Long Boys will be boys Poems

What are some differences
between post-millennial Trumpism
and pre-millennial Republicanism?

I know...I know!
Republicans used to be fiscal conservatives
but now support a one trillion dollar deficit
per unaffordable health and safety care year,

Expanded deficit spending 
despite taking more from not...

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Young James Pruitt was an ordinary boy;
he grew up in an ordinary town.
But set a spell, and I’ll tell a tale
of how some not-so-ordinary things went down.

See, James was a good boy; he did his...

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Don’t wear shorts — they’ll say you asked for it.
But also don’t wear jeans — you’re being too Western.
Saree? Salwar? Dupatta? — Oh please, that blouse was too tight.
Basically, just wear shame. That’s safest, right?
Don’t...

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We were all born the same at different times,
‘Naked’ and closed eyes to the crime.
So why is she tugging down at her skirt,
In fear that we perceive her clothes as ‘too short’?
Yet wear non-fitted long...

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Visualize my children and you shall look
Upon the voyage of Captain James R. Cook;
It was the eighteenth of January in Seventeen Seventy-Eight;
Hardly a Hawaiian can forget the Date;
What befell upon the Islands was a terrible...

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Soccer was the thing for all young men to play.
And my little love wanted to join desperately in the game.
So he got to be the goalie… to wear that special crown.
He was so excited as...

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The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed  lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure  in slow motion seen.

Life cannot...

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The stars reached back
Each night
When I prayed that I would wake up and the pain would be over
And that everything everyone had ever said to me
And every name they had ever called me
Was all a...

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From the age of 10, we were 
If boys pulled out hair or poked us with pencils
They liked us.
But we didn't like it very much.
We were 13 years old when we would walk down the...

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Boys boys boys boys

She has red hair
She was blonde last month
She maybe another next month, next week, or tomorrow 
She loves them boys
She always goes for the married ones, mostly
She likes them small, short
Well maybe...

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some ladies are annoyed 
because boys will be boys 
they call it toxic masculinity 
based on logic they think they see 
feeling there is a need 
to teach us boys 
how we should be 
and...

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An affair is like the jolt received when you touch an electric wire.

It slams you with its energy, and makes of you a liar.

It fills your mind with hopes, and dreams, and makes you think...

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They tell me that I must avoid feminism.
They tell me that feminism makes me hate men.
They tell me as a feminist no man will like.
They tell me all about misandry and not about
misogyny and after...

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Boys do boys BREAKS toys.  Knick knack paddy wack. Give. A dog. A bone.
Some say the things that boys do are wrong and even more wrong still.
Pushing a go cart up a steep steep...

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Heartbreak and spice, 
everything nice,
Jet pepper and cracked 
cinnamon.
Variety and life, diamonds and 
curls,
Feminine mystique such a sin.
Sorrow and snails, mysterious 
things,
We all know boys will be boys.
With leather and musk, a little 
bit rough,
Trashing...

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The first lesson learned from a Chihuahua
was that I must please God at all cost.
I had no idea there would be a second lesson.
This time the Chihuahua was not talking by
barking. 

The master has two...

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Why are ‘She’s’ the way they have been,
Not only now…but way back when?
To know what she is…and why she’s that way,
We must know from the start on the very first day.

Before the day of her...

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When you liked a boy 
he showed he liked you too 
When he pulled your hair 
and stuck it all in glue.

At least, that's what mother said, 
"Boys will be boys," she'd say. 
He's definitely...

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Let there be a new song of oneness
Not from the old ruggered gun of lies
That perches on the ego of pride, and
Let butterflies grow in the shoulder of
Hatred that governs this breakable world.
We can be...

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He’d have to take his new jeans off to swim
Or mom is sure to paddle his tail.
So, his skinned them off, climbed atop the railroad bridge,
 folding them with the greatest care, laid them on...

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In a moment there was time a child could grasp corporeal and gracious
It stopped and I carefully gave non notice to educasees
that paused me to bleed blend assinine inaccurate aforementioneds
to preprocure a mule measured primrose...

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When I was a kid, I know, long ago,
We scrumped apples from neighbours orchards,
Climbed trees, scared bees, skinned our knees,
And once, quite daft, built a raft on the river exe,
Which upended before I knew about...

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A church clock struck midnight, from far far away,
    Overhead, the pale moon was veiled, by dark clouds of grey.
    Two young boys were watching, from their own makeshift...

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But, my friend said, if Goldilocks was alive today her story would be different:
we’re just so used to the fairy tale message, the simplified right and wrong of it.

Women today are too afraid to walk...

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If I Were A Stone

If I were a stone…without a doubt I would be a lovely marbled granite…
the center of attention in a newly updated kitchen.

All eyes would be upon me…the first choice of decorators...

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