Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Puppy Love

I started school when I was five
smaller than the rest of the kids
in first grade I met my first girlfriend
her name was connie with long brown braids
and bangs that were perfectly straight
it was my first physical relationship

I thought she was Liz Taylor made my size
our romance went something like this:
I sat behind her in class and gently
tugged her pigtails, maybe not always gently
but she giggled and didn't scream

She picked me up on the playground.
I mean literally. LIke I said, I was small
and she delighted in picking me up from behind
she would carry me around,
show me off to her friends

this annoyed me very much
my incipient male ego was bruised
how humiliating to be carried around
by a Girl
but that's how we learn humility, I suppose
by being humiliated

I'm sure it peeved her to have her pigtails pulled
as we learned to be boys and girls
we delighted in the small irritations that
we could innocently provide for each other
when we laid our heads down on our desks
at sweet rest period, we made faces at each other
we were in pure puppy love

I was stamped by that first experience
since then all my love affairs
contain the playground and the classroom
fascination, irritation, tease and challenge
kids on the playground
we learn to be men and women there

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Lightning Rod, this poem is rich in the experiences which shape us as children. You weave a story of your life which engages the reader. Great work.

John

thank you for you kind compliment, John
I usually don't write 'charming' poetry
but the reverie that inspired this was so innocent

you got the message perfectly
this poem is about social imprinting
not about connie and me
but Story always helps

Sweet.
I can just picture her carrying you around.....

H

this made me smile

aha, a chink in your armor...just kidding...a tender poem which only a real softy could write...just kidding again...well, actually I really mean it....nice work.......

saw wrote:aha, a chink in your armor...just kidding...a tender poem which only a real softy could write...just kidding again...well, actually I really mean it....nice work.......

I know saw
I'm a big fake
(just kidding) (no, not really)

I'm the classic oyster oreo
hard on the outside and mush on the inside

SmileG
do what you do best

i can't remember my first "love".

I remember a few things. she had red hair. auburn hair. if i'd known her, met her now, i'd write a poem about autumn and the season hanging from her face. soft white skin. as white as a very pale blue. soft of voice, almost a mute. freckles on her hands. big eyes. she kissed me on the cheek when we went out on a nature walk in primary one. i was five.

sentimental piece, lr. sentimental but completely universal in it's sentiment.

PS - are these people joking? surely I'm not the only one here who knows LR is a big fucking girl? he's a cry baby in a painted moustache. the dirt on his boots is store bought, baby!

you are so wrong, bennie
I buy my boot dirt on the internet
or I just photoshop it on

how did you know that my mustache was fake?

lol *oyster oreo