Long Unmentionables Poems

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Premium Member The Clothesline

Two metal T's with wire line in-between
a place to hang washed clothes that you cleaned
Wooden clothespin to pinch and hold
even unmentionables to the world you showed
The sunny sun and warm wind
would in no time dry all of them
Sheets and shirts smelled like spring
fresh and bright was everything
Hanging blankets across all lines
became tents and shade during kids playtime
Beating a rug so dust would fly
those simple days now goodbye
Colorful neon painted machine
dries your clothes after washed and clean
Somehow it's not like summers of long ago
or using wooden racks inside during days of cold
Like the sleeves of a shirt waving in the wind
the old clothesline has come to an end
Form: Rhyme


UNMENTIONABLES

In this life you have to be prepared for unmentionables,
don't pretend they don't exist, can't have daisies, sunshine
all the time, my imagination or is it a female problem?
Guys are tough, don't care, poet plays to the gallery.

God must be laughing in his office, look at them -
I gave them everything and look how they f..... up,
you think he's sad, so why doesn't he do something?
Warnings - climate change, alien invasion, free will, don't care.

You believers think that we will all be saved in paradise,
dream on, what makes you think you deserve anything?
Time is short (yours), so lighten up, laugh at sex hey,
your lot in life before you turn into a pillar of salt.

Toomorwow, rethink that everything merits some kudos,
don't hide your cheque book, accept I was right after all.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member S I N A

The zoo’s a peep show for kids —
excoriation from the
Society for Indecency to Naked Animals.

Bare chested is fine
but clothe their behinds.

The tailors stay busy
snipping and sewing
animal clothing.

A Buck Henry Hoax,
not too kind to Mr. Ed,
for the jowls of his butt
are looking red
and rather put out.

The sin-na shouts
at Jackie O
to dress her horse
and air-drops shorts
to cover unmentionables
on pornographic farms.

A group started for laughs
but many joined the cause…

P.E.T.A.’s cousin perhaps —
afterall, wearing fur’s a sin-na!

6/4/2019

The acronym S.I.N.A. Was pronounced “sin-na”

No One In Particular - In the Wake of Our Dreams

No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)

We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers

Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates a title
and words have only meaning
for others who chose to read
and believe that each day
is a jewel in the crown of the month

Floating on seas of discontent
even though heart shaped sails
reflect on horizons
much closer than they appear
but still so far away
that silhouettes resemble unmentionables
as others keep a watchful eye
for anything that even seems
like a tide fueled rumor,
just because they can

Still, we don’t look like they do,
maybe because our visions come through
a brilliant sunrise and we realize
we do need somebody 
and we won’t hesitate to cherish,
quietly of course,
those who come to touch us
in the wake of our dreams,
hiding in plain sight,
disguised as no one 
in particular

Premium Member Satisfied Cat

Satisfied cat can sleep at the drop of a hat.
She can squeeze herself into those, this and that.
We find her asleep this morning in a goldfish bowl.
She is snoring away, like a fisherman without a pole.
Yesterday she was asleep in my underwear drawer.
She patted down my unmentionables until they were sore.
The day before she was asleep in a milk crate outside.
Luckily we knew she sometimes chooses this place to hide.
Our cat is unruffled, she can sleep anywhere.
With loud snoring sounds, she shows no one a care.
She is the cat who only puts up with us two times a day.
When were put out her kibble or put water in her electric tray.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Losing My Mind

Do you ever feel like you are losing your mind,
Stand up and speak ~ would you feel so inclined.
Enter a room and ask yourself why you are there,
Re-tracing every step, trying to become aware.
Or telling a great story then you get halfway,
You think, now what exactly was I going to say.
Drive to the grocery store to buy a thing or two,
Once home you find you forgot the main item, stew.
You meet a friend in the store, you know her face,
What’s her name ~ you feel like such a disgrace.
You plan a dinner for friends that cannot be missed,
But you have to write all the menu details on a list.
Ask your husband a question and he answers no,
Now did he say yes or no, I forget, ~ oh say it isn’t so.
Friends reassuringly say its your age, it’s just stress,
I worry for my family, terrified for myself, I must confess.
My Mom died of Alzheimer's, a disease of the mind
The loss of mental function and quality of life is unkind
There’s nothing that can be done, so I sit and wait
To see if I will end up like my mother, a terrible fate. 


*The most common cause of dementia is Alzheimer Disease.  It estimated there are 35.6 million people with dementia worldwide.  The economic cost is $604 billion (US dollars) in 2010. *  Reference: World Alzheimer Report 2010.  Alzheimer Disease International.



Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest
“Unmentionables”
Won 7th place
© Lee Ramage  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Borg

The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed.
He opened the eyes of his wired covered head…
and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me
in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind
wondering if he knows who I am…
To pick a brane that waves to man
is to ride inside the soul of a woman.
He opened the door to my forbiddens…
He fondled my unmentionables 
....and found my hiddens.
A trail he left like a beast in my beauty
I wonder if he knew I was dancing slowly
”...LowQ.tis… you’re old school….”
Remember the day when I was wired too?
Since then there’s been a change
I have remote control right over a range
Of infinity… oh! Collective memory?
Strange arrangement of destiny?
I was bord… so I changed the Uni.Verse. ;)

Do you know where you are?
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
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