Menu

Forums Poetry Corner URGES

  • This topic has 2 replies, 2 voices, and was last updated 5 years ago by vera.
Viewing 2 reply threads
  • Author
    Posts
    • #9595
      vera
      Participant

        A ball of wire
        Tightly bound
        Lies burrowed in my brain
        Awaiting release.
        Like a spring
        Lodged deep in the gullet
        Needing to be un-sprung.
        Like a hungry wildcat
        Howling
        “Feed me,
        My hunger in insatiable,
        My thirst needs to be quenched”.

        “Come with me.
        Clasp me one more time
        To your throbbing bosom
        And together we will share
        Ecstasy
        Beyond your wildest dreams.
        I will woo and court you
        ‘Til you are stripped ,
        Drained of every urge and need and want.
        Cajoled, deceived
        Until I suck from you
        Sufficient succour for
        MY need.

        Then, only then
        Will I drop you
        Naked
        And move on.
        But you will hear the echo
        Of my lecherous laughter forever
        Resounding
        As you toss and turn,
        Hoping , half heartedly, to forget me
        Yet , waiting
        Always listening
        For my next call.

        I will not fail you.
        I will return.
        ALWAYS
        I am your Unfaithful Friend

        My name is ‘Gambling Urge’!”

      • #9597
        vera
        Participant

          Just for today
          This week, this year
          I will have no urge
          I will have no fear
          I will have no chance
          To play the slot
          No dread that I will lose the lot
          Yet tonight my actions could have been just the same
          As recent Sunday night trip. when I came
          Home, using a detour, a different route
          Having planned a lie and “play it cute”
          A few stolen hours of hidden fun
          After dropping my son back to his honeybun
          An outing that had gradually become a habit
          One look at my purse and quickly grab it
          “See you later ” to hubby-
          To make things look normal
          A dash through traffic but not too informal
          In true CG form make a quick city drop
          Slide into a casino chair and flop
          No one need know
          Its only for fun…
          Until that purse empties and I’m out of mon…
          And the ATM tells me no more funds available
          Until I am left with nothing else sellable
          *************************
          That was last year though
          Things are different tonight-
          Different this week, ‘cos my mindset is right.
          I’ve no intention of losing another week’s pay
          I’ve done it too often
          I’ve done it so fast
          Despite the above poem I know it’s all past
          ******************************
          “Don’t get too cocky”
          Some people might say
          “Given the opportunity , you will find time to ‘play’.

          There are two things to stop me in 2019
          Things I know in the past kept me stay CLEAN
          I intend to apply them , come what may—
          “Don’t carry money and go back to GA.”

        • #9596
          Providence
          Participant

            Great poems, thank you!

        Viewing 2 reply threads
        • You must be logged in to reply to this topic.

        Gordon Moody

        Find out more about Gordon Moody

        If you want to find out more about what we do, how you can help personally or support us as an organisation then please get in touch and we’ll send you updates with our latest information and news.

        Translate »