Long Pleasers Poems
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For Contest, 'What I Love-What I Hate' Sponsored by Tom Wood
Every Tree in the Park
I love to stare through leaf-shade under wide trees,
Under confetti-scraps of green-gold sunshine
Scattered by a breathing invisible breeze:
Each planted parasol a unique design.
I love seed-codes, sudden sprouts, giants’ ages;
Bud-burst, summer stretch, autumn, winter stages.
When bowed in purple storms, when wild branches thrash,
Lightning strikes, cracks. Trees, still magnificent - crash!
Mozzies Buzzing
I hate can’t-be-seen sneaky mozzies that whine.
Sniffing for carbon dioxide, these teasers
Ignore other people and focus on mine.
Why are all others not such mozzie-pleasers?
I snatch vacant air, slap and smack my own face,
Flick the light, but of the slim insect - no trace.
Could I suffocate hiding under this sheet?
I pulled it too high - now they’re biting my feet!
Millie was flattered by the whistling of men
But her friend, Tillie, told her to think again
"They're just catching their breath
but are as pale as death.
It's healthy ones, Millie, for whom we should yen."
"Well, darn it, girl. You know I'm hard of hearing
I thought those guys were speaking words, endearing.
"That noise is their wheezing,
and their looks aren't pleasing!
Let's move along now, Millie. Please stop leering."
Millie looked back but off fell her eyeglasses
She stopped to rip toots and expelled her gasses
"I know that really stinks!"
She laughed, "I'm such a minx."
Don't tell me I should take etiquette classes!"
They strolled until Tillie had to take a seat
for she was feeling a bit faint from the heat
Millie started to scold,
"Tillie, you're gettin' old."
"Not too old to kick your walker to the street!"
"I'm only saying those guys were old geezers,
not the sexy kind we once called 'strip teasers!"
And at that thought, Tillie smiled
In younger days, they'd been wild
"They're not what we'd ever call 'woman pleasers."
With my girlfriend in tip top condition
To film sex scenes for late television
She got sick in bed
So I went instead
And was heckled with spiteful derision
Well their laughter had made me feel silly
As I stood there butt naked and chilly
They said, “Get a hair dryer,
Or an electric fire,
For you sure need to warm up that willy.”
The director called three naked geezers
Who he said were real audience pleasers
Then he looked at my lot
And said, “Let’s get this shot,
With my new close up lens… and some tweezers.”
Grabbed a sock and ran home in the nuddy
And I tripped in a field, wet and cruddy
But I’d slipped on the sock
So my girl got a shock
When just one bit of me wasn’t muddy
*
That’s my self respect gone for a burton…
Then the morning sun shone through my curtain
I awoke in my bed
“Only dreaming,” I said
But I took a quick peek to be certain
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
What is the real meaning of a handshake?
Is it just a greeting or something a bit more?
It’s such a small gesture that anyone can make.
It shows a little trust that wasn’t there before.
We seem to have lost the meaning of the little things.
What is it about life that has hardened our hearts?
It’s easy to smile and see the happiness that it brings.
A simple nod to a stranger is where it all starts.
Seems we’ve forgotten about the Father’s only begotten,
Son sent to a foreign land immoral & rotten.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, placed in a manger,
Honored and presented gifts in the face of danger.
Christmas is now X-mas, meaning lost through the ages,
Gifts given in vain, no wonder we squander our wages.
Will we remember Christmas as the birth of Jesus,
Or just another day off to be people-pleasers?
What is the real meaning of a wedding vow?
Is it just an empty promise that pretends reality?
Marriage seems to be a convenience for now –
Divorce our scapegoat when it’s no longer easy.
We seem to have lost the meaning of commitment.
What is it about the world that makes us break that oath?
It’s a simple matter of accepting a chosen arrangement
And following the path that’s right for us both.
Love has lost its meaning, a term of endearment,
Misused to embezzle feelings after a one-night experience.
Expressed freely and in abundance, often spoken without seeing,
Love is sacrifice from being to being.
Is invading a self govorning country an act
Of war.? Its a rhetorical question.' Because
The answer is yes.) Simple as..' sometimes
There are appeasers, and obviously corruption.' And weak willed pleasers.' Its a
Deceptive world.' Moreso in some parts.' All hype and mis- direction puts great sadness in the heart, there is a war on information on human populations this is
Most wrong, if you are a milatary leader
If captured you are a prisoner, yet what of
War.? Waged under which you were taken
From does it unmake military protocol how
Can it otherwise be.? If what ain't what it was.? How can sound judging be attained
It seems so straightforward to me.'
Magic happened on the shore of the Montezuma horizon
Two genies appeared, Mondomay and Mighizeb
Dressed in gauzy dainty chiffon, carrying two cats and a swan
They were a corpulent two, one with brown eyes, the other blue.
What wishes did you have? A new goat, sheep, donkey or calf?
People pleasers all the way, their attention made my day.
Illustrious and lovely, they had suggestions, but kept them hidden.
We are not allowed to share our ideas, even if prompted and bidden.
I told them I would have to think and Mighizeb’s face turned pink.
We might run out of wishes, said Mondomay, as he washed my dishes.
For this had been my first wish, as I despise redundant dishrag swishes.
You wasted a wish! Said my husband Mouse who now lives in his mama’s
down under
down a country road
road to success
road to nowhere
nowhere to hide
nowhere to run
run away from home
run a race
race horses
race to win
win the lottery
win a trip
trip to Australia
trip of a lifetime
lifetime warranty
lifetime of dreams
dreams have meanings
dreams come true
true or false
true love
love one another
love is blind
blind as a bat
blind date
date with destiny
date of birth
birth of a baby
birth of a vision
vision of loveliness
vision for the future
future of our children
future plans
plans for adventure
plans for people
people pleasers
people who care
care about others
care for the sick
sick in the head
sick and tired
tired of running
tired of trouble
trouble sleeping
trouble may come
come and see
come right now
now or never
now is the time
never
time
8/11/15
For Debbie Guzzi's "Down Under" contest
Blinded by shining shards of sunlight
reflecting off sandy summer shores,
give pause to wonder what unworldly sight
hides beneath ocean’s watertight doors.
The Sun, father of the shoreline
instructs his lazy children to light the way
for beach combers and bathers-in-the-brine
who worship the Sun and sand as play.
Burned flesh and scorched, fire-red eyes
accost non-believers shaking their heads,
bemused that the Sun’s brilliance belies
affair extraordinaire with the sand he beds.
The Sun and sand a reflective twosome
combining their charms and beckoning
unsuspecting lovers to a garishly gruesome
show of frivolity and a day of reckoning.
In other words:
Sun and sand, such teasers,
conspire to cruelly tempt and torture tissue –
faux pleasers.
Enthusiasts
promising romantic issue –
nets cast.
Beach waltz,
promise anew –
false
Sun and sand, such teasers,
promising romantic issue –
false
Edited 02/05/2021
Peking's
past
periods;
palatial
personage
preferred
Pekingnese
pets
people
pleasers
poor
penniless
peasant
presence
plenty
priceless
precious
presents
Polo
Pipeline
Paradise Pink Pagoda pain pleasure
I want to write a poem about "come take my hand"
Do I always want you to take my hand?
Yeah but should you?
Sometimes I don't want you to take my hand
And let me fly
Sometimes I just want you to be in the background
and look upon me
Sometimes I don't want you to do nothing at all
You should do whatever you feel like
And not to feel like you have to oblige me, please me
The world is full of pleasers
If I want to be with them
I would have
I just want you - the glorious you
In all its splendor and goofers
Make me laugh, will ya?
But don't make me cry
Unless I want to cry
And at that point I will tell ya
Probably never
But just make me ahhh
That is when I don't know
And that is most of the time
- all the time
That is what I like
And what do you like?