful angel. Formal style poetry, Villanelle
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
Those days, the touch of dusk, so much we share
He is soothing darkness to the blinding light
I am to others - strange, yet perfect in his sight
Everywhere we go, people still, pause, stop and stare
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
He moves over me, in me, inducing calming night
When he turns, I’m caressed by a cloud of fragrant hair
Hhe is soothing darkness to the blinding light
His body undulates smooth, so supple and tight
His eyes dance upon the stars, the moon, floating on air
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
He bubbles effervescent, my heart taking flight
He dances like he has the patent, laughs like he doesn’t care
He is soothing darkness to the blinding light
I bask, I roll, I tremble in his glow, so soft and bright
For his smile, the touch of his lips, nothing I wouldn’t dare
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
He is soothing darkness to the blinding light
Not Enough Time:
POV: 1st person, Jay, many years down the road
I find the need to apologize for last night.
After a long day at the office,
sweaty, jostling crowds on the bus home
you probably just wanted to walk in the door
kick off your shiny black loafers,
And nap.
I am ashamed to say,
the breath of cool autumn air -
against my waiting, lounging
nude body
excited me.
Perhaps,
I could have asked you how your day went
before the ping of pearl buttons
bouncing and skittering off the hardwood floor
distracted me.
Did I scare you by being so rough?
I’m sorry
I did not mean to make you scream quite
so loud.
I’ve been wanting to try that maneuver for a while.
I feel bad for my eagerness
I should have let you sleep… a little
I’m sure you’re exhausted at work
I promise to buy you a new,
button down dress shirt.
Forgive me?
POV: 1st person Metis, formal style poetry (Pantoum). The beginning and death of Metis and Josh's affair.
Loose the heat that makes hearts beat,
reins slide free from stuttered hands. Two
hands, two mouths, quicken into
shattered craters of panted breath and drums.
Reins slide free from stuttered hands, to
slip the jess beneath wings against sun
shattered. Craters of panted breath and drums
urge on the music between you and I and you.
Slip the jest beneath wings. Against suns
and stars, revolving moons now dead. No pleasure to
urge on the music. Between you, and I? And you!
That vastness between “you” and “I” expanding exponentially.
Hurry the process along, impatient now as
hands, too mouths - quicken. Into
sooted coldness as bodies, once entangled;
lose the heat that makes hearts beat.
POV: 1st person formal style poetry (tricky, since in the middle of the poem the form dictates you repeat exactly the lines above flipped reflection, punctuation is the only variations allowed... it's a little abstract) Josh loses himself in the sensual memories of a brief touch
Consummation
I felt his touch briefly and drowned
in his wake. I shiver (soft); torture! Lost
but for the purring in my veins. Gone. Gone.
Falling deeply, entrenched within sound,
inside, my heart pounding. Legs tight, crossed
to keep the heat in. Ah, to fawn
at his feet, arms lovingly bound,
curved with his curves, sweet but for the cost
to leave his side, and waking with the dawn.
To leave his side and waking with the dawn -
curved with his curves - sweet but for the cost
at his feet, arms lovingly bound
to keep the heat. In; ah! To fawn
inside my heart, pounding, legs tight crossed,
falling deeply. Entrenched within. Sound.
But, for the purring in my veins? Gone… gone…
In his wake I shiver, soft torture. Lost.
I felt his touch briefly. And drowned.
Creep
POV: 1st person formal style poetry (tricky, since in the middle of the poem the form dictates you repeat exactly the lines above flipped reflection, punctuation is the only variations allowed... it's a little abstract), Jay realizes the depth of commitment he's given Charles
Come to me he said, and I went,
curious. Soft longing wound in his song - more!
So sweet, no… so gentle! My heart lifted,
waiting for a moment; when energies spent -
one. Deep in the night - crashing on the far shore
and beaten. The freedom, split in two, gifted.
Everything I had ever known was bent,
gone. Was comfort all I had longed for?
Darkness fell, and all was shifted.
Darkness fell and all was shifted,
gone was comfort. All I had longed for,
everything I had ever known. Was bent
and beaten the freedom? Split in two? Gifted -
one deep in the night - crashing. On the far shore,
waiting for a moment when energies not spent,
“So sweet? NO!!” so gentle… my heart lifted,
curious soft. Longing wound in his song. More:
“Come to me” he said. And I… went.
POV: 1st person Charles, feels honored and humbled by the attention of Jay, who he sees as a beautiful angel. Formal style poetry, Villanelle
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
Those days, the touch of dusk, so much we share
He is soothing darkness to the blinding light
I am to others - strange, yet perfect in his sight
Everywhere we go, people still, pause, stop and stare
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
He moves over me, in me, inducing calming night
When he turns, I’m caressed by a cloud of fragrant hair
Hhe is soothing darkness to the blinding light
His body undulates smooth, so supple and tight
His eyes dance upon the stars, the moon, floating on air
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
He bubbles effervescent, my heart taking flight
He dances like he has the patent, laughs like he doesn’t care
He is soothing darkness to the blinding light
I bask, I roll, I tremble in his glow, so soft and bright
For his smile, the touch of his lips, nothing I wouldn’t dare
Within the wings of his arms, I feel reverently right
He is soothing darkness to the blinding light