Desperation, draw me not like magnets pull
But once again let saneness possess me in full
Do not ravage me like a loin upon its prey
Block not the seeds of thoughts that come to save the day
Like limbs of a tree in the presence of a gale force wind
The heavy weight of thy encumbrance makes me bend
As a cookie being crushed underneath a fisted hand
Sapping my power, I become a broken man
Hope beyond my greatest self, suddenly appears
Dashing all desperate thoughts, releasing all my fears
Focused like a camera’s lens, my eyes see a way
Attitude and mindful thought, must have their say
Ideals forming one by one, possibilities
Desperation lost this time, healed is my choice of realities
The Early Years
She is to entertain 20 people
I fried up 20 cucumbers
5 lbs. Of okra
In a grit and Parmesan cheese
And bits of bacon in the batter
Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika
Garlic and onion powder in the
Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda*
I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin
And sliced it thin with commercial
Mixer, I mean the slicer
A creamy sauce to top it
With vinager , jalapeno, lime
Cream cheese and sour cream
With a touch of fish stock and a
Drop or two of gin, extra dry honey!
Fixed some cheesy grits
Fried some green tomatoes
Steamed some shrimp
And made crab balls
And a pot of
Hollindise
With lime and tequila
and cayenne, Sweet Missie
Slap my ass!
Strawberry shortcake
With
A rummy strawberry sauce
Whipped cream
And vanilla ice cream
Ya'll that's ah party!
Slurp the white zinfendell
And tug at your drawels
She got to take
Notice of this
Mans efforts!
Biscuits sweet like cookies
Dix's wanna pound sum
P*ssie!
I"it'ss s ah love thang! "
I don’t like cats, really,
They scare away birds, pretty ****,
The robin, the blackbird so smart,
They think only of eating weaker than them,
That to jump the balls of innocent wool,
My garden had a sweet music yesterday,
Today it is quieter than a grave,
Cats scare away, nice birds,
They don’t see much further than their pretty nose,
Oh the caresses they expect, what false money,
Turn your back; they devour all your friends.
Je n’aime pas les chats, vraiment,
Ils font fuir les oiseaux, les jolies mésanges,
Les rouges gorges, les merles si intelligents,
Ils ne pensent qu’à manger plus faibles qu’eux,
Qu’à sauter les pelotes de laine innocentes,
Mon jardin avait hier une douce musique,
Aujourd’hui il est plus silencieux qu’une tombe,
Les chats font fuir, les gentils oiseaux,
Ils ne voient pas beaucoup plus loin que leur joli nez,
Ah les caresses qu’ils attendent, quelle fausse monnaie,
Tournez le dos, ils dévorent tous vos amis.
Je t’aime
La mélodie
Elle l’a jouée précise
Son cœur lui permet
De vous l’admettre
La vie, elle la voix si belle
L’amitié vous devrez la voir en elle
Vous ne la traitez pas bien
Vous lui donnerez du chagrin
Plus precieuse encore
Mes bras lui rend du comfort
Sans ennuies
Elle prie
Elle vous pardonne
Elle ne déteste personne
Si vous pouvez voir si loin
Tendresse de sa main
Ses larmes
Epargne
Brave de vous le dire
Elle veut t’en vous le décrire
Coeur du plaisir
Une bonne raison de ce faire lire
The Lord may be
Blessing HIS glory
Beside the breathless petting,
love is a wonder timeless --
in loin with club
I can see the pounding extended
fierce yet open ended
room for tenderness and caring
beyond the physical sharing
touch is a mystery overbearing
the feel of a lively other
all not silk
also sandpaper
we rub the nature raw
finding depth as we soar
meet me in the Rapture
both near and mystically afar
together we travel
only when magnetically entangled
are we are --
I marvel at stranger’s kindness,
At beauty born of a child’s smile,
Its imprint etched on memory,
Ah to re-live after a while.
Why, goodness of any kind soul,
A kindly touch on mortal flesh
Retained till wrinkled gets the skin,
Till scorched at death, turned into ash.
I marvel at an autumn leaf
That leaves, not a word of regret
On face, nor of its mother tree
I marvel at the souls grown great.
And how can I forget cuckoo
That waits for someone’s views nor clues,
And sings, world approves it or not,
An alibi there’s, nor excuse.
Those that wait not for weather warm,
And in silence venture ships launch,
Nigh undeterred by thoughts of storm,
Not those that hide behind loin haunch.
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Musings |17.04.2024| smile, soul
Those intense eyes, imposing aura;
The warrior pose;
atop the snow-clad peaks,
among the floating clouds
still, radiating heat!
The serpents, the hair,
The alluring fear,
The magical hues, undefined, unfiltered
Beyond comprehension of mere souls
into you I gaze, are you Mansi’s ace?
Your roar- creates, expands, nurtures…
As I give you my fears, inhibitions,
Roar for me…
Let the cell vibrate, follicle tingle
mind flush,
let thy churn, a twister form!
Come as a child
or clad in a loin,
A pinstripe suit or a Gucchi boot.
Raise a storm or a strom.
You have come to play; the game that’s your always
To dribble doubts, net fears, dunk worries.
Haha…
Win will be mine, with the divine & Mansi intertwined!
As I saw you with closed eyes,
cried out…
a silent bellow to invite,
you roared, entered & tore!
The sheer pain, the veiled shriek
Throbbing veins, pulsating calf
Could it be more profound?
The aftermath…
In observance, in the space…I remain!
Bestowed by your grace, the Mansi way…
Your sand, my waves
you're every grain
hotter than one
can possibly explain.
My water
trickles to you ,
at first
just to tease,
increasing
in urgency to aid
in your release.
Before too long
my waves
crash against you,
covering the loin
of your land,
caressing it in it's
beautifully long span.
My wetness envelopes you as
I bury you in the splashes,
applying wet thudding lashes.
I pound your hot surface
with all that is my waves
because in the end it's only
you that I crave.
©SamHarty
Since everything makes sense, I think,
What are the stars for?
It’s up to us to observe them,
To imagine why they shine,
Are they there, to make us dream?
To make us think, or write
For us to measure distances
Which separates us from galaxies?
What are the stars for?
Their light does not come from the sun,
So there are other Christmas trees
Far from our beloved planet,
What are the stars for?
They shine on the American flag,
They shine in the eyes of young girls,
So we must love all these stars
Like our loved sisters.
Puisque tout a un sens, je crois,
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
À nous, de les observer,
D’imaginer pourquoi elles brillent,
Sont-elles là, pour nous faire rêver,
Pour nous faire réfléchir, ou écrire
Pour que nous mesurions les distances
Qui nous séparent des galaxies ?
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
Leur lumière ne vient pas du soleil,
Il y a donc d’autres sapins de Noël
Loin de notre terre chérie,
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
Elles brillent sur le drapeau américain,
Elles brillent dans les yeux des jeunes filles,
Nous devons donc aimer toutes ces étoiles
Comme nos sœurs.
My black is majestic my black is smooth
Even when I was banished from public pool
Even if I was portrayed black face fool
I was a raven flying above you.
I am much more than kinky hair
Thick thighs brown eyes and ebony stare
I am the truth if you want or dare
Take my hand and I’ll take you there.
Black is deeper than had been enslaved
Nothing weaker than to steal me away
From my history where I am great
From times mystery of healing faith
October 17th we celebrate
All black poets on black poetry day
You don’t have to know it that you are a poem
written by spirit, fruit of the loin strong.
Most of us poets are not well known
In our hearts we find gem stone home
For literacy and for fuchsia full blown
Purple royal words we call our own.
ring of fire dancer is skimpily clad with tall fur lined boots
if flames catch his loin cloth everything will be revealed
I stare at the dancer’s tummy, noting his belly button.
He has a mother. Has she seen his act?
He catches me staring at his naval.
I wonder what he thinks I am staring at.
We give each other enormous grins.
I look away, embarrassed now.
Copper elf found a coin
Matching the pot in his mother’s kitchen
All shiny against his limb and loin
He said “I think I’m getting rich’n”.
It is like a pretty penny his child said.
Yes, and it was such a marvelous surprise!
It has a shine that reminds me of your daddy’s head
A bald-headed elf who would have rolled his eyes
Best kitchen utensil, invented by man -
By far favourite, fantastic frying pan!
Be it onion, French toast or eggs and bacon,
My fancy taste buds, drooling unmistaken.
With a light and magic touch of oil drizzle
Lamb loin is seared to savoury sizzle.
Veggies' blend roasted on a pan, to die for,
Never boil them in water, plain wilted bore!
Ah, pancakes, my goodness, grandma's homey treat,
Made with love and care - will knock you off your feet.
And last, not least, ultimate joy of French fries,
With extra depth - all times blessing in disguise!
I know with healthy eating habits I'm screwed,
In regards to fried carcinogenic food.
I should have dumped my pan pal long time ago,
But in denial, I just can't let go.
Way too late to contemplate of what I should,
It’s panned into my identity for good!
February 22, 2023
If you break into laughter, I won’t join,
Facing us right now the need to hands join
And, fast, stripped body cover up to loin;
Neater clothes to fetch for the man’s bared groin
And no less veil for his wife’s announced loin…
Perhaps you want them to Adam rejoin
Or right there as wedded couple conjoin!
Mad beggars – yes – for as cheap as a coin:
But which shop picks from filthy hand a coin
And which food seller attends to leaked groin?
Then it’s a much fake concern: your tossed coin
Unless a cool, thousand of it you join
You think that Despair
Could weak persons spare,
Body and mind not spear
Nor into two tear...
Then,Hope does not heal
Like we claim and feel,
Restore what men steal,
Harden us like steel,
Until grabbed 'The Deal'!
Despair powerless
Hope not powerful,
Despair meaningless
Hope not meaningful...
Guy! Despair can smash,
Force us to spend cash,
At All-night Groovy
For hyping movie;
Just as Hope swells Hearts,
Unseen Gold in carts;
A crying Laughter
Sure of The After...
Two sides of a Coin
For who's left mum's loin.
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