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Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
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Voice aloud a melody to the Lord
of His justice and love to trust
ponder much of His perfect way
walk in integrity heart full ready to burst
Promise never to look at worthlessness
hating works of those that fall
run away from perverseness and folly
to know no evil make you call
Destroy all the secret slanderers
don’t give time to arrogant of heart
look with favour on the faithful
so they dwell with you not just a part
Shut your door on the deceitful
make sure wars will not before you endure
every morning destroy all of the wicked
from God’s city cut off all evil to be sure
(Psalm 101)
The fly in the ointment --
Introducing souls to their
Indwelling Christ Spirit
Is a positive change needed…
But it is not done by threats!
Not for fear of Biblical Damnation or
Annihilation (cut off forever from God’s
Grace). Love does not slander and condemn;
Love nurtures and uplifts --
Love is an eternal balm for physical and
Spiritual healing. Christ was
Thrown to crucifixion for
Not being Barabbas, a militant
Rebel-rouser. Christ did not
Advocate to break laws, to
Bring about great social change.
He did not support violent demonstration.
He said, give onto Caesar what
Is Caesar's – My Kingdom, Our Kingdom
Is not of this earth. Change self,
Change one’s own heart, and a better
World will follow. Love is not exclusive --
Love does not categorize nor make
Religious exemptions. Love is Love.
Love is God. If you hate millionaires,
Believe they are all evil, then become
A good one (I never got a job from a
Poor man) What! Too much actual
Work?! Flashier to talk loudly, vociferously
Complain? Consume one’s mind and heart with
Negativity and that is all you will
Have and all you will produce in
This world of unlimited blessed opportunity.
Let love, compassion be your first
Impulse toward every foul situation...if
Something else needed God will Guide
And protect one’s soul. His Will first! And not
Ours…. Christ never said, to love is
Universally Easy – but he did say, it is the only
Way to make a Statement of Heaven. We
Are called to something higher than any
Given moment. Learn how to Love. Parents,
Before anything else, teach your children
To Love. Love 101….
It happened in May, 1948
Israel declared itself a new-old state
In hours it came under fierce attack
From Egypt, Jordan, Syria and Iraq
The four Arab states told their kin in Israel
Leave your homes, come to us. Here's the deal:
In three weeks or less, we'll push the Jews into the Sea
Then you'll return to your homes in triumphant victory
But little Israel turned the Arab attackers away
So what did Egypt and Jordan do within days?
They fenced their 'Arab brothers' in squalid refugee camps
Then blamed Israel(!) for causing them their murderous plans to 'revamp'
This is what happened. Read about it in the media of that day
If so, why do so many people support the PA?* --
Because the Arabs have lied about the refugees for so many years
That the truth has become sullied and is no longer clear
History will show that Israel is not to blame
The onus is on the Arabs, along with the shame
______________________________________________________
The PA are the Palestinian Arabs. Alternatively PA is the Palestinian
Authority, the self-governing entity of President Mahmoud Abbas in
the Gaza Strip.
A complicated issue may often be better understood
By breaking it down into a few undeniable facts.
This is especially helpful with comprehending
An issue that is new, or unfamiliar.
For example:
Thomas Jefferson was a famous American,
A man of many accomplishments.
He was a scholar, a scientist,
An inventor, an author,
A musician, a statesman,
A president, and a plantation owner.
As a plantation owner,
He was also a racist,
A slave owner,
And a rapist
Who exploited the labor
Of fellow human beings
For his own profit.
That is all verifiable history.
It’s as simple as that.
Let the truth be told.
That’s critical race theory.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
SALLY HEMINGS & EMMETT TILL
When I write
my goal is to be
impersonal as possible --
giving all credit
or defeat
to the Muse, Devil or
God of a partner.
To my mind,
Poetry, must speak independent of
the author, using a schizoid sort of
logic --
there must be a life
exhibited, that upon completion
the author, reads back with as
much interest as any foreign tourist or explorer
thinking: "where did that come from?"
Then I know, in my own humble way,
though not having touched the face of greater
creation, I have at least seen a small feature, moving on
with better sense of future direction, what to strive for
while in further pursuit of the art. Poetry, like everything else one does
in life, should be viewed through a sacred lens --
in order to do one's best, and for best results.... As I cloudily
ascertain. My method. I know nothing.
Have you ever had a major itch
Deep inside your brain
Where your whole face does a Chubby Checkers twist
Driving you erratically down crazy lane
You need to find that special something
To cram far enough up your nose
And if you can't get to it that way
There's that hole just above the earlobe
I search around my place frantically
When I come across a paper clip
Bending it to the perfect size and length
So in my canal of choice it will fit
I slide it in as far as it will go
Which causes a sever twitching of the eye
My left foot starts to tingle
As I lose all feeling down my right side
Clearly that didn't work
So I search around some more
When I come across a #2 pencil
Feeling this is a major score
I use the end with the erasure
Don't want to break the lead off in my head
Everyone knows lead poisoning makes you stupid
And I am way far away from that!
So this time around I try the ear canal
When I wiggle it back and forth over a certain spot
My legs start to prance in a 70's disco dance
As I let out a rapid succession of barks
Any fool can clearly see
I need something long and sharp
Not a knife, I've never been that dumb in life
Now where's that old game of Lawn Darts
I search long and hard in the garage for the game
Then remember my wife threw it away
After the unfortunate incident with the neighbors
I never did care for that dog of theirs anyways
So I'm back to square one of my searching
When the broom handle catches my eye
It's a little wide so I get out my pliers
And stretch my nostrils to twice their normal size
I jam it in as far as I can
Giving it all that I have got
I scratch and scratch and laugh and laugh
I either just gave myself a lobotomy or hit the perfect spot
But what can I say either way it's okay
Just as long as the itching has stopped
If I live to be 101
I still don't think that I will have seen
All the things that I've read about
Both nearby and across the seas.
If I live to be 101
I still don't feel that I will have done
Half of the things that I'd aspired to do
Both serious and in fun.
If I live to be 101
I think that I'll still have dreams
Dreams of all with whom that I have been
Dreams of all the things I've seen
Dreams of all things that I wish would come true
Dreams of future happier times to be.
If I live to be 101
I still don't think I'll have danced as much as I'd wanted
There will still be music playing in my head
I'll still be feeling like a debutante.
If I live to be 101
I still don't think that I will have taught my children
All the things that they'll need to know
They'll have to learn these things during their own lives
Learning from Life's challenges as they go.
If I live to be 101
I'll have watched my children grow old
I'll have seen them raise families of their own
I may have even seen their bodies grow cold.
If I live to be 101
I still won't have tired of growing all the plants I love
I'll still be dreaming of eternal Springs
When all the buds from the earth appear above
I'll be looking forward to heavenly Summers
And all the songs the birds will sing.
If I live to 101
I'll have seen technology change our lives
I'll have seen things that this planet has never had
I'll have seen infinite changes to all human's daily lives.
If I live to be 101
I still won't want to leave this life
I'll have loved every minute of it
Both in the good times and in the times with strife.
I won't want to leave this earth
To travel to the great beyond
I'll wish that I could keep on living here
And not be just a brief ripple
In the Universe's Eternal Golden Pond.
(December 27, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Thank you, God, for making me a female,
one so strong, cheerful and alive!
The weaker sex? I guess! If being frail
can serve me, I will anything contrive!
A tire flat? Out of gas? I use
“femininity” when in a fix.
I do it oh so charmingly - this ruse-
used by clever chicks like politics!
Those that share my gender cast a spell,
and In our sex are pleasant aspects found.
In art of conversation we excel.
By friendship and by loyalty we are bound.
***** envy? Me? I like your plan,
I am happy not to be a man!
For the the What Makes You Happy old - new poem Poetry Contest
of Royal Ninja~
Real comedy is bold
it's straight and blunt
there's no white gloves
or polite niceties
Real comedy is harsh
without playing dirty
it smacks you in the face
and punches in the gut
Real comedy is dark
looks head on at society
points out what's wrong
and shoves it in your face
Real comedy is hot
enrages those with a soul
infuriates those who claim
to have a conscience
Real comedy is cold
sure it gets laughs
make no mistake
it's on a mission
Real comedy is brash
addresses those who
care to make a difference
and want to change the world
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025