Bear Dare

Al O spoke and Al S wrote:

Bear Dare

25 July 2010

I don’t care if my belly shows,

I’m dancing with very little clothes.

The go-go boy is chancing

Cruising for a bruising.

It’s the box on which I’m dancing,

He can have it when I’m thru using.

Indulges and Bulges

This poem is dedicated to two yearly events that happen in San Francisco. Dore Alley occurs the last Sunday of July and Folsom Street is the last Sunday of September.

Indulges and Bulges
24 June 2010

Walking down the street I ogle and stare
At Dore Alley and Folsom Street Fair.
The men are more than just pretty faces,
They have muscles and bulges in the right places.
Any one of them can sign up on my dance card
Just looking at them makes me drool and get hard.
Their looks and bodies are hard to hide
Especially when they’re naked outside.
The entry signs say no fucking or nudity
But those in the know don’t put up with such prudity.
As San Francisco’s finest reposed
I’ve strolled by with my privates exposed.
Regardless of the weather
Most of the crowd wears leather.
There are people of both sexes and all sizes
And a few come with odd surprises.
I get my favorite wish there
To walk around in fetish gear.
When the sky’s unclouded
The street becomes crowded.
You never know who you’ll meet,
And you might have sex in the street.
Folsom & Dore are a mix of fantasy and real
Mostly you just look, but sometimes you feel.
There’s drooling by the hour
With no hope of a cold shower.
Later when the fog rolls in,
It’s the rigamarole’s end.
Outside the temperature drops
But indoors the party never stops.
The memories are all so good
I’ll be back next time in all likelihood.

Sex Vortex

Sex Vortex

13 June 2010

Following extended foreplay

The way we acted was insane,

We started banging away

Like a screen door in a hurricane.

Before long I shot my load

And let the world know as I came

Screaming until we slowed,

Just adding glory to my fame.

Retirement Inspirement

June 4th was my twin brother's last day at work. Technically he's on vacation until his retirement is official in July.

Retirement Inspirement

12 June 2010

As I began to inquire

About my options to retire

My thinking got set on fire

By the choices before I expire.

The flames were fed by a desire

At the thought of what would transpire.

My head began to thrum

Thinking of ending the burdensome

Martyrdom of the humdrum,

And to whisper freedom.

After twenty years plus some

It’s tempting to pick the plum

Swinging with life’s pendulum.

I need to reduce things to a minimum

Sometime in this millennium

And push my frolicsome

Time to the maximum,

Perhaps going to the gymnasium

Or driving to the Exploratorium.

Yes, it’s not delirium.

It’s time to become

More adventuresome,

Find new uses for my cranium,

Indulge my hobby compendium,

And hang out with any chum-ium.

End Of The Day Special Pay

My coworker is scheduled to leave before I do, but sometimes he is still at his desk when I leave. Since we may get comp time, but never money for overtime, we call it special pay. Written tongue in cheek.

End Of The Day Special Pay

3 June 2010

Busy doing same-day intakes

Working without pauses or breaks

Like customer service champs

Evaluating for Food Stamps,

At the end of the day

Ed enjoys that special pay.

Taking applications for CalWorks

Interacting with clients and jerks,

Making changes to Medi-Cal cases

Seems more like deuces than aces.

At the end of the day

Ed enjoys that special pay.

Do clients meet the requirement?

Slaving away until retirement

The unique feeling he gets

Means there are no regrets.

At the end of the day

Ed enjoys that special pay.

TV Maybe

Antiques Roadshow is coming to San Diego. We didn't get tickets from their email address lottery, but we have friends will connections. Shhhh, don't tell.

TV Maybe

26 May 2010

Bruce gets to go

To Antiques Roadshow.

Among the watch czars

He collects Pulsars.

The watches most prized

Are the ones Grima sized.

A pair of watch mates

Looks like pyramids of thin plates.

Another pair of silver and gold

Ingot-shaped pocket watches got sold.

The bark-textured watch of heft

He hopes won’t be subject to theft.

Bruce really wants to get on tape

The matched set called moonscape.

He knows a lot, but has a dearth

Of knowledge about their worth.

Yes, Bruce is excited to go

And be on Antiques Roadshow.

Tower of Power

In reading thru my emails, I clicked on a link and was suddenly looking at a map of London which reminded of a poem I wrote last summer.

Tower of Power

29 July 2009

I am the White Tower.

I am the center of power.

I was built to house kings

And their many things.

I was already old

When men pulled cold

Steel hard

From the scabbard.

You may have heard stories

Tales and allegories

Of violence

And silence,

Of threats

And secrets.

Thru it all

I’ve stood tall.

There has been the clash of arms

And the sounding of alarms.

I know the smell of gun powder

Each time getting louder,

Yet standing prouder.

Over the years

I’ve heard the cheers

And the jeers

Of loyalty

And adversity

For my royalty.

I’ve heard men moan and yell

Curse and wail

In their cell

While I served as their jail.

Yes, cry

For I,

I am the center of power.

I am the White Tower.

Undeterred Watchwords

Undeterred Watchwords

We the People, probably the most powerful three words ever written. We the People, not by the authority of deity, not by royal grant or decree, but We the People empower ourselves to ordain and establish this Constitution. We the People are doing this to form a more perfect Union of People into a form of government. We want Justice under the law. Everyone is equal under the law. We want no special exemptions, exceptions, titles or privileges for anyone. We hope to insure domestic tranquility, peace at home to promote the general Welfare. Mostly we desire to secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and out Posterity. We, us here and now are that Posterity.

When you look at the US government today, sometimes you have to wonder if the government has maintained that original vision. The rest of the original Constitution mostly sets up a government by defining roles and powers. The constitution became the overarching gold standard against which all other laws were and are compared.

Then it’s almost like they said oops. We got so busy and involved dividing up the powers that we forgot we started out to create personal liberty. We better ensure it stays there. It was implied, but we better put liberty in writing, so the Bill of Rights was created. Almost everybody’s favorite amendment is the first one. “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances” These rights are commonly referred to as freedom of expression. Mormons love this amendment because it lets them practice polygamy and close their temples to unworthy outsiders. Gays and lesbians simply adore this amendment because it lets them have pride parades and celebrate diversity. Pagan witches worship this amendment because they can celebrate their rites free from persecution. It’s a hit the BDSM, fetish and body modification communities because they get to do their thing. Notice that each of the groups mentioned is a minority in one way or another.

When I thought hard about the purpose of government. I asked my self if any government at all is really necessary. After all most people are law abiding peaceful citizens not in need of an outside authority or enforcer. I finally came to the conclusion that government is a necessary evil, necessary to protect ordinary people from people and organizations that are big, bad and mean. The government’s purpose is to serve as a source of justice for injuries suffered, to protect the little guy from the big guy. The Constitution was set up so any minority is protected from a tyranny of the majority. People supporting unpopular ideas are protected from having to conform to the mores and values of the majority. Usually when a law is found unconstitutional it’s the result of a majority trying to impose their values on a minority. Which is why California’s Proposition 8 and anti-polygamy laws are unconstitutional. They impose the will and values of the majority on an unpopular minority.

Station Variation

This past weekend I went camping with the fairies, sisters, bears and other queers. I wrote this poem last summer after camping for Leather/Levi Weekend. One night they had a demo tent with stations for different forms of interaction.

Station Variation

by Al Smith

August 2009

Impact

Make a fist and hit

It may hurt a bit

Pound & punch away

Can you take it all day?

Is it your wish

To take all I dish?

Electricity

Let me give you a jolt

It won’t be a thunderbolt

We’ll start with just a tingle

And ramp up the juice ‘til you jingle

Ping, ping, ping, ping

Until you sing.

CBT

Let me give you a tap

I’ll keep it consistent

Like a soft slap.

Soon the insistent

Vibrations of rap, rap

Will send sensations

Of nerve modulations.

Flogging

Just look at the cat of nine tails

The very picture of prison & jails

As it hits my back

Give me no slack

Put me in my place

Send me into alternate space.

Single Tail

Oh the whip long

Single tail so strong

Such a quick sting

You make me sing

I raise my voice

To my toy of choice.

Waxing

Go on by the hour,

Please don’t stop.

Give me a hot shower

Of wax drop by drop.

Yes, the hot wax

Helps me relax.

Spanking

I’ll be the slut.

You get out the planking.

I’ll put out my butt,

You give me a spanking.

I really mean thanks

For all the spanks.

Caning

To begin the skin

Is not virgin.

Don’t you constrain;

What keeps me sane

I attain from the pain

Of a cane.

Fisting

I’ll make a fist

That’s hard to resist

And insert it to my wrist.

Then with a twist

I’ll be assisting

Your liking of fisting.

Fusion

It’s all about sensation

And intense stimulation.

This is my ode

To sensory overload.

Let the endorphins flow.

Bring on that afterglow.

Drool Pool

Drool Pool

1 May 2010

I drove to the bar

In my little car

Where I ran into my friend.

There was no need to pretend

The holes in his pants

Gave the whole bar a chance

To see he was there

Without underwear.

The game was pool

And my friend is no fool,

He got the other guy distracted

By the way he acted.

While aiming for a shot,

Believe it or not,

My friend posed in the right way

To put on a gratuitous display

Of his private family jewel.

You could call it dirty pool.