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Jesusita
God only had a daughter,
Jesuitta, whom he gave to teach us love.
She was a good little girl with blond, curly hair, and often helped her mother
with the washing up and other household chores.
As she grew up and became a shapely young woman,
she coveted by men, who could not grasp her preaching
of unconditional love was not about sex;
They began talking behind her back.
Rumors had it she had twelve lovers
there was talk of orgies with wine, fried fish, and fresh bread.
She went to the church, demanded to be heard, and asked why there were no women priests and why they let sleazy merchants sell overpriced artifacts.
The clerics, who had had enough of this noisy woman, told Pilatus to do something.
He first raped her and, to his shock, realized that Jesuitta was a virgin;
This knowledge haunted him for the rest of his life.
Nevertheless, he threw her to his Roman Legionnaires as a usual tart. And the men taunted her:
“Is this what you meant by calling love absolute,
they bawled.
Their women said nothing.
They put her on the cross as the semen of a thousand soldiers
ran down her legs, she died with forgiveness in her heart.
Whether LeftBrain dominant
or RightBrain feminist prominent,
Whether outty
or insy,
fast
or slow,
stop
or go,
yes
or no,
decline
or grow,
inhale
or blow,
hide
or show,
strength
or flow,
sun
or snow,
cry
or crow,
Yang's cognitive power pleasure needs
are also Yin's emotive enlightened paradise feelings
On an octave spiraling communication
double-binding DNA spectrum
For positive blue/green spirituality
redeeming from negative overpriced
sliced
and diced red
through blah beige
naturally privileged secularity
Equity,
dignity,
beauty
trusty truth
is never NotZeroZone Wholeness
ecological Wholesomeness
theological Holiness
Whole/Hole
Eco/EgoSystemic
original democratic intent
of BiCameral Balance
Across the great dissociative
object/subject apartheid
becoming impatient
with our late
great nature/spirit
transitional polypathic divide
Of LeftBrain restorative Law
And RightBrain win/win ReOrdering
resilient
reweaving healthcare systems
for individual wealth spiraling fabric
intrinsic strings reconnecting
holistic EarthPeace safety cloth
As nonviolent nonverbal
green communion
predicts yet more curious compassioned
verbally impassioned
bicameral communication.
The Real Housewives
Sorry
Reality T.V Housewives
What's that all about
Happy Wife
Happy life
Jesus Christ
Thank God for Nannies
And Cleaner's
And Make up Artist's
Imagine any of these
Without the 3 R's to fall back upon
Rich's
Rrendering
Rhinoplastey
And a cheating Husband
All of the diamonds and all the plastic surgeons
Can't polish a turd
Even if it's covered in gold
Mutton dressed as lamb
Doesn't make a housewife
Real housewives are loved not built
Are Mother's
Not Reality Consumerist martyrs
Dressed in overpriced garters
With fake teeth
Fake smile's
Fake Boobs
And even faker marriages
With bleached and trimmed undercarriages
Slam
Sham
Film flam
Acting like there **** don't stink
Because they are so full of botox
They can't even blink
Can only be watched with the aid of a stiff drink
The mind boggles
How low can we go
Watch the show
Another summer
Summer is over the night arrives hastily
it was a delicious season spent indoors
his cancer didn´t like to sun.
To sit there and dream of summer wine and dance
reading brochure of adventures in Thailand.
Once he travelled to Paris, walked the street
trying to get a whiff when Paris was Hemingway´s
Ezra Pound’s Gertrude Stein’s and James Joyce’s.
Instead, it was another overpriced city
but he went to the house where Edith Piaf lived
her name was on the building and the street
where she had lived had a lived-in patina.
He was not invited, to a literary salon but
Shakespeare’s bookshop took in two of his
modest book
fishballs and more
At the posh supermarket in Albufeira, it sells Icelandic fishballs harvested from
Ten-year-old cod fish. They are white and round, just like other balls in size, say,
meatballs, but they taste salty and tangy, perfect with chilled wine, almost like
Eating the Portuguese dish bacalhau de nata, the way it is made
Alentejo.
The wine at this supermarket is overpriced, but some of them have fancy names.
On colorful labels to make them more appetizing, like we were going
to eat.
The labels, too. 99% of the shoppers are British and strut around patronizing us
Locals who came to gaze at the frozen food one can buy here, as
The English housewife cannot cook and takes great pride in her
lack of skills
Men are hopeless, too; that is why they go to British restaurants
Eat pie with Chips and mushy peas.
I had friends, British – can you believe it- who lived here for years, when they
Needed cancer surgery, so they went to Britain to have it done. The waiting list was
So long that both died; the Brits do not like being prodded by a foreigner.
So what was I doing here at this posh place? I had been told they sold smoked.
Ox testicles here, it was fine for my flagging potency when I asked around.
The shop fell silent. No one knew. Insipid fishballs, but I saw men putting on their
Reading glasses for a closer look at the shelves selling foreign muck
An angel in a Christmas play
Learning about Jesus this way
People have become so earthy
Lord have mercy
Just place an X to blot out Christ
And sell merchandise overpriced
Some have no respect for the clergy
Lord have mercy
Let us once again remember
All the month of December
What Christmas means and be thirsty
For God's mercy
If America doesn't change soon
And come to God_it will be hewn
Burned_ for we are so unworthy
Lord have mercy
Remember the angel Gabriel
Again and teach your children well
God will look and find some worthy
Lord have mercy
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillian
Contest: Season Of Lights, Delight
Theme : Christmas
I served my hat, and boy I served it well
and everyone in the church could tell
everyone was able to taste, the full splendour of my hell.
All eyes dropped and even glasses fell.
even heaven rang a bell.
I served that hat and served it right
this was truly my delight
Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!! it was overpriced, and I will not and shall not wear it twice
I served it up nice and strong
even wore my matching thong
on my row, no one could hang
I'm a diva at top of my game.
I served my hat, and I began to slay
everyone new I didn't come to play
I'm a true mademoiselle
I served it so enchanted, it cast a spell
they all stepped back and let me by
I took no prisoners and this is why.
I aim to please and satisfy.
to all my ladies, you must comply
Serve that Hat straight to the sky.
Est 1938
Purchasing candy cigarettes from you
Mischief in your tiny parking lot
Doing wheelies around you on my General Lee BMX bike
Renting ancient overpriced films
Buying superman ice cream
even if it tastes like chalk
Journeying to you in a battered golf cart
Friends strapped to the rear
snickers ice cream whispering our names
A piece of me died when you did
Your fate was not righteous
You were vibrant in your prime
turned to ashes and barren 2-by-4s
soot engulfing blown-out windows
like mascara after a tragedy
Don’t weep dear corner store
I know its unbearable knowing
your life ended hastily
to an abandoned vanilla bean candle
For Terry Flood,* since you insist,
Here, in rhyme’s my shopping list:
Orange juice and Starbuck’s (iced,
Even though it’s overpriced),
Bagels, Swiss and muenster cheese,
Whitefish salad, frozen peas,
Broccoli and salad greens,
Carrots, berries, nectarines,
Melons, muffins, chocolate treats,
Licorice or gummy sweets,
Ice cream, cookies, corn chips, bread,
Hummus, pesto, peppers (red),
Eggs and butter, IPA’s,
Pasta meant for many days,
Chicken, mushrooms, sometimes meat –
Think that makes my list complete.
(For omissions, I’m to blame
Since rhyme, not shopping, was my aim!)
*a fellow poet on Poetry Soup
Shakespeare& C0
6-7 years ago, I was in Paris for a wedding and reading poetry,
the reading was met with protests by the public who protested again
my anti-Israel and pro-Palestinian poems.
The day after walking about I was trying to find the Paris of Dos Passos
and Ernest Hemingway, found a city overpriced looking like any others.
I happened to walk past a bookshop “Shakespeare & co” I walked in
met by a million of books.
I had two slim volumes of my own effort, and naively asked if I could place
them here? The answer was yes, I filled out a form with my address,
and that was it. It was only later I realized my tiny books were the company with
the greatest poets and writer in the western world.
I never contacted the bookshop again, but often wonder if anyone has browsed
through my work and liked what I had written.