Look at me -
The sheepish wallflower
The clumsy
Oafish
Nervous nelly.
Wink at me.
I’ll blush.
Court me.
I’ll swoon.
Love me. I’ll melt
Back into the wall
Of waiting,
Watching
Wanting
To cross the floor
In a well worn waltz.
Watch me.
I dare.
I dip.
I dive
Deeper than you’ve ever been.
Or ever want to be.
Taking what I want
Getting what I give
In three quarter time
Timed to get
More
Going my way.
Back to the safe
Back to the wall
Backwardly bumbling
Butt barely bruised
Barely seen.
See -
No hurt
No heat
No threat
Dear wives,
Retract your claws
For I am but a crepe soled lesbian.
Lusting for no man
Least of all
Yours.
Yet …
With a wink
With a swoon,
With a blushful moon
I soon too might be tempted
To fuck his brains out.
Watch me.
Author notes
Through the kindness of pastiche.
Don't ask; won't tell.
Written February 8th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- You're favourite poem of all by My unshed tears.
400 points, ended March 30, 2005, 29 entries
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Whooooot! I haven't been back to read this one in a long while. Thanks for the read and the comment. I do have to laugh at the pun of "can't quite put my finger on" though I'm sure it wasn't intentional.
This did surely cause a stir among many of my usual readers when it came out. LOL Some are still pondering its meaning.
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LOL.. I have to admit, from one lesbian to another, I think we fuck better anyway. Seriously now, I really liked this and for a reason I can not quite put my finger on, there is a certain sensuality about it that sparks interest.
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Now this is powerful. Searing emotions masterfully crafted in a piece that screams out to the reader.... I'm only human. Well done M'Lady.
Sincerely,
Leo Long -
loved this! naughty girl ... rock on
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Whoah, very unexpected little story there. I do believe theres a little lesbian in any hot blooded woman... and that wallflowers are hiding passions and talents that they should instead be sharing.
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Done as a dance should be with soft light feet,
and then a coup de gras
'I may not be who you think I am
but I will do what it takes
just to piss you off
and prove you right!' lol
Nice and delightful writing.
Jules. -
Hell no, I'll not close my eyes. I want to see what's going on here. Crepe soled lesbian indeed. Tho, i prefer my lesbians to be in jack boots and leather, not some flimsy pancake.
Your poetry is really well metered and bounds lightly down the page, making it easy to read, and fun to play with.
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fantastic.. so clever and differnt.. sooo good.
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yes, you have the bite that intrigues. my favorite line is "Deeper than you’ve ever been.
Or ever want to be." somehow, i can totally relate. adventuresome and brave. i like it.
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fucking beautiful
Yes, the meter reminds me of a waltz. I love it. I will definitely be checking out more of your poetry.
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Fear not, Steve. There are plenty on my list of writes that show no evidence of thinking whatsoever! (grin)
Jane -
This one caught my attention and made me think (I don't like doing that). You have a unique perspective on things and I enjoyed this read. Nice job, I'll have to look at some more of your work. Have fun. Steve
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interesting perceptions with this!
Somehow it gets one thinking abit!
at least within this persons mind!
Hmmmm....
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill -
Won't ask.
But...
This is wonderfully engaging (I know I say that too often, but I certainly mean it).
I love the way each thought is finished (e.g. "Love me. I’ll melt ~ Back into the wall ~ Of waiting". And yet it's playful, with a sense of abandon: "Wanting ~ To cross the floor ~ In a well worn waltz")
This is a piece that successfully straddles the lack of knowledge and restraint, feeding us a piece that has both the potential for discourse and the threat of dismay.
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insightful, forces us to direct our attention
powerful, well written. gives us pause to consider the wall flower and their feelings. It seems that many wall flowers that I knew I school end up becoming the queen of the ball in later years. kind of like that cinderalla kind of thing... -
LOVED IT
What a fantastic bit of writing! I love the imagery, the innocent outerself, covering up all sorts of secret, slightly darker, and infinitely more interesting inner self. Ready to spring like some creature of the night, on the prowl in a sheep's skin... good stuff, mate. Brill! -
my comment wont sound a different, but, nonetheless, very good. I laughed at the end of it. Kinda like it just jumped out of nowhere. hilarious.-well, in the sense that it contrasted the entire mood of the poem.well, you know what i mean. great job.
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Ahhh this poem was like finding out you have Thursday in your CD player instead of Westlife. Fucking Ace, man i enjoyed this poem ALOT. The words you use, the aliteration, the content, AHH it was beautiful. Well done on a fab write, i loved it soo much. Take care and keep on being awesome, love from Louise. xxx
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unusual but interesting.... good write..
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I enjoyed the terse style of this and I thought it was very tightly written, but I can't say I enjoyed the content. Still it was marginally better than getting slapped in the face with a dead fish
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sock monkey 7,
Don't you love those little chintzy treasures - dug out from this box of corn, sugar and nuts?
I thank you for giving this a second thought and DAMN, don't you just hate it when folks refuse to be the labels we place on them? Hell, if that's the case ...
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Very unusual. I think it sounds rather odd. Why is the crepe soled lesbian so weak-willed that she will have sex with the flirty husbands? So you're positive she's not a promiscuous bisexual? These creatures do exist. Is she in denial of her bisexual nature? Well, sex is something I am no expert on. But if I were to be made off with by a bisexual man, and he weren't honest about it, I don't know if I would know the diff. Well, for surprising me tonight and making me say "well" twice, here is a Crackerjack prize. The kind that they made before they stopped making groovy plastic prizes. Yay!
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And what, pray tell, does this say of the author, Mr. Wyles?
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I don't have to ask, I'll just sit in the center and smile. Fantastic, most definetly. I get this strange secret thrill outof it....hmmmm.
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Kyla,
On top of good looking and sensitive, they also can cook a mean meal AND clean!!!!! Bravo to you, my dear, for again proving you know me just too well. -
It grows on me, I admit.
Hi! Me again! I've re-read this umpteen times now and am a tad less confusculated than I was. I can certainly recite a lot of it by heart but I don't feel comfortable doing so. People would STARE! I think Kyla's comment has been a huge help. There is no doubting the word-power here or the concise, almost terse, utterences. Nor is there any avoiding the power of the MESSAGE (would that I could!). If one looks for truth, sincerity or honesty in a poem, I wouldn't hope to find it here, else the author's self-identification as "a crepe soled lesbian" would, alone, crudely shatter many of my personal illusions! I have to say, inspite of all the above, that it is a bloody well written piece, brilliant in fact, but I personally don't like the message. That's why I can't avoid my feelings of confusion. I like the poem, I like the word-choice,the flow, the craftsmanship,and I admire the sheer BRILLIANCE, but not what the author says of herself. I'd like to applaud it again but I'm not allowed to.
Love and Hugs Jane, XXX Hugh.
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I thought it was good writing too, but also thought Yuse take on it was pretty good! Predators disguised as wallflowers – it’s not unheard of but not often seen at the local ballroom lol.
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Hmmmm... interesting idea, Man-stealing lesbians. Well I can see the problems with this. Letting the guard drop round the most unsuspicious character of all... then whoops she's away with him. Suppose he stood no chance... not his fault at all!
On the other hand boy would I have liked to be a fly on the wall! Man's greatest fantasy.. a penis craving lesbian!! Imagine the steam from a woman hasn't had it for a long time.... or no, perhaps you don't want to...
Then, turning this piece completely around... an enormous ray of hope! If it works one way it can work the other. All is not lost girls! Some of those gay fellas are gorgeous... and sooo understanding, maybe they're not to be wasted after all.... hmm...
Very thought provoking piece... in fact I'm off to think about this in greater detail
Kyla -
Boy you really do sneak up on a person with the ending on this one Jane. I was really into this poem and enjoying it very much and Wham right between the eyes! I see nothing like a wallflower in this write that's for sure. I am going to shut up, close my eyes and go stand against the wall.
Irene
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Convulsed and confused.
Oh dear! Not THAT word again! I'll have to read and re-read this to see if I can come out unconfused on the other side. At least it's not one of those acrostic doo-dah's.
I s'pose I'd better give you some applause or you won't answer my messages any more. I'm glad you didn't enter this in a contest though 'coz, unless all the others' entries were terrible or the judge was your best friend, I don't think........ Shut up Hugh! Who are you to question the judgement of DPR?
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A truly excellent poem: easy rhythm, never awkward, no wasted words. You've managed to mix up humour with some beautiful images - "barely bruised/Barely seen."; "crepe soled lesbian"; and the delightful "With a wink/With a swoon,/With a blushful moon". You managed to keep up the waltz with the retreat, forward, retreat pattern of emotions and then the final crunching verse... I love the way you've given the reader a clue earlier on: "Taking what I want/Getting what I give".
You have such a light touch.
Thanks for sharing.
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With those crepe sole shoes we could never hear you coming (so to speak) This is actually a pretty good piece of writing.
David
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