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When Virgins Emerge

When Virgins Emerge

Virgins dwell on celibacy when they emerge
Even though the agenda might stray to setting dynamite
To lighting candles, eating celery, and hanging everything in sight  
Displaying imaginary tiny toys and boys with strings and hooks
Around their necks as ornaments
Christmas trees come to mind 
Virgins begin to find their spirits under there
Surprises give thier rise to blossoming
All Incongruities abound and bounce
Like Easter bunnies, they multiply rapidly in Spring
Such women naturally adapt 
Are adept at math
Virgins lie and wait
If thoughts could think
Puritanical thoughts would starve for food
Suffocate from education
No need for birth control
Being pure of soul
No need for debate
Or hesitation concerning masturbation
Convenience stores will do just fine
When women explode into the universe
To find their feminine side
Unwind, have a smoke, a child or two 
Virgins don’t just converge, they merge with it
Form: Didactic


Woke Gastroenterologist Mary Kathleen Friedland

Prescribed blood tests
present no qualms,
unlikely nothing askew i.e.
ticking time bombs
nor prone to catastrophization,

albeit anticipatory anxiety
plus demeanor of poetically titled
medical practitioner allays, calms
alleviates agitation exhibited
by dad's and/or mom's

panic minimizes si? no sweaty palms,
nonetheless precautionary measure taken
thumbing apostle Matthew psalms
ayee feel grateful relatively
clean bill of health.

Nine thirty morning
appointment earlier today
September tenth two
thousand nineteen no way
found yours truly bright

tailed, and bush shay
eyed, cuz mine circadian rhythm
(reed sleepiness), I cannot betray,
yet medical plight concerning
bowel movement analogous to clay

stool pigeons ever ray
now and again plague me: hay
4 four at aye
oh elle dot com, alias math they
you scott harris happy as jay

bird for personable rapport
she, said practitioner did display
offering friendly feedback
proactive measures to avoid
finding mine psyche

analogously scrambled (think) souffle
even absent such agreeable
pharmacological medications keep at bay
panic stricken state
seeding additional gray

hairs (matter of fact
synthesized prescription -
pills selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors)
only necessitate small copay
Medicare bonafide dogsend

whereby nurse practitioner equal
however much she doth weigh,
in salt, though an oft worn cliché
feather in her cap coup d'état
personable, laudable, hospitable...

winning accolades regarding
humbleness and modest stay
expertise within her craft hoop fillet
staving off general mills concerns

reason I wrote rhyme, eh somewhat passé
even Mister Ed would neigh say
so with his horse sense to stirrup
unbridled jollity - me hoof finds rein
ching words cathartic je ne sais quois

experimenting with this, that,
or t'other typed out array,
perhaps hashtagged as tripe courtesy quay
zee poor ah shunned poet fray
ming tropes distinguished (ha)

even if garnering no pay
English language I play
juxtaposing incongruities
to tease out reactions probably lay

build rickety lettered edifices
manuscripts best sentenced to sauté
within steaming vat
fed as swill to petsmart hogs
grunting as they fertilize mulch greenway.

Silvia Queen of Sweden Our Queen

A noble woman
       among the nobility...
        humanist in
         humanity...
         humble in the middle
         the superb...
         Solidarity inside
         of the sick world,
          Welcoming in the middle
          to so much need,
          spiritual, in the midst
          of disbelief...
          engaged in serving
           in the midst of indifference...
          tender and affable
           Amid
           incongruities,
           cosmopolitan in
           half the world
           xenophobic... extra.,
           extraordinary
           person... nice person,
           buona gente  !
          SILVIA... !





QUEEN SILVIA OF SWEDEN, BRAZILIAN MOTHER DAUGHTER AND  and GERMAN father

Attendants

Attendants

Attendants once were happy in the ancient mansion 
Made of sand and granite by the cliff
How fortuitous to be employed in these harsh times
Tending to the mundane chores and sober orders
The rule of life for functionaries is to fulfill the reasonable requests
I guess things must have changed in history between the shadows
The help demand more benefits and pay
My servants used to bring me, one vitamin for breakfast
Champagne or absinthe were always there to wash it down
I had one worker for each arm and leg
The four of them became uniquely useless
So what if I forgot their names and birthdays
They still get paid and have definable obligations
Incongruities and inconsistencies will not be tolerated
Attendants are attendants one and the same
Now they play all day
Overlook the cliff at ships and crashing waves below
Sometimes all four gather shells down there and swim the shallows
Or gather pine cones to throw around into tomorrow
In their spare time they take me out like trash
One of them on each arm and leg and toss me in the yard
Being old and feeble I cannot walk or get around myself
I get by on rain water and bugs that happen by
The servants have taken over the old gray mansion
They copulate inside and left me here to die

 Entered Contest on - 12/05/14 - "ONE OF YOUR BEST" - Poetry contest

Nomad

*** NOMAD ***
(For Ian and Bryan)

The gifts just out of reach…Always?
Scoping the search?  
With the contentments 
Of peace to be found, 	
Buried like treasure…And
Hunted?

Beloved nomad
Seeking place
Among the ridges
Of the lost caves your eagles 
Scan horizons 
To discover, while watching 
    constantly over you —
Traveling with your long stretch
Of discontented camels,
Snorting and spitting,
Their loads grown heavier than
The darkness near descending;

Their eyes forever looking
Over the empty distances —
Perhaps as feared 
As Earth’s edges —
For any, any possible oasis
Appealing to you with
Some hope of settling.

So do
Stop periodically,
To recall all you love.  And
Bend, to measure sought ends,
Letting run
Handfuls of unfamiliar sand
Between your fingers — not
Worrying over spent years
Yet to come — 
As you watch the grains of sand
Drizzling down, falling
To a familiar dune 
To continue their endless rest.

Nomad, continuing the search
For that similar someplace 
Of origin, for re-starting on
The pathways to the where-
Evers far from any ends…or
Before finding then truly
What was held all the while.

Consider that the sought ends
Could assuringly be meant
To wait for the journey’s close,
With much to be said for
Actually moving through reality
While the mind, too, may wish
To avoid doubts or deliberations
In stillnes —
Most happy to feel new breezes 
Touch past; or to hear unfamiliar 
Voices sing out greetings; and
For incongruities to shake 
The soul closer to God.

The journey’s progress (surely
With some luck in the going, 
Or help from a greater
Force if while staying)
Does occur in the there
Or the here, hopefully to be
Concluded in a spot for 
Body and mind,  which
Your eagle has eyed
In many fewer than forty years…
For you are loved, your way blessed.

————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/22
Thanks be to God
Form: Didactic


Subliminal Kind

Subliminal Kind

      -Follow These Orders-

1.)	 Chew gum and walk
2.)	 Do what they said
3.)	 Say prayers at night
4.)	 Religion is dead. Keep it from your head
5.)	 Eat crackers in bed

---- I know your kind---- But never mind----
---- Sublime incongruities rise---- Follow these orders or die 

                 The Response

There must be something more within existence
Something more than simple cause but I forget 

1.)	 Chewing gum and walking are so complicated
2.)	 I can’t remember what they said, so I can’t do what they said
3.)	 What if I say prayers in day light?  Will I be struck by lightning?
4.)	 If religion is dead, should I pray, again, for lightning?  
5.)	 I have no bed.  I have no crackers or gum.  Maybe some other time I’ll          follow orders given from above.

Only five rules, only five commandments.
I should follow them to the grave.
If only I had something to be saved
Form: Didactic

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