Where Do You Go?

Via Kerry, Our Challenge from The Garden today is to "consider the theme of Dichotomy: the division of parts which may complement one another or create a sense of opposition. .  .  . Your poem may take any form and you are free to explore subject matter of your own choosing."   This immediately popped into my head.  I have no idea why.

long ago
when dark secrets could be kept
popes spent their days saving people's souls
and nights planting the seeds of
their bastards

~~::~~

"Popes had mistresses as young as fifteen years of age, were guilty of incest and sexual perversions of every sort, had innumerable children, were murdered in the very act of adultery. In the old Catholic phrase, why be holier than the Pope?"   Source

Afterthought: I was intending to write a triquain, but couldn't remember that name, nor the form. To be complete, the entry would require a 12 syllable line following the 9 syllable line, then another 9 syllable line following that to maintain symmetry.  Maybe this is a dwarf triquain.

VisDare 14

VisDare 14

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I'd had my eye on her for days.   When the time was right, I'd approach her. 

All right - truth to tell, I was working up the nerve.  But today was the day.  I'd boldly walk right up to her, and if things went well, sweep her into my arms.

Finally, I felt ready.  The time was right.  But on this day of all days, as her long strides took her on her way, and I set out to approach her, she had on a leash what must be a new pet.

And it was - of all things - a woman!

Trifextra: Week Sixty-One

The challenge:

This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 words including an idiom somewhere within.  Examples of idioms include - add fuel to the fire or wear your heart on your sleeve.  You can find more examples and a definition of idiom here.  Good luck!

Hey, no prob!

~~()~~

IDIOTM

I was horny, and came on like gangbusters.
She, mad as a wet hen, knocked me for a loop.
I was seeing stars.
But they were porn stars.

I was in hog heaven.

~~()~~

Five Sentence Fiction

CONQUER

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My wife burst into the tower chamber and found me naked in bed with the girl I had just deflowered.

While she screamed, calling me and the poor girl, who huddled terrified under the sheets, the most vile names imaginable, I poured myself a large flagon of sweet Dornish wine and sipped it, leaning against the mantle until her rage was spent.

"Klarys," I said, you know I truly love you, but occasionally I get a taste for something young, fresh and tender; and in my time as King, I've learned that when I want something, I can usually have it.

"What I want from you is to make yourself presentable, for you will be at my side tonight, smiling, beautiful, and very much my Queen, when we entertain that disgusting envoy from Braavos, and just now you do look a sight."

I turned to the girl and said, "Sweetling, my wife appears to be feeling neglected, so I shall spend the night in her chamber; but you won't be lonesome: a maid from the Summer Isles will stay with you -- and, mayhaps teach you a thing or two.

Friday Flash 55

This week, the G-Man gave us a fun and light-hearted mini-romp.

Mine is in a much darker hue.

 

Image from B&N [and my apologies to Mr. Olsen]

LAST RIGHT

I sat in the last pew.

Her husband sat in front, head bowed.

Her daughters, now almost grown women, looking so much like her, gave the readings.

I shed my silent tear, prayed for the repose of her soul; that her sins may be forgiven; and thanked God that they would never have to know.

__________\|/_________

Friday Flash 55 - Fun While it Lasts

 Picture found HERE

Fun While it Lasts

The last man on earth sat alone in a room.  There was a knock at the door.

He opened it, and let in the last woman.

“I’m a bitch and you’re an asshole, “ she said, taking off her clothes, “but we’re all we got.”

Things were interesting for a moment.

Then the meteor hit.

~ : ~ : ~

Friday Flash 55

3WW CCCXIX

Our three words:
brutal
grope
transfer

Dark. An invitation to the dance macabre.   It's beyond my capacity to make anything nice out of these words.  So - let's get it over quick.

an unwanted grope
a brutal fluid transfer
another conquest

Now I must go scrub my brain with a Brillo pad.

Five Sentence Fiction - Empty

Well, I managed to confuse myself a bit.  This FSF entry is inspired by the picture Angela Goff posted along with her FSF entry, and I mistook that for this week's prompt, which is actually the word EMPTY.  Lacking any better excuse, I'll blame it on two glasses of wine.  Here's the picture and my FSF story.

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EMPTY

It was a crazy idea for Penny to spend the night in the old, abandoned, empty - well, actually nobody knew for sure what the hell that old place was - with Roger, who she barely knew and didn't even like, but there were drinks involved and a dare from her flighty friends and a double dare, and more drinks, and she was pissed anyway because Brad was gone on a fishing trip, and so shit here they were.

Shortly before dark they pushed the door open on its rusty hinges, found a spot where the floor was relatively clean, and spread out their sleeping bags.

Roger was, if anything, more nervous and upset than Penny, but he was willing to share the sweet heady contents of whatever that stuff was in the flask he brought, so that helped.

When the early morning sun shone full on her face, Penny woke with a start and found herself naked and wrapped around Roger's still sleeping form; and it all came back to her in a rush how she had slipped into his sleeping bag during the night, and how they made love - oh good god three times - and how it was good; really, really good.

She got up quietly, put on her clothes, stole away, and - though they never spoke, or even saw each other again - now, years later, when she thinks of that night, she'll look across the dining room table at Brad and smile.

3WW CCCXVII and Sensational Haiku Wednesday

This weeks words for 3WW:

Heave
Ponder
Valid

This week's haiku theme:
Alternatives

The Love Song of Phil Anders

First adultery
Jalapeños in raw sugar
Deep breaths heave between sighs

Time to ponder
The grip of other thighs
Memory and strange scent carried home

New adventures  
Sense to hide the evidence
That makes each succeeding conquest valid

~ : ~ : ~

Alternatives

Adulterer's quest

Variety in partners
Evidence to hide

Carpe Diem # 122 - Jealousy

Famous Photo - I found it here

I say "I love you"
The thing you must never know
I want to OWN you

~ : ~ : ~

She has eyes on Bob
Wants to catch him in her snare
She flirts with Charlie

~ : ~ : ~

 
He checks out the blonde
Then gets angry and pouts when
She checks out soldier

~ : ~ : ~

I check her e-mail

Is there a cyber affair?
She checks my e-mail

~ : ~ : ~

I love you so much
If we are not together
I'll have to kill you

~ : ~ : ~

Moose has a long face

Best cow has flown with the elk
Goose flies with cuckoo 

 ~ : ~ : ~

Update: per Mark's request

Unjealous Spider
Infidelity - no chance
Has her mate for lunch
 
 ~ : ~ : ~

Carpe Diem #122

VisDare 7 - Secret

This is not a follow-up to last week's effort.  Just a simple little stand-alone in 149 words.

Surprise - the lock made no sound when I turned the bulky key.

Nor was there a screech from the hinges as the ancient door swung effortlessly open.

The moonlight streaming through the open doorway was all I needed to survey the vast riches in this crypt.

A jeweled brooch.

A golden cup.

A Mithril dagger worth more than even I could imagine.

They all went silently into my pouch.

The residents here had no more need of them.

Soon I would be like a King – one of these ancient Kings, whose crypts are supposedly protected by powerful curses.

What’s this?  Aha - a purse of gold coins.

There was no sound but the slight whisper of the wind, like an old lover’s sigh.

Then it caught the door, and slammed it shut with a crash that would wake the dead.

Oh great gods  .  .  .  the DEAD.

~  :  ~  :  ~   

As a haiku

 Stealing from the dead
Risky business any time
Then an ill wind blows

VisDare 7

Sensational Haiku Wednesday - CRISIS

New crisis each day
Manufactured for headlines
A crisis crisis

~  : ~

Oh my what to do
Maybe I should just panic
 My hair is on fire

~  : ~ 

Another crisis
Yet another comment lost
Hazel's spam filter

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Carpe Diem # 118 - Stork

It seems that only a few places in North America are home to storks.  But we still have the legend of storks bringing babies.  I suppose that traveled over from Europe with our ancestors.  Or maybe the stork brought it.

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What the stork brings

Can be a blessing from God

Or a rude surprise

~  :  ~

When the stork brought me

It was icy December

Dropped me on my head

~  :  ~

When the stork plays games

And parents are so flustered

The cuckoo gets blamed

~  :  ~

Stork in the arctic

Delivers a parrot egg

A Tern for the worse

~  :  ~  :  ~  :  ~

Goose flies with the stork

Moose broods beneath his antlers

What will come of this

~  :  ~  :  ~  :  ~

Carpe Diem #118

Carpe Diem Special #20 - Flowering Branch of the Plum

Inspirational Haiku

The flowering branch of the plum
Gives its scent
To him who broke it off

~  :  ~  :  ~
 

My humble attempts


When I kiss the cook

No matter the wine I drink
I smell of garlic

~  ~

Adulterer bathes
Water cannot wash away
The musk of passion

~  ~

One night long ago
Old vows broken new ones made
I still remember

 ~  ~

 Long years of pursuit
One life of fear one of hate
Javert's suicide

 ~  ~

Ask not for whom
The cherry blossoms weep
They weep for you

~  ~ 

 After a day of 
Delights what aroma lingers
What memories endure

 ~  ~

Carpe Diem Special #20

Carpe Diem # 109 - Early Blossom

EARLY BLOSSOM

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Back when we were twelve
The first girl to have nice curves
Lived across the street

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

I was a shy lad
Mothers of early blossoms
Had nothing to fear

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Those early bloomers
I wonder how they aged - are
They withered flowers

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

 Carpe Diem # 109

Carpe Diem # 108 -- Birdsong

 
Birds rising early
Sing aloud - we have no need
For an alarm clock

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

First robin of Spring
Arrives in January
Too cold for singing

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Cuckoo calls at night
Robin and sparrow take note
Stare hard at their mates

~  ~  ~  ~  ~ 

 Hear the caged bird sing
It's song unlike the free bird's
It sings of freedom

~  ~  ~  ~  ~ 

Carpe Diem # 108

"Wine Rack" Limerick

I was unaware of this amazing invention.

If you click the link, also click the "larger picture" button when you get there, so you can see in a series of 4 photos exactly how it works.

Of course, Mad Cane doesn't let things like this slip by unnoticed.




My thought:

I have to agree it's the best
Device to enhance someone's chest
Made just for sipping
(also known as nipping)
If you've liquid assets to invest

Carpe Diem #93 -- Cave

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 CAVE

What would Sigmund say
About spelunking all night
In my vivid dreams

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Let's go spelunking
There in the deepest dark cave
We'll find adventure

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A home for hobbits
Under the ground - or is it
A home for Gollum

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

A forlorn halfling
Riddles for a gold ring with
A poor doomed creature

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Home to trolls and worse
Is this hole in the ground a
Storehouse of treasure

Carpe Diem #93

VisDare 2

VisDare 2:  Resolute

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Leon's Great Adventure

[119 words]

Leon was one spaced-out kid.

I never realized how much until he actually did it.

He told me this was a trick he'd been working on, but I never believed him.  You wouldn't 've either.  You know that.

"By the big ol' pine tree, down at the corner," he told me, "That's the spot.  That's where it's gonna happen."

Ever the showman, he popped up on one wheel, slowed to a coast [I could never keep my balance like he did] and as he drifted past the tree, he followed his front wheel out of our space into some strange other place where I couldn't follow.

I hope it's better for him there. 

It was a one way trip.

Three Word Wednesday CCCXI

 Three words for TWW CCCXI:

FOCUSED
PAIR
VACANT

A Vignette [or is 

It a morality play?]

Told in Haiku Form

Into the vacant

House crept the pair so focused

On the physical

~  ~

Yes she drank too much

He was focused on her pair

Her eyes were vacant

 ~  ~

Focused on the wrong
Target this vacant pair missed
A chance to find - what

~  ~

A pair of strangers

Now they pass focused on the

Distant horizon

~  ~

Why have I focused

On this pair of vacant souls

What is their message