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LoVe iS nOT hAvInG tO sAy YOu’Re sORrY?
love is a valentine
no it’s not
love is Cupid’s sting
oh no, not that
love is a bare chest and two feet
o brother…
love is cohabitation with another
not necessarily
love is wedding bells
really?
love is a battle
perhaps
love is walking on the same footpath
? for how long…
love is gray whiskers and tummy-handles
could be
love is seeing her smile in all the wrinkles
oh, how cute
love is looking back
at all that
love is looking ahead
love is romantic
sometimes
love is frantic
oh, yes
love is put to the test
and must
have a foundation
to last
arm in arm
love is…
1/11/2019
YOUR INTERPRETATION OF WHAT LOVE IS
Sponsor: Bobby May
*Title Love Story and LoVe iS nOT hAvInG tO sAy YOu’Re sORrY? from a movie and it’s saying.
(Inspired by Marvin Goldfarb's great contest in which I won a trophy cup and wonderful poems by other English poets as noted below, 'LESSON IN LIFE' by BrittBrattTechy, 'Every child deserves better' by Poetryintheblood, and..'TODAY'S SOCIETY' By Gary. W. Hill.)
My poem below then read the poems I copy pasted in my author notes.
Instead of ' in and out the dusty bluebells ' my title is:
In and out the lusty no weddin bells'
If you are ruthlessly one of those
who changes lovers like you do your clothes
and if you do beget each time
think of the hapless kids you leave behind
rather than the silly selfish fun you have each time
for you deprive them of either yourself
or your ex-other half.
Gosh, it took two to make a child
so it takes two to make it glow and grow
For nurturing them, both of you as couple need show
A single mother is modernity's most pitiable unfortunate sight
Modernisation to be blamed for this miserable plight.
How many times will you jilt and ditch partners
just for moments of nihilistic pleasure and excitement?
But why let your innocent tiny tots suffer
as if children were mere byproducts!
And byproducts of what?
I say, of flitting, fleeting lusts and desirous passions,
when senses can't think of consequence or contraceptions,
for damn it you can't know where and when you will be carried away...
Then the resulting lil angels
to be cast aside as some leftovers
from past whirlwind romances.!
All that merry-go-round of flirtation
Marriage replaced by cohabitation
Falling in and out of the cycle-like-love
again and again for a newfound turtledove!
No probability of any stability
esp with the scenario of promiscuity
while kids suffer from disability.
Didn't the Creator expect all couples
to stay together till 'death do 'em' apart
So how dare any of His creations
stick together merely till 'they get tired and bored? ? ? ?
As if the heart were an everchanging love mart!
(pls do read the copy pasted poems by others below to get a gist of what im reiterating above)
S tars perfectly align [cohabitation]
e ndless-spaces posing, [a-vast] cosmic, ecliptic, dance of
[c ast], at it's (station parting as chaotic entropy).
P ulling g a laxies together, a [tapestry] in intrinsic entrance of (separate positions adorning culled existence).
A fter eons of celeStial [tide], weaving fate's intricate [thread of] abode to abide (stretching partition arearing capacities extension).
C osmic wonders emerge, in this theater that the universe has advanced as (spreading propellant aortic celled expanse) .
E nergy transfered, transposedly, written and read as (s-ystem p-artition a-spiring c-onnection e-xistensibly.)
I confess my thoughts you possess
To be nice my heart you entice
It's more then a thrill it's really really real
Can't help but fall for you
Everything about you I adore
Everything of you I want more
Mother Nature made you right
Love at first sight
Can't help but fall for you
So
To cure this fixation
Without hesitation
I fallen into temptation
It's not infatuation
The only explanation
My brain's on vacation
My heart's exclamation
Your touch my sensation
Your heart my destination
Our love's celebration
I've come to realization
For a public proclamation
Of our pending cohabitation
For love's salvation
Informing the nation
Of my appreciation...
Of beautiful, Of wonderful...
Can't help but fall for you
It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed
Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier
The smell of seduction and no fake news
Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love
Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss
Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation
It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply
With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy
Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief
I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated
Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum
Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest
Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression
A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows
Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets
The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren
Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies
Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees
Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption
Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection
Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh
Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence
That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core
Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward
Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause
Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation
Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur
Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise
Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife
And so we choke on what should have been celestial food
Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger
We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter
Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain
25th January 2020
So many marriages now end in divorce
Innocent children are hurting of course
Gone are the happier days in their life
Now their parents aren’t husband and wife
One weekend a month the kids spend with their dad
Fighting between their parents often makes them so sad
There are now more couples who do not get wed
Happy to live together, so they stay single instead
Entering into cohabitation nowadays is widespread
Times are changing; commitment is a thing of the past
I see many love affairs; sadly I know they will not last
Many rush into relationships, why do they take it so fast
Easy to walk away when the rush of love has passed
‘Sanctity of marriage’, its meaning has been trashed
Sign of the times contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
4/27/18
Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom
Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon
She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor
And applied magic spittle to fix butterfly wings and a rotor
Filled the hydraulic suspension with liquefied fairy dust
Serviced the turbocharged engine to ensure its robust
To weather belligerent storms and spells of bad nature
She made sure that bristles complied with Wiccan legislature
The Aberystwyth Magician’s Convention had been updated
To secure that tail twigs and seat were unicorn plated
Also that camshaft and pistons were organically manufactured
So when Celtic crosses adorned the chassis it became enraptured
Her lover soul-wizard had called for nocturnal cohabitation
High up in the sky so there was no room for any cunctation
She was the proud owner of a caravan feather duster model
With floor heating and magic carpets for passionate cuddle
They had to be careful though as not to inflate the air cushions
With too speedy pushing and pulling there might be repercussions
Not entirely slowly either because romping in a lay by in standstill
Would get them a parking ticket and the vehicle to go downhill
For that very purpose they had enlisted a strong busy bee elf
So when the chronometer ticked forward and rested on twelve
They came together with the help of sandalwood aphrodisiac potion
Holly jelly completed the feast when they changed tempo and position
The morale of the midnight star spanked romp is easily told
Take care of your vehicle and follow precautions when bold
Life is too short to have interrupted coital climax and pleasure
And thus you must adhere to abracadabra if you treasure your leisure
13th October 2019
Mischief
M My soulmate is a miracle woman
I In Conception and in contraception
S She’s born three children one on the coil
C Condom leakage on another and
H Her first born on the oral pill
I In terms of luck that takes some beating
E Entirely normal just hormones on overdrive
F Failure at first then a blessing in disguise
F For my own natural fatherhood after
E Endless trying my ex got injections
I In reward my eldest daughter
H Her next ‘litter’ triplets from the womb
C Careless maybe another son despite the
S Sheer odds to conceive without help
I In science we may trust one way or other
M My explanation though comes through
The UNIVERSE
as HIGHER POWERS
H Heaven at Christmas though plenty of gift wrap P
I Images of congestion when all need the loo O
G Girls have more problems but we manage somehow W
H Harvest of children and kid’s crop divine E
E Enter the mischief they can all produce ever after R
R Roguish cohabitation frolicsome happiness S
02nd October 2018
Actually ‘written’ between 1992 and 2004 as this is a true story
This is my adaptation of the acrostic poetry form.
Four Stanzas:
traditional acrostic
reverse acrostic
intermezzo (subtitle)
front and end acrostic
the acrostic stanzas with double letter emphasis
There was a girl at the height of her youth
Big bosomed and slim and yet quite uncouth
Then a virus took hold
She had been quite controlled
And then developed a rather sweet tooth
Will be good for your breast milk so God will
This catholic nation forbids the pill
No coil and no rubber
But he would not snub her
Took them to bed and demanded his fill
Her pastor advised a chastity belt
Helps protection in times of great svelte
And dries up his quill
Seed cannot instill
So your grand midsection cannot be swelled
But her pangs would not stop food ingestion
She did not even get indigestion
So tight at the waist
No good to be chaste
To do it or not was thus the question
Before I pop we must look for the key
But no cohabitation you will agree
No sex my sweetheart
Till death do us part
But the right pick remained an absentee
Then she burst like an inflated balloon
And they consumed passion at a full moon
Twins round and perfect
Whats cause and effect
Philosophy can be rather opportune
Was the girdle the faulty solution
Human nature or too much volution
Adipose tissue
Some other issue
That triggered seminal ‘pollution’
Moment of madness due to pandemic
Birth rites or something more academic
Epicure’s garden
Or simply a hard one
Time revealed it was rather systemic
So what’s the climax of this fine account
Could the fertile villain truly be found
The friend here at task
Knocked with a face mask
It was the kind milkman during his round
30th April 2020
Have you ever noticed how
raunchy our children can smell?
Like the stench that arises
from, say, a rotting seashell.
It's true; cohabitation
can impose a certain stink.
But family ignores it,
despite what others might think.
Sometimes a polite request
is personal and discreet.
And other times, dad might yell,
for God's sake, go wash your feet.
Baths are most often paid for
when odors can't be ignored.
Perhaps you'll offer a toy
or some treat as a reward.
When they sit on an incline,
foul gasses tend to leak out.
And with a rubicund blush,
they'll blame the dog, no doubt.
We have learned to tolerate
most odors floating around.
But those silent, deadly farts
are the grossest smell, hands down.
(Quatrain)
3/5/2015