Best Unmentionables Poems
With the onset of years
erstwhile crazy ideas
abandoned with caution and dread
now crowd my mind
no peace I will find
till my conscience lies neatly in shreds
Conscience, out the way
there's hell to pay
for too long I've toed the line
Ms Goody Two-Shoes
who never once boozed
longs to taste the fruit of the vine
Since exiting the womb
no breathing room
another's cousin, sister or daughter
later in life
mother and wife
now breaking free to taste the sweet water
Once meek and restrained
willingly chained
missed out on the pleasures of life
no fun to be had
not a chance at being bad
as a dutiful mother and wife
Inch by sure inch
my conscience I'll lynch
spread my wings which were hitherto clipped
down with taboos
I'll expose my tattoos
and enjoy my first skinny dip
I dream of a match
to telly dispatched
on the streak my clothes I'll abort
displaying my tattoos
and unmentionables too
and a full frontal view before caught
No doubt you'd agree
my earlier poetry
has a somewhat conservative ring
conscience, step aside
you've my freedom denied
readers, prepare for smut on a string
Though passionately aflame
this steri-clean dame
aims in the heart zone to practice due care
though my conscience'll be dead
of all life been bled
I'll draw the line at illicit affairs
No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)
We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers
Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates a title
and words have only meaning
for others who chose to read
and believe that each day
is a jewel in the crown of the month
Floating on seas of discontent
even though heart shaped sails
reflect on horizons
much closer than they appear
but still so far away
that silhouettes resemble unmentionables
as others keep a watchful eye
for anything that even seems
like a tide fueled rumor,
just because they can
Still, we don’t look like they do,
maybe because our visions come through
a brilliant sunrise and we realize
we do need somebody
and we won’t hesitate to cherish,
quietly of course,
those who come to touch us
in the wake of our dreams,
hiding in plain sight,
disguised as no one
in particular
Do you ever feel like you are losing your mind,
Stand up and speak ~ would you feel so inclined.
Enter a room and ask yourself why you are there,
Re-tracing every step, trying to become aware.
Or telling a great story then you get halfway,
You think, now what exactly was I going to say.
Drive to the grocery store to buy a thing or two,
Once home you find you forgot the main item, stew.
You meet a friend in the store, you know her face,
What’s her name ~ you feel like such a disgrace.
You plan a dinner for friends that cannot be missed,
But you have to write all the menu details on a list.
Ask your husband a question and he answers no,
Now did he say yes or no, I forget, ~ oh say it isn’t so.
Friends reassuringly say its your age, it’s just stress,
I worry for my family, terrified for myself, I must confess.
My Mom died of Alzheimer's, a disease of the mind
The loss of mental function and quality of life is unkind
There’s nothing that can be done, so I sit and wait
To see if I will end up like my mother, a terrible fate.
*The most common cause of dementia is Alzheimer Disease. It estimated there are 35.6 million people with dementia worldwide. The economic cost is $604 billion (US dollars) in 2010. * Reference: World Alzheimer Report 2010. Alzheimer Disease International.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest
“Unmentionables”
Won 7th place
If she only knew what she could do?
We all see the problems that have blemished our door
Missed holiday dinners where she left an empty plate
Promises that were never kept
Most of us would never dare to speak of it away from the family
But I must dare to speak of her it hurts my heart so
She left on a trip to nowhere and didn’t look back
Sure she thinks we are stupid blind at that
All her lies and phony tales trying to hide the unbalanced scales
Her dreams failed to see her through so the pills just grew
They grew a place to hide away from us
They grew a place to settle at best
But now they’ve taken over her life
She fights with everyone she once cherished and enjoyed
She has grown to be more and more demented
And the constant need for drama and disorder
The younger members in the family don’t ask for her anymore
She just drops off presents when she feels like it at our doors
No warm family interaction it’s just too hard for her to do
Why she needs to save her energy for her family in a bottle that just grew
She’s always conniving and planning to take something for free
While she settles for less and goes on a taking spree
If she only knew what she could do with a prayer from God?
Her addiction would break through
And we’d be a family not split, and not so captive and blue
Written for the Unmentionables contest by Debbie Guzzi
(This poem was about my sister’s addiction to pills!)
I've never talked about
When we caught you out
You were spotted in the car
Though the distance was quite far
In your mouth, a roll of paper?
Yes, we saw that little caper
When I dropped down to the club
Saw you hide that half burnt stub
Secret smoker I saw you
and the lengths that you went to
But I thank you father dear
For abstaining when we're near
All these years remained unmentioned
these quiet thoughts I left them shunned
I'm so glad now you've stopped smoking
lost the cough, ditched the whole thing
You've gone years with out a puff
So I'm ending here, that's quite enough
I'm in trouble, now you see
'cos dad reads my poetry
Contest : Unmentionables
Unplaced
U nderwear was once taboo
N ow is flaunted on t.v. screens
M en's boxers/briefs, women's bras/panties
E volving (or declining) moral values
N egate former prudish sentiments
T ampon commercials now the norm
I gnorant minds become informed
O ur private agonies are fully aired
N ausea, diarrhea, erectile dysfunction
A ll formerly private matters
B ecome readily discussable
L eaving no subject out of reach
E nlightened minds say "let it all hang out"
S oon nothing will be unmentionable
For Debbie's Unmentionable contest
Two metal T's with wire line in-between
a place to hang washed clothes that you cleaned
Wooden clothespin to pinch and hold
even unmentionables to the world you showed
The sunny sun and warm wind
would in no time dry all of them
Sheets and shirts smelled like spring
fresh and bright was everything
Hanging blankets across all lines
became tents and shade during kids playtime
Beating a rug so dust would fly
those simple days now goodbye
Colorful neon painted machine
dries your clothes after washed and clean
Somehow it's not like summers of long ago
or using wooden racks inside during days of cold
Like the sleeves of a shirt waving in the wind
the old clothesline has come to an end
Family get togethers are so much fun
provided you stick to the rules.
Greet everyone with a smile.
Get them talking about themselves.
Don't compare nor gloat.
Set the timer to 'it will be over soon'.
Keep topics neutral; arguments deflated.
Keep unmentionables hidden away.
Don't say the obvious, keep anger at bay.
Small talk, short talk - in small short doses,
spread evenly around the room.
You can survive, unruffled, uninjured
by keeping it all short and sweet.
Happy........Whatsoever.
THINGS NOT TO MENTION
Condoms in the Vatican
Soul music to the klansman
Pork chops to the rabbi
Bomb joke on an aircraft in the sky
Children and any green vegetable
Supersize to the catwalk model
Thirteen to the superstitious
England to the Irish
Neighbour’s dog to the snoozing cat
Fat to Jack Spratt
Beer to a teetotaler
Tea to a beertotaler
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Written for Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest “Unmentionables”
I am whatever where ever
I am all Directions
All circumstances every condition
For lack of a better word
I am the notion within the motion
Let us move mountains let us
Start the shouting on our earth
Heavens worth scream until it
Hurts I am small I am all I am
Two I am one I am both I am
Oath I am I am father I am
Mother I move I recover
Uncovered Forward to the
Principles of unmentionables
Therefore I am more I am peace
I am war
I am amazement I am age
Age I am time. Be amazed
I am all everything you do not
Understand at my command
Learn spread the word be heard
Know THIS I am friend I am
Friend not foe do not slow I am
One I am NAME UNKNOWN
My throne? I am the voice make
Your choice cause the noise
I am WE are here I am we are
Many I am we are here we are we
Are here I am
This world is rife with obstacles,
Objects that play with the innocence of young hearts,
Inexperienced hearts,
Hearts that by any other description would be called pure,
Untouched and innocent.
Oh how I wish the world would recognise
These toying unknowns for what they are.
If only to protect Loves children
From those who seek to to destroy their minds
And plunder their youth!
For these unmentionables are the cursed
Borne into our society via foul thoughts
And dark souls,
Souls who themselves are created via broken hearts and shattered dreams!
Decapitated lives!
And not by any vile being
Or seductive monster
But by the innocents themselves.
Innocents trying to guard other innocents,
Guard them from having from having broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Proof!
Proof that they too cannot be called innocent
For they are responsible for all hearts
That become the casualty of their protection!
So I ask, what is innocence
Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle lines drawn in a battle indeed.
We circle each other like birds of prey,
thinking of that explosive day
that we both know will come with a great thrill
when like raptors we swoop in for the kill.
For space to be had that doesn’t exist,
ironies aplenty, it’s life with a twist.
Irons and curlers and blow dryers too,
for goodness sake, what’s a man supposed to do?
At every visit I eyeball the hair
that grows by the day, stuck to the “Skin Care.”
Things wadded up in the waste basket,
oft overflowing like a yawning casket.
A place for dead things, unmentionables too,
then I think of my vows when I said “I love you”.
If a couple survives bathroom things,
chances are good they’ll keep wearing their rings.
But half of that space should be for the groom,
for heaven's sake, I too need room.
Form:
You lost your home, you can stay with me
It depends on your mood, sometimes you're a she and sometimes a he
Don't leave your unmentionables lying around
My sense of smell is like that of a Bloodhound
I must address this one thing
I noticed in my bath tub you left a dirt ring
Judging by the odor, I believe a dumpster was your last home
Here, take one of mine, it's obvious you don't own a comb
I will have to shorten your stay due to the smell
You say you bathe once every 10 days, I can surely tell
I thought when you finally bathed, there would be birds that sing
It all went south, when you left that filthy bath tub ring
Get out and don't come back, the odor is too much
You are not the one I would not call in the clutch
You are the definition of what trailer trash is
I gave you blunt hints, this is no quiz
You have nothing I want, there is no bling bling
The tub now has to be replaced, I can't remove the dirt ring
In this life you have to be prepared for unmentionables,
don't pretend they don't exist, can't have daisies, sunshine
all the time, my imagination or is it a female problem?
Guys are tough, don't care, poet plays to the gallery.
God must be laughing in his office, look at them -
I gave them everything and look how they f..... up,
you think he's sad, so why doesn't he do something?
Warnings - climate change, alien invasion, free will, don't care.
You believers think that we will all be saved in paradise,
dream on, what makes you think you deserve anything?
Time is short (yours), so lighten up, laugh at sex hey,
your lot in life before you turn into a pillar of salt.
Toomorwow, rethink that everything merits some kudos,
don't hide your cheque book, accept I was right after all.
The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed.
He opened the eyes of his wired covered head…
and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me
in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind
wondering if he knows who I am…
To pick a brane that waves to man
is to ride inside the soul of a woman.
He opened the door to my forbiddens…
He fondled my unmentionables
....and found my hiddens.
A trail he left like a beast in my beauty
I wonder if he knew I was dancing slowly
”...LowQ.tis… you’re old school….”
Remember the day when I was wired too?
Since then there’s been a change
I have remote control right over a range
Of infinity… oh! Collective memory?
Strange arrangement of destiny?
I was bord… so I changed the Uni.Verse. ;)
Do you know where you are?
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