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If a human has lived well, they do have this!
Their very own living, colorful remembrance
magical theater.
Of family and friends, and great lovers, too.
That flicker on a colorful, living, screen.
Of New Year's Eve, in the snow,
And that New Year's Eve kiss.
Magical, sparkling moments, wrapped in moments, divinely gossamer!
Even moments that are strictly taboo.
Which is your life's most precious
revenue.
Some may think memory, should be dismissed.
But, to me, it's like the secret
world of lit peacock feathers.
I write of blooms of yesterday's
Tempestuous bugaloos.
And tender nights of sultry surrender.
12-31-2020
5pm PST
I beheld your frame in my doubting eyes
there was no way for me to
explain this to by brain.
How could my trembling hands want to
follow the trail,and explore your definition.
If I know you are taboo.
What damage could be done in my adoration.
Not put here I think, for my souls appreciation
I cannot humble myself enough to walk away
If my lust defiles you -I am certain
I cannot look away,
captured in the gleam of my eye,
It's not for me to decide
God our creator already
has said that lust is a sin
that starts in the minds eye.
I behold a sight that draws
me like a magnet to metal.
Shall I blame this on the devil?
Are my feelings evil?
My resources are feeble.
Signals received under complicated
conditions.
Waiting for your response to free me.
If I lose my soul -I will be lost forever
if there is such a thing
as the great beyond -- I will be doomed.
If I be true to my now,
as natural as it may seem.
Who will call the foul ?
I am waiting on your response to free me.
The virus of the unrighteous
has spread to the future..
We have become what we once hated
infuriated, that what's inside me is despised.
I have never supt of your essence.
Though I be penalized-God
who knows the score-When he
indicts me with this crime...
God who controls my emotions
my thoughts-Leaves this one to my charge.
fraught I am in this conflict-Shall I remain lost.?
Waiting on your response.
If we kiss now,
I cannot touch you in the future-
One day it won't matter about
Color age or respective gender.
We can love completely
without guilt or shame-
without the threat of
torture in a treacherous flame
One day love and lust will be the same.
It will all be fine, until then
I will wait with dubious mind.
I sip Long Island Tea, watch your bare knees upon the tiles,
the suits and Blaneks pass you, unaffected by your smiles,
you work so hard to brush the day's debris to ordered piles,
still, folks pass you unaware, kick your dirt without a care ...
You are a gem of nature - shining eyes that best the snow,
that grin of ivory brilliance noonday sun could not bestow,
with flawless cappuccino skin, buffed chocolate afterglow,
yet the steady passerby's find you something to despise ...
I see your nails are neatly trimmed, as clean as they can be,
work dress - pressed with utmost care, as anyone can see,
your hair up in a braided bun, and tied with ribbons, three,
but all that others do, is deride and snarl at you ...
I can not help but think just how absurd this is that they
can find you so deplorable - though somehow in the way,
when you are working hard for but a fraction of their pay,
and yet their views and skin are at odds, and far too thin ...
The madness of this picture gets too much for me to take,
I leave my drink to walk to you and take your hand to shake,
but as I do, you yank it back, as tho' some cursed mistake,
your complexion pales to wan - in an instant, you are gone ...
It's so sad their biased spell, has now chilled your heart ...
as well.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Children of a Lesser God" Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
( How horrid a reflection on humanity, that we can apply the label "untouchables" to others of our race )
Ignus fatuus, things taboo.
Premonitions coming true.
Destiny calls, her bill is due.
Deja vu!!
Phantom places I've never been.
Left my body on the bed.
Words once spoken.
Yet, not said.
Voices I hear in my head.
Illusions, dreams, ghosts haunting you....
If you where me, what would you do?
Hocus pocus, fantasy an alternate reality?
Watched my life pass right by
in a blink of my minds eye.
Seconds, just before I die.
Omens, signs, clairvoyancy?
What is this inside of me?
Psyche, sixth sense, telepathy?
Fracturing my sanity.
Vibes or warnings, prophecies?
Draining my mortality.
Extrasensory perceptions,
final plea?
Gifted, cursed, divinity?
Visions only do I see?
Wisdom of futures soon to be?
Or of predestine fatalities?
Trapped in this realm, where I cannot flee.
Only death, will set me free.
Begin by swinging from chandeliers when home
Wear matching multicolored harlequin costumes
Equip yourselves with harmonicas and bazookas
Keep lubricants and trampolines near by for safety
Practice lunar landings in your room to
Resume your activities in the great outdoors
Do sex outside in a car when retired
Bring a partner and spare tire as required
Avoid police if so inclined
Drive eighty miles an hour at all times
Watch out for sharp curves if they object
Narrow mountain roads are watching
Keep one eye on the road while inserting
Headlights and moon glow set the mood
Never use puppets when in an auto
Open highways are always open to suggestion
Mating should only occur in mid air
Eat oysters raw when in flight
Climb to greater heights
Use Airplanes for best results
Jump from wing to wing
Wear a parachute and a pirates patch
Use only one to avoid catastrophes
Take lessons from cartoons
To find out who you are
Leave farm and zoo animals out of the equation
Milking a cow is taboo too… Don't do it!
Wear rubber gloves if you must
Position yourselves to be lazy
In opposite directions for safety
Never have sex face to face
Back to back is better jumping on the bed
Apparatuses are optional
To be avoided by amateurs
Watch out for babies! (They snore)
Never run over them
It's against the law
And down right crazy
Pregnancy can be fun too
Instructions are on the dashboard
But first you must buy or rent a car
Before you floor it
Heartfelt readiness,
Open mind, kindred spirit
An absolute headiness
Sensing we are near it.
Communication clear,
Approaching empathy.
Completely willing spirit,
Sensing symphony.
Indicator moves,
Locked onto spirit mind.
Séance pandemonium,
Leaves me far behind.
Candles catch the gazes,
Participants engrossed.
Answers seem in mazes,
Odd clarity from ghost.
When lights are flipped
We begin to talk at length
My common sense stripped
Ouija board took strength
In the light of day
Totally unsure of senses,
Process seemed like play,
Plethora of fences.
Time slips away, confused.
Did happen or did not?
We talk about it in two’s.
Subject taboo, and often hot.
Women Bartender Parties
Their eyes watched
the bartender,
like a tennis ball,
volleying to each side,
bouncing, soft like
from side to side
of the bar, filling drinks
and old men's hearts
with wet dreams,
prompting the men
on gathering closer
to the campfire.
She was hot.
Their necks stretched,
minds made pseudo
claims, and mouths watered
of her effect.
She was young and new,
and too studious.
A librarian by day,
layers of academia,
flowing through her veins-
you could see that
she was smart, yet sassy.
There was no hiding, though,
the biker girl behind
those glasses, hair
in a bun, and brass demeanor.
She made sashay look
pedestrian.
She could compete with
a New York model
with her providence,
long arms and legs,
and a longer neck,
that likely sprung
a gasket in her admirers.
Would she lie?
When she gained wind
of whispering old men,
poking the shortness
of her denim shorts
she tickled their fancies.
"Is my vagina sticking out,"
as she checked her shorts,
innocence oozing from her
and sending old men's
watering hole to rise.
She was a frolicking horse
that put all the other
bar's bartenders to pasture.
She continued pouring
drinks, like how pouring rain-
rescues drought stricken
crops. She had that effect.
When she saddled next
to an old man, lucky one
at that, her gray eyes
boring into his browns,
as they split the night air
into little gifts,
exchanging presents
of knowledge of each other,
you could see his horses
neighing, too, nudging
to get out of the stables.
Did she say she was writing
a book?
He doesn't remember.
He remembers
seeing a moon flower.
She continued serving rain,
while the jukebox played
and the patrons swayed,
exchanging banter with each.
Moments later she did
the unthinkable-no
it wasn't a red scarlet.
Or connotative.
She drank, which is taboo,
matching shots of Royal,
three, with the old man,
while not missing a beat,
holding her liquor well,
and turning back his hands
............. of time.
connie pachecho
4/20/17
If you brush away all the fallen leaves,
from the branches of my family tree.
You're likely to find a few old bones that,
we've tried to keep hidden from history.
As with all families you're gonna find,
things that no one ever dared to bring out.
Gays, lesbians, bi and transgender were,
the kind of things that no one talked about.
Back in those days they whispered horrid words,
all about subjects that were quite taboo.
Now accepted as just a way of life,
that many people now openly choose.
I say that all the 'eccentricities',
that filled up our ancestral lineage.
Have helped color in all of the blank spots,
though some paint may have spread over the edge.
It is so hard to stay inside the lines,
when it’s colored in by so many hands.
Our quirks and words and peculiar traits,
are perhaps what helps us to understand.
That it's from those colors that gently bled,
and all those secrets that were never told.
That created who we became today,
and we don't have to all fit the same mold.
Well, I’ve played every game and I took every chance
Not looking for love, just a bit of romance.
Could never just sit, had to get up and dance…
And I’ve broken some hearts I have to admit.
Forcing that piece of the puzzle to fit.
But, go looking for love, and see what you get…
But I keep coming back to you…
All you say and all you do
Fills my heart with something new.
I keep coming back to you…
Here a love so rare and true
Keeps me coming back to you…
Well, I’d run and I’d hide and try to avoid it.
While family and friends would all “Jung” it or “Freud” it
And I’d sit in fear that I’d really enjoyed it.
And I’d look back and laugh but with no satisfaction.
Just chalk it all up to the rules of attraction.
A mutual choice, or a balanced transaction…
But I keep coming back to you…
All you say and all you do
Fills my heart with something new.
I keep coming back to you…
Here a love so rare and true
Keeps me coming back to you…
Just ponder respect or rejection, neglection.
Or try to reflect on protection, projection.
It is cause and effect or just imperfection?
A subject once taboo leads me right back to you…
Well, I’ve played every hand, took it well past the limit.
No river too wide, I just had to swim it.
Grew out my hair and let no woman trim it…
But the stakes went too high and my wallet too thin.
I’d scream at the lifeguard and the tide rushing in.
Then I found myself back where I’d already been…
But I keep coming back to you…
All you say and all you do
Fills my heart with something new.
I keep coming back to you…
Here a love so rare and true
Keeps me coming back to you…
Ain't no wonder we're baffled about eatin' - ever'thing is taboo.
We're deluged by self-appointed gurus toutin' their points uv view.
Can't they desist and find somethin' more productive to do?
They can eat their tofu and water cress- I prefer a hearty stew!
The experts can't determine which is best, reg'lar coffee er decaf,
So I slurp my mornin' joe, settlin' fer a mug uv half n' half.
Fast foods ain't recommended but I'd fight fer Burger King Whoppers!
Ain't nobody tellin' me what I can er can't chomp on with my choppers!
Some folks say aigs is good fer you - some say they're not.
I eat 'em boiled, fried and scrambled - it don't mean diddley squat!
Another profound debate persists and causes me to muse,
Is whether it's wholesome er not to partake uv a snort of booze!
Seems these fellers jes' confound our lives and like to obfuscate,
Leavin' the rest uv us bewildered as they continue their debate.
My cholesteral, glucose and platelets wuz perfect in my last exam.
I've survived nigh four-score years eatin' pizza, cake and spam!
I guess its politically correct to engage in the latest dietary fad,
But in brief, here's the case uv my dear old Mom and Dad.
They et what they wanted and survived four-score years and more,
Never mindin' the cholesterol, fats and carbs that docs now abhor!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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