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It was just an affair of convenience,
No love or other emotion al stuff,
Just meeting for sessions of sex
Because neither was getting enough.
There was certainly sexual attraction
And our sex was really the best,
Sometimes hour’s long sessions
Broken only when one needed a rest.
I couldn’t keep my hands off her
And she really was just the same
Until we reached the door to leave
And finished our exciting game.
The weeks we couldn’t be together
We’d meet for as long as we could
For inventive sex sessions
In car park or a local wood.
I think we became an addiction
Each knowing the others taste
So of that time spent together
Not a second went to waste.
I remember our final session
Because they were moving away
And we managed to arrange
To be together most of that day.
And we spent it so creatively
As though this last day we must
For one final time fully exploit
And enjoy our equally shared lust
Just an affair of convenience
Keeping two marriages strong
Such an affair of convenience
Nearly fifteen years or so long.
She suddenly came back to memory
For I saw her up town somewhere
We stood and chatted for a little while
Each with grandchild in its push chair
We both smiled as we recalled
Those frustrating times we waited
Between our times together
When our appetites were sated.
The gentle buzzing sound echoed memories of a fading childhood
When she and her cousin had whispered secrets at the mosque
About undying love and first kisses before being stung by a bee
‘Honey, don’t worry they make nectar and ambrosia is sweet’
She had just begun to wear a veil to protect her from luring eyes
But passion and adventure were stronger than foreclosing fabric
Fatima widened her crimson lips to a smile larger than persimmon
Teased dimples on olive skin into a conspicuous feast of desire
Almond eyes shone like candle light signals in flickering delight
Mustafa was mesmerized and knelt down to show his respect
Then held out his hands and touched the hem of her garment
‘Nothing will keep us apart as long as hummingbirds chirp and
The eagle in my heart pumps around life meaning and peace’
The two children took a piece of metal and made a blood pact
‘Now we are bound in promise for eternity and infinite joy
Maybe our parents will arrange our marriage sealed by a dove’
Now the fizzing in the sky turned into a shadow of fore-bearing
Grew loud and too uncomfortable for their young souls to neglect
‘Let it be a falcon with his talons bringing pride stealth and vigour
His beak will seal our connection with a pick of mellow salvation’
Impermanence beckoned however when the minaret collapsed
Their young lives dissembled into a surreal mirage of illusion
The hawk was a steel groomed assassin and bore a serial number
Doomed she lay in the rubble catching the dome of the masjid
And she was not prostrated in prayer but slain by the drone
Mustafa gathered her dissected remains and vowed retribution
Mopped up her blood with the veil of lost innocence and revenge
Today he drives a Toyota Land Cruiser through the streets of Aleppo
Gun barrel on top next to a black flag with white prophecy inscribed
The seal of misguided religion will not bring Fatima back into live
But he is a victim and dreams that one of the virgins in waiting is her
14th October 2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 -Bird-
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
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Pie in the Sky
If the pie grew in proportion to the number waiting for a piece could there ever be enough?
If everyone who got a piece of the pie shared it would either be satisfied?
If the pie were distributed on the basis of need how many would still want it?
If a committee were formed to address the issue of the pie what would happen?
Would the committee arrange for a bigger pie?
Would the committee mandate a larger pie?
Would the committee institute an investigation into the quality of the pie and its inability to be sliced into sufficient pieces to satisfy all?
Would an independent “special” prosecutor be assigned to look into the origins of the pie’s insufficiencies?
If the committee did its job correctly the pie would be forgotten. The independent “special” prosecutor honored, and the committee praised for their diligence in managing the situation.
The unused ingredients (money, power and prestige) of the preceding problem (the pie) would be blended into (swallowed up by) a new recipe (new legislation) regarding the size, shape, production and distribution of any new pies.
A COMMITTEE will be appointed to oversee the process.
John G. Lawless
6/22/2021
I find that if I cut a lens-size whole
in a cardboard box then place that box
over my head the stars
arrange themselves
into, not the named constellations,
but ordinary oddments once lost then found
and eventually junked.
I find that if I see a dead raccoon
on the road I will automatically
recite the El Maleh Rachamim,
(the Jewish prayer for the dead),
maybe it’s the pajamas they wear,
they only wear half-pajamas, but then
I am only half-Jewish.
I find that most concentration camps
are left open, and you never know
which abandoned factory once was one.
Finding stuff keeps my mind from wandering
just long enough to find a hole in the sky
where lost things have fallen through.
Things would be better so we both thought
But then into the other lives we seemed to be caught
Promises, attitudes, and feelings surely would change
I know that wasn't what we planned to arrange
With differences in opinions and so much we didn't say
It really was for the best that someone walked away
Yes there is plenty that we'll miss and would so much like to see
But after trying things twice it just wasn't meant to be
That's not to say that Love wasn't there
But the same picture of life we could never share
One a giver of life and will put themselves out
The other a believer that tough times teach us just what life's about
Giving to others isn't bad or something that shouldn't be done
But the preexisting unit has to be #1
Nor is it about who's right or which one has to be wrong
More on being adults and trying to still get along
The choices we made even though we didn't agree
Bit us in the ass and that's plain to see
Fixing things before they finally fall apart
Is the only way to save the Love in Someone's heart
To fix things it's probably more then to late
It's hard not to look back and clean the whole slate
Because we're not together doesn't mean that we don't care
If we need a friend maybe the other will always be there
Hoping that from each other we could expect the same
It's a hell of a lot nicer then playing pass the blame
There so much more that we both want to say
But for now let's just take things by the day!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
Form:
Disrupting the general flow of the ruby blaze,
As ghosts, there are shadows in the haze.
Air-filled skeletons, bone-filled skull,
Sneaking in the shadows, stained by the dull.
Alluding to cruel as zesty and delicate as sour,
Lying expertise of apt words and clear power.
Like a bursting fire against a robotic device,
A chaotic request is like blossoms and tree slice.
I'm cruising through a vast ocean of worry,
And scream at the swift currents of destiny.
Consistently, news shows up in a foaming rage,
Which my reasoning could then arrange!
I succumb to impulsive complex troubles,
From across the world, there were struggles.
Keeping trust that others will concur with me,
I'll make certain to convey to you my sincerity.
Since that bear near what will mend desire,
In return for virtuous air and no nuke dire.
For journalese, there last saporous sighs,
Which deal the world may aim for arise.
Probe into my modern Coronavirus flyswatter,
Who am I behind the hazy mask marauder?
Turn into a fellow of the New World mastery,
A nonhuman, scared, and iron-fisted society.
Consuming rotting husks to fill their stomach,
Inadequacy's meal served in dirty dumb luck.
As vacant hoists in cobwebs made of whin brace,
These remain the terms of dozing brilliance.
Written: April 08, 2022
1st Place contest winner
New World Order Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Mis En Place'
(Everything In Its Place}
Arrange it all
Piece by piece
Step by step
Make your world fall in line
With the New Time.
Forget the Before;
Anticipate the After
There is no real moment aside from this.
Lay it all out
Day by day
One step follows another
One by one
Because there is no plan;
Moments march on
As you try to make yourself fill time constructively,
But you dither,
Because there's always tomorrow.
Day or night,
What does it matter?
You've oceans of time;
Drift through the dark depths
There's always tomorrow
Before you drown.
The invisible enemy
Holds us in its thrall
We hide from one another
We hide from ourselves
We face the endless days
Huddled in our huts,
Craving one another
Fearing one another
We shall of course come through this
Though who can say at what cost.
I hope in the end it will make us burn for connection,
To celebrate how unified we truly can be.
Let us learn from this the vast family we are,
Bound by blood and hope, refusing to submit,
As we so often do,
To the cold, indifferent judgement of Fate.
Grieve, yes grieve my Brethren,
For all the loss and all the pain.
Shatter the skies with your laments,
Make the gods shed bloody tears for us.
We will pass through this fire
Emerge purified;
Stronger yet.
This is Mankind.
We do not surrender.
Face the Truth, hold the loss
To your hearts,
Grieve and weep and let the sorrow
Burn into your bones - Yes!
But in the end,
Remember who you are:
Sapiens, masters of the world.
You will survive
You will prevail.
You will NOT submit to Anything.
My Brothers and Sisters,
Unite with me in common belief
That that which does not kill us
Makes us stronger.
Yes, this will slay many of our tribe,
Steep us deep in sorrow.
Embrace the pain of loss, show the gone-before
That we are stronger for our pain;
Show them we will fight to honor them.
We will not submit to this;
We will emerge the stronger.
Okay let me get this straight from nothing everything came out of the sea
Uniqueness being a common trait I don't see how this could be
Crickets, to the chicken on your plate and what about the tree
No this was so much more great look around and you shall see
Did the cricket become the cow or was it the other way around
To God they do not like to bow but this theory is so unsound
Some of them became fowl and to the earth were not bound
Others learning how to growl buried themselves in the ground
Some even stayed in the ocean even a mammal named the whale
When they too could of been men very hard to lose such a big tale
Some even became insects then choosing a life that would be so frail
It's God's Glory that reflects as no one would choose to become kale
Why didn't all monkeys make the change and what were they before
Is a raccoon out of the range for an ape doesn't just walk in the door
This whole theory very strange, some still too dumb in biting that lure
No! All of this, only God could arrange and of that I'm completely sure!
Genesis 1:21
And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
The Second Law of thermodynamics/Entropy says as
much as proven by science over 150 years ago.
You can not accept this Law of Science\Entropy,
which is a fact, and then believe in the theory of
Evolution which states the exact opposite.
They are exact opposites.
Odds of Bing Bang just happing 10 to the 123rd power
Number of atoms in the Universe 10 to the 73rd power
Number proving impossibility 10 to the 50th power
Only a God the Creator could create as such.
Even saying you will be without excuse for not knowing His Work.
Fry up some peeled potatoes
Sliced length wide
Mixed 1/4 cup of
Chopped drained spinach
Mix with creamcheese
olive oil
Onion
Garlic
Nutmeg
3 tablespoons of feta
4 tablespoons of
Smoked swiss
3 tablespoons of
Chopped sundried
Tomatoes
4 Tablespoons of
roasted red peppers
Layer between potatoes
Stack three high
Mix
6 tablespoons of sourcream
1 tablespoons of dill
3 tablespoons of melted butter
1 dash of Tabasco
2 whisked eggyolks ( over steam)
Lemon juice
1 tablespoon of fishstock
12 poached eggs
36 cumcumber slices
24 large prawns( sauteed done)
20 slices of
Serrano ham
Arrange and serve with sourcream
Topping over the potatoes
It's funny
I don't care but God made me to care
So I guess you should say
Never - never should you say what you gonna do
as He will have you do the opposite
I should know that!
Darn it, Lord
Why do you always have the last word?
Don't matter
I care but I don't care
Does that make sense?
I am not going to care over something I have no control of
That is everything lol
Anyway hope that you learn a lesson from this
That God will always get what He wants
Well what else do You want, Lord?
Why don't you tell me?
So I can arrange that
To make sure that that is not what I want
To make things simple
So you can always have what you want
And we are done
Anyway anything goes
I don't have a favorite of anything
You make the choice, God
I don't
And I don't want to
Useless anyway
See? I learned!
Now what are You going to say?