Bedtime
The beginning of the night was hot
I went to bed naked (daredevil.)
On the other side of the bedroom, I saw a naked man had
a big stomach, large balls and a small .
Since he wasn’t me, I did not bid him good night
I switched off the light.
During the night, it got cold, a foretaste of winter
hastily put my pajamas on.
I had noticed the man in the other room had a long foreskin
at least he was not Jewish.
I made a mental note to ask her who he was
we sleep in separate bedrooms because of my snoring.
I was thinking of Carl Jung. was he a Christian or not
some of what he said was right in our Western society is steeped
in Christianity, as is our everyday speech.
Woke up at eight, walked into the kitchen
, and made coffee
thought, if the man who was not there was still sleeping.
(Tennyson.)
The fact that Jesus was a Jew
may seem odd to quite a few
Then eight days after Christmas, how about this
~ January first, New Year's Day, was his bris *
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*'bris mila,' which literally means 'cov-
enant of the foreskin,' is the Hebrew
term for a Jewish ritual circumcision.
It is performed on the eighth day of a
baby boy's life. Jesus' bris, therefore,
was on the 1st of January.
Bedtime
The beginning of the night was hot
I went to bed naked (daredevil.)
On the other side of the bedroom, I saw a naked man who had a big stomach, large balls and a small .
Since he wasn’t me, I did not bid him good night
I switched off the light.
During the night it got cold a foretaste of winter
hastily put my pyjamas on.
I had noticed the man in the other room had a long foreskin
at least he was not Jewish.
I made a mental note to ask her who he, was as we sleep
in separate bedrooms on account of my snoring.
I was thinking of Carl Jung, was he a Christian or not
some of what he said was right, our western society is steeped in Christianity
as is our everyday speech.
Woke up at eight o´clock walked into the kitchen made coffee
thinking, if the man who was not there was still sleeping.
(Tennyson.)
The winter has honed its attack.
“I'm freezing!” my butt shrieks alack,
as up climb the freezes
from toes passed the knees-es.
It's so cold my foreskin grew back!
12/30/18
poem stew
flight on through
moon beamed blame
tussling with shame
what loose love
of
art
circumstances circumcision
found fondling feathers foreskin
serendipitous guns zen roses
gladiatorial glances
discombobulating
princess paranoia
prancing paupers
collecting copper
panhandling offerings
ramblrambling coffins
something stolen
something bruised
something to old to be knew
poem stew
?
friend front
fond face facemask
facial flowers feathers food fingers
frisk frock foreplay
foreskin forsake forgive futtock
folks fork frank
flak flack funk
i am kind of happy now
my brain fog from reading all those 38 poems
has cleared i can think again
fine free freedom fellas
The man who sold his soul
I can’t let go of Christopher Higgins yet, not that I knew him,
but I have read a couple of his books – not impressed- he is
not an author. A very erudite man with a photographic mind
He could remember everything he had read at University,
and that is impressive and on occasion he used his scholarship
prowess to dazzle an opponent to stammering silence.
But I have been watching man you tube programs of his act
or performance and it struck me one day he has no depths
and he is also an intellectual opportunist who realized which
side of the slice of bread the butter was on.
He was a man who defected from his own youthful promises
Who sang like a joker and received accolade, because he only
0Raged against the has been – like Kissinger- no one likes him
A mild criticism of the foreskin cutting Jewish practice, but he
reserved his venom to the Arab world which it became clear
he had only bookish knowledge. He had a good life in America
and seduced by its naivety he continued unsteady journey
He fiddled
with his foreskin,
pulling the taunts over
The tip of his nose,
it still stung, from when
Gary Mother****in' Jackson
(a strapping lad who insisted
this should have been his middle
name, after taking up a pool
job one summer)
Had pushed him, rather
abruptly into the bushes,
and those branches
Feeling like hands, poked
and prodded into the depth's
of his skin and he'd walked
Through that day, red and
welty, like an overgrown zit.
W-W.
Training bra, stuffing tissue ambition.
Black Bikini top, captures a man’s vision.
Breast-feeding, a painful loving tradition.
Mammogram exam, life becomes a mission.
Breast Cancer Results, nothing close to removing the foreskin in a circumcision.
11-12-12
SandyIvy
Men who have been subject to a circumcision
experience 60 percent less ****** sensation
than men who currently still possess their foreskin.
They cut baby's flesh
foreskin for god
forsaken modification
reflect on what they have mistaken
for his true words
I'm not real
never loved you
and never will
this illusion
you have fused
with delusion
only to manipulate
and distribute
your hate
and well deserved fate
will come soon
the world is passing this evening
and your end is at noon
Torah! Torah! Torah!
Check it out
Ten Commandments of
six hundred (more or less)
for the good deed that goes unpunished
and only the good die Jung? I guess,
it’s a hit
or mitz -vah
whether moyel shall take a bit, more or less;
well, he should have it well in hand
if you think neutral thoughts
during the bloody process
(which may be hard to do–
ahh, there’s the rub
in this Shake-a-spear
tragedy of Love’s laborer, Lost
on this Twelfth Night of your thirteenth year,
you grinning ear to ear,
you contemplate Romeo’s
“It’s soft, what knife through yonder
foreskin breaks. . .” or some such soliloquy
in this tiny Hamlet by some shore.
Lo! The deed is done
(and not much fun)
manhood swaying with a gentle bris
and all the helpful hints
Gone With the Wind amidst
your screams: It Hertz
and Dr. Edward Scissorhands, responded,
“Frankly, Scar-less, I don’t give a damn.”