A Newspaper
Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point of view
It was pro-Israel, defending Palestinian artists' rights
while overlooking as long as possible, the utter brutality
of Israeli politics against, say, Palestinians
The fact that the Guardian has been able to change is its
ability to alter its stands, yet holding to their journalistic
who are not left-wing, except for some of them who
Thanks to nature and time, they have wings.
Today, the Guardian is no longer a newspaper; it is more
like a color magazine dedicated to true sex stories shies
not away from lesbianism and what we now call gayness
It caters to a younger middle class, employed in, I think
show business, or the media, with titles like TV analyst
Or a researcher of AI, who will one day make all of them
out of work
When I get up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee and
For entertainment, read the Guardian
There was a young man name Dilly Willy
Pained with full belly for love of chilly
Burp, passed gas through his a.n.u.s
Though painful red faced gayness
Couldn't give up his chilly for his Lily
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A Friday of Gayness
Today, I drove to Faro town wanted a dinner of tunny steak
with onions at a café, I frequented fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket so had the prices.
One waiter remembered me, but not my wife who took a dislike
of the poor man with failing eyesight, said he was effeminate.
The café used to have two parts one part was a wine bar
I mostly sat there when Oscar Wilde walked in if it was
not him in person was someone who looked like Oscar.
He remarked what he had observed this morning
at the railway station and could recite his poems beautifully.
I decided to become gay too to be frivolous and happy
But avoid the sex part, the thought of this made me shudder.
Alas, I had to drive my wife home.
I tried to translate some of Oscar´s remarks into Portuguese
she didn´t think it was clever or funny,
this, was my fault telling jokes is not my metier, so I was back
being my pedestrian self.
If you don't make me laugh out loud,
You always make me smile.
The things you do, the things you say,
Make it all worth while.
I love the gayness of your voice,
Your happy upbeat spirit.
The simple way you look at life,
Just brings me joy in triplet.
Your voice to me is a melody,
That I alone can hear,
And losing you my friend, my dear,
Is my only fear.
Sassoon and Owens?
The learned men spend much time in libraries
to find about their private life,
dissecting poems to find the banal truth
about two men, “as no men love for long.”
I have read some of their work and my Scandinavian
soul find them a bit “over the top” perhaps feminine
In their endless longing lurking under the surface
Of the excellent verses.
They wrote famous lines. Therefore, they are celebrated.
Their gayness or not is too prosaic to mention.
For Frank,
My friend, who never judged my gayness
My brokenness, or heritage
Or country, colour, language
Who is the prettiest on Soup ;)
(Apart from me, of course)
Who loves beauty in all its forms
My friend who knows of hardship
Just like I do and survived and thrives
Who speaks in capitals without yelling.
My friend, who is proud of me
And makes me smile
Whose poems are on my fave list
Let them Frank, don't get angry
Let their pathetic opinion slide
Across your back to your...
And shrug it off
Shake that pretty head of yours
And smile :)
A Friday of Gayness
Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with
onions at the café I used to frequent fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket and so had the prices one waiter
remembered me but not my wife and she took a dislike to him
said he was effeminate; the café has two parts, one with a wine bar
I mostly sat there. Oscar Wilde came in or someone looking as him,
he remarked of what he had observed during the day an intelligent
mind who could recite his own poems beautifully .
I decide to become gay too, to be frivolous and happy, but avoid
the sex thing the very thought made me shudder.
Alas, I had to drive my wife home I tried to translate some of
Oscar`s remarks into Portuguese, she didn`t think it was funny
But that was my fault telling jokes is not my metier so I was
back being my pedestrian self
ALL OF ME
World's written with the fictions that one can't explain ,
The streams full of photonic dust leads to abodes in gain.
Empyreal deity embraces me ,
Episodic cuddlefests then braces me .
Bouts and animosities all obliterate ,
I do venditore the past but am not alone .
All the gayness , peace, pride hails ,
All the halcyon moments prevails .
Then murmuring the enchanting prays
I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And they are neither the fortune,
nor a diviner I am.
Its just feeling a halo ,
Walking forth a welkin ,
The feels are ephemeral
but it stays right here eternal .
As I see the zodiacal light
with all the horizon paint white.
Figured anelapsis with cool vibes .
As I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And that them,
is a supreme one.
The deity !
The God !
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the one who became the first openly gay footballer in America
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the black man
But I am Sam who does not see my gayness as having anything to do with my professional career which was a choice until like sexuality
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the one who does not want to be judged by the color of my life style but by my actions on the field of play and the character of my heart
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the Sam who is connected to the Rainbow Connection and I am a bridge to help others like me to come out come out no matter wherever you are to Saint Louis
The name of the Star
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the you and I am me
I am that I am
I am the Sam the Ram
Future, forthcoming, impending, imminent,
Future!
In the present a constant litany
The misery of constant thought of it,
Today there, tomorrow there,
Tomorrow in today.
Invisibility of reason as accompaniment,
The feeling, a river flow of unease and restlessness
Never stopping sometimes a little less throbbing
The drive to do and to be done to,
Finally he intervenes once called upon
Showing that it’s a gradual step
Requiring basking in the little glory
Of the presence of mind of the present
The beauty of waiting without anxiety
The gayness of today.
Faberge lillies secluded in secrecy
outbound for vast gayness
Irredesent dreams of shrouded angst
perpetual delima abound from baby smiles
Frolicking in and frolicking with animosity
of imagined cherubs with soft eyes
and pretty lies
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