LUST

LUST

A Poem by Peter Rogerson
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Driven by lust for long years it's refreshing to find love

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He was a nonsense on the wing,

A fluttering wayward teasing thing,

A verbal kind of yellow bird,

A solitary little word…


He was the song we used to sing,

A scintillating bit of bling,

A lonely knight upon the shore,

Meaning less and saying more…


He was the prayer we used to pray,

The nonsense words we’d cheaply say,

The tales an arcane jester tells,

His teasing tinkling troubled bells…


He was the dark before the dawn,

Herald of a jewelled morn,

The coat the peachy maiden wore,

The savage hasty words she swore…


His was the sweat that used to flow

In rivers as her face might glow,

Lust masquerading for a time

Half a hope and half a rhyme…


Then, when the silly years are past

And lust lies dead at lonely last

His waste a thing to look upon,

We thank our love that he is gone…


© 2016 Peter Rogerson


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This is a brilliant way to write about a much-covered topic. It's an exquisite blend of straightforward slightly-prettied-up raunch with an elevated tone of Elizabethan here & there. It's just the weirdest combination I've ever read, but I love it. Every word & phrase is creatively crafted & some are mind-blowing: "teasing tinkling troubled bells" . . . "the dark before the dawn" . . . & much more. Perfect rhyme & rhythm, too.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Peter Rogerson

7 Years Ago

I posted this some time ago, along with a few other poems I've written over the years.



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Hi again, third time I am back to your poem with no response from you and also I see you have never read any of my poems...
Just wondering why,
Lisa, curious in Spain

Posted 1 Year Ago


Just read it again... would love to know what was going through your mind when you wrote each line..
Meaning less and saying more...
He was a nonsense on the wing...
His teasing, tinkling, troubled bells..
each line is a good kind of crazy...
Lisa

Posted 2 Years Ago


Such an interesting write that I feel compelled to read it again..
Lust in so many different forms.
Strange combination of thoughts..making me think...really like it..
First time I have ever read anything of your.. I am fairly new to all this...
Plan to read more of yours..hoping that you will drop by..

Posted 2 Years Ago


I enjoyed this so much! It had excellent flow! A poem penned well!

Posted 2 Years Ago


That first line caught my interest straight away, ‘He was a nonsense on the wing’, excellent. Great word play, rhymes and rhythm, all the best.

Lathen

Posted 2 Years Ago


The way you presented lust is so totally unique and in such a different and refreshing kind of way. It is totally a leap from the predictable. I strongly agree that love gets better when lust with all its evils leaves it alone to thrive. Lust corrupts things through and through. Happy to see it gone in this story. For once I am not sad at someone's death.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Great job! It is reality at it's finest expression. Great rhyme and rhythm as well!

Posted 4 Years Ago


A mongrel mouthful that balances with both erotic turnings and stomach punch, well done, good read.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This is just great. you seem to have the voice of a true poet!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Very well written piece of poetry. Well Done.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Peter Rogerson
Peter Rogerson

Mansfield, Nottinghamshire, United Kingdom



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I am 80 years old, but as a single dad with four children that I had sole responsibility for I found myself driving insanity away by writing. At first it was short stories (all lost now, unfortunately.. more..

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