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Blinking (Free verse) by zodiac
Once as children, ranged on a rock above a twinkling unending sky-blue stretch of sunlit water, we smoked stolen cigarettes, made jokes about being scared of jumping - to talk ourselves into doing it, of course. You had to kind of blink, to let yourself forget; then you were falling, the shock of cold water catching you back. I could do it once, I know. And if I could forget myself like that again, if I just knew how we did it before, I could surprise you yet - could take your hand, laugh, leave this town - or lock my lips on yours, or pull my ready cock out into the world's unsuspecting view.

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Weighted score: 7.0280023
Overall Rank: 49
Posted: March 14, 2004 9:04 AM PST; Last modified: March 14, 2004 1:11 PM PST
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[9] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.252.72 | 14-Mar-04/1:16 PM | Reply
what is the point here?
[n/a] zodiac @ 152.30.23.24 > INTRANSIT | 14-Mar-04/1:17 PM | Reply
What do you think it is?
[9] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.252.198 > zodiac | 14-Mar-04/1:21 PM | Reply
Remembering the fearlessness of youth. I just don't understand the shock value of the cock here. Skinny dipping maybe??? I dunno.

pots right, cards a comin'.
[6] Fayt @ 66.217.137.207 > INTRANSIT | 10-May-05/10:16 AM | Reply
i have to agree.

it is quite good till the end.
[n/a] zodiac @ 212.118.19.234 > Fayt | 11-May-05/5:26 AM | Reply
I don't think this would be a poem without the end. Sorry :-(
[7] deleted user @ 68.66.197.171 | 14-Mar-04/1:57 PM | Reply
I must agree. The poem is good until the end. I don't object on principle, just don't see how the ending goes with the rest.
[9] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.252.72 | 14-Mar-04/1:59 PM | Reply
ready sounds better. I still get fearlessness.
[9] annabellee @ 64.252.110.134 | 14-Mar-04/8:00 PM | Reply
You could surprise me and you did.
[9] tre @ 147.9.83.188 | 14-Apr-04/6:05 PM | Reply
got a kick out of the second to last line :)
[9] <~> @ 64.252.164.251 | 22-Apr-04/10:40 PM | Reply
so, you think you have something to lose? that is what you have forgotten. you never had it. lock lips, surprise her with a hard kiss, and make a space for yourselves, for a day, at least, before you can't remeber how to reach for it.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 212.219.223.37 | 23-Apr-04/2:01 AM | Reply
Recently I have become fascinated with the idea of pulling one's cock out. I spend most of my day assessing the probable consequences of pulling my cock out in whatever circumstances I happen to be in.
[n/a] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 23-Apr-04/3:53 AM | Reply
How curious that you should feel that way. It reminds me of a boy called Leon Shaw with whom I attended school with. He made a habit of taking off his trousers during music instruction and then putting them back on inside out. He used to do this as many times as possible within the hour of recorder tutition and was never once caught. That led him to more extravagant gestures to try and impress the rest of class. Upon one occasion he pretended to have cramp and stood up quickly with his cock hanging out jumping around and uttering "ouch, I have cramp."

The teacher who was a firmly repressed gay went a fine shade of puce and pretended not to notice Shaw's prodigous member slapping against his stomach. That teacher is no longer a member of the teaching staff at my former school.

Leon has gone on to be a fine ambassador for the school and when not choking down another "bucket" is to be seen behind a bin lorry in the streets of Coalville. a town named after a large slag heap.
[n/a] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 > Stephen Robins | 23-Apr-04/4:46 AM | Reply
Was that before or after he pryed off the door to the tuck shop and stole £50 worth of confectionary?

Incidentally my ridiculous grammer is a result of having attened aforementioned school which hithertofore has not benn named.

And yes he is still a bin man.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 163.1.146.225 > Stephen Robins | 23-Apr-04/8:19 AM | Reply
Do you know someone called Peter Allen? (I think he went to Guffborough Grammar)
[n/a] Stephen Robins @ 195.92.198.74 > Stephen Robins | 25-Apr-04/1:55 PM | Reply
I developed an interest in girls which your flan like legs precluded you from joining in. Your devotion to the Englsh language, whilst standing you in good stead for long term employability as a clerk, did not allow you to develop any friendships or experience of fisting a girls tight anus.
[n/a] zodiac @ 67.240.192.180 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 23-Apr-04/3:56 AM | Reply
The only times I have ever been taken with the idea very strongly are every time I've ridden on the London Underground. No other underground does it, just the London one. However, if I happen to be standing next to a shallow duck-pond somewhere, I'll almost always be tempted to step in it. The image of myself standing knee-deep in scummy water, perhaps surrounded by ducks, perhaps not, and not really doing anything, just standing - well, it's incredibly hard for me to resist. I suppose that's kind of the same thing.
[n/a] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 > zodiac | 23-Apr-04/4:04 AM | Reply
I never pull mine out not even when I need to piss.
I read your comment about "the idea of pulling one's cock out" before reading the poem upon which you were commenting. For at least thirty seconds, I sat with a bewildered look on my risibly large face, having mistakenly assumed that the phrase "pulling one's cock out" was intended to mean "detaching one's cock from one's body" (in the same way that pulling one's tooth out would signify the extraction of one's tooth from one's mouth).

Have you ever been fascinated with the idea of detaching one's cock from one's body? Have you ever spent most of your day assessing the probable consequences of detaching one's cock from one's body in whatever circumstances you happen to be in?

I know I have.
[n/a] zodiac @ 65.161.41.48 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 30-May-04/3:04 PM | Reply
If I ever have a chance to live alone again, I'm going to spend every minute I'm at home with my cock hanging out of my pants. I figure it must be much more comfortable than being totally newd or appropriately clothed.
[10] edpeterson @ 68.79.25.2 | 17-Jun-04/2:37 PM | Reply
brilliant, brilliant stuff here.
[9] [mojo] @ 80.58.44.109 | 17-Apr-05/1:24 AM | Reply
I think I get it. And i'm sure i like it. I see the innocence of childhood being reinterpreted into the freedom of adult nudity. Or something. Either way it took some bravery yo tag a cock line onto a the end of a worthy poem, and for that you deserve at least some respect. 9. PS Reminds me my own effort at freedom here: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=123481
[1] Engelbert Humpalot @ 194.154.22.54 | 14-Aug-06/7:46 AM | Reply
Very funny. I liked the line about the "ready cock". Sadly it's not meant to be funny. 1/10 and be grateful for that.
[8] Edna Sweetlove @ 85.210.252.16 | 30-Jan-07/11:58 AM | Reply
Unexpected bit about your cock. Have to give you marks for that one, dearie.
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