Long Licking Poems
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The old man
Slow and tumbling
Always grumbling for nothing
Has an insanitary habit of finger-licking
Always enjoys digging mucus in the nose
Saliva always being used to flip a page
Always bites to open a knot
Water tap always being left turning on
Always a careless choking on food or water
Resembling a big baby on care
But always being left alone and unattended
Because he always causes trouble
And he has long been used to making troubles
And living with troubles
And so now he's left alone with his troubles
Alone with his mind-set troubles
The troubles caused by old age and its innocence
tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated
with sacrificial pacification sans deity
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary fledgling jambalaya outlook
provoking regally supreme sacerdotal wiseman
punishing opposing incorporating
novel modus operandi explaining sacrilegious worship
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via sprinkling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant recommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which accepted traditions
controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
I like my doughnuts raised and glazed
coffee black and sweet
my fish a salt and battered
but you're my favourite treat
Indian is hot and spicy
Chinese it gets old
Italian can be fat and greasy
salad leaves me cold
I like my dumplings round and plump
vegetables stir-fried
prefer my fruit firm and fresh
but you're the best I've tried
man cannot live on bread alone
or so I was taught
you're my soul food make me whole food
you're my food for thought
I like my chicken finger-licking good
martini stirred not shaken
my medicine with sugar
but you're the best I've taken
there's no confusion I've come to the conclusion
if nothing else you are delicious
and at the risk of sounding repetitious
I've decided you're decidedly delicious
Sometimes at night I lay awake
with you just at my side
Although you're there right next to me
I feel alone inside
In my times of loneliness
nothing means as much
as when your loving hands reach out
to sooth my soul with touch
Your warm embrace comes beckoning
the coolness of my skin
satisfying hunger from
a yearning deep within
Our minds wax uninhibited
through passions we convey
bodies in submission
as desire takes it's prey
A moments time is all it takes
to kindle such a fire
slowly teasing, ever pleasing
licking flames still higher
Beyond control our wildfire
rages on its own
consuming flesh with fantasy
beyond the world that's known
The places that you take me
with the way you make me feel
Replete my souls affections
In this love we share, surreal.
Never have I known a dream
alluring me as much
as all the joy and ecstasy
from pleasures of your touch
I know I was not the first
but plan to be the last
to share the love you long to give
and heal your painful past
To know its me you're reaching for
conquers waning fears
ensuring love will last through time
and far beyond our years
-Jeannie Minor
I watched them gather round
The warmth of your flame
Like campers at campfire time
Huddling close to you
Pushing and jostling
For the best place
I saw your warmth
Dancing off their faces
Small cinders escaping into the night
I followed the sparks drifting up
On the chilly breeze
Riding high…disappearing into the stars
I was cold
I was alone
On the edge
And yet…I dared not go near you
Though your light invited me
And I wanted so much to be warmed
By you
Yet….how could I find a place
By those encircling you
Watching the mesmerizing display
Of your orange and yellow flames
There was no place
Among the gathering of....
The strong, the beautiful, the insistent
So, on the outskirts I stayed
Tears trickling down my cheeks
Cold
Alone…
I waited…I held back
Until they all left
One by one
Some bumping into me
Not even aware that I was alive
I waited until you had almost died out
No longer on display
But a warm glow of embers
Still orange and glowing with desire
And I approached
Shyly…
Longingly…
Needing to see you dance
For me….only for me
And I coaxed you
In my clumsy way
My fingers cold
My heart ablaze
Suddenly....you burst into flame
A pillar of fire
Miracle of love
For I had not added any kindling
But my little heart
And yet it seems you had waited
Knowing I would come
And my slightest touch
Made the flames spring to life
Voracious flames
Flames reaching the high heavens
Your heat overpowering
Consuming
I almost threw myself into you
Wanting to reach the center
Of the heat and warmth
Of your beauty…
I spent the night
Out under the stars
Lying naked
Yet not cold
Naked
Yet not ashamed
Naked
Yet not shy
For your glow was my covering
I let myself be touched
Time and again
By licking fingers of fire
By the burning flames of your desire
For….ME!
For Gail's Contest
Touched by Your Flame
May 27, 2013
Food Fun.
The Cook she fancied Chef.
She truly loved his meatballs
and as for his spotted dick. Sublime.
Chef he fancied Cook.
He really loved her chicken breasts
and wished one day to cover them
in a thick cream sauce.
Cook loved his chocolate eclair
and loved the taste of the cream
in her mouth.
Chef loved her pastry to,
and when she slapped her
dough on the table.
Well, he knew she kneaded it.
It always took a good pounding.
Nothing like a bun in the oven.
The smell of the finnon haddock
gently poaching in its milk
was enough to make an old Tom
howl with delight.
At last the eggs were poached.
Chef waited till his sausage
was properly stewed before
removing it.
Finger licking good.
Those melons would be ripe soon
and the pudding had reached
boiling point and would be left to simmer.
It was nearing the end
of another busy day
in the mixing bowl of life
that was the kitchen.
Only one question remained.
Who would get custody of the custard?
Somethings gonna get you;
somethin' got it's eye on you;
Open and shutting mouth
What's a beak gonna do;
Chew you up and down;
Peck you on your sunburn arm;
Spit in your eyes;
Scratch your thigh;
Why, Oh why;
It's crawling out you onto your lips;
A fever blister bout to bust;
It's licking at your eyes;
In tears of pain you cry;
My, my, my...
Why, why, why...
what's cha gonna do when the Duck-mole comes for you;
You don't think it's true, don't blink;
what's cha gonna do when the Duck-mole comes for you;
9/14/82
James Edward Lee & Gary Boyle ©1982
Base on Gary Boyle character and song
Knife goes chopping with the beat,
on the mint which scent so sweet,
Rice arborio n' boiling heat,
Rocking rythm in my feet.
Robbie Williams on my radio,
My spoilt dog stretched in the patio,
Whilst i cook ,clean and sweep,
She is snoring fast asleep.
Washing floors,doing all chores,
In the oven,hot bon bons.
Ow.my God,Its getting late,
sheets are waiting to be layed,
Ironed skirts and steaming shirts,
burnt my finger,Ouch it hurts!
Some ice will have to do,
bumped my head,and turned out blue,
No time for me to feel so sorry,
Swollen head,No time for worry.
Ran upstairs in a breakdance,
to sit down,there's not a chance.
Jumping quickly in the shower,
whilst regaining some cat power,
tick tock-tick tock goes the clock,
there's no time for happy hour.
Brushed my teeth,High Heels in feet,
some perfume and a light treat.
All is ready,all is well,got my keys
texted a pal,Once again ding-dong,
the bell,at this moment,Who's the hell?
It's my neighbour from next door,
melts my ice.He's not a bore,
Cos Of him I'm running late,
guess my boss will have to wait.
Come on in,I said to him,
His left foot already in,
Handsome guy with a huge grin,
Sugar man,One man to win.
What Will i offer him ? a coffee?
I hadn't any beer,Some wine?
or some orange with gin?
Time was pressing in,
Called at work and did a sin,
Called my boss,I faked a fever,
So much thanks,She's a believer.
Smelled some pepper,started
sneezing,My boss's answer
was so pleasing,"Stay at home,
Get well dear,Lots of love and
tender care,don't come close,
No need to share,bye,bye dear".
Problem solved,so wisely done,
Neighbour joined me in the garden,
so relaxed licking the Sun.
Ate lunch and had dessert,
He's a darling and a flirt,
After followed with more fun,
On my sofa,One ON One.
Charma
(This is all fiction,apart for the busy routine! My neighbours are good
old neighbours too,and Im loyal to my boss,just in case..:-)
“Bezirke”
Bit by bit
we build our walls
strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
Political Romantics
counting sheep
and numbers
we walk in our sleep
dreaming of doors
Opening inward
externally we are Bezirke
socialised in a stolen concerto
solo instruments with flat musical
composition, indoctrinated
sucked in
sucked up
hypnotised
by the totalitarian state
for our best interests
mesmerised
moving our hips
licking their lips
Bit by bit
we build our walls
Strict little districts
to pin our minds on
and keep the paper tigers out
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Brandenburg” / Apparat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crdqTf8ZnKQ
"A Hive Mind has no need for each individual part to have a positive idea of the whole, and to then repress its own inclinations by means of this idea. But in human totalitarianism, this is the central phenomenon, because they are all performing the same internal repression."
"The term “hive mind” refers to the apparent intelligence that emerges at the group level in some social species, particularly insects like honeybees and ants. ... Clearly the assimilation of human into a hive mind is supposed to be a bad thing, according to the writers of Star Trek: a unified consciousness or intelligence formed by a number of alien individuals, the resulting consciousness typically exerting control over its constituent members."
1. Bezirke/German
2. Totalitarianism
3. Covid19/Monitoring:
http://a.msn.com/01/en-au/BB12Bbym?ocid=se2
4. Orwellian
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orwellian
5. Mass Surveillance
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_surveillance
6. The Hive Mind:
https://majesticequality.wordpress.com/2010/06/13/on-our-fear-of-the-hive-mind/
7. Paper Tiger
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_tiger
I say I love myself
but found home in blue n white
Letting the pills fill the emptiness
I say I love myself
yet starve, calling skipped meals a diet
shattering mirrors with avoidance
this body I hate
I say I love myself
so I embrace pain like an abused child
licking the wounds of empty promises while picking wildflowers
I say I love myself
but wear the mask of smiles that lie for me
pushing away those who genuinely love
for who can love destruction
I say I love myself
but built walls, calling it protection
Praying no one makes the climb
but fervently pray they do
I say I love myself
yet wish I never existed
perhaps the pain would end