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In New York, someone gets stabbed every 52 seconds
Poor bastard... must have bled quite a lot
Guess what animal can jump higher than a house
All animals, houses can't jump, you forgot?
How Long is a Chinese name, yes it is, bet you're giggling
You see... oh never mind, on to the next wan
Always speak well of your enemies, after all, you made em
Now isn't that the truth, makes you wanna yawn
What happens when you throw a green rock in the red sea
Seriously, you don't know... duh, it gets wet
Thou shalt not commit adultery unless in the mood
Or you'll be as despondent as you can get
“Laughing stock”... translated, cattle with a sense of humour
Before eating that yummy steak, check out the grin
The sex was so good, even the neighbours had a cigarette
Bloody good sex, must've made their heads spin
Aren't you aware, you're depriving a village of it's idiot
Now that was quite selfish, apologize right now
What does an old woman have between her breasts
That a young woman doesn't... a navel! WOW!
How to make your girlfriend scream while having sex
Call her and tell her, works every time
You obviously can tell when you're really getting old
Wet farts and dry dreams, all's in rhyme
Adam said to Eve... stand back for safety reasons
No telling how big this thing's gonna get
Two fat guys in a pub, one says to t'other "Your round!"
T'other says "You're certainly keeping step”
How can you tell if a woman is wearing pantyhose?
When she farts, her ankles swell up big
Man proudly says to a friend, “My wife's an angel”
Friend says, “Mine's still alive... frig!”
I just made it in time for Mary's funeral, it had been raining
heavily all day but the sun came out through the clouds.
And as I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground,
I was filled with emotions pouring out of my soul.
I recall that typical day four years ago that my co-worker
and friend told me she had discovered a lump in her breast.
No pain, she said, probably nothing at all but we all told her
to go have it checked.
The pathology report came quickly, Stage IV, invasive
massive cancer tumors; in lymph nodes, in her breast,
metastasized. I recall thinking how is this possible? Mary
was hopeful, saying, I will beat this. She joined groups,
did walks with others with breast cancer. And she wore
pink. At work we all wore pink ribbons.
Both breasts were removed within weeks and the nodes,
and maybe more; then she started chemotherapy treatment,
and radiation and hormone therapy. I think sometimes, why
did she go through all that when the end was obvious to all.
Cancer victims must have exceptional inner courage.
Mary called me to say she was losing her hair, next she
lost her eyebrows and eyelashes, her finger nails and her
toenails were frail and discolored. We painted them pink.
She lost so much weight, oh she was so thin. When I visited
I had to hold back tears, only after leaving did I cry.
When I saw her, Mary wore a pink turban or hat and put
on makeup and big earrings. Actually she looked quite
beautiful to me. But she showed me her horrible scars and
would weep. She talked about breast cancer awareness
and the need for research. So much inner strength.
There was a hospital bed in her living room. Husband slept
on the couch, cat in her bed. How she loved that cat, they
had put a pink ribbon around its neck. Family and friends
came, in hushed tones they kissed her goodbye. She just
smiled and one evening alone with her husband and her
cat, she died. He said it was peaceful.
Please support cancer research and awareness always and,
remember, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month,
so wear PINK!
______________________
September 8, 2015
Narrative
For the contest, Pinktober #2, sponsor, Poet Destroyer
10th Place
She was asleep
but her gaze dragged above,
and a shadow was drawn with them
she let him make night
swathing her in darkness
planting nebula in sockets,
he watched galaxies grow
as a yawning black hole
revealed destiny
he made moons of breasts
the big bang started low
in on her belly,
the Louvre hung a milky way
under the pyramid of glass
she became another universe
rolled out as Tibetan prayer mat,
worshipped from the beginning
a religion of the ancients,
and demon in dark ages
comets shot to fizz
and suns burned
till Eve’s eternal blaze ended
~~~~
shimmering in black velvet
licking rice from suns,
I stoke the fires,
of the inferno
blowing the everlasting breath
smoothing meteors,
in the nuclear fusion of solar wind
but I am cold
shooting comets erupted
and dead stars were born
over and over
I craft a tide in astronomy
forever swathed in the blackness,
and around the pillars of creation,
as shadows ripple
along hem of Nyx,
my shoulders rest on hands Divine
A blind light crashes
through bar windows.
Since they began to talk
her breasts had moved
to a small apartment in his head.
The smoke from her cigarette
shaped words
into sensuous motes.
He imagines her lungs.
They are green-leaf not black.
Inside the bronchi and alveolar
sylph's teasingly beckon
out of a spongy foliage.
Votive clouds lather red lips.
Words flare dark clefts of desire.
Throats assume vapory feelers
inside a filtering breath.
He needs her addictively,
a blood craving
that seeks her as an inhalation.
There’s a strung-out intimacy
between them.
Eye’s smother, and blur
as they absorb each other.
Soon they will meet
upon an in-between world
where each visual breath
forms fumy erotic dreams.
Meanwhile, a midday daze
permeates their smolder
as they sightlessly
light another.
SONG TO MOON
Moon ! Light of Shadows
Luminosity of strengthening black bows
tears of trite nights
and blundering blights
tears of a trillion thorny flights !
Moon ! Mother of Souls
of wayward wonderings, Rise !
release us from festering fears,
ancient grids
of obsession, greed, forgetfulness
Moon of my navel, my breasts
my convoluted gut
embellish our bodies to offer our Selves
Moon of phobias, of parodies, of paradises !
Dissolve our self created shackles
our cemented barricades, steely borders
Receive Earth’s germinal gems
germinating geraniums
garland grains as you shine on gateways
Let us flow freely frankly
Flow and fly where wild freesias prevail
let us ride on dazzling rafts airborne
dripping dripping gurgling giggling
Let us dwell inside you, above you
in God’s warming womb
to fall in a splintering of shadows on
wet grass embracing !
Moon ! Moon Grandmother, Moon Mother
Moon Sister, Moon Nurturer, Moon Wisdomkeeper
Absorb us into your magnificence
You are Here in my Song !
So hold us dear in our slumbering
Sojourns…
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2006
And there she was in all her glory,
Her tail still swishing and glinting,
From her swim. Her fiery red hair
Tossed down her back, staring at me,
She wanted the world to her see.
A piece of seaweed surrounded her tail,
Her authenticity, she wanted to prevail,
She was of no culture she told the press,
She was a gypsy, who traveled free,
Far and wide, to find unpolluted sea.
She was flippant and oh so bold,
She spoke every and any language
Her teeth glistening as she laughed,
Her brilliant green eyes, a heavenly treat
Please, rewind replay and repeat!
Her apparel obviously not apparent,
She brought her hair modestly
Forward to cover her magnificent
Pale full breasts, like flowers in bloom,
Her lips moist, was she expecting a groom?
Cameras were clicking all around
What a treasure we had found,
Then as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone,
A vision appearing to prove she was no fraud,
And who with her charm had us enthralled.
She flipped and dipped her colors surreal
Never tell me a mermaid is is a fable or myth,
She waved from afar, had shown us the truth,
I wondered how did she never get cold,
Sure her merman was waiting for her to enfold!
(Written around age 30...that young poet has been gone forover 40 years. )
I will share, share fully
in man's common oblivion
and seek peace in my heart
o'er peace on earth.
I will carefully and very
deliberately taste
all the food I eat,
bathe often, and
whistle off-key as I please.
I will value every moment
of friendship like sparkling
diamonds on a necklace,
and I'll let my friend's pain
beat on me like my own.
I will try to love women
better, much better--
feel their pain more
but fear them less
as their thighs and breasts
and bottoms run wildly
through my mind like
unruly children in
an orphanage of desire.
And I will breathe better,
filling my lungs to near burst
with the spirit of life... and
finally, I will try learn to have
more patience with
incorrigible death.
that unseen god
whose kiss touches all.
Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
There are a few gentlemen I admire
Whose lovely poems set my heart afire
Though we live far apart
They all captured my heart
Their romantic verses make me perspire.
I dare not expose each poet by name
Cuz I'm afraid that would make them fair game
To the women of soup
Who would make a swift swoop
To put flirty moves on each manly flame.
I'd best keep their IDs close to my vest
And imagine their heads upon my breast
While I pretend their lines
Are for me... valentines
And my breasts only used as a headrest.
Jenna
I dreamt I was lying on her soft breast
As cushions go they were simply the best
Then there was a loud beep
And I woke from my sleep
But I'll never forget her treasure chest...
Tom C.
One's lucky to pass the gravity test
With breasts able to use as a headrest
When they start to swing low
Reaching to your elbow
Those fantasy men will not be impressed.
Belle B.
Some soup poetesses leave me cold
Others make me feel lusty and bold
Then one I met
But to my regret
She just craved my bulging--billfold!
Robert Gorelick
I thought we made a promise to each-other when we made it official.
My idea of a real relationship was completely off.
I assumed that you would always be faithful.
Neither one of us seemed to be happy.
I just thought that the kids would keep us together.
One day, things were going to get better.
You gave up before that day could come.
I didn't even know who you were.
You didn't even take the chance to get to know me.
I felt entitled as a man.
You felt entitled as a woman.
I thought I was worth more to you.
You told me that I didn't get it.
You were right, but you never explained to me what it was.
You knew I was willing to compromise.
You never even loved me.
You played me.
I thought we were friends.
You hate me now.
You've always hated me.
I de-activated my Facebook account one year before you bailed.
It didn't take long after for you to change your relationship status.
I found out that you were seeking attention through social media.
You lost touch with reality.
All of your lies became real to you.
The people you lied to, only added more believability of yourself.
I am just an inanimate object to you.
My well being isn’t a concern at all.
You found out I had a new girlfriend.
You sent me a picture of your breasts.
I was so excited.
I still loved you.
I broke her heart.
Then you told me you weren't ready and that you were just jealous.
This happened twice now.
It's sad but true.
I know now that you will never love me.
I asked you for the truth.
You refuse to give it to me.
It was worse than I could have ever imagined; your lies...; the cheating.
There is only one way I will ever forgive you
Now.
I'm not holding my breath any longer.
You blocked me on Facebook.
What is it with you and your connection with this Facebook?
To me, you will forever be a...
Facebook User…
-Ironic Zinc 2015