Do you see the serenity of my
misshaped machete?
A moment mistaken for a musical mystery,
Hold no hopes for this ballad my blade sings to you;
She only reflects the dreams on a dimmed dawn you once drew,
Foolishly flourishing for the finely crafted chaos,
When the writings on her walls bleed for the bruises you prey on,
Rest on the reflection she wove for you,
A closet you’ve locked, she wiggled her way into,
Do the realistic corners of what you seek have no light?
Did my mahogany mirror make you feel a little fright?
Was holding the hands of an echo a suggestive thrill?
Or would you rather have a minute and relearn the drill?
Dare not blame my beastly blade, wear no shade, since you stayed,
So lay your cards and pay the price you played.
O, dear poetry, how old are you?
give me a glimpse, The Story of Sinuhe
the art just might predate literacy,
before the birth of the written word, BCE
Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor the eldest fictious
the Epic of Gilgamesh on papyrus
the world’s oldest love poems, verselets
Homer’s ancient epics
Compositions made for spoken word
I finally found out from all I’ve heard
what my dear poetry means to me
the love of artistic lyrical spontaneity
learning of words using them expressively
or impressively, excessively, whatever it takes
with poetic license, there are no mistakes
Works that lead to electric elucidation
with rhythmic flow, meter and alliteration
my primo priority is; my poem pieces make sense,
with rhyme and my love for classic cadence
having the quality of amatory ambiguity,
steered adrift with ominous obscurity
strapping images of suggestive metaphors
I’ll write to inspire as do the troubadours…..
Harley’s favorite life began at Arkham
She reinvented herself
no longer a mere psychiatrist
now Joker’s lovesick groupie
she flashed from tame to wild
from mild to violent
a murderer now but still likeable
she pretends to be naïve; but she retains kindness
craving affirmation, she latches onto people she likes
selfish? Yes
Unstable? sure
An unstoppable force
Harley Quinn, with her faux innocence
highly suggestive, easily manipulated
an anti-hero villain you grow to love
Wear the green dress today
in the back of the closet.
The floor-length polyester blend
with little bicycles
peddling all over it.
Your kindergarteners
love to count the bicycles
as much as I do.
One, two, three, four
five, six, seven, eight,
(and turn around for more)
nine, ten, eleven, twelve
little bicycles.
I woke up early
to press the wrinkles out,
thinking of your freckled arms
fitting through the sleeves,
and the way you wiggle into it.
The dress still holds
the smell of citrus
perfume from before.
You sashay when you wear
long dresses on workdays.
I witness the subtle difference,
and the way you saunter,
and all your variations
color my life.
I enjoy, more than all,
the emerald fabric on you,
it has a suggestive rustle.
The heavy layers
over your toned, determined legs
is lovely to gaze at
when you strut through the kitchen.
And somewhere sleeping,
the sun in her pale and trying beauty,
has yet to drag itself
in lesser shades across the sky.
Choosing a dress for you
from your closet of forgotten colors
is still the life I want, and better
than anything outside.
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
This is a cheeky cover of John's festive suggestive...
So there goes my Christmas
What has Bazball done
Our Ashes tour over
Before it has begun
So a very merry Christmas
And a happy new year
At least Rooty got a ton
A Beauty for all to cheer
So there goes my Christmas
Test sh*tfest in the sun
The hosts in the clover
Us out gunned and out spun
So there goes my Christmas
Bazbull we will now shun
Silly supernova over
The nonsense now done
So a very merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Our boys did bend over
Were shaft*d up their re*r
So there goes my Christmas
Repeat defeat does still stun
Return to white cliffs of Dover
With the urn.. pull the other one
So there goes my Christmas
Brendon hope you had fun
The Ashes are over
Before they had begun
Bazball’s over…Bazball's over
The end ain't near tis already here
Bazball's over…Bazball's over now..
.
secretly
surrender'in
scantly shod (sylph's suggestive)
sun screen'd she
sweat soak'd she
screech'd
sizzling
soundz
synopsis'n
such sweet seks
surely slights
surreal
so
stoic
")
Like to think reality is simple,
one is born, lives, and dies;
nothing comes before nor after --
what one sees is all there is,
notion of spirit sure complicates
things...
And love should be simple
(so unlike love), better if
a mere chemical reaction
the concept of a heart that feels,
thinks outside its required beats
is mentally upsetting --
is spiritually suggestive...
I mean, the acceptance that thinking
is merely the process of cause-and-effect
plays mayhem with my personal
experiences, often befuddled by others --
Where are these stored illusions,
perhaps revealed when an autopsy
of the soul?
More rational for my senses:
reactions are from feelings;
a braining nothing alive without
a mind – life clearly connections
through an oblivious conduit body --
Atheism, an unsolvable mystery
Sam Adams found out
Via DNA testing
On Rosh Hashanah
He was part Jewish.
That he indeed
was part Jewish.
maybe 10% according to the DNA test
confirming family lore.
He went to dinner with Jewish friends
Celebrating his first Rosh Hashana
As a Jewish man.
the next day while touring the holocaust museum
For the first time in his life
Sam Adams encountered three young white MAGA boys
Wearing red hats and making
Sexually suggestive jokes about Jewish women
While they were touring the holocaust museum.
One wondered if the Nazi guards
Were given an opportunity
To have sex with Jewish women
Before they were killed.
Sam Adams was very angry
and wanted to confront the MAGA boys
But finally decided what the hell,
It probably would not
Make a difference
They might think that he was just
An old Jewish man.
And dismiss his complaints.
The holocaust museum moved him deeply
And he vowed to himself
that he would do all he could to make sure
The world would never see another holocaust.
The perfect indication
a smirk, with some flirtation
a special night
for dating
do you wanna dance with me
Suggestive comments got me thinking
that atta-bouis
and all that winking
laning on me
got me thinking
you wanna dance with me
aint got the right stuff for staying
work in the morning my Boss aint
playing
But you got me wanting
some forward thinking
the night aint through
when the band finishes playing
I got a kiss
after a whisper
the gentlemen said
she called me her Mister
Right night
the romance of the mmusic
dancing
smiling and grooving
what a night
what a romantic evening
got a foolish man
beleiving
take my time
clm all the feelings
freshen up for a specail evening
Attended a garden party
full of fun
from dusk 'til dawn
filled with laughter
next door on the lawn
awoke the morning after
the night before
arose to wash
my hands and face
packed my bag
just in case
all was quiet
around the house
nothing heard
not even the spouse
what now where next
who really knows
always the eternal question
allow me now to propose
I'm open to suggestion
I Once Warned Ai
That It's Very
Suggestive:
To Cl-Ai-m A
Pregnant Camel
Has Three
Humps.
Humor Is
Simple-E Magic.
-Gray Squirrel
07-23-2025
On the stage, the pre-teen girls
Displayed their hip hop moves,
As sequins sparkled while the dancers
Got into their grooves.
Though just a dress rehearsal,
Make-up gleamed on lips and eyes
And you could spot the older selves
Their bodies did disguise.
Yet even with suggestive thrusts,
Their innocence shone through.
Of grown-up sexuality,
These girls had not a clue.
And that was wonderful to see,
Especially because
My grandchild was among those dancers
Waiting for applause.
What‘s better than a biscuit?
Hard to debunk
Treasure trunk funk
Should you let
It get wetter
Would you dare risk it?
The trick a quick dunk
Or could flunk..flick..kerplunk..
Mushy chunk sunk..messy junk
Slushy slunk..in the tea you drunk
So at your leisure
Pleasure one’s self
Don’t regret your stealth
Forget your health
Wealth beset on the shelf
So feeling restive?
Yearn for a digestive?
Appealing…suggestive
No shock..dark choc
What else will cut the mustard
With a brew…for a few bob
Recurring theme..does seem
Will always dream
About a custard cream
Almost sob…as I Lob
A hob-nob in me gob
Ta pour more cha
In fine fettle
Be a slob
Turn on the kettle
Bickies in the jar
On the sofa settle
Sins within tins
Spurn concern
Ignore the racket
As
Hats do doff
Knew from the off
On a roll
The sole goal
Quaff another cuppa
Down your cake hole
Scoff the whole packet!
This advertisement by ETSY is inappropriate. It depicts a greeting card of a man getting excited down there. And it crosses the line in the sand of what's decent and what's not. This picture is definitely distasteful and sexually suggestive, especially on a site that promotes its self as being family friendly.
It's like I'm visiting a public beach that's sunny and always family friendly and are suddenly blindsided by the dark clouds of nude bathers.
It's not right. It's not right for the kids. It's not right period.
A disapproving voice(s) is needed here so this complaint weighs on PS' conscious, where the decision is totally up to them to allow their cash cow to frolic in a meadow of immorality or to censor the picture.
It's in their hands.
But I hope they use the same morality as they do in censoring a list of banned poet's word, which in my opinion pales in comparison to that picture.
connie pachecho
3/29/25
Note-I thought about enclosing the image of the greeting card but it falls under PS terms of conditions that doesn't allow pornographic cartoons ... the irony. A train wreck will do.
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