#1977 - Hello Poetry

The guys lounge in chairs in the worker's canteen smoking and chatting and swearing ogling page 3 girls, I read Spinoza's Ethics Deus in omnibus, two girls from the upstairs office enter to use the drink machine slim dames one blonde one brunette ignore the guys as they fathom the machine's guide, Dio in tutte le cose I read not gazing at the dames but smelling the scents of them alluring, hey Sheila how was it last night? You give him some huh? Said girl looks daggers pulls a face looks away, I turn a page then look up capture nearest girl's fruits then back to Spinoza eyes on the page, guess she did Lewis says others guffaw eyeing the two dames wanting to paw, ignore them they're just too rude the other dame says waiting for the drink cup to fall, The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak Spinoza wrote I read, the girls depart with their drinks nice *** you've got you two Kev says smiling watching them disappear with guffaws and a cheer, I close the book their scent remains lingering in the air as if in a dream they're still there.

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Oct 22, 2016

Oct 22, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC

TerryCollett

GUYS AND DOLLS 1977.

The guys lounge in chairs in the worker's canteen smoking and chatting and swearing ogling page 3 girls, I read Spinoza's Ethics Deus in omnibus, two girls from the upstairs office enter to use the drink machine slim dames one blonde one brunette ignore the guys as they fathom the machine's guide, Dio in tutte le cose I read not gazing at the dames but smelling the scents of them alluring, hey Sheila how was it last night? You give him some huh? Said girl looks daggers pulls a face looks away, I turn a page then look up capture nearest girl's fruits then back to Spinoza eyes on the page, guess she did Lewis says others guffaw eyeing the two dames wanting to paw, ignore them they're just too rude the other dame says waiting for the drink cup to fall, The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak Spinoza wrote I read, the girls depart with their drinks nice *** you've got you two Kev says smiling watching them disappear with guffaws and a cheer, I close the book their scent remains lingering in the air as if in a dream they're still there.

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You moved the cakes from the rack and put them on the pallet carefully so they wouldn't fall, you gazed at the metal note board where the cake orders were 20 cupcakes you read and moved on to where the cupcakes were stacked, Natanya the night before stretched out on the bed arms spread wide legs likewise you ********** studying her fruits, Socrates est negativa you had read in some book before you climbed the stairs to bed questo non è mondo reale the Italian guy had said, you handed down the cupcakes and placed them on the pallet carefully against the side next to the ginger cakes, Natanya watched as you undressed muttering about this or that warm up game you undressed stood there waiting your piece proud, nessun altro mondo the other Italian guy said in the book you read, you moved the pallet on to the next cake section and studied the list 40 Sandwich cakes you handled the cakes in between your hands and on to the pallet someone had inked Led Zeppelin rock on the pallet back, Natanya moved to the side of the bed as you sat there games? She said if you want you said and she moved over you and mouthed you, questo è il mondo reale the Italian replied and you closed the book and walked the stairs, the list of cakes was completed and you pushed the pallet to the checkers who checked the cakes with the list, you mused I couldn't do that brain deadening job unless ******

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Dec 14, 2016

Dec 14, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC

TerryCollett

CAKE BUSINESS 1977.

You moved the cakes from the rack and put them on the pallet carefully so they wouldn't fall, you gazed at the metal note board where the cake orders were 20 cupcakes you read and moved on to where the cupcakes were stacked, Natanya the night before stretched out on the bed arms spread wide legs likewise you ********** studying her fruits, Socrates est negativa you had read in some book before you climbed the stairs to bed questo non è mondo reale the Italian guy had said, you handed down the cupcakes and placed them on the pallet carefully against the side next to the ginger cakes, Natanya watched as you undressed muttering about this or that warm up game you undressed stood there waiting your piece proud, nessun altro mondo the other Italian guy said in the book you read, you moved the pallet on to the next cake section and studied the list 40 Sandwich cakes you handled the cakes in between your hands and on to the pallet someone had inked Led Zeppelin rock on the pallet back, Natanya moved to the side of the bed as you sat there games? She said if you want you said and she moved over you and mouthed you, questo è il mondo reale the Italian replied and you closed the book and walked the stairs, the list of cakes was completed and you pushed the pallet to the checkers who checked the cakes with the list, you mused I couldn't do that brain deadening job unless ******

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She liked to dance. The red dress swirled as she danced. There were eyes watching her move. I watched her from my corner; drink in hand sipping, my eyes gorging on her beauty. The tango music brought her to a fresh life. How the feet moved, steps as if new found. The music played, the beat got her feet. Others watched in a silent gaze, murmuring words came later, qualms about how her legs showed as she swirled the red dress, some caught sight of underwear. I said nothing just watched her dance and swirl. My kind of woman, my sort of girl.

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May 29, 2016

May 29, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC

TerryCollett

SHE LIKED TO DANCE 1977.

She liked to dance. The red dress swirled as she danced. There were eyes watching her move. I watched her from my corner; drink in hand sipping, my eyes gorging on her beauty. The tango music brought her to a fresh life. How the feet moved, steps as if new found. The music played, the beat got her feet. Others watched in a silent gaze, murmuring words came later, qualms about how her legs showed as she swirled the red dress, some caught sight of underwear. I said nothing just watched her dance and swirl. My kind of woman, my sort of girl.

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Very well don't then Benny said. Netanya turned over in bed. He could see her bra strap outline through her flimsy night dress of gentle pink. Her dark hair with tints of grey She had one of her heads and was tired and fed up with *** anyway. He stared at the ceiling in the semi dark where patterns made by street lights outside. A car went past headlights racing across the room then gone. The dog barked downstairs. He thought back to Yiska years before in the woods by the playing field at high school. Them lying there in amongst the scrubs she removing underclothes quickly in her passion. He listening out in case prefects came. Boys playing football gave yells and shouts out on the field. He entered her and pumped in amateur fashion. Both excited and exhausted passion. Netanya's back is curved away. He can smell her foreign scent she buys. No *** tonight no game to play or urge to satisfy. Her passion gone or spent. He lay awake drinking in her foreign scent.

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Jul 14, 2017

Jul 14, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC

TerryCollett

VERY WELL DON'T 1977.

Very well don't then Benny said. Netanya turned over in bed. He could see her bra strap outline through her flimsy night dress of gentle pink. Her dark hair with tints of grey She had one of her heads and was tired and fed up with *** anyway. He stared at the ceiling in the semi dark where patterns made by street lights outside. A car went past headlights racing across the room then gone. The dog barked downstairs. He thought back to Yiska years before in the woods by the playing field at high school. Them lying there in amongst the scrubs she removing underclothes quickly in her passion. He listening out in case prefects came. Boys playing football gave yells and shouts out on the field. He entered her and pumped in amateur fashion. Both excited and exhausted passion. Netanya's back is curved away. He can smell her foreign scent she buys. No *** tonight no game to play or urge to satisfy. Her passion gone or spent. He lay awake drinking in her foreign scent.

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What are you writing?" Netanya said. I paused typing. "Poetry," I replied. "Can I see?" I showed her a typed page. "What's it about?" She peered at the typed page. "You read it to me," she said. She handed me the page. I read her the page. "Bit abstract," she said. I wanted to continue to type before the ideas fled. "Read it again," she said. I read it again, translating the Latin words into English. "It makes sense now," she said. I began typing again and she smiled and left the room. Downstairs the T.V. played. Her daughter played some music in her room a bit loud. I typed two fingers until the page was done. No errors despite the interruption and the noise. I pulled out the typed page and read it through. I guessed I'd have to read it through for her too.

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Jul 18, 2018

Jul 18, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC

TerryCollett

What She Read 1977

What are you writing?" Netanya said. I paused typing. "Poetry," I replied. "Can I see?" I showed her a typed page. "What's it about?" She peered at the typed page. "You read it to me," she said. She handed me the page. I read her the page. "Bit abstract," she said. I wanted to continue to type before the ideas fled. "Read it again," she said. I read it again, translating the Latin words into English. "It makes sense now," she said. I began typing again and she smiled and left the room. Downstairs the T.V. played. Her daughter played some music in her room a bit loud. I typed two fingers until the page was done. No errors despite the interruption and the noise. I pulled out the typed page and read it through. I guessed I'd have to read it through for her too.

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