by ~Gregg Rowe~
Joachium
my blond boyhood friend
How well did you know me,
my father?
your father?
I sensed he was queer
they were queer
which is probably the only reason
we were adopted,
but that was never explained to us
for we were adolescents raised in
heterosexuality warfare society
and they thought we were too young
to understand that men should just go fishing
and sleep in separate sleeping bags
How we admired these masculine role models
Our heroes as we boasted of their
strength
intelligence
speed
masculine mind games to improve our stigma
Joachium
my blond boyhood friend
How well did you know me,
my father?
your father?
Farm boys learning the husbandry of the land
after playing in the haystack
we sneak into your house
and you took me to your father's room
Proudly you speak of his mahogany desk
his Underwood typewriter
with the black and red ribbon
his awards that decorated the wall
as an all-Canadian writer
lying on his nightstand
I see his greycian formula
the skin moisturizer
the tube of KY
and golden statues of Paris boys
and David standing naked in the garden
Joachium
my blond boyhood friend
How well did you know me,
my father?
your father?
Our last summer together
in the hayloft when we were sixteen
we decided we wanted to camp out
with the cows
We slid our sleeping bags
under the open hayloft doors
beneath a bright orange moon
in the center of a black autumn sky
We stripped to our waist
wondered if we should strip off our jeans
ended up wrestling with imaginary gods
and your muscular skills
as you pinned me down
sat on my chest
and tickled my stomach
beneath my nipples
I stared into your
German blue eyes
grabbed your blond hair
hugged your youthful torso
while imagining I
was kissing your innocence away
Joachium
my blond boyhood friend
How well did you know me,
my father?
your father?
Our summer playfulness continues
where we swim in cool meadow brooks
in summer heated days
naked feeling the warm air
on our white skin
and when we accidentally touched
electricity jolted through our youthful bodies
and our playfulness becomes serious
as we exhibit actions
that we had seen performed in husbandry classes of the land
as you pinned me down
(I would have thought by now you would
have guessed I was purposely losing)
as your lips
lurched dangerously close to mine
my breath spasmodic
my hands itching to rub your chest
as my lips touch
the white skin on your bare belly
These days have left
like the golden fields of a fire
summer day
for when they discovered
our secret hide-away
Joachium
my blond boyhood friend
How well did you know
my father-
your father-
me--
Author notes
Author: lordoftherings/Gregg Rowe
Joachuim: Hebrew for God will judge .
This is a true story though in the name of poetic licence the name of the boyhood friend shall remain anonymous and I have named him Joachuim -- after my best boyhood friend who I also had a crush on.
Written May 9th, 2005
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A contest entry
- When Tomorrow Never Comes by She Stole My Voice.
495 points, ended December 9, 2006, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give Me Your Gay Love once more! by ISheHer.
415 points, ended January 9, 2007, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~Update~ Give me whatever you got! by lizwicker.
950 points, ended April 8, 2008, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Weave for me the intensely unique wonders of your first Love. by artis.
475 points, ended May 1, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Suzyque needs to know...Is Love Alive....Show me...Past Present, Future by SuZyCuE.
900 points, ended December 11, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
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900 points, ended October 29, 17 entries
Honorable mention
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What did you think
Comments
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Beautiful from start to finish in every way, thank you for entering my contest and good luck, Josie
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Beautiful
I just wanted to say I loved your poem. The words flowed beautifuly and showed just how sweet and innocent love and lust can be.. Congratulations, and thanks for entering my contest
Suzanne
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Thank you
Thank you for honoring my poem with the silver trophy in your contest. The contest in my life is to try and get each colour attached to my poetry --
! A very well run contest and thank you for the opportunity to showcase it yours.
Gregg
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sometimes we are driven to each other by passions few others understand, but in the moment it seems so incredible, and two who were like brothers become of the same flesh, a lineage as ancient as man himself,a joining of the similiar in a world of opposit
This was an excellent chronicle of the budding of two young men completely in awe of each other, and expressing it in blissful unions, Thank you for your entry~~~Artis
* On a technical note
lease put your AP name in the authors box as per request for contest. thanks.
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Wow, what a fantastic write....lured me in from the go (Ok well the pic kinda helped with the initial lure but anyway...) I couldnt stop reading. Excellent.
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This is really sweet. I enjoyed reading it a lot.
Congratulations on the gold. -
WOW
It has been awhile since I visited this site and my own poetry. What wet ddreams I have had in re-reading this!
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This is beautifuly written. I love it so much. It's just plain beautiful. Keep up the killer work, take care, and keep on writing! Good luck in my contest
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This is absolutely beautiful...Im at such a loss for words that thats all that I can say...
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A wonderful description of your dream, described so well that I thought it was reality
Shame it wasn't but, oh well. Wonderful use of natural imagery here 
I loved your classical references You always seem so intelligent when you write- mixing in these classical references without seeming 'clever arsy' 
Keep writing, I loved this innocent descriptive write A wise piece with somewhat of a sociological as well as a romantic outlook
All the best
Pozo
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Superb!
The innocence of youth is well portrayed here Gregg, I love how you have married up personal actions with husbandry of the land! it reminded me that there is always a harvest to be reaped after the sowing, in this instance, the harvest would be the fruits of the relationship, what a beautiful, inspiring write.
Bravo!
~Katie~
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UNIQUELY EXQUISIT!AWESOME!
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A beautiful write about coming to age. The imagery in this was spectatular. Well done
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what a heart-felt piece... so well written, and i love the repeated verse, the name is ever so fitting. wonderfully warming poem. well done. x
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Genius write.
You did this splendidly and I must say that I try my hand at writes like these but somehow fall flat. I can do it but there are things that well say I keep to myself. Some things you treasure and this is a fine piece of literary genius. -
Lyrical
Lyrical and somehow satisfying. This work has magic in it. It is the magic of the innocent soul. We should all remember such dreams, fitting in the partner with our particulars. -
I'm at a loss of words. I did enjoy the imagery and the story line. The repeating lines between each verse gave a sense of urgency to the dreams and fantasies of the main character in the write.
Sincerely,
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A spellbinding tale of love that defies the norms of the society. An excellent heartrending piece!
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BRAVO!! I was just captivated from start to finish. This truly had the feel of a real memory and a coming of age story. I enjoyed it very much!! I wish you well in the contest!! Sheryl
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You have taken me into your childhood dream and allowed me to watch as this unravelled before you. It is a beautiful poem. The translation of the name was startling. But someone shall judge in the end I suppose.
Shari
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My Dear Canadian
your IM worried me a bit, but I know you have to take the medication, but it hasn't stopped you from writing a beautiful poem. Everyone does have fantasies and dreams, even when we're older, age doesn't matter, some live out their fantasies.
Love you Aussie 
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Dear Gregg, you are fine now, this is beautifully written, it's a wonderful contest entry. We all have fantasies as we're growing up, it's quite normal. Well done Gregg.
Sally 
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an exceptional piece...........incredably written with so much meaning hidden in it.........God will Judge...a rather ironic twist to the story........this piece is beautiful my friend
Meus Opus Magnus and blessed be my friend -
I enjoy reading certain people because they have the ablility to take me to that place they speak of or write of. You did with this. And I fondly remember many times wrestling and losing.. Take Care and it was eloquent to read, Best Wishes, Catressa
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just beautiful writing.
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How very beautiful written memories of a golden past. Two youngsters looking for there own identity. Living with heavy questions thqt makes life even more complicated. Whats wrong in this world whats right? To me this is a story of a brave young men learning battheling through those young years in wich every kid is so unsure. You did wonderful with this. A wonderful view of your exploeration of your teenage years. A masterpiece on his own
Herman
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