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One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
How the prudes punish
The romantic ravisher's reign
With words dipped in disdain
They feign
Righteous rights to write
A complaint
How...insane
Layered in literature, love
Lived and lives and lusts
For expression
Different terminology
Doesn't change its physicality
Read....Feed!
Need driven lines
By a priest....
TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED*
explicit and yet
Holy sonnets flowed
From the same mind...
How they glowed
Lines so divine
Sublime
Sacred then sensual
Sensual then sacred
Same soul source
His choice
And mine....
LET THEM SHINE!!!
Don't criticize/satirize
The poet with hungry eyes
If you don't feel the flame
done you dare blame!
For shame
Those who've never known
Intercourse of words and soul
Be silent...
Pass on by
Don't propagate a lie
X-rated alibi
Don't deny
Sensuality's right to speak!
Eileen Manassian
*one of my favourite poets, John Donne wrote some of the most powerful spiritual sonnets and some of the most sensual rhymes. He's lauded as a great literary contemporary of Shakespeare. To His Mistress Going to Bed is an example of his sensual poetry. He was a priest. There's a time for everything.
I was inspired by Richard's latest poem to write this piece in defence of sensual poetry...
Then, was a lot less adversity
Then, you just can't compare
Then, was common courtesy
Then, people they did so care
Then, there were less prudes
Then, people got on together
Then, a different set of attitudes
Then, we'd never say never
Then, was more fashionable
Then, seemed more classic
Then, was more memorable
Then, I think was just fantastic
Then, time's were more sleek
Then, was just way more cool
Then, I would say was unique
Then, though now is oldskool!
inspired me by my other writes a new age, world in my eyes
conversations with other people family friends ext
also other soup members and of course current issues
some could probably relate to also WRITTEN 0CT 2012
FIRST HALF TALKING ABOUT NOW AND HOW THINGS WER
THEN REEDITED ABIT CHANGED VERSE TWO COMPLELY
"Hey buddies. so what are we doing !"
Looks around and the clique has snotty faces on,
pedigree pinkies in the air. "You are not one of we,
the beautiful approved ones. You are uncultured and that's gross !"
Whatevs, go .... ........ !
(Junior follows them to camp and
pisssssssses on their campfire !)
Satisfying, takes a plug of tobacco and spits on their
jelly clog-Birkenstocks-for snob hill gardening-
before they lasso the noose and hanggg me high !
Worth it.
(Disingenuous Anglish prudes gather in their jerk-circlejerk...circling typos and chanting to Mammon...
We call upon the forces of the Upper Middle Class and beyond. "Get these Wal Mart shoppers looking for bargains for the poor out of here, they are not the "beautiful ones"...")
Bows to the beautiful ones.
All hail the clique ! Click.
by Wayne Wysocki
I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate
The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur
For variation I can gnaw
This crucifer sautéed or raw,
Just as is, or baked as chips,
A smoothie blend to please my lips
But having said all that, I'll add
Too much of anything is bad,
And I've been craving, as of late,
A change of greens to grace my plate
I now peruse the produce aisle
To find the foods that make me smile
It's time to choose my next big thing
Like watercress or collards green
I'll greet my new nutrition trend
And say goodbye to you, old friend
Kale, we've had a lovely run,
But now my time with you is done.
We Kept the Coat as a Reminder
She was gloriously nondescript
Her eyes glazed over with a crusty face
Pink eye? We asked each other
None of us knowing
We are not doctors
She had a headache
But no one knew
We could not have guessed
And we did not care
Recognizing this, she kept silent.
We let her into our Sunday School Class.
Her coat was smelly, mothy, old and ragged.
Two women ran to get their coats before hers met the rack.
I thought they were rude.
No. I knew they were rude.
They have been rude a long time.
Two prudes.
Two rude sister prudes.
The stranger stayed the whole time.
She did not look over at the two prudes.
Not one time.
She left being as nondescript as she came in.
We never saw her again; but she left her awful coat.
We keep it as a reminder to try to be nicer next time.
In case she was Jesus in disguise.