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OUR LOTS .... BACK TO THE LORD
In ignorance we came from the kingdom we knew not.
To the world of no choice where we live and sojourn with our choice not
We embraced our fate and stay true to our lots
We cried, laughed, wept, sweated before we acquire plots
Luck smiled on us we built structures of various sorts
We were happy to know times days and date and learnt never to be late
Mom taught us love and dad preached against hate
We had friends with age and we called them mates
We had our moments till we parted ways and embraced our fate
Time days and dates became cruel because they made us aged
We went a while with grey hair in confined space
We shiver at news of departure of mates and trembled at the site of spades
Death kept knocking ready to take us male and female
The dreaded visited and no way to plead
Our bones are weak and sick and no strength to flee
Silently but painfully we gave up the fight as we watch with bleed
Loved ones and enemies we left with news that wouldn't please
Taken back to a piece of our plot
Stopped feeding from the pots
Time to fall back to the early lots
Skin and bones left to rot
Caged and sealed with rods
This is the end of the race we run
Time to go back to our Lord.
Rest in peace till we meet at the other side of the bridge.
( FM CONCEPTUAL ???)
Imagine
a secluded American town
some where next to you.
Run by the republican far right.
Where
not only do all of its citizens walk around naked all day,
but also both have female and male sexual organs.
That work side by side across the isle inverted.
Terms like 'male' and 'female'
usually only are applied to trisexuals)
as explained in an expository segment near the beginning
says the sign before entering.
Who does Or does the body examinations?
The children as early as thirteen months
simply make up the manifest of all adult genders
that would have become dominant
no matter whom did what ever to whom?
Where no one is schizomorphic or somewhere between?
Democratic become intermorphs because they're both apparently feminine even
after adult differentiation, but schizomorphs in that they seem to fill
recognizably male and female social roles.
According to Rick Perry whom as president put no one to death.
Here it seems no one can leave by the rear.
For years the men have ruled the roost
so it’s high time ladies soccer got a boost
In July the winning team will lift the cup
it’ll be filled with bubbly for gals to sup!
Two teams will play in the final game
the winning side will see their name
as champions; this will open folks eyes
that soccer isn’t just a game for guys!
The players take part from many empires -
some teams are bad, but they are triers.
They represent their nation with such pride
in time we know the teams who've qualified
I watch the tv to see my favorite team
they score a goal, I whoop and scream
Players run like hares across the pitch
practiced set pieces go without a hitch
They score again, I leap from my chair
the other team say the goal wasn’t fair
The ref says play on, but they are fuming
tempers flare, payback’s all consuming
One player grabs hold of the other’s shirt
and pushes her over, she’s badly hurt
How could the ref miss that blatant foul
perhaps she should throw in the towel!
I jump up shouting at the female ref -
Is she blinking blind as well as deaf!!!
Perchance all referees should be male
they’d spot misdemeanors without fail!
It's fun watching the women's world cup
and interest in ladies soccer is on the up!
2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mark Toney
6/27/19
The bear did not like the little girl.
He did his utmost to scare her.
She'd draw a lovely picture of a cat,
Then on her picture that grouchy bear spat.
A few weeks later they met in the forest.
The girl told the bear of a medal she had won.
He smirked in a very nasty way.
"Not up to my standards,"he was so very proud to relay.
Telling her he was not interested in her wins in anyway.
Forlorn, she walked to her cottage, hardly glowing.
Not wanting her Mother to see the teardrops on her dress showing.
However, a first step in friendship she had learned.
It's perfectly fine to get burnt and spurned
If a friend cannot celebrate with you, just turn the page.
As Shakespeare said, the world is a stage.
There are millions of people on the planet.
Just remember, there are male and female macrophages lurking upon it.
Doing their best to destroy you on it.
Bit by bit, till you feel the size of a grape pit.
Then, there are the gracious ones, who are not above you,
But clearly know how to love themselves and to elevate you.
~~A Tribute to Supportive Poets~~
To all those who have elevated me at Poetry Soup!
Thanking you, with love!
May 13, 2020
8am PST
That damn weekly times (circa 1900),
Afternoonified with Gigglemugs
sending me off my chump
Editors Half-rats, Not up to dick,
the meater.
Genderfied, I am
A woman of incredible script,
stylograph committed,
deemed a whooperup,
yet her prose is
umble-cum-stumble.
The longing expressed
through the lovers eye
poked-up the meater,
who Batty fanged my dyke
with his footle
His "Enthuzimuzzy"
was unwarranted
and the mutton shunters were called
Collie shangles erupted
yet concede he did
overcome with blue devils
He purchased my script
published it last page
like a Skilamalink
I cared and did not
for published I was
weekly times circa 1900
I bested the ragger
Rough translation - deceived
that damn weekly times editors
all snobbery and fake smiles
sent me crazy
The editors drunk, and unwell
he's a coward
I am a woman
a writer, a poet
committed to my craft
deemed inferior
yet my writings are
thoroughly understood
The topic in question
a female lovers romance
embarrassed the coward
who thoroughly thrashed my lover
with his nonsense
Ohh the insulting "enthusiasm"
was not necessary
the police I did call
heated arguments won the battle
and he apologised - albeit begrudgingly
His saddened state,
as he was forced
to take my manuscript
and publish it in the back
like some dirty secret.
Last page was bothersome
yet published I was
in the weekly times no doubt,
as I defeated that trouble making editor
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BFF
Today she turns... 5? (I promised not to say)
TONI MARIE CUNNINGHAM
And much to many's dismay,
This little grown lady was here to stay.
YES!
Here to Challenge life, she wasn't here to play. God had a plan for her, and through some hardships, she slowly grinded out a way.
A true born leader, helping folks through it all.
She worked to establish her mark in life, never missing Gods call.
Sometimes perplexed, at the female sex, she chose to open her eyes and see.
She went out and sought, just how men thought. And by fate happened upon me.
Since that day, I have been grateful,
for if it wasn't for her, my life wouldn't be stable.
To call her a friend, Id say would be a diss to her,
Cause she's more than a Homie, she's an amazing woman, my sister.
My love for her is different in ways I Could NEVER EXPLAIN!!
She has taught me how to see life from above and thus ease the strain.
So today, I just want to say.......Happy Birthday " T.C. "
Thank you for at times of Strife? Being the the
BEST BFF Any man could have IN HIS LIFE!!
PS(I hate to say this cuz I know you already know, you cause the best of me to continue to grow!)
PSS (WHEN THIS CORONA Pandemic IS FINALLY OVER?
WE WE'LL CELEBRATE like we just learned the Crossover!!!
(lol) Happy Birthday!
From yes...Me!
they supped on Bjurholm
drank Kumis
dined on haggis
and rubbed down
with sassafras oil
some made dessert from ackee fruit
and had puffer fish and shark fin soup
what word of satan they spoke
that they are evil and vain
there vanities covered by
thongs of
Xinjiang
and cursed all that forbade there way
of loving
they made fun of the foolish
and cursed the wisdom of
yesteryear
they summoned evil spirts
and did forbidden dances
to music which
praised the acts of whores
and whoremongers
they triffled the need of
husband and wife
and cursed those who wished
them to save and be healthy
they were evil before one another
and evil with one another
they made images to those
who would be appulled
and were fools for doing so
as a cloud from there our bodys
made them gag and repent
they sopke dogs as mens mothers
and there acts of procreation
and of what was
the female dogs meant to them
Lay down noiselessly,
as long as you stay still
and breathe lightly, then they will ignore you.
You can smile under your eyelids,
you can pretend that they have legs
and wear business suits.
You can imagine milking the poison
out of their hollow fangs;
like sperm it will ease your mind.
In the viper pit
let the forked tongue's sense your resignation,
let the forked tongue's lick your meekness.
Let the forked tongue's wrap you up
in their sinuous dreams.
On Monday morning they will be waiting
to interrogate your presence,
Their tight shiny pants dick slick
and cocksure. Their pointing shoulder pads
puffed up like rock adders,
high hips sharp and akimbo
pencil-sharp eyes probing,
testing your capacity to still undulate.
If you are male, screw red thorns upon
your rodent parts.
The mice around your spine
are freezing,
wrap them in fox skins
you haggled for at the meat-market.
Grin with your back teeth.
If you are female,
If you have hands,
then hold them up, reveal your armpits,
cream your pheromone-laced musk
into their morning coffee.
Loll with the water-cooler moccasins,
laugh at their venomous jokes.
Feed them scraps of velvety rabbit skin
you have shaved off your inner thighs.
Wear your skirt just a little bit higher.
At the end of the work day,
if your eyes are filled with dried-up slime
remove the crud with a cattle-prod
then slither into a deep sleep.
Dream of eating the juicy white meat
of roasted pythons,
or disemboweling a writhing nest
of Anacondas
with a razor-sharp, steely forked tongue.
.
So what exactly was it that sparked my attention?
It’s hard to succinctly define;
Certainly she is a beautiful lady,
And she has a very sharp mind.
But, I have witnessed beauty in the female form before;
And I have been impressed with many an intelligent girl;
There was just something different about her;
Something that made her stand out above the rest;
Something that mesmerized me;
Inspired me;
Poured desire inside of me.
This should come as no surprise – it was the magic in her eyes!
A glitter of excitement with a glimmering of hope;
Pulling me closer to her like I was lassoed by a rope.
That is, indeed, what set her apart;
That is, indeed, what ignited the spark.
The glitter in her eyes.
by Joe Flach. Written and posted on 11/4/11 for the "Glow of Glitter" contest.
We settled into Baltimore after rejecting several locations after the dreaded shoot out thus move seemed right although two Suburban trucks tailed us from the airport the driver was excellent at distracting our surroundings I wasn't afraid this time I was more drained the children were pent up fidgeting everyone needed to pee I notice a small diner ahead with a broken ice cream cone as a sign the children screamed oh please please the driver nodded no way I will never forget the disappointment on their faces we have to keep moving I closed my eyes for just a second when the tire blew the driver yelled damn we are so close his phone rang instructing him to keep driving he did exactly that drove on the hubcap all the way to this undisclosed location finally we all piled out of the vehicle and poured into our new safe house secluded dreadful wood sound proof no flowers no bird feeders I felt bland sterile knowing this is our new norm until the hitmen locates us again until the assassin's are released reloading assault rifles no curtains only metal blinds all around this place a quiet quaint bomb shelter with six bunk beds an indoor play ground toys puzzles pot holder kits to past my time food diapers delivered every Monday the instructor announced if you need extra female things leave the box out we'll get them do not write notes of any kind not even drawings no coloring books or crayons log cabin blocks were stacked no out let's no electronics books were selected randomly new ones will be brought in every Thursday so if it's something special you need we'll work through it remember dear your killers are still out there they are very violent very corrupt nothing and no one can be trusted at this point you are now a government spy a data breach severe identity fraud against you so valid very dangerous keeping you safe is top
priority my prayers are certainly with you and we are doing
everything in our power to protect you make yourself at
home here God bless you I responded with God bless you
also and God bless the United States of America