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In Regards to the Birds and the Bees
In regards to the birds and the bees
depends who’s watching what he sees
and such knowledge he would bring
“birds fly – bees sting”.
Should he ask: “What should I do?”
Answer quickly, “Where’s the loo?”
for advice so quickly sought
demands an answer poorly thought
and friendship – such a dainty thing
cannot survive the sad bee’s sting
nor can it bear to see him cry
so like the bird – we wish to fly
Tis not because we do not care
but history’s taught us we must fear
the sight of “him” in wet-cheeked weep
a sight to haunt all future sleep
Alas, as cowards to the core,
we cannot say, “go back for more”
nor tell “him” that we understand
we couldn’t tell a lie so grand
our only thoughts on love undone
our true response “Run Forrest, Run!”
12/20/2017
submitted to – Men your advice to another man on females – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Brenda Chiri
"The sun is alone too but still shines"
- Author Unknown
When you saw me, as a child, being so alone,
And exploring, zealously, the butterfly zone;
You observed me observing the birds and the bees,
Did you know that I flew far from the farthest seas...?
You named me: 'nature lover', 'true child of nature,
Did you know, yet, I was my own legislature?
When adolescence, from my childhood, was leaving,
You found my physique and psyche slowly cleaving...!
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'Cast', you said, 'color'; and, thus, slowly isolated,
In the name of sect and creed, humans you hated;
When I took the name of the poor, you spat at me,
Don't you know to wash, myself, I have a vast sea...?
Political, cultural, vices preputial,
The paths I've traveled have been cruelly crucial;
Did I not stick to my ground, not seeking solace?
Wasn't your endmost accusation: 'he's lawless'...?
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Didn't Socrates drink the poison with passion?
Did you spare Jesus, the zenith of compassion?
I stood alone like the sage-like saints; I still will,
I am ready; Is it me that you chase to kill...???
14 April 2023
BECAUSE I LIVE Poetry Contest
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the first time the doctor said to me you're going to be a mom
the first time I felt my child stir in my womb
the first time I looked at her when they placed her on my stomach
the first time she smiled at me and I knew it was not gas
her first tooth, her first step
the first time she said "Mama"
her first sleep over and I called every hour to see if she wanted to come home
her first pajama party and she would not allow me in the room
her first crush, her first heartbreak and we talked about boys over ice cream
her first menstrual cycle and I gave her that talk about the birds and the bees
the time we went shopping for her first bra
and she chose the one with the little pink bow on the front just like I did
her first car date and I had more information on that boy than the FBI
her first prom and I took so many pictures
that my husband snatched the camera out of my hands
the first night she was gone away to college and I cried and worried all night
until she called me in the morning and told me how great everything was
the first time she told me she was seriously in love and asked for my sage advice
the first time I meet the young man, who I thought was taking away my baby
and found out he was perfect for her
the first time she told me she was getting married and she showed me the
engagement ring and we both jumped up and down with glee
the first time I saw her in her wedding gown
and I couldn't speak over the lump in my throat
the first time she told me she was pregnant
and she was so scared and excited at the same time
the first time she placed my granddaughter in my arms
she looked at me, kissed my cheek and said "Mommy I love you
and I pray that I will be as great a mom to my child as you were to me"
the first time I realized that this vibrant, intelligent young woman
is the essence of me, a legacy that will continue on in my grandchild
the first time I said, "Thank you God, we did good".
Edgar A Host
It was a lovely Sunday afternoon
All the Guests has just finished Tea
One in particular though
Why he was staring at me
I asked if all was to his satisfaction
He smiled, with delight,
Not at all being the silent type
He replied, why all is splendid as can be
He expanded by complimenting my flower garden
Very unique, colorful and so full of birds and the bees
He had promenaded with another dark fellow with a windy breeze
He kept is tongue as the other expounded on the fate of life's dream
I smiled all too well knowing the philosophers dance
As well as the irony that we had met by circumstance
We both gazed out upon, whilst the sun did glance
At the beauty of the rose and the fools who think chance
I was the Host
He was the Guest
Poe was the dark soul
Albert the scientist enjoying his role
We laughed in comradery and lighted cigars
Edgar & Edgar, sounds like a law firm ready to spar
Ah but I the host and he the humble guest
Had a cheerful laugh, whilst being Sunday God did rest
I know you don’t want to hear it
But one day you WILL
look up and think,
“Dammit Mom”
And then notice the rose-gold
Of a sunset
Just like I’m
Always taken by surprise
At how your eyes
Can change from green
to dusty gold then blue
Depending on the hue
Of your plain olive
or blue H & M T-shirt
I know you don’t want to hear it
But you will take that hike one day
With one or two or three
Progeny in tow and go
“Wow, inhale that smell”
Of wet outdoors and nature and life
Just like I inhale the boyness of you
Before you become a man
The spicy alcohol of cologne hiding
The musk of undone laundry maybe
The sweat, excretion of locker room,
Football, or track exertion
I know you don’t want to hear
About the birds and the bees,
Sticking your head out the truck window,
“Mom, please!”
But one day she’ll come for your heart
Just like you came for mine
that morning you were born
The Lord is never threatened by the devil's ability to deceive and destroy, nor is He in the lease overwhelmed by man's wayward decent and defiance.
The Lord Himself put the timelines in the layers of earth, rocks, and trees. These same lines have given reasons by many to disbelieve in the creation
story. It's not just the timelines, but the heavens also declare God's glory and the open sky His handiwork. The entire universe in His vast domain has
been set in motion to rise and fall by His decrees. It was the Lord who gave GPS to the birds and the bees and stop signs to the waves of the seas.
When He used His loving hands to form man from the dust, or when God
wrote the 10 Commandments with His own fiery hands, or when He inspired
Moses to record the 5 books of the Pentateuch, He was not attempting to prove to anyone that he existed or explain the age and meaning of the
universe. He was building relationships with the objects of His affection and was deeply hurt and saddened by man's mad rush to defection and defiance.
I tell you, God encourages the pursuit of man's rule of the earth and the exploration of this great universe. So, if we should choose to expand our
minds until our gnostic thirst is satisfied, or even until we replace our brains with millions of computers and A I devices, let none assume that their 'findings'
will detect a world devoid of God. God has always been. God always is. God will always be. God will continue pursuing and loving us until the bitter end.
Earthly satisfaction of the human thirst is limited to none. My prayer is that we agree with St. Augustine's conclusion of finding no rest except in God.
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Green Trees Don’t Make It
Everyday
I look out and see
The ugly green trees
Standing guard
in front of my house.
And I think to myself
Who owns the trees?
And what do they think of us?
Are we their friends?
Are we their enemies?
What do the trees think of us?
Do they silently watch us,
Spies to the celestial emperor?
I have pondered this question
Many a morning,
Who is the owner of these trees?
And why do they silently watch us?
I wonder if the trees don't hate us
And why they don't protest.
Every day as we drive back and forth
Emitting poison gases from our mechanical asses
Right into their unprotected faces.
And every night we eat our dinner
And then give the trees
Our polluted leftovers
And laugh as they silently die
From our acidic fallout
Constantly floating down on their skin.
Yes, I wonder about the trees
And the birds and the bees
And everyone else.
What are they thinking?
Are they plotting revenge?
Or are they merely there
Silently, watching, plotting,
Designing fiendish plots of revenge
Dreams of vast nuclear destruction.
Cosmic diseases wiping out everyone in the ass
Oh Yes, I wonder and dream and ponder
What is the meaning of those silent green trees?
Standing on the corner
Quietly condemning us
With their quiet tears, and falling leaves.
In the winter they stand
Naked and alone
Covered with ice-cold snow
As we drive by nice and warm.
And we don't care
As they stand out in the cold
Shivering, plotting
warm plans of cosmic revenge.
Is it too late for us
To become friends with the trees?
Or will the day come
When the trees will wake up
And gather together
All the other slaves of humanity.
I have a vision
One morning I will open the door
And see an army of wild things
Coming to arrest me
For crimes against nature.
And I will plead, I did not know
And they will laugh
and turn me all of my kind
Into silent tombs,
And we will stand out in the cold
Like the green trees
Plotting dreams of revenge
For ever and ever.
Until our day finally comes
And we can go out
and kill all the wild things
Perhaps we already have.
As the song goes, she sings because she's happy and because she's free.
I'm also happy and free, but I sure do wish that I could also sing.
Anyway, everything and everyone must be true to their purpose.
The birds and the bees have theirs, and I have mine. It's not singing.
And even if I could, it would be during the time I love best, but
that would not sit well with the rest of the family, because
my heart favors early mornings when they are still asleep.
Oh, if I could sing, I would join in with the Nightingale,
and the two of us would sing of Dawn's Glory. Happy
mornings would be soothing and all aglow, because
I would be singing second fiddle with The Nightingale.
Furthermore, we would also give ultimate Glory to God.
Some are fans of their night songs.
Others are impressed with their tunes of later mornings.
I prefer the Dawn sounds when the light begins to break the darkness.
It is 'a breaking' point that reminds me of God saying, "Let there be light".
That's when the dark nights cease their hold in order that the light might
grow at sunrising, signaling nightingale's time to sing the songs of the Dawn.
Oh, the gloriousness of Dawn; the bliss; the blessing.
Oh, the glory that is Dawn's is awakening;
It can be breath-taking.
It is resurrecting;
It is renewing;
It is eye-opening;
and it is restoring.
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There is such wonder to His Creation
You'd think He'd get a standing ovation
But not so in our wicked world today
People should be more careful of what they say
As we have never ceased to be amazed
Yet His Name is so rarely publicly praised
For I needn't barely even look around
Seeing such wonderment and glory so profound
Is it not a wonder that you are even here
No matter it be cloudy or a day so clear
It is all a complete wonder to me
I just wonder why this some people can't see
The stars, the clouds, the mountains and sea's
A ladybug or grasshopper, the birds and the bees
Each one is so unique and yet completely diverse
It's a wonder why man has become so perverse
But I have and will continue to always wonder
Having heard God's Glory in the crash of thunder
Yet to all of His Creations you seem to be blind
It's no wonder how satan takes over the mind
T alk to your children about life’s mystery
H elp them to understand
E xplain it in terms that they relate to; don’t make it confusing or bland
B iology shouldn’t be scary or embarrassing
I t’s simply a fact of life
R efusing to address it when our children are young
D evelops a lesson learned later with strife
S ex shouldn’t be a topic taken too light
A voiding the discussion only adds to the sense
N atural emotions and feelings are wrong
D on’t let your children learn it from others; be open, forthcoming and strong
T each them about the birds and the bees
H earing it from you will help build trust
E ventually they will feel comfortable talking and sharing about their own feelings to us
B abies being made is a beautiful thing
E veryone needs to learn – it’s a must
E ven if it’s a topic we need help discussing
S how your kids you are someone to trust