Today is the day
So be happy and gay
It’s the springtime, so play
And appreciate May
What’s that you say?
You need some more pay?
Well, I’d love to stay
But I’m allergic to hay
Way out on the farm
We’re taught by a marm
She uses her arm
To cause us alarm
Now she means us no harm
But when she turns off her charm
It’s enough to disarm
This young firearm
When I shoot from the hip
And I give lots of lip
I think I’m a trip
But let me give you a tip
This poem is nonsense
Inquiring of my grandparents to explain love,
Teasing grandpa said, "Togetherness alone pays."
I asked him, what's kept you together all these years?
"Tethers do not work, the secret is frequent hugs."
In short, what do you credit your long marriage to?
"Tough love means you don't always say what you're thinking."
Interesting, Grandpa, how you shoot from the hip.
The ball's in your court now; Granny, you have your say.
"Imagine love's like ball games, you win and you lose.
Teamwork means that each player has a job to do.
It's never about winning every single game;
There's those times when you win by losing, so it seems.
Indeed, God says, love others as you love yourself.
To place your partner in front of you is true love."
In retrospect, both my grandparents made their point;
They agree: love puts others first unselfishly.
August 20, 2022
Comes the serpent in splendid garments
Silky satins with purest white tatted laces
Most deceptive of all Satan’s devilish varmints
How we welcome his warm tender embraces,
Sometimes taking us on a most enjoyable trip
And we go along for those pleasures we crave
But remember he doesn’t shoot from the hip
And before we know it, he will a name engrave,
Claiming for his nefarious purposes intentional
Yes, all seems well on the surface as we thrive
Sometimes quite wonderfully, even sensational
But then a time comes when we take a nosedive,
Hopefully we’ll awaken to the cause of our grief
Seeking out the values we had long cast aside
And come to that faith in God, a spiritual relief,
In peaceful grace and security from thereon abide.
Written April 23, 2022
Last Night I Made Love With Spiderwoman
Clawlike fingers or are they nails painted bird fell on my windowsill calling my name ‘Felicity, Felicity!’ I gelled up with some cookie dough between the thighs crunch curse not the CXurse is kvnt open fingers entering oww ooh she nearly bit me neck bite tethered in braces she hovers over my lips sucking are they fangs? Kiss with golden tongue frolicking in the mouth so succulent her breath on my face lips of sweet papaya mango Mimi munchkin morning melt desirous delirous galavanting throw me over your shoulder WonderWoman! No she tells only the most serendipitous sensuous salts steaming from her brow hot legs shoot from the hip she has a gun it’s loaded pistol on your piston gunfire upload bullet for hire powderworks hut battle of the she grrls beautiful one last night I made love with Spiderwoman
CHALLENGES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
The Many Challenges, You Will Need to Conquer
Some Shallow, Others Deep, You Will Encounter
Stop and Ponder, Seldom Shoot from the Hip
Hurried Decisions Can Cause Prudence to Slip
Review Each Situation, Have Logical Solutions
Weigh Them Well, Avoiding Future Intrusions
Adapt Ethical and Moral Creeds as Your Guide
Maintaining Discipline Will Cause You to Thrive
The best results don’t of necessity arise from shooting from the hip
Where far from conforming to best practices, impulsive characters
Whip up antagonistic emotions which rip
Apart intended outcomes and incite detractors
Into a frenzy
Whose course of action
Hazy, sleazy and uneasy
Becomes a distraction
That not only torpedoes intended objectives but also introduces obstacles
Which add layers of unwanted complexity
That nothing short of miracles
Whose dexterity
Sorts out
By dint of sheer luck
Because clouds of doubt
Entering the fray suck and pluck
Oxygen from nascent possibilities
Slain
In the course of inserting insensibilities
Lain
Bare at the doorstep of ineptitude
Thrown into the mix
Alongside the wrong attitude
Fix
Stressed at an inopportune moment
To make a statement
Meant to comment
On a positive element
Fares badly unless a skilled diplomat recommends conciliation
To forge ahead determinedly towards a breakthrough
Obtained by virtue of a give and take mission
That yields best outcomes right on cue.
Fear of rejection can come to us all
Feeling alone like facing the wall
All the outside just staring in
If only they could see what is within
Not feeling the spirit from all around
Just want to hide, open up the ground!
Rejection can come in many forms
From playground antics and college dorms
It can even turn up in a relationship
Too change this one shoot from the hip
To tackle rejection do it head on
Find out why and remain strong
Is it emotional or is it social
Both of these are psychological
They can be treated and sorted out
But remain calm try not to shout
Rejection can cause anger and aggression
External and even inward explosion
Don't blame yourself as this you don't need
Find a safe place, breathe slowly or read
A reason for this thought you won't find
It's a receptor buried deep in the mind
Studies say it's from out evolutionary past
They managed, so keep calm have a blast
Emotional pain is hard to ignore
Stay positive and don't become a bore
Pick yourself up and find the light
Then your life will start to be bright
Keep working on the little things
Then you will find what happiness brings
Let'er rip my daddy alway says in reference to who busted the beans if you know what I mean
And speaking of wind to much seems to blow inside on capital hill it is a good thing
summer is almost here so at lease we can get a little relief the wind bags will go home for a break maybe even sail on a lake
What happen to religion did they cast it up on the wings of a pigeon who know where it fell down it is evident no many care for they do clown around
Now the time is near all will agree and I for one will meet and drop to one knee
For I am ready to walk inside see my family that has fell by and by I try not to judge
and I do believe he died on the cross so that I have a choice which will it be
Up or down just by the cross I chose like him to give him my all
Let er rip. - Shoot from the hip. Write using the meaning of this expression.
They were strangers
Yet they felt completely
Au fait with one another
They strolled through the fields of corn
Quite relaxed and at ease
They smiled as they talked
Each giving the other a shy smile
He held out his hand, they touched
Bells rung in their ears
As though they were reborn
They ran like two children at play
Exhausted they fell to the ground
In a bundle of legs and arms
Their lips touched, was like lighting
A touch paper
Feeling of wantoness ran through their veins
She gathered his manhood in her hands
Gently massaging him to full arousal
This was a no return situation
They made love , no they completed the act of lust
Her clothes in shreds where they were ripped away
Her virginity given willingly
within the roughness of the occasion
No thoughts of consequences
She didn't know his name
She knew his body
They knew it was a here and now situation
They parted with a passionate kiss
They had let er rip, and definitely shot from the hip
Memories they will treasure always.
A new life will be, because of the now
Penned March 20 2015
Don't Get Caught in the Looking Glass
I want to understand what it is that I see,
My goal is for truth and not what I want it to be.
What each of us perceive to be true,
Could be only our minds like so many do.
Hold on to the facts and don't let them slip,
Focus on what's real and never shoot from the hip.
The biggest flaw that I know I could have,
Is to assume too many things from the past.
Take all the facts and place them in frame,
Assemble the parts and don't assume blame.
When the pieces are together and gaps do appear,
Your picture of truth will soon be near.
Connect all the dots deep in within your mind,
And the logic will flow and the facts will shine.
The flow of the facts will fill the missing pieces,
You can understand truth and your knowledge increases.
-Not for any contest
I sip and I sip
As rhyme drips from my lips
I shoot from the hip
With inane useless quips
My pen is the arrow
That points at the page
The ink is the poison
That's spreading my rage
It has no indifference
And writes with disdain
About how I feel
Of this world gone insane
But also it speaks
Of love and desire
And feelings within
That burn with a fire
To have and to hold
The things that amaze
The pleasure that comes
From one simple gaze
The sun in the morning
The moon in the night
The song of the sparrow
The Earthly delights
And sometimes it brings
To front something more
Like pain of a sadness
Or joy of amore
The ink of my pen
Is the blood of my script
Recording my life
From my birth to my crypt
Rockman
on the outside I'm a diamond
my edges cut through glass
I am up for the challenges
rally to each task
I make the decisions
and stand by each one
I shoot from the hip
my aim is right on
inside I am soft, fragile as a pearl
lustrous I shine, but easily break
that's why I don't let very many get close
they will see the charade, and then it's too late
perfect I'm not...never claimed to be
I don't mean to maim others
and won't let them maim me
I tell you this first, as it all begins
you are one of the few, that I'm letting in
the rhyming comes easy
cadence makes its call
and I stand empty handed
with nothing at all
I shoot from the hip
but the aim is slightly off
and the target means nothing
nothing at all
I write the music
and you write the song
we sing it together
though we are alone
I hear the lyrics
and you feel the dance
when winter has ended
and we took a chance
we kiss and we part
and time passes quick
months have a way
of lighting a wick
the pleasures were ours
and we sing one last tune
but it is never quite over
for me and for you
I shoot from the hip, and it kicks a bit
it's not a bruise that will never heal
I line my worries up on the wall
pick them off, watch them fall
they shine bright, in afternoon light
lined up for me to see
as soon as one drops, another plops
right in the middle of me
taking aim, not laying blame
practice usually makes perfect
I'll give another try, till I get it right
and I can put this nine away
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