"bedmate" poems
He was never my classmate,
Neither was he my schoolmate,
As we have met on OkCupid,
Which is where we got suited.
He soon became my tablemate,
Then got promoted to bedmate,
Ranging from late-night nosh
To some naughty oh-my-gosh.
He was my almost-roommate,
Now, a hopeful housemate,
Since he would visit me daily
And keep me company gaily.
He was frequently my seatmate,
As well as invaluable playmate,
For we traveled places together
And cloyingly wrestled each other.
He has always been my helpmate,
And is presently my best teammate,
As he has cheered me up from afar,
As we chat as if there is no au revoir.
He will one day become my inmate,
Plus my hard-working workmate,
Since we will both have mini-me’s
Forcing us to slog away on our knees.
He is undoubtedly my soulmate,
One who is to become my lifemate,
For he is a romantic yet **** geek,
A keeper with charms all too unique.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
Joy stayed with me a night--
Young and free and fair--
And in the morning light
He left me there.
Then Sorrow came to stay,
And lay upon my breast
He walked with me in the day.
And knew me best.
I'll never be a bride,
Nor yet celibate,
So I'm living now with Pride--
A cold bedmate.
He must not hear nor see,
Nor could he forgive
That Sorrow still visits me
Each day I live.
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When a woman says: she likes
The man to take the initiative;
What she is really saying is:
*“Yes, I will **** you, just ask.”*
As I write these words,
I rent The Eugene O’Neill Theater,
Located between Broadway &
8th Ave, on West 49th Street,
No shabby venue, I might add.
Then I stage & cast the play,
Choosing for the role of me,
Myself: Queequeg.
Ishmael’s Crypto-Gay,
New Bedford, Mass bedmate,
A large, well-toned, muscled
Man of much ink & few words,
Just short pigeon-English phrases,
Utterances such as: “I likee.”
That’s right, playing me is
Melville’s freaky, tattooed,
Polynesian harpooner,
Right out of *Moby ****
And should the ****** imagery &
Metaphor of me—yours truly—
Packing a harpoon in my trousers,
Prove a trifle too scrumptiously
Potent for you, consider please the
****** potential of a three-way with
Chingachgook.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
here we are again
walls, white
cotton sheets
teal socks with the tread
we share small talk
i ask about home
things are the same there
i tell you about my bedmate
she thinks she's satan
it's all up from here
when you leave
i sit down to dinner
a jail meal
it drips from the mute's lips
who sits staring
at the table diagonal from me
she is afraid of dogs
i, a dog
bite a dry piece of bread
and cough
in this lowland we halt and look up to the sun
but see only a black sky
and when you ask
are you getting better
the response
yes
is for you
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
Eyelids slowly part to soft sunlight
Glowing off of the red highlights
In your beard
Good morning
Mmm...it's always good with you here
Your hardness a welcome bedmate
Birds singing through the window
India Temple incense smoke
Hazing the shadows
Circling the heat between our frames
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
heres is the story of
Bad boy Bill...
..with slight of hand
he had the plate
with eight pieces
of skate
which he quickly ate
not that he was
a deadweight
he did share
with a mate
before he did
donate the *****
plate to the nearest
gutter grate
he was a pick pocket
that he could not debate
he had given going straight
a trial but could not cognate
the traits of the cheapskate
state that gave him too many
gates to open only to end up
at the same old checkmate
so after beating his breastplate
he went on the lam
lashed out against
the ingrate magnates
and after a spate
of flyweight burglaries
he now awaits
as a sometimes
somnambulate inmate
at the pleasure
of the abrogate state
in a room slightly
larger that a crate
with a surly
burly bedmate.
they who dictate
think he will be
down for at least eight
he was at this news
discombobulatedly
disconsulate
But that is the fate
of those who hesitate
to choose bad over good
and manipulate the laws
of the land.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
Good and bad are always housed
Under the same roof
It all depends
On who you make your bedmate
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
I woke up
Eye to eye
Face to face
With a stranger.
She was a hard reminder of my past
A promise of my future
As she greeted me with a kiss
She whispered her name.
“Today.”
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
strange bedfellows we do make
where have i heard that
but looking at you
next to me
asleep
looking peaceful
i know that this is true
i wouldn't have picked you
from a crowd
but you picked me
and i gave it a chance
*out of loneliness, maybe
... feeling ***** quite possibly*
and i'm glad i did
because strange can be good
when it comes to bedfellows.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC