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though thine wife gladly
(and long time ago)
verily swept passed
her final child bearing year
this house broken husband
genuinely hankers to father
(yes sire re:to set sea men
"NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
free and reduced)
and longingly participate
in parenthood again
donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
fire breathing worth tolerating),
those who fervently veer
yearning to undergo
sex reassignment surgery (SRS)
with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,
(especially genitals under going
transformational substantial removal
via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
sharp pinching shear)
contemplating, formulating, issuing
personal specifications to cutting crew
validating, testifying recapping re: questing
genitals do not reappear
since significant surgery purport, some hetero
sexual person might coon sitter *****
yet no doubt a homosexual
and/or lesbian would ap pear
to understand completely if he/she
didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
yet warmly reassured the speaker,
they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
with women and/or menswear
and this once distraught,
distressed, and distributed
without willingness unfairly
fated to live stemmed,
undoubtedly wrought from sexual misalignment,
would post surgery
hover off the ground and modestly
swagger off into the sunset
(this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway he/she could map out in one direction
destiny describing,
an upswinging trajectory linear
once future freed where gender now nsync
???????
with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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Four, six, or seventeen tulip buds grinning. Of course not on a salt marsh. Leave that alone. Misted aromas of ancestral graves should be cared for not dug but if a slug us in power then a lemon woman could do much damage to lochs, lands, fields and mountain so do not discuss paperwork with a tiny dog whose obligations are merely to dress in a fur coat. Is the sheer fornication of the environment that is of great concern at this time. Gaping holes can never be earth wombs so digging will produce an end to life. When chatting in a queue always question the mind set of the jaded eyes. Grasping concepts is often a difficulty when all intelligence is received from square entertainment sets. A lone lizard sits on an empty beach waiting for the strobes. The lights to take up and away. Patterns of time. Printed not. Yet in sound waves enjoyed freedom and thus gave birth to new inspiration through interdimensional beams. Often it is said that dancing a waltz with a frog is the best idea as sudden movements of tango could cause unintentional hopping movements. Such a slur. Sour are the sauces whose injection to meats cause secretions. And many a leopard printed ham fails to deliver wine to the exact specifications and timing. Yet a portly shrew arriving in a southern breeze can stop by multitudes of shopping centres in an urgent attempt to purchase grand golden negligées' for their mice partners who are asleep in fairytale yachts complete with pinnacles. Akin to a childhood book. Likened to a cartoon castle of great magic. But when a corvette changes it's clothes it is time fir the sputter sputter sounding cards of the fat dark purple bus. Who would want to eat toast in an elevated slime kitchen with Mr and Mrs cockroach and a laughing 900 foot long light beam of a snake. Portray not a plant as a plate. An apple as a card. And remain aloof to chard writing as this will amuse cats who thrive on milky truths. It is not a justified weapon if planted in a school. Scenes are unjustified and should be abolished. For fried is the skin like an egg in a pan. Turning tuning taking teachings. Yelping yachtsman. Gardeners. Xx booming balance braked xx snail diving henchmen xx saturation xx
Form:
TREASURES OF YOUR SOUL
Just a reminder before I start…
This comes with Love from your Mother’s heart
It was Saturday September 1987
When my prayer specifications arrived from Heaven-
You see, long before I was your age I asked God to Bless me one day with a son
And that was how the thought of you had first begun
So, Twenty -one years ago to this day
You arrived…perfect and handsome in every way-
As baby and toddler you were way ahead of your peers
Showing wisdom and intellect beyond your years
Added to that a head of hair to astound
Made you without doubt, the best looking kid around
At 6 months old you said your first word-
Wait for it…”Ninja Turtle” is what we all heard-
This was hardly surprising in retrospect though
As your love of sword’s and sword -fighting started to show
You started to question us on everything in sight
No doubt in our minds, you were exceptionally bright
When your sister arrived you were almost three
Chat to Keelyn, and you will find she’ll agree…
That having a sister was no issue at all-
In fact you were her protector and mentor from the day she was born-
The love that the two of you share,
Is unique, very special, and extremely rare
As young adults you still nurture this bond with each other-
You make great siblings as sister and brother
I could write pages, so many things to relay
But here is the important stuff I need to say…
You care about your Faith, Family and Friends...
And still-- the heights of your Academic achievements know no end
From the day you could speak the sentence we heard most of all-
“When I grow up a Dr. will be my vocation and call”
Four years into your Medical degree
We realize how seriously you took that first plea
You learnt to discern from an early age between right and wrong
I am pleased to acknowledge in God’s Kingdom you firmly belong
I love you so much…a love that has no measure
To have you as a son - a gift from God I will always Treasure-
So as you celebrate this milestone age of Twenty-one
It goes without saying- you make us so proud to have you as a son
(Footnote: My son is now 25—a qualified Doctor, and firm in His Faith)
Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake. Obviously. And count the jellied eels in a bath of crumbs. How very entertaining and mystical. Nine senses of the booming giant. When standing upright in a forest count the plates. Tree cups are benign. So never play hop scotch in a thistle plant. Or a fern. The silent rush of a two ton bullfrog is similar to the call of a spotted hippo drinking lemonade. Gurgle gurgle gargle then spit. Spiritually. Wow. The feisty palate of a shrew. Should never be measured in diameters or decibals or put on a graph. Thankyou. Turn a door into a pillow. How glamorous. Pretty little mermaid does not like to be put in a pot. Pig pock peck picking. X. Cluck. Hahahaha. Wonderful. Homely. Heavenly. Heaps. Count heaps. 1 2 3 4 dance with a very large ornately carved melon. Means are neither mice men or moons. Sensual is the tail arch from a shrouded single sentence on legs. Jumping. I would like to go to the zoo. No wandering bean curd is prevalent in a caged wilderness. Exact to type. Specifications. *** placing a plant at vertical angles. And planting willows in a very astronomical alignment. It is always wise when using a fork to hold it up to one's eyes. Hold one's breath. Then at precisely noon curve to the cards. Bow. Then boom. Boom brings basses. Basses bring beauty. So never argue with a dramatic pickle weighing over 900 tons. Hahahaha xx hahahaha and a dew bud. A snowman skipping. Sandstorms in a glow. With or without sticks. Xx PS I will know take a cow and whirl it. To the beat from the walnuts. Good. Mm mystify not senses at left angles. And form an orderly queue in a moonlit heat. Under stars. In deserts. Camels chuckling chucking charismatic charming centered cosmic costumes. *** trapezoidal trapezoid trapezius trapezoidal xx hahahaha how the fish sing la la La Salle xxxx bring not a brochure to a brook. *** eradication *** statutory provisions xxxxx ha xxxx 83% *** privatisation privy xxxx steeple sap. *** ha xx positioned postures paint *** xeonagraphic . Z.
Form:
Do you wonder about what I do look for in a partner
Sure, sure, I will tell you what, in a man, I do prefer
My dream man needs to keep me happy, why such is so easy
For that he would need not any pill of ecstasy
He would just have to be made of some specifications
My dream man would firstly have to be in love, yes, he should
Else, why would I even care to be a part of his world
A man in love is a faithful one, a trustworthy one
A man in love is an understanding one, a tolerant one
A man in love shall never ever make me feel like I am all alone
My dream man would need to be open in mind, in ways,
Yes, for with him I would love to enjoy great discussions on essays
Essays pertaining to life, religion, politics, even after life
Yes, a man open in everything does be intelligent
In him, I should see for my soul, a sort of absorbent
My dream man would need to accept my flaws
I am made of many, why, I have suffered so many blows
Yet, I still do strive to pretend that I am made of perfection
Yes, such is I believe for me, the best option
For life, here in this world, is just for a time, just for a while!
My dream man would need to let me be free
Mind you, I do know where my limits do be
But I thrive not in captivity
I thrive rather, in freedom
Yes, I thrive, in loving and reciprocal freedom!
My dream man would need to be made of faith
Yes, he would need to accept that my heart does belong to the skies
Holding hands, both of us, would strive to rise
Always by being pure in morals, in standards
Always by aspiring for more rewards
Yes, these are the obligatory qualities of the one who does wish to be my partner
Mind you, such a man, I believe shall not make me suffer
Together, we shall learn to tame ourselves
Together, we shall heal ourselves,
Yes, together, we shall make of love a haven!
Do you believe you are made of such
Pray, then, come,
We shall try to find where does love come from
Yes, we shall write a new story
One which shall be remembered as long as life shall be!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
10 June 2015
Poetry Contest : The Interview
Judy Konos
Not On The Menu
Sister girl don’t judge the brothers at
The zip mart with oily stained jeans
And dirty fingernails, judging him not clean
Turning your head,
Sighing with dread
Thinking he got a nerve to look your way.
It doesn’t look like he has a good pay.
You stick up your nose
Shifting your hips to that not for me pose.
To get outside and pass his ride
And it’s a Jag, a Benz, or a Dooley truck
Or a rusty pickup
Pulling a sponsored racecar in stride.
Rolling your beautiful brown eyes
at the man wiping sweat from his brow.
Your mind start counting and you go wow!
The fella with paint spots pass by you in a van.
With another right behind it
Both with the name Painter Dan.
Sister girl standing there with Apple bottoms,
Oscars, Liz, and Jimmie Chu, Vera Wang
Hung on your shoulder with your BS and BA
You’re beautiful and fly and you are definitely a Miss Thang
passing up the brother in the Honda and Toyota
Who’s going to night school to get his MBA.
Sister girl, sister girl, don’t judge a book by it’s cover
I’m a straight up hard worker, a good man, a good lover
Sister girl, sister girl look around.
You are over looking the plumber, small businessman,
and technicians…We want to lift you up not bring you down
You are passing over good men because we
are not on your menu.
Don’t meet your specifications
No where near meet your expectations.
Suave sister girl who go down your list
gotta have that, gotta have this
Drive a Lex, a Benz, make over 100 grand
who finally gets what she wants
Her suit and tie man
Who doesn’t show an ounce of love
Compassion or kindness,
And doesn’t have a plan.
He has a gold Rolex with a dollar in the bank
Sister girl, sister girl, how does he rank?
Don’t judge me by every other.
I’m a straight up good man and will never be undercover.
I’ll have your back in good times and bad.
Oh, and by the way I will be a great dad.
Sister girl, sister girl so what are you going to do?
Hmmm and hah about me until you turn blue.
Listen up sister girl. I may not choose you.
To be insane and psychotic that is what I'm being called
The tendencies that I find myself face;
To lose my memories, my personality;
To forget myself,
Only to be reborn time after time again,
With new experiences as they are 'new'
Only to be forgotten again...
I cannot help but to call this a curse...
Despite its treasures of being able to forget
And unable to relive segments of life
Which I found to be
Horrendous,
Devastating...
Painful.
I find myself in debt of also forgetting
Moments of greatness - fond memories
Of gatherings with loved ones,
Friends and family alike...
The long feigned desire of that smile...
No amount of pain
Neither the threshold of human capacity of ignorance
Could equate to such a paradise
Of thoughts, of wonders, of life...
And yet do I find myself in this cursed curse...
To be 'blessed' with this thing at the top,
To be 'blessed' with the ability to think deeply and profoundly,
To be 'blessed' with the inability to sleep,
To be 'blessed' with the immediate misunderstanding with others...
To be 'blessed' with the ability to forget.
How would one preserve one's memories?
Experiences in such a way that he could relive
That very temporal stability at the shut of the eyes,
How could one cope with the loss of such memories?
An unimaginable extremity - they say write;
But it could not possibly amount to any measure of specifications and details
That one endures through the six senses,
The sixth especially, more than any other...
My fear is not of that of a menial thing - to sit there,
Being fearful of not relocating that memory again;
My fear is much, much greater,
It is the one fear that exceeds all others,
Even my fear for my own death,
My fear for God;
It is simply, the fear of oneself,
Myself,
Me...
I.
The fear that comes with the loss of memories,
Which, inevitably leads to the loss of oneself forever,
And to find oneself change forever to a person,
whom may not want to relive that moment again...
I fear him.
Form:
"Our schools are...factories,
in which the raw materials-- [Win/Win hopeful] children--
are to be shaped...into products...
The specifications for manufacturing
come from the [pre-millennial] demands
of 20th century [corporate] civilization,
and it is the [competition] business of the school
to build its [robotic white] pupils
according to the [nature wins so spirit loses] specifications
laid down [by naturally unspiritual disorder].
Dean Ellwood P. Cubberly
Stanford University School of [Fundamentally White] Education
1898
This does feel dated;
A caricature of post-millennial green ecoschools
for healing Earth
as a whole blue/green red-blooded therapeutic system,
sacred ecological home for plants
and ecotherapeutically cooperative people,
resilient bicameral students,
cooperative deep learning robust listeners
to outdoor theological classroom voices
singing more resonantly
restoring ego's inside harmonic peace
through ecojustice Voices.
Because we passionately disagree with 1898
Big patriarchal robotic incorporated Win/Lose propaganda places
against active and creative multicultural Win/Win integrity,
We also agree with deep learning green STEAM outside classroom models
for healthier
more resilient
more nature-spirit integral education
for allied EarthTribe integrity,
secular/sacred learning solidarity.
We would please our democratic selves more
running cooperatively away
from Bored of MisEducation competition platforms
and dualistic personalnature v publicspirit loyalty parties
We will do resiliently better health care
giving and receiving
re-celebrating choices for multicultural climate health
over more and more toxic public storm and terror patterns,
Business as uncooperatively unusual outside
while approaching 2020 more vigorously Left with Right aware,
by letting go of 1898 LeftBrain ego dominance inside.
When God created man he was working late on the third day.
An angel came by and asked: "Why spend so much time on him".
The lord answered. " Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to Shape him?"
He must function on all kinds of situations,
He must be able to produce children,
He must be a hard working man,
He must be kind and generous and a loving soul
He must be strong but yet soft enough to take care of his family
He must do all this with only two hands, "He cures
Himself when he's sick and provides for his family.
The angel was impressed. "Just two hands......impossible!
And this is the standard model?
The angel came closer and touched the man.
"But you have made him firm and strong, Lord
"He is said the Lord,
"You can't imagine what he can endure and overcome."
Can he think? The angel asked.....
The Lord answered. "Not only can he think,
He can reason, negotiate but most of all love.
The angel touched his cheeks.
"Lord, it seems this creation is leaking? You have put too many burdens on Him".
He is not leaking....it is a tear? The Lord replied to the angel.
What's it for? asked the angel.
The Lord: Tears are his way of expressing his grief, his doubts, his joy, his Love, his loneliness, his suffering and his pride.
This made a big impression on the angel, "Lord, you are a genius. You Thought of everything.
A man is indeed magnificent.
He is the strength that a woman looks for.
He can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens
He holds happiness, love and opinions.
He smiles when he's happy
He fights for what he believes in.
His love is unconditional
His heart is broken when a next-of-kin or a friend dies but
He finds strength to get on with his life.
The angel asked: "So he is a perfect being?"
The Lord replied: "No. He has just one setback
He often forgets what he is worth."
Form:
Cain murdered Abel long ago
He couldn’t stop his jealous soul
From killing a brother who he should have loved
One who’s blood would call out from the earth
Noah built that ark for the world
To be able to live again after the flood
He built it to God’s specifications for his work
Giving room for his family and so many creatures
David killed Goliath with a stone
Never worried about dying at the giant’s sword
He was sure that God would make a stand
And give him the victory over this giant man
Esther, a Jew, was given to the King as a bride
She was filled with awe at the glorious state she found
But to save the Jews she would need to defy her King
And that she did only to discover it was always God’s will
Job lost everything, even his family and health
He wandered why his God was taking it all
Still he praised the One who made everything
And it was given back to him, even more than in the beginning
Daniel prayed to the Lord three times a day
Despite the king’s refusal to allow him to pray
He didn’t listen, but gave the Lord his every praise
In the lion’s den, he was not afraid and came out unscathed
John the Baptist went through the wilderness baptizing
He told his followers that they must repent of their sins
Soon it was the wonder of all, sweet Jesus, he baptized
And saw the dove come down with the Holy spirit on Him
Jesus came into out world as a sweet little baby
Born of a virgin and able to save all the nations
He went to the cross and gave us all second chances
To be saved and go to a place we call heaven
Throughout the Bible, there have been so many wonders
Lives that lived by faith brought endless adoration
To the One who’s grace is always upon us, loving us
And giving us the opportunity to begin a relationship with His Son