Long Shaven Poems
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Why can I not write?
I am overwhelmed
By the minutiae of everyday life!
Dawn comes, and I awake, but no!
I pull the covers over my head
And close my eyes tightly
Against the coming day.
I am not ready yet!
When I can avoid it no longer
I sit up and dress, reluctantly,
Take the dog out, bring
Him in and feed him,
Give him fresh water.
Give him his pills and
Spray his poor shaven rat tail
With anti-itch lotion,
(He has a hot spot!)
And put some ointment on it.
I fix some breakfast,
Wash it down with yesterday’s coffee.
Take the cats some fresh water,
Get them their breakfast,
And clean the litter,
Wipe Sweetie Pie’s eyes
And put drops in them.
I’ll comb out both Sophie
And Sweetie Pie later on.
I make my bed and
Clean up the dishes,
Get out my big green backpack
And put Doug’s clean clothes in it.
Oops! I forgot to start the laundry
I brought home yesterday!
It’s already 10:30, and I
Have to leave by five to eleven!
Spray on the sun lotion,
Check that I have my Patriot ferry
Pass and the SPF 50 lip balm
Doug asked me to get.
It’s hot and humid, but I trudge
Twenty minutes to the ferry
For the half-hour boat ride
That I actually enjoy!
Just me, the water, sun and breeze
For 30 minutes of quiet
For my not-so-peaceful mind.
Three hours to have lunch with Doug,
Bring him up-to-date with
All the news of friends and family,
Watch him in physical therapy
And learn what I will have to do
In a few weeks when he gets home!
Back to the van, back to the Patriot ferry,
And another brief time for myself.
I walk home, hot and tired.
Take Andy out, finish the laundry
And hang it out on the line.
I think it won’t rain tonight.
Run to the store for some
Necessities, cat food in particular,
Check the e-mail, answer some notes,
Water the parched garden
Take Andy for a walk, and
Then feed him his dinner.
Time for MY dinner, but what?
Let’s see. I sauté a couple of
Chicken tenders in the small pan,
Slice up a whole tomato,
Add some cantaloupe and cottage cheese,
Eat some of it and fall asleep
In the chair in front of the
Fan on its highest setting.
I wake up with a start and make
Myself get up and clean up the kitchen,
Afterwards, I watch a couple
Of mindless television shows
While I make mental lists
Of what I have to do tomorrow.
My Marie, wasted so much time watching
Sat behind your image, I always wondered
Type me another picture, so I can look inside your head
Reach the final thread
When all the words are said and done
And times we have no longer fun
Please remember how it all begun
Cause no one won, no one won
My Marie, did you really think I’d change
Become your love, rearrange my life to suit your soul
Could we really be such fools
Expect to change the rules forever
When all the words are said and done
And times we have no longer fun
Please remember how it all begun
Cause no one won, no one won
My Marie, another picture in another place
Dirty talk, dirty sleaze
Lousy love that didn’t please
High class b****h , f*****g tease
When all the words are said and done
And times we have no longer fun
Please remember how it all begun
Cause no one won, no one won
My Marie, dressed to thrill, stocking tops where guys would kill
Pink champagne upon your breasts
Trickling down your shaven nest
Sighs to screams, frenzied pace
Champagne and love, the sultry taste
When all the words are said and done
And times we have no longer fun
Please remember how it all begun
Cause no one won, no one won
My Marie, we fight goodbye
Mocking insults, tears to cry
Words like daggers deep inside
Daggers deep inside
Goodbye, Marie, our time has come
The pictures running dry
Sat behind your image, I always wondered why
One day I was feeling all alone
Felt so really down
Remembered a pair of lacy pants
And put them to my brow
Champagne and scent came flooding back, and time began to clear
For a fleeting moment I had you
And then you weren't there.
Despite the crisp chill
She wandered to the pebbled shore.
Cold water washed her tender feet.
At last, she sat beneath a pine tree
on a shaven log, shaped like a bench
A train of thoughts passed through her muddled mind.
She wondered if life was passing her by.
She shrugged. There was nothing she could do.
A grey gull screeched overhead. She laughed.
Ships, small or large, would go on their way,
Especially love boats on their route to exotic shores,
but she had to stay put,
Until he came back to her again.
Then she would be euphorically happy once more.
Thus she dreamed and fantasized,
moulding her life according to her standards.
But love cannot be forced
nor found on love boats.
They are created deep in the heart
or as was her case, lost at sea
in a terrible turbulent storm.
FOREWORD: I have no idea if this actually works... I’ll let you decide
TWELTH KNIGHT
If you truly love me you shall do as I ask
To demonstrate your ardour, I set for you this task
I shall not make it easy to prove your love to me
So this, Sir, is my challenge, go do it gallantly
Fetch for me a ton or two of what I like for tea
Nine trucks full of dripping will serve me perfectly
And payback for those people who used to pick on me
A dozen blokes to thrash them is satisfactory
You know those metal baths, that folk would once scrub up in
Fetch for me five small ones to do my washing up in
And when the washing up is done who’s gonna wipe the plates
It might seem rather silly but for that... eleven snakes
Vegetables should not be damp so here’s what my next wish is
Bring for me exactly four Perforated dishes
Some shaven men to trim my lawn, be sure that seven come
And two mittens the colour of the deepest darkest plum
An ancient drink called koumiss, that comes from way back when
Had honey and some milk in, so bring me eight of them
A few young men to fix my socks, better make it ten
And then bring me from Normandy three fellows, all called Den
Find some men to exercise my reindeer with their sleigh
If you accept my challenge, bring six of them my way
And finally a big old fridge you’ll have to find for me
But only if the offer is buy one and get two free.
Well It took less than a fortnight to get the challenge done
Just twelve days to finish off the task he had begun
And while he wouldn’t often read his lovers diary
She had left it open, so he’d see what he would see
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me...
Twelve drubbers drubbing
Eleven vipers wiping
Ten laddies darning
Nine loads of dripping
Eight meads with milk in
Seven shorn and strimming
Six geysers sleighing
Five old tin sinks
Four colanders
Three french Dens
Two purple gloves
And a large fridge and a pair free
Remember the times, remember the days when beauty was an untouched gift,
before combs straightened and broke, before curls were burned and hidden,
under artificial wigs, when we were beautiful, oh, so white and beautiful,
when white character was natural beauty, full forms, the Shaven White,
"beautiful as snow" naturally! White, without chemicals, without perm,
without Madame Anyone, without buying illusions of beauty from afar,
without being synthetic beings, how can I feel beautiful with someone else's hair?
No strand of beauty yet, yet or false braids hanging down the back,
as if you woke up, however you were born, you wore proudly,
but the natural beauty of white Europe, truly awakened,
just us, clean and sun-dried, our combed White shining brightly,
clean blonde hair, sharp as a razor, fists clenched in defiance,
against oppression and beautiful, with bold and courageous looks,
"a natural," they said, with admiration and respect in their voices,
"natural, pure beauty," remember, when we were beautiful,
when beauty was more than a concept, it was a declaration,
a manifesto of our soul, a story told through every strand of hair,
a poem of our identity, a symphony of pride and courage,
a dance of freedom written on the sky of memories, a song of ancestors,
that enveloped us in the light of eternity, when we were not just beautiful, but free.
None of these labels, titles or earthly things are a requirement to get into Heaven, Not None, so stop stressing over it. Nacho credit score, nacho degrees, nacho cars, nacho house, nacho race, nacho money, nacho age, nacho financial status, nacho CEO title, nacho president, governor, mayor, construction worker, plumber, hair stylist or mailman title. Nacho looks, nacho wigs or weaves, nacho 6 pack, diamond iced out necklace, or yo Moncler jacket. Nacho BBL or CDL. Nacho Cyber truck, dirty clothes, or clean shaven beard. Nacho Miss America title, private jet or yo smile. Nacho Superbowl ring and damn sho not no Oscar…
In this world, many want to achieve something. It is a desire to be rewarded with something that you have earned.
When you graduate from high school, you earn a diploma.
When you graduate from college, you earn a degree.
Sometimes when you excel at a job, you earn a raise and/or a promotion. Yet everyday, people overlook the fact that they are rewarded with God’s mercy and grace, yet can they actually say they’ve “earned” it? Our God is merciful, even when you don’t deserve it, He gives it. How Awesome is that?
Also, it’s amazing how everyone wants new stuff, more stuff, this stuff, that stuff… but, it’s nacho “stuff” that will get you into Heaven.
Do you know people cling and hold on to “stuff” for dear life. But you right, it’s yours, so be like the collection agency and keep collecting.
And as we all know, when you leave this world, it now becomes someone else’s “stuff.” You cannot take your “stuff” with you. Which means it will be left here for others to fuss over, fight over, hold on to, cherish, keep, give away or throw away.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying not to have nothing, accomplish nothing or it’s wrong to have nice things, God wants us to have nice things. All I’m saying is don't be obsessed, possessed, or stressed with or without these things. If something breaks or gets lost, it is not the end of the world.
Remember, it’s nacho stuff that goes to Heaven with you. Material things are replaceable, you are not.
Awakened by the loud pistol shot
A battle commenced blood was hot
“Where am I?” Alexzander thought
Noises progressing where the battle fought
Curiosity took hold, he dressed quickly
CRACK! Up above the sound sickening
A voice he heard and recognized instantly
“Reassuring” he said admittedly
Up the stairs sprinted the young lad
Once on deck the vision was sad
Sailors were dead and he was mad
Then tears welled up feelings bad
Something moved to quick to feel
The blade ran through, pain was real
Cold was the sharpened steel
His eyes closed shut, then he kneeled….
As the blade slew through his chest
His eyes caught hold of a man abreast
A shaven man of unknown test
Had regret in mind of his lawful jest
A boy so sickly murdered made the man ill
Took all his fight and spirit still
Then he turned towards the shrill
Of Capitan Red Beards final kill!
Over the planks he stammered over
To the boy with blood filling odor
Then to the man steel now shouldered
Now it’s his time of death to lower.
A swing of a sword severed his head
A feeling of guilt for a child now dead
I shouldn’t have left my bed
His only tear is now being shed
A witch doctor tattooed from eye to foot
Covered the wound with a grainy soot
“A life still breaths in this crook!”
“Quick my magic and my book!”
12 days and 12 nights his magic cast
The wisdom of his darkened past
Healed the boy his color fast
Dreams were plotting a mind so vast
I dreamt of you last night.
Or were you whispering to me?
Musty mist swirled around,
Feverish fog muddled my vision.
In panic, I dreamt I could not find you.
I searched into the labyrinth of my mind,
Where spectral haze impeded me.
I combed the place and crawled,
To the center of a mighty solid maze
And found that I was utterly lost.
Why can’t I hear your loving whispers?
Then, in a faint sliver of a wan moon ray,
I thought I caught a chimerical glimpse of you,
Head shaven, opaquely dressed
In a dark yellow caustic gown.
Inexplicably the light went out and you were gone.
Happiness was so easily accessible to me,
But I spurned all favorable occasions.
I turned my back to your silken caresses,
I ignored your passionate kisses.
Yet you still whispered sweet nothings to me.
And now I search for the inaccessible.
I search for what my soul yearns.
Why do I limp with blazing eyes?
Why do I lament what I have lost?
Yes, I dreamt of you last night.
And then I woke, covered in sweat,
Trembling with fear, you were near me
Whispering comfort, soothing my hair,
Showering inexhaustible ardor,
Caressing with your gentle hands,
Drowning me in ecstasy, in abundant joy,
Until dawn streamed its exuberant lights.
15 July 2021
WHISPERS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Placed straight 5 out of 10
Alright no one here leaves
Until I get back my monkey
He was right here beside me
When we sat down at the bar
He got up to use the restroom
Cause my monkey is not uncouth
I KNOW he didn't just drive off
I still have the keys to the car
We were having the best of times
Telling jokes and making up zoological rhymes
He even passed around that picture
You know the one with the orangutan in that embarrassing position
That's the last time I saw him
My monkey...my best friend
Will somebody help me look please
These tears have all but blurred my vision
I've now checked every zoo on the East coast
Every circus that I know
Thinking perhaps he was monkeynapped
By some clown or zoological freak
I haven't seen hide nor hair
Of a clean shaven monkey in underwear
I told you he wasn't uncouth
My monkey learned that from me
These days I cry in my beer
Since my monkey's no longer here
I guess Doodles had better things
To do with his life
If my monkey, Doodles you ever do see
Will you tell him I miss him oodles for me
And that I've accepted the fact that he's not coming back
And that I'll be alright...
“In the eyes of God, everyone is equal. The real dignity of a man lies in treating all with respect, never relegating anyone as inferior.” ~ By Poet
Applying a coat of thick rouge
Over the stubble on her shaven chin,
She looked into the mirror
Through its cracks, saw a million bits of her/him
Those images sneering at each other
She felt trapped in a wrong body,
With its contours n' longings, mismatched
"Where do I belong"?
"Where do I fit"?
These questions plague her incessant
A rough stone with sharp edges
Too hard to be chipped down
Cast aside by the mason
That can never go into the making of a Cathedral
She walks around in haze
Life seems a twisted maze
Each time she tries to claw her way
She sees only walls that hems her in
Before her, lingers the stygian mist
Phantoms of darkness surround her
The winds of change swiftly blow
Seasons come and go
But she is tied down in her chains
An anomaly of creation
A curse and a taboo
Swallowing stigma and abuse
Each day waking up with a start
Knowing that she is neither a woman nor a man
But a non binary... an accursed TRANSGENDER
Inviting snide looks
And sneers from onlookers
People call her a eunuch
One divided between the selves
A hapless denizen of an inhospitable world
Disowned even by parents
Though flawed and far from perfect
She is human, one of a kind
And needs to be seen through the eyes of God!