Long Queers Poems

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The Kiss

If not for you I would of never known what A Heart break meant,
  I was doing ok before you now I will never be content.

     There was a day I felt my life was complete,
  Now I must humble myself and face defeat.

    I look at you it's like you don't even care,
  I believed we had real love the kind that’s rare.

    I have to get thru this I simply have no choice,
  I will never again get to hear your voice.

    No one could ever fill the void or take your place,
  Your love for me is gone it left without a trace.

    Did you ever consider my feelings your only concerned about you,
  You’re a temporary lover who leaves you tangled up in blue.

    You promised forever it's really just a few years,
  Guess you can't handle the dykes and queers.

    If I would of known it would of turned out like this,
  I would of never known the sweetness of your kiss.


                TURBO1904    2021
Form: Rhyme


Sacred No More

Jesus   is not in the Sacred Bread
Nothing  stays the same ,much as we hope
He drowns with refugees,  he crawls in mud

Life and God aren’t static.souls have fled
Do not deny  the loss,  nor  its great scope
Jesus   is not in the Sacred Bread

Europe cracked ,  a billion billion   dead
Unacknowledged evil  is the rope
He burned with  Europe’s Jews ,we lust in bed

The War’s not gone, it lives inside the head
We do not need a thousand microscopes
Jesus   is not in the Sacred Bread

The symbol’s done, the  bread of heaven ‘s bad
We “Christians” were not there when Jesus  spoke
Christ burned with  gypsies, queers , was shot unclad

It’s over, people,what  we  never read.
We  ruined  the world ,  destroyed the ones who fled
Jesus   is not in the Sacred Bread
He drowned  and burned was shot,he’s truly dead

Shadow of the Eve

Trails of laughter amid tears
Tales of the ancients rake pensive queers
History is but present hollowly thought
Experienced oceans of belittled naught

Swelling chest and above the eyes
That constantly gaze on high
We hear the change of the believed
Rainwater drips into the pangs of eve

Enamored upon the brink of a wind’s tide
A tapestry of the softest gold beside
It is the tip of the highest sorrow
That brings a happy tear to the morrow

Look back, but upon the wind you stay
Treasure ashes remain acceptance, gray
Leaves curling dutifully brown
As the knowing tiger lilies frown

Prison guard of the future
With a hardened face revealing today
Be present at best in an experienced face
Into the eyes that trace true pain
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Straight For Gay

Often made to feel you’re less
Should you care any more?
Can you escape the cruelty,
while occupying your own shore?

People remain unbalanced,
by only seeing you one way.
For their minds travel Straight,
they can’t understand Gay!

The world has moved on,
so kiss guys or kiss girls.
Embrace Straight, Gay, Bisexual 
or polyamorous with curls.

Yes, it shouldn’t matter,
love happens between the ears.
Yet sadly all some can do
is label others as Queers.

We each have our own needs
all ashamed and sorta broken.
Fearing what others might discover 
elemental desires remain unspoken.

Where you place your bits in private
shouldn’t matter to her him or me
Freely embrace your sensual self,
Holding back is insanity.

So pass me a rainbow flag
To celebrate each one of you.
We can all come together
to support the many and the few.


 If I have used any of my descriptors in a way that is offensive please let me know. I am in a state of learning.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Banned Book Club VI

Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing
At twelve when he delt with this
shouldn't have to jump through hoops
should’ve been able to explore when a teen
But because of many conservative groups
The Ire excessive was the coming of age
Juvenile mistakes made in adult years
Denied the ability to pick up social skills
Sexual assault and sexual awaking
considered pornographic
Q**r’s  often live a second adolescents
This is a guide for the coming of age allies
States have taken off the shelves
Intersectional as his  life
Chapters are a collection, four acts 
referred to as “parts” in this guide
self-contained essay’s
The memoir progresses through Johnson’s life 
Two letters appear alongside 
the chapters for mother and brother
Conditioned to think what’s the truth
Indoctrinated in us
Stop crying,  racialized   
School bullies
The flee market incident
Institutionalized violence
Family structure marginalized  
Community –college fraternity
And black joy
Tells the truth 
A black and q***r boy’s experience
Gender identity
Toxic masculinity
Brotherhood
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*****

No matter how accepting society becomes,
 it's hard being a *****.
      You feel you're not part of,
 like you don't belong here.

     Queers and gays,
 are not sexual deviants.
     No, were not missing
 any ingredients.

     Being *****,
 is not evil or a curse,
     It's not something,
 we practice or rehearsed.
  
     It's not a sin,
 wrong, weird or strange,
     It's not a phase,
 or something we can change.

     No one should have to hide,
 who they are?
     We are not retarded,
 no need to lower the bar.

     We all have our inner demon,
 and things we fear.
     Gay-bashing only happens,
 if you’re a *****.

     We should be allowed,
 to love who we love.
     Two people same gender,
 don't make a federal case of.
 
     From day one all we hear,
 is that we have a flaw.
     It's like always getting,
 the short end of the straw.

     Most of us choose,
 not to wear a mask,
     Why you choose to be *****?
 the question that they ask.

     We hear a lot of,
 we won't ask you don't tell,
     They pray for us,
 were headed straight for hell.

     After all we are part,
 of the human race,
     Your opinion shows,
 on your face.

   TURBO1904
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Black People Are Not Multicultural

I find it humorous how folks like to say, "multicultural",
Multicultural is a very safe euphemism,
For it euphemizes mass incarceration and exploitation.
It enables organizations to create one slot for any brown, yellow, or red character 
and call themselves "progressive".
Meanwhile we brown, yellow, red, and black, fight like dogs for their approval.
Well I say, their approval is of little consequence, for it is God that they must 
ultimately answer.
And God sees all.
Black People, Black Queers, Black Rape Victims, are not multicultural.
We did not come here with hope, we came here in bondage and have been in 
bondage ever since!
How many times must I listen to so called allies say, "But what about the 
Vietnamese, for they have issues too?"
As if it should be my added burden to make sense of their problems?
My people built this nation plain and simple.
They worked for no wages and built the foundation for American prosperity.
And now "progressive" liberals think that they can grasp this experience?
How I ask you?
How can they know?
As they struggle to empathize from their rooftops.
From rooftops all people look the same.
It is only from the street that one can grasp the nuances.
Black women are not multicultural.
They are the recipients of an abominable legacy of injustice which continues ad-
nauseum.
I challenge anyone who thinks they understand, to humble themselves and 
finally deign to ask me for my opinion.
For I have lived the hell of miscegenation! And the sodomy of emasculated 
voices in alliances on this and that.
And even as you read this, your minds are too numb to grasp the full measure of 
its venom.
And still, God loves me too.
Venom and all.
For God is not afraid of the requeim that awaits us.
No God is not afraid at all.
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Proud

He’s a Proud Boy
a strong boy
Convinced he’s
fighting for Freedom

He’s a weak boy
an angry boy
Who needs
someone to need him

The Proud Boys accept him
bad boys forming a pack
his mind drinks their message
White power’s better than crack

He once was a quiet boy
a truly gentle boy times two
But lonely boy are sad boys
with nothing to do

The more they are banned
The stronger it makes him feel
Because boys who were once nothing
have become a big deal

Broken teeth, broken faces
Blood pouring out of eyes
Bricks bats and bottles
others knocked down to size

In the end not a Proud Boy
Just a broken boy times three
A blind boy with no answers
His own worst enemy.

All those other people
Muslims, Antifa or Queers
They are tied to his healing
all groups that he fears

Beyond the fringes
The boy becomes a man
Part of something far bigger
Instead of no  “Yes we can”!

Rather You Than Me

The religious zealots,
 say they will pray for us,
   They look down their nose
 at us with disgust.

   They say repent;
 they claim we are an abomination,
   We are headed straight for
 hell, fire and damnation.

   They scream we offend them
 and their religion,
    It is none of their business;
 not their decision.

   Eighty percent of churches
 condemn homosexuality,
   They explain it’s a sin
 and say it is an abnormality.
 
   Gays are four times more likely to be
 alcoholics, addicts and attempt suicide,
    From day one most of us feel
 we have been crucified.

   Everything is cool as long
 as you don't get caught,
   If exposed,
 they strike while the iron is hot.

   From the very beginning
 we have been ostracized,
   The very essence of our
 being they criticize.

   Religion and queers
 are always conflicting,
   Their words and actions
 always contradicting.

   I know I have always
 stayed away from finding God,
   I was told I would
 face the firing squad.

   This always stayed
 in my heart and head,
   Being a homo;
 people want you dead.

   You can always feel
 their eyes watching you,
   If they catch you alone;
 they beat you black and blue.

   All this negative input
 you cannot help but internalize,
   I use to think to myself;
 why am I being depersonalized.

   Let me close this up by saying
 it is much better than it used to be,
   If I had a choice;
 I would rather it be you than me…

              Turbo1904
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Nobody's Fool

She's nobody's fool got her pronouns down
if you misuse them she screams profound
Piercings and tattoos and nose rings
purple hair, dresses male, mad and mean
No debate disagree and you are wrong
no more borders all illegals belong
Palestine for queers hating all Jews in spade
extremist political views votes only DSA
Hates her parents cause they voted for Trump yet
still needs their money for student loan debt
Has three college degrees in woke crap
can't get hired blames racism identifies as black
Malnourished but somehow fat with diet vegan
hates her grandparents who voted Reagan
Defund the police and outlaw ICE to boot
gets paid to riot pillage burn and loot
Christianity is evil, God does not exist
Loves Islam commies Chairman Mao was best
Capitalism billionaires must be destroyed
wonders why she is always unemployed
Never will marry a man children must abort
groom kids transgender bodies distort
Education for brainwashing from CCP
hating America, socialism over liberty
Believes exactly like Hitler but screams Nazi
to anyone or anything she violently disagrees
Miserable unhappy and has ten cats
wouldn't you know all ten are fat
Hillary and Kamala and Mike whoops Michelle
she worships them, sexless but on the pill
Homosexuality a religion and faith for her
Being attracted to a man is so absurd
She's nobody's fool for there is no need
She's her own fool self made by all she believes.
Form: Rhyme

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