That’s Stretching It!

As this is Thanksgiving Day in America, the undeclared celebration of overeating, thought I’d respond in kind to today’s dVerse prompt, from Grace, that we compose a Quintain. I have stacked two Quintains, in the spirit of a limerick. By definition, a humorous, frequently bawdy or tasteless verse, often of three long and two short lines rhyming aabba, popularized by Edward Lear.

YOU WERE WARNED! This is tasteless humor, but not meant to offend large individuals, as I am myself, but rather to suggest to folks like myself, to exhibit some dignity, and not go parading around in public in Spandex. As you can see from my friend pictured here – it is certainly not flattering.

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That’s Stretching It!

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it’s amazing what spandex can bind
no matter how huge the behind
they mash and they they jam it in
they grunt and they cram it in
it’s enough to make you want to go blind

then they stuff in their gigantic belly
looks just like a balloon full of jelly
then off they do waddle
thinkin’ they look like some model
to buy chocolate ice cream at the deli

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rob kistner © 2018

Poetry form: English & Spanish Quintain

A Clearing

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A Clearing

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often when you’re away
a calm settles over me
I’m filled with a warmth
a peace
a joy that is my love for you

the storm clouds of anger
part
the fog of life’s distractions
dissipates
the veil of pride
of insecurity
lifts

I see with great clarity
how real
my love for you
how true
my bond of fidelity
how remarkable
our relationship
how certain
I would give my life for you

in these precious moments
emotions overwhelm me

I vow I will share with you
the depth of these feelings
holding nothing back
baring all

then that fog creeps back
I am again shrouded by insecurity
by frail bruised ego

courage stumbles
precious opportunity fades
expressions of love falter
foolishly
I fall mute

so my love
forever see these words
as a clearing
where you alone can visit
to be nurtured

a private
wonderful place
you alone can go
to truly know
these treasures in my heart

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rob kistner © 2018

Hedone’s Daughter

  • WARNING! For adult readers only!
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    Hedone’s Daughter

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    radiant vision silken skinned
    translucent alabaster blaze
    torrid as a teen’s temptation
    leaned low
    here before me
    yearning

    straplened ankles fragile turned
    stiletto’d rise
    on carpet soft
    emblazened vixen
    forward bent
    availed so boldly
    flush with craving

    graceful face
    brazen aglow
    comely raised and tilted back
    my fingers tangled in your hair
    lifting firm
    yet luscious slow

    swept away in lustful swoon
    forearms rest on velvet sheets
    eyes aflame in sapphire need
    blatant in your fetched seduction

    Hedone’s daughter lush with Spring
    smouldering
    in golden light
    that folds upon you soft as satin
    ‘cross nape of neck
    arched silk desire

    down glistening back
    that tempting tapers
    to the tender
    warm and sultry
    wonderland for fingertips
    to touch
    and tease
    and tantalize

    to explore
    your quivering body
    soul-addictive
    luscious
    grand
    divinely-pleasing sculpted vessel
    brought forth by Aphrodite’s hand

    virgin fruit swells full and ripe
    flesh silhouette to hypnotize
    enticing in the candle’s flicker
    fondled by my hungry eyes

    they stroke and tweak
    the blossomed berries
    that burst
    engorged with passion’s heat

    that taunt my tongue to twirl ’round
    my teeth to nip in playful tug
    draw to my lips
    now lewdly moist
    to take
    and taste in eager suckle

    willful hands
    of pleasured probing
    wrap slender waist
    then slowly slide
    ‘cross pleading hips
    of sensuous rise
    to fall into erotic folds
    molded from the charms of Venus

    ’round dual swells of burning myth
    that writhe
    atop two lathen’d stems
    long and lithe
    as liquid love
    turned by pleasure’s gloried angels
    tempered in a sacred fire

    stretched taut
    raised high on tips of toes
    proud
    defined
    and goddess buff

    enough to make one
    want to stuff
    to thrust and thrust
    in randy lust
    ’til passion’s seed
    has turned to dust

    and wanton
    carnal
    flames
    are snuffed

    spring’s sweet madness
    full rebuffed

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2010
    (revision © 2018)

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  • candle photo entitled “Lovers” by: Bolshevixen
  • photographer of couple embracing unknown
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  • Lost Meditations

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    Lost Meditations

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    lost meditations resurface
    in these november years

    reflections of mysteries once pondered
    beauty beheld
    of veiled truth pursued

    in quiet depth
    disturbed only by faint breath
    beckoning me inward
    to the bright center of joy

    where a flutter of understanding
    in a snap-flash of oneness
    shudders me conscious
    in shivering anticipation
    of that which is not known

    that which cannot be named
    in the twilight of this finite
    as threads of evermore
    bind fast my dreams
    to carry them onward
    effortlessly

    I gently surrender
    as lost meditations resurface
    in my november years

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2008
    (revision © 2018)

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