Cookery Programs
Chunky fists hit the kitchen sink...hard
on every TV channel.
So manly, they are not queers
but 100% men,
No flowery aprons for us.
Cooking was what women did before,
but no more,
Now you get the Sunday roast with added
aggression and swearing.
The kitchen has been turned into
a battlefield of egocentric men who´s
The ambition is to be the best in
the rarefied world of cookery
It is not about you, the diner.
When the kitchen soldiers put food
on your plate,
They try to make it into a work of art
When all you wanted was a steak and fried onions
at a friendly price.
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
Talking to people
Circles of fear
Straight lines and queers
The conscious mirror drops narrator's tears
Never forgetting the bird with transparent wings
Zombies walking in and out of their mouths
Left me standing
No bottom
No escaping a loss soul bottom soul top
They love the way you make things worse so greater is great
So the better is undeniably good
Spinning their talk
Deafening me with Yoko cranked
Taken a stand
On the ceiling
A copy cat killer
A perfect dance
The normal down side of a meow romance
The absent prodigal
Speaking from the crypt
We won't be back home
Talk is about them
Famous bullock pills
Who runs the show
Is it crow
King of confusion
A city without a home
The paint loving train
Not difficult to hear the choo
Too crazy to salute
Gay adults use to be
Gay children.
We grew up in our own
Secret prison.
Emotional torture by
People that hate.
We are born tempting the
Hand of fate.
Verbal abuse with ******
Slurs.
We learn fast how to
Be diverse.
Ridiculed behind religious
Bigotry.
A lot of us grew up with
Toxic hostility.
We lost some good ones along
The way.
Suicide looked better than
Another day.
Others died at the hands,
Of A hateful rage.
An all-out gay-bashing,
Bloody rampage.
This is the start of the holocaust
Against queers.
We hide in closets and live
In fear.
Third Reich fascism from
The GOP.
It starts with the drag queens
In Tennessee.
TURBO1904?
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
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”!
the quiet question quarries
the quiet quarter queers queasily
the quiet quote quilts questionably
the quiet quit queries questioningly
the quiet queue quizzes qualm quails quaintly silent yet quiet
10/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
by Michael R. Burch
for the Religious Right
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
and "Hell is for Queers" on the back of my shirt.
And I uphold the Law,
for Grace has a Flaw:
the Church must have someone to drag through the dirt.
I've got ten thousand reasons why Hell must exist,
and you're at the top of my fast-swelling list!
You're nothing like me,
so God must agree
and slam down the Hammer with His Loving Fist!
For what are the chances that God has a plan
to save everyone: even Boy George and Wham!?
Eternal fell torture
in Hell's pressure scorcher
will separate *****from Man.
I'm glad I'm redeemed, ecstatic you're not.
Did Christ die for sinners? Perish the thought!
The "good news" is this:
soon My Vengeance is his!,
for you're not the lost sheep I sought.
Keywords/Tags: Religion, Christ, Christianity, Jesus, Heaven, Hell, Gay, Homo, Homosexual, *****, Queers, Law, Grace, Save, Salvation, Eternal Torture, Redeemed, Sinner, Sinners, Sheep, Shepherd, Vengeance, Satire, Parody
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
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.
I came down from the stars
To Jiven up this planet
I'd seen it from afar
And thought that ut was ****.
I thought I had the answers
Maybe I, could change the world
If I could make you dancers
And let your freak-flags unfurl.
I made it in the charts
You'd not heard stuff like this
I made it to your hearts
I hope my words they didn't miss.
I gave you all my songs
And filled your minds with new ideas
There's no way Love is wrong
In the Trans, Straights or the Queers.
If you Love and be yourself
You won't hurt those in your way
If you try your best to help
You get the most out of each day.
I played the game of fame
An traveled round from town to town
Until the whole world knew my name
And recognised that Bowie sound
and recognised that Bowie sound.
But now my time has come
So please don't have a sad heart
My work here is all done
And I'll leave you, Mr Blackstar.
insanity abounds,
but not bad as it sounds,
the white coat men appear,
and get ya by the ear,
are yelling loose the hounds,
but yer outa bounds,
till soon yer outa town,
where no one interferes,
cept some frail ole queers,
its all goood so don't frown,
says johnson so sincere
Light
eluded in order to maintain the skin white
by darkness
has crafted
the character
flexed arms of
legacy bestowed Cross
have wipe out
everything
that didn't want to become a reason for hate
but, God adores equilibrium
that's why he created queers.
Cookery Programs
Chunky fists hit the kitchen sink...hard
on every TV channel.
So manly they are we are not queers
but 100% men,
no flowery aprons for us.
Cooking was what women did before,
but no more,
now you get the Sunday roast with added
aggression and swearing.
The kitchen has been turned into
a battle field of egocentric men who´s
ambition is to be the best in
the rarefied world of cookery
It is not about you the diner.
When the kitchen soldiers put food
on your plate,
they try to make it into a work of art
when all you wanted was a steak and fried onions
at a friendly price.
Wheel of fears and cheers etched tears in my years
swirling me to rumination that queers.
Lessons, I learned streak golden souvenirs
enlightening me in every frontiers.
Imprudent dusts blurred and hardened my heart,
tears on the wind rescued fiercely aghast
allowing me to behold rainbow skirt...
Firing my bravery ever not hush!
Onions in my eyes upraise bitterness,
drained my strength awhile, but without delay
same tears uphold me to deliverance
encompassing to each dawn - twilight lay.
Tears on the wind, my soulful song prayer.
Amazing grace revealed through all dried tears.
Tears - a heaven rain for my whole new birth
bathing my heart and soul wholly with mirth.
© O. E. Guillermo
11:23 am
May 22, 2014
Sponsor Vicky Tsiluma
Contest Name I'll be back!
Placed First.. to God be the greatest glory.
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