Long Gayly Poems
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Does life seem to you,
as love does to we,
that virtuous circles
engage healing intent
While viscious squares
of bad-tempered stomping
marches much less gayly
toward escalating drama
with harmful trauma
and persistent
discontent
Positive engagement
does not engage negative performers
as if some lives
are divinely entitled
to redemptively matter more,
and thereby attract glowing floodlights
Upstaging those worshipping lesser
unstraight
unmale
unwhite gods
and goddesses of trust
and compassion
without boundaries
Backstage,
opening opaque
and closing vulnerable curtains
breathes diverse gender icons,
sexualized idols
Muses
recomposing noted feelings
from inside out,
hard erect warriors
embracing soft receptive catchers,
absorbent empathizers
Integrity's copassionate healers,
pulling and pushing together
1 way
with 0 means.
Really?
discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse
It sounds exhausting!
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Spontaneity is an evil thing,
days should be orderly with no surprises.
Don't knock on my door at noon
then roll your eyes I'm still in pajamas.
Whimsy
Zany
Wacky
Gayly
There are no zany words of whimsy in my vocabulary;
Let no wacky words gayly drip from your mouth, please, it's quite unsanitary!
Shut the door and close the blinds,
fresh air belongs out not in.
Go away and please don't bother me~
unless, of course, you bring some wine!
Lumping the bad ones, and ouch, some of these are pretty bad.
My Thought on Endicott
My name is Chevy Endicott
I am Chevy, you are not.
Endicott Peabody is my backward brother,
and there is no other.
We make these statements, tongue in cheek,
just because we are unique,
and that's all I have to say
about Endicott today.
Quantum Brain
She suffered depression, postpartum.
Her kids, she didn't even want 'em,
The doc looked into her head,
and cleared things up when he said
her brain was entangled and quantum.
Ovoid, Pedagogic Creature
An ovoid creature, intoned, pedagogic,
a speech which left the students catatonic.
In reasoning that eluded me
he abruptly concluded, "See -
that's logic!"
Coming Out
The Grimms were academic sages,
locking souls in yellowed pages,
till two of them came out
as Wolf to Red would gayly shout,
"I haven't seen you in ages".
Netanyahu
Netanyahu,
I question you
and your use of might,
and I'm not an antisemite.
Grumpy
Grumpy,
he was, and why? Disney's dwarf was stumpy.
At birth, he was dwarfened,
only to be orphaned.
Mammy
Mammy, mammy don't you know me?
No, I don't believe we've met.
Perhaps, there's something you can show me.
to prove you're not all wet.
Could it be that she'd forgot?
Let's listen in, let's hear
the would be mother, the sniveling snot,
to see if he's one she held dear.
Mammy, mammy, I've walked many a mile
just so I could see your smile.
Just keep talkin', talkin's free,
while I place a call to security.
Probability of Blow Up
Mercury that rises
bumps the odds,
and tweaks the ire of the gods,
that I may blow up and dies-es,
but when the weather's cool or fair,
there is no reason to despair.
The probability then decreases,
that I will be in pieces.
A Vegetarian Heard
A vegetarian heard the rant
coming from a plant.
Don't you understand, it is no good,
I wasn't born to be your food.
Kentucky
I know I've got to try
before my soul and spirit fly
to make it to Kentucky before I die
where the music of eternity
is the best and it is free.
Price of Oil
For what ideals shall we strive -
for what must we work and toil?
Is the reason that we shall live
to be the price of oil?
JAN HAS A FAN
Jan Has no Tan
I once saw a gal called Jan
So sexy she made me ran
Straight to the vicar
Said marry us quicker
Whilst she drank her tea on the can
She is as White as pure Sand
I once met a gal in white dress
I fell straight in love I must confess
She was drinking her tea
While I stared at her knee
Surely my intentions she guessed
She Sips Her Tea Daily
I once met a gal drinking Tea
My heart was pumping in glee
From her nose to her toes
When she smiled I froze
So charming I become a devotee
While I Admire Her so Gayly
When I saw the lady in the white dress
My thoughts she I did undress
As she gazed out the window
She caught peeking Jimbo
Who was in quite the state of distress
I am a fan of the great poet Jan
There once was a gal who could fart
She refined it into an art
Her white dress in a breeze
Would lift till you sneeze
But she’ll always be my sweetheart
Notes: I just realized the title, as far as Jan is concerned , well could have a double meaning!
The laundry on the line is dancing in time
to a wind whipped tune in early June
it tosses and turns, it whooshes and whirls
around and around in a yard before noon.
As clothes gayly flow, with pink socks in tow
the magic of the cool breeze surrounds
while bold colored shirts flirt with frilly skirts
the gossip from lace nighties abounds.
Sweet dresses sway and swiftly sashay
‘round blue jeans and tee shirts alike
they flip and they flap, they jitter and snap
as the wind crescendos and spikes.
Sheets fill up and fluff in billowing puffs
‘til the breeze takes a break and rests
“hands” then appear to put an end to the cheer
and the clothes slump and know they must rest.
In all of my days, of this simple display
I had never imagined or thought
that a view from afar, a clothes line in a yard
could bring pleasure that cannot be bought.
5/5/2022
The old goose is getting plump
Must be some special occasion in the offing
Oh I remember, that jolly old man
Will soon be riding into town on his sleigh
Pulled by eight happy boisterous reindeer
He'll be ringing his bell and singing
Those happy Christmas songs we all know so well
That have been with us for a lifetime
“Frosty The Snowman” and
“Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!”
Ahhh... those joyous memories of when we were kids
Waking up early on Christmas morn
But having to wait until Mom and Dad
Gave us the okay to tear downstairs
Our hearts overflowing with excitement
As we first set sight on the gayly wrapped presents
Piled high under and around the tree
What joy, what excitement
Breakfast??? Who could eat breakfast?
We were allowed to open one present each
But then we had to sit at the table for a good hearty meal
How cruel was that, a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast
We gulped it down and waited for the signal
That we could leave the table
And take our seats as our dear old Dad
Read the tags on each present out loud
When he called out our name, our hearts raced
We quickly ripped of the colourful paper
That Santa's workers had so carefully placed
And screamed out with delight, “I GOT IT!”
It was just what we had asked for
Santa must have had secret agents snooping around
What a time it was and what a time it is remembering!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Let Us Paint Stars in the Heavens
But first, you must come and carry me in your arms.
For human utterances, nothing to me, do they convey,
Simpy, the raw, bare, nakedness of us, sets me aflame!
Reflecting our stunning sexuality in that flowered pool,
next to Mount Olympus.
Where Pan, happily, his flute doth gayly, play.
In our Grecian land, where we have so many times have lain.
On God's verdant carpet of grass, Grecian gardenia mixed
with your manly scent.
May my last breath be only a swooming sea!
That is the very human scent of only desirable you and the
ever most wanton me.
How shy was I, that very first time, swept away by the site
of your haunting rippling flesh!
Embarrassed, oh yes, I wanted to look away!
But swooned at your virile manhood, nonetheless.
Captured was I, a total, forever, a prisoner of you!
Nothing innocent about us shall ever be written.
And yes, I wish it just to be exactly so!
For we are blessed to be passions' slaves in full glory.
We paint the stars in heaven without shame and no
faux romantic story!
A tale of us, most rare and divine, unspeakably delirious.
Where I can always feel your eternal hands, traversing
my naked spine.
I, your slave, till that final cloud takes me forever home.
To exist in the heavens, in our Orpheus star, never more lost,
eternally....
Within you, my eternal, celestial home, no more to roam.
July 29, 2020
Entered in Silent One's Sensuality Contest
The secret waterfall was well hidden
to reach it one had to pass behind
the curtain of the fall that all knew about
Then through a short passage
that led to a beautiful lagoon
hidden by the rocky towering cliffs
Here the secret fall sang its song
as it gayly flowed bouncing along
just a pleasant gentle murmur
As it joined the crystal clear waters
a profusion of plants and flowers adorn
the gentle sloping banks
A natural sun trap this little valley
colourful birds singing out their joy
as they splash in your small pools
Here at your feet is a sense of peace
looking up to your source at the top
I stand in stunned awe at your beauty
(Rhyme)
When we greet the smiling sunlight,
The torch, be yours and mine to hold it high,
To quench the insidious flames of the night.
The heart's dearest solace, will smile wide
On me and you there,
And the birds singing gayly, that came at my
Call, and exiled far from home,riches from the
Far East,brings in the air
I gaze on the moon as I tread carefully, over the crest,
Of the beautiful snow,
With and eye like a crystal, and a heart kindled like
All its glow...
Like little ripples down on a sunny river,
Forever hunted by the eternal mind and soul,
No longer my soul can you hold and explain
The reasons why...
For passion and conquest, wonder where they
Will and dwell,
Watched by every human love and kinded heart,and
Thoughts that often lie someplace else, too broken
For more mourning and more tears.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2005
December,09,2014
Ahab needed shore leave,
And obsessed so on his dream,
Harpooning some sweet harlot
Had become his major theme.
He was just a novice mariner,
His first time far from home.
He’d made his maiden voyage
With his wild oats yet unsown.
Jezebel liked scrimshaw,
Always wore it like a queen.
She loved to dress in style
And had a taste for French cuisine.
She was just another working girl,
Young sailors were her game.
She didn’t dig Jehovah,
But she’d do Him just the same.
Ahab went on liberty
With fifty bucks in cash.
He laid down ten on his first tattoo
And a shot of sour mash.
Jezi smiled coquettishly,
Cooed, Hey there, cherry boy,
For forty shekels I’ll show you the ropes.
I shag like the real McCoy.
Jezebel naughtily lowered her veil
And shimmied her best Bette Davis.
Ahab said, "Baby, lead me astray
Where Elijah’s conceit can’t betray us."
Ahab followed Jezi
To her boudoir’s upper floor,
Singing gayly of Nantucket
Like some salty troubadour.
Ahab put his hand inside
Her open cookie jar.
The moment seemed electric,
Like Saint Elmo lit his spar.
Just then the temple cops burst in
And ruined his crescendo.
Ahab ran; they clipped his leg.
Jezebel jumped out the window.
This story and its moral
Speak of tragic dialogues:
Ahab deflowered a virgin prosthesis,
And Jezebel went to the dogs.