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(tales from the viral lock-down)
Brice (my brother) is cutting through what smells like a stack of cinnamon french toast.
My stomach growls at the aroma like a hunting cat.
I jump out of bed, grab my robe and rush excitedly to the kitchen.
I see the pan in the sink.
gasp “You didn’t MAKE me any!!?” I accuse, in indignant shock.
Brice, looking up, “JESUS, get on some clothes!”
He waves his arms like he's fighting a flock of birds.
I look down, “GOD, I AM wearing clothes, you PERV! - and a bathrobe”
"Who says THAT’S a bathrobe??” He says, sarcastically.
Me: “Kiki Montparnasse!”, I say, indignantly.
My mom enters to fill her coffee cup.
Brice: “Will you please tell YOUR DAUGHTER to get on some clothes?”
My mom inspects me and I twirl for my audience.
“That IS a little sheer”, she pronounces.
“ARGH!, FINE,” I say, before stomping off to change.
I start to fume."HE CAN GO ALL OVER IN BOXER SHORTS BUT I CAN'T WEAR A BATHROBE?!!"
“And HE didn’t make EXTRA TOAST”, I yell back in pointed accusation.
“Get to work,” (on more toast) I hear her tell him, just before I slam my door.
another day…
My brother Brice is fighting with his girl-friend on the phone.
Of course, I'm only hearing 1/2 the conversation - but he sounds like a jerk.
Me: "apologize," I silently, slowly, exaggeratedly mouth
Brice: "drop dead," he mouths back, silently
Me: "I'm your sister," I say, "I get to boss you around, besides, I KNOW what’s BEST"
A minute later - He actually apologizes!!! And they make up.
(I dance around the room like Rocky)
Anger- what is it?
what color is it?
And, what can we liken it to?
Is it the thing that we feel before counting to TEN?
Or is it why many Buddhists reflect in Zazen?
Could it be White, like The Pillar Of Salt that became of Lot's Wife?
Was it Black like the GLOVE Of Geronimo Pratt
Or Silver like the Bullets which laid Amadou flat?
The Blue Of Uniforms of those who Protect and who Serve?
Maybe the pigment of a person who killed a sick perv
Shaded Brown like the Projects, with no Hope/locked inside?
Welfare Yellow like Cheese when you're stripped of your pride
Surely it's the Green Of Saudi Arabia's Flag
New York Gray like the Beggar who's treated like slag?
Actually, it isn't manifested in colors
Nor can it be defined
Go now
Entertain what I've said
Remembering the Paradox is that we claim to see RED
If you can't keep your head when all about you are losing theirs then I don't blame you.
If you can't trust yourself because others doubt you, then allow yourself to trust the lack of trust as they do too.
If you hate waiting, then moan aloud about the wait,
or being lied about, then simply deal more lies out.
Or being hated, just give them hell and be a hater,
and not worry about looking good thus become fat and wider.
If you can't dream because you relish the nightmare,
and if thinking hurts then proudly wear that blank stare.
If you can meet with triumph and disaster,
and milk the triumph and never shut up about the disaster.
If you don't care if the truth is spoke,
then twist tales so it prevails with fools that laugh at fails.
Or watch the kids you gave life to grow up and go broke,
and call them dopes or tools fit for jails.
If you can piss away all your winnings,
on a bookies special without knowledge on what you're betting,
and lose, and go and drink away your sorrows 'til the early morning,
then cry and cry and cry 'til you dream that you want to die.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
to not care about anything for however long you need to,
and fall apart when there is nothing when others would hold on,
and turn ill without will or a want to be strong.
If you can shout like a lout in a crowd with iniquity,
and walk with a King and believe to be elite arrogantly.
If you accept that both friends and foes will inevitably hurt you,
and strike first with an impromptu blow.
If all men count with you but none are louder,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
with 60 seconds of hardcore drug abuse,
then you'll get served what you deserve,
and which is more, you will be labelled a w**re or a perv.
"In Response To If" poetry competition by Silent One, 8/11/2018
1st place
FRED THE PERV.
Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue said that red pair were mine.
LARS.
A young astronaut from NASA called Lars
Blasted off from Cape Kennedy to Mars
But then there was a glitch
When he pressed the wrong switch
Last seen heading at warp speed to the stars.
PETE.
A young pianist from New York called Pete
Could play William Tell using his feet
But he fell of his chair
And he started to swear
Was booed off and thrown into the street.
JOHNNY GABLE.
A mean old waiter called Johnny Gable
Saw a man choke to death on a bagel
He then shifted his body
To the side of the lobby
Said forgive me but we need the table .
O'TOOLE.
A forgetful pilot Johnny O'Toole
Was over the north sea flying to Bule
Then both engines spluttered
Under his breath muttered
Looked at his gauge and screamed no ruddy fuel.
OLD GANGSTER.
An old gangster rose from rags to riches
Got rid of all his traitors and snitches
They'd find in their bed
A racehorses head
Or find themselves sleeping with the fishes.
THE BAKER.
An unwashed old baker from Idaho
Had filthy fingers when kneeding the dough
Folk choked on his paella
Some died from salmonella
Got closed down and ended up on skid row.
O'KEEFE.
A fella by the name of O'Keefe
Was the long serving town's police chief
Someone stole the mess cookies
Everyone blamed the rookies
But it turned out O'Keefe was the thief.
AMOUROUS MICHAEL.
Amourous young Michael from Mayo
At a girls house he tried to stayo
She started to shouto
And then kicked him outo
Said she" you're not staying no wayo."
NIGERIAN POEM THIEF.
A sly poem thief from Nigeria
On the soup caused a mass hysteria
He stole soupers work
Soupers went beserk
On the run now cos he's in fear of ya.
Written 18th august 2019.
Dorothy and Toto went skipping
the Yellow Brick Road(she was tripping).
She had just smoked a joint--
getting high was the point--
and now she was bent on some stripping.
She thought that old scarecrow looked easy
(he'd be a good score easy-peasy).
She tripped on her slippers,
her gingham went rippers,
the scarecrow asked, “Up for a threesy?”
Now Dorothy said, “You've got nerve.
My dog is off limits, you perv!
Plus you see I'm a mess
with torn gingham, no less.
I don't seem to have the same verve.”
She managed to rise from the bricks.
Oh great, she thought. Lost in the sticks!
And her new ruby pumps
had just taken some lumps.
I hope Oz does a **** shoe fix.
“I've got a head bump from the twister,
so keep a good distance there, Mister.
My Toto's a killer,
he bite off your tiller
and all you'll have left is a blister.”
Dale Gregory Cozart
"They got it wrong", tin man said with a sigh
"Ten should be spelled with and e, not an I,"
"So here's a new plan,"
"Hook up with Ten man"
"On my bucket list you're very high!"
Pat Adams
Poor tin man’s willy was rusty
When aroused he’s feeling quite lusty
Dot gives him a greasing
His passion’s unceasing
Especially as Dot is so busty
Jan Allison
Feel free to join in. Soup mail me. More stanzas coming later.
A pervert hung silk stockings by the tree
With a note saying put a girl in for me
He rushed down Christmas morn
After watching some p.o.r.n.
And found both the silk stockings were empty.
He was cursing and so went back to bed
Spied a note from Santa Claus and it said
For the good girls and boys
I bring lots of nice toys
But nowt for you cos you're sick in the head.
He was angry and unable to sleep
Went out looking for gaps in drapes to peep
But as he got bolder
A cop grabbed his shoulder
And said "you're under arrest you sick creep"
The next day he went up before Judge Seers
As all the charges were read there were jeers
Told the pervert to his face
You're an absolute disgrace
So I'm sending you to jail for ten years.
Written 15th December 2021.
she's worried she'll never go back to work
and watches me like a perv
when the karma comes back she'll hurt
deliver what she deserves
it eats away at her mind
already derelict without worth
this thought not hard to find
deadly restriction holding nerve
he's got her whole world in his hands
information which he can give
soul crush and leave her damned
a formation for her to live
he told her he'd get her back one day
in ignorance she laughed away
to "destroy your life, it is my right"
those very words she did say
punishing me though I'd done no wrong
had it in for me from the start
you'll never recover I've waited long
it'll smash your world apart
Do you think of other women when we make love
No, no, and definitely no
I do
Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you.
Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep.
Well, I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Mary's.
What about her in Liverpool.
Let's not go there again.
Mary, three gardens down with the boobs.
Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself.
Not even with they perv binoculars you use. I mean, how would you feel if some guy was perving over me.
He wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now, if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert. How is she, anyway.
Probably on her back with the Air Corp.
I would love to be in that flyby.
Yeah, well, you would know all about flying with my sister.
I thought she was you.
She’s got blond hair and big ****, for Christ sakes.
I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger **** than you anyway, did you get the brains.
Let me see, I’m with you.
There you go, no need to answer that. Why don’t I take you out for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight. Does it get any better than that.
Twenty-two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.
The spirit that remembers the taste of blood
is cold and fearless
Lift your head up, set sail to the top
ride high waves, exceed climax
Liars - Death Penalty - Losers
Knock the nickel nail in the coffin
High tide, rising toxic ... turbo tempo
Rugged, round stones at the bottom,
slippery with long rubber boots
Brutally raped, broken - no virgin anymore
She carries her own cross, weak and weary
A secret place, buried in a rusty box
Woven deep in the ground, gaunt soil
Sleep safe with your mouth closed, not a beep
Under four eyes, an external promise - an oath
Frail and disappointment, without mercy
No rest, restart ... move on
Can you forgive poisonous words and perv actions
May your conscience burn brave and blue
26.03.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Alliteration poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
Poem of the Day : 28.03.2018
I want to miss my kids
I want to see my hair no crumbs or cheese whiz
I want to enjoy healthy friendships
outings like camping and family things
me plus one for a change
I’m so tired of doing everything on my own
I’m always that single mom who’s alone
no partner, no man, just me,
Here I am
no other family, just a loner.
the judge me like a park perv with a *****
the way they look at me, like they pity me,
It was healthier than living with his violent mistakes
No sorry is good enough
When a man treats you worse than his stuff
Society sees a woman that can’t keep a man
They don’t see a woman strong enough to stand
Alone without allowing the disrespect to go on
Every carnival, every movie, every oil change, every bill I pay
Every flat tire every mile
every family photo a forced smile
the biggest lie ever sold
is too tell a woman she can have it all alone
she’s ripped apart shredded at each end
not knowing where she ends and the kids begin
night from day’
far from child's play
but something like a living nightmare
every lonely not long enough exhausted no rest day