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Oslo

Oslo

I was in Oslo once and saw the old king
riding a horse, but I was a painting of the Danish king
the king of Norway is more moderate 
he drives Bentley
The king and I are of the same age,
 he looks stylish
in his admiral uniform with gold tresses 
I wear a black T-shirt. shirt it has a pocket for my glasses
The t. shirt hangs  on the balcony to dry 
while I sit bare-breasted on the sofa, waiting for 
the t. shirt to dry
it is the only shirt that hides my sagging stomach
The king was in Lisbon two years ago 
the embassy
had a garden party, I was not invited, despite 
I was the only true seaman among the lot
I blame the posh people at the embassy, who thought
I might ask the king for a bigger pension 
As I said,
 I was in Oslo many years ago, invited to read
poetry, which I tried to do, but next door
a horn music orchestra was training words that came 
out of my mouth, died in the horrible noise 
Yes, they had a flight to Lisbon this very afternoon
when the plane landed, I could have kissed
the tarmac, but being a Norwegian, I'm reserved
Whatever you do in life, you can't forget were
you were born

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She stands before me bare-breasted 
My zest, in her, is not vested
She's in my mirror
As though a horror
Stares as a witch, not well rested...?

Rehashing History: Some Bare Facts About Lady Godiva

Lady Godiva wasn't trying to be cute
When she went for that ride in her birthday suit.
It was her husband's taxes she protested,
All butt naked and bare-breasted,
She only did as he'd suggested, so any argument was moot.

The townsfolk of Coventry were warned not to peek,
And no lecherous looks at the lady to seek.
But one sneak did succumb,
Later called "Peeping Tom",
And was struck blind and dumb 'cause his morals were weak.

When Lady G. returned home, she re-braided her tresses,
Re-robed and prepared for her hubby's redresses.
But he didn't rebuke her for going out starkers
Or for publicly displaying bush, bum, and knockers,
And, though truly chagrined, he rescinded his taxation excesses.

The Only Star For Me

The Only Star For Me

It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks 
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away from home, my family 
A blended Frappuccino, at lunch to boast
Make it a Sumatra Arabica venti
Fresh whole coffee beans dark roast
Patrons on Laptops, their cup’s never empty
Macha Latte hot tea, sweet and uplifting

Named after Starbuck, the first mate in Moby Dick
Originally intended on naming the coffeehouse Pequod
after Ahab’s whaleship, the name would not stick
At the brand’s core is the Starbucks siren, odd 
The bare-breasted, two-tailed mermaid but
was intended to be as seductive as their coffees 
Based on an old sixteenth-century Norse woodcut
The Seattle’s Pike Place logo evolved in the seventies
They unveiled a cleaner image of the mermaid
She was updated, cropped, and repositioned,
so that only above the navel is displayed

Flatulent Fannie

Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy

Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation

I threatened to have the woman arrested 
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested

One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet

Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"

I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt



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Your Body : My Beloved

Honey, I love you so much,
Your body is my beloved.
Your soft breasts filled with love and romance,
Go on alluring!
Your deep seductive curves
Steal my eyes all the time,
Are so so enthralling!
Your magical beauty which could even surpass that of Venus,
So so fascinating!
Your dark and deep eyes are so much enticing!
You are the queen of passion,
When you are bare breasted,
You just steal
My attention!

Your adulation is my strongest obsession,
Your broad hips and slender waist are my everlasting compulsion,
Oh Darling, you are my never-failing motivation.
You are so much loved,
Your body is the temple that is my beloved!

Mother Africa

She is not just images of starving children with bellies bloated with air 
She is not just dry faces and tattered clothes with flies circling her hair 
She is not just voodoo priestesses 
drinking the blood of a fowl
She is not just heartless warmongers 
who shoot the innocent down 
She is not just an impoverished land consumed by HIV and AIDS
She is not just a late night TV ad
requesting 15 cents a day 
She is not just bare breasted mothers carrying infants across her back 
She is not just corrupted dictators 
and genocidal maniacs 
She is not just elongated necks
adorned with rings 
She is not just lip plates 
and other "unnatural things" 
She is not just steamy jungles 
overrun with apes 
She is not just shabby huts 
all in disarray 
She is not just Sarafina 
or the miniseries Roots 
She is not just hotel Rwanda
or Shaka Zulu
What she is, and will always be, 
is the mother of civilization,
creator of humanity.

True Story

~~~~true story~~~~


Is it still indecent exposure
if a spider is to blame?
I guess it sounds like an excuse,
I guess it sounds quite lame

but when it landed in my bra
I cared not where I was at.
Off came the top with all exposed
and I guess that was that.

I hope I didn't traumatize
anyone who may have seen
this startled, bare-breasted woman.
I know it may have seemed obscene.

But I do loath all spiders
and I'd do it again I know
if another landed in my bra
and I wouldn't care who sees the show.


17/07/2015

Megalithic Trees and Us In Virginia Winter

MEGALITHIC TREES AND US
IN VIRGINIA WINTER


The inclemency of winter
has stripped the towering trees
of their peacock foliage of fall;
gravity sucking them back
to the womb that gave birth
to their bare breasted branches.

Yet these pompous zombies of nature
stand poised like wooden megaliths
winking and smiling at the sun 
peeking through stilled clouds
lingering in stolen spaces between
shades of blue and gray chilled skies.

In the irony of this scene’s prelude
to nature’s power of resurrection,
we stoked the hungry fire  and fed it
another log; and warming away the cold,
we waited with the trees to greet the coming snow.

Beloved

He texts fantasy,
Day in and day out. 
That’s his “thing”,
Mobile romance,
Coming soon … to … 
            A screen near you!

Blonde, brunette, fantasy 
	With the same theme;
He wants YOU bare-breasted -
Under lace, silk or cotton,
Blouses … transparent -
Black, cream or white,
It’s a very public display.

Just a bare breasted game,
It’ll make you feel beautiful,
When he whispers,
Be my woman, because …
You know you’re not the same
	As the others,
Before … that he’s tested for
Mistress.

You’ve got the flying
Colours,
And you’re his best -
Witness; plus
You have beautiful
	Breasts
And that’s his number one best.

This … Is love,
This,
He whispers,
Is how I love you.
Be loved,
	Woman,
Be loved.

Madge

We held the hills together 
Like a little nub of pencil 
Then we fell apart 
To write our disparate lives with each broken heart
I read your story in shady nights 
Under bare breasted street lights 
Fall like a dagger on my thread 
Of redemption left leaves rotting here 
I knot the pieces of my emotion 
Around our innocense so full of dread 
That I read and fled 
Our beginnings bare as rocks and slippery too 
The net got you 
Lingering among the fallen ladies 
You were swept up tearlessly in the eddies
I remember you always and prayerfully 
Wiping your memory with tears 
I found in a barren place of lonely beauty

Jamaica -A Conversation

Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica now day comes bright
Her white dress lifted over blue legs of mountains
Marbled to the sky. It drank diamond littered night
Leaving nothing but  an empty cup, where fountains
Of rivers use to full the bosom of the sea with milk.
I stand under the otaheite apple tree to hear moans
Of things passionate to born again, gossamer silk
Upon the floor, bodies burning with heat: love atones
Best for those surrendered in faith to work and wait
The second coming of the vision and brotherly hail
In rumbles of joy the cart brimmed and keeping faith
Where no bride shows yet, the altar stark and pale.
The virgin honeysuckle bleeds its succulence into joy
And the hummingbird dances irreverently. I'm in love
The way I was before, cupboards bare breasted ploy
Making erect my patriotism. Melted silver from above
Plow the puddles like ancient rain, sperming the seeds
To yield, and yield against the litany of prayers sent
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica  aggression to nothing leads
When the bed is fragranced with grass and a condiment
Of everlasting hope. Hard as lignum vitae wood I rise
To embrace my destinyy from you, the solemn wise

At the Rubber Ball

An abundance of zips, leather and whips,
Full length tatoos and piercings through lips,
Above and below, some off, some on show,
The next time the ball's on you really should go.
How delightfully they serve, to those with the nerve,
The passions and dreams of the discerning perve.
See the waxen legged man in stilletoed high heel.
And the bare breasted woman who wants you to feel.
Try the electric charged probe, come on have no fear,
It's so de rigeur, cat whips were last year.
Genitalia of all forms, sex and size,
Is flashed at the bash, it's a treat for the eyes,
So come one, come all to the grand rubber night,
Leave your worries behind have a sensory delight.
It's nice, naughty fun for one, three or two,
You'll see me there naked - I'd love to see you!

Blond So Fond

Bare breasted and blond
Back drop of the moon
In stretched out vista
Silken skin bloom

Body so perfect
Trimmed and serene
Captures imagination
Wanting dream

Blond hair splayed
Caught by the breeze
Like tentacles of want
My heart aches to please

To be in her presence
Wrapped up in her mane
Close to her heart
Delightful remain



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