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.
I am whatever where ever
I am all Directions
All circumstances every condition
For lack of a better word
I am the notion within the motion
Let us move mountains let us
Start the shouting on our earth
Heavens worth scream until it
Hurts I am small I am all I am
Two I am one I am both I am
Oath I am I am father I am
Mother I move I recover
Uncovered Forward to the
Principles of unmentionables
Therefore I am more I am peace
I am war
I am amazement I am age
Age I am time. Be amazed
I am all everything you do not
Understand at my command
Learn spread the word be heard
Know THIS I am friend I am
Friend not foe do not slow I am
One I am NAME UNKNOWN
My throne? I am the voice make
Your choice cause the noise
I am WE are here I am we are
Many I am we are here we are we
Are here I am
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.
In church, kneel down, stand up, give the priest room.
Week to week, “fruit of the vine,” his voice booms.
Mistake a doozy.
Priest’s a bit woozy.
Proclaims from the pulpit, “fruit of the loom.”
10/10/2020
*Unmentionables - another name for men’s underwear
**Fruit of the Loom - Brand name of underwear
***True story!
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”
Family get togethers are so much fun
provided you stick to the rules.
Greet everyone with a smile.
Get them talking about themselves.
Don't compare nor gloat.
Set the timer to 'it will be over soon'.
Keep topics neutral; arguments deflated.
Keep unmentionables hidden away.
Don't say the obvious, keep anger at bay.
Small talk, short talk - in small short doses,
spread evenly around the room.
You can survive, unruffled, uninjured
by keeping it all short and sweet.
Happy........Whatsoever.
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
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
We move like we're navigating through cobweb strands
draped from corners where loneliness hangs
we bend like warm plastic, our bodies
conforming into just the right fit
the slightest move and I type
unmentionables...
floating between raindrops
and remain untouched.
I could be your Neo, and you, the program
I try to alter. Successfully failing
I see two or three sequels
trapped with you
unplugged and hooked to love
in a black widow affair
daring you, to meet me
up close and personal
Kiss chance
make my lips stick
Like the end of a silver spoon and live current
I long to be childish with you
So electric, our heat cools fire.
Amplified high like a tired butterfly.
Tonight, I want to be mesmerized
with cannibalistic dine-ability.
I title this: Devour
as I struggle to break free
caught in your silk laden kisses
taking what you need from me
Swingin' it in sunshine almost
barefoot skippin' o'er the
grassy courtyard breathin'
freedom.
Smiles you flash
eventually catch
attention to unmentionables.
Air quivers
skin slithers through
broad shoulders dark
flanked supremely.
Wave and wave back.
I've never talked about
When we caught you out
You were spotted in the car
Though the distance was quite far
In your mouth, a roll of paper?
Yes, we saw that little caper
When I dropped down to the club
Saw you hide that half burnt stub
Secret smoker I saw you
and the lengths that you went to
But I thank you father dear
For abstaining when we're near
All these years remained unmentioned
these quiet thoughts I left them shunned
I'm so glad now you've stopped smoking
lost the cough, ditched the whole thing
You've gone years with out a puff
So I'm ending here, that's quite enough
I'm in trouble, now you see
'cos dad reads my poetry
Contest : Unmentionables
Unplaced
THINGS NOT TO MENTION
Condoms in the Vatican
Soul music to the klansman
Pork chops to the rabbi
Bomb joke on an aircraft in the sky
Children and any green vegetable
Supersize to the catwalk model
Thirteen to the superstitious
England to the Irish
Neighbour’s dog to the snoozing cat
Fat to Jack Spratt
Beer to a teetotaler
Tea to a beertotaler
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Written for Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest “Unmentionables”
U nderwear was once taboo
N ow is flaunted on t.v. screens
M en's boxers/briefs, women's bras/panties
E volving (or declining) moral values
N egate former prudish sentiments
T ampon commercials now the norm
I gnorant minds become informed
O ur private agonies are fully aired
N ausea, diarrhea, erectile dysfunction
A ll formerly private matters
B ecome readily discussable
L eaving no subject out of reach
E nlightened minds say "let it all hang out"
S oon nothing will be unmentionable
For Debbie's Unmentionable contest
Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle lines drawn in a battle indeed.
We circle each other like birds of prey,
thinking of that explosive day
that we both know will come with a great thrill
when like raptors we swoop in for the kill.
For space to be had that doesn’t exist,
ironies aplenty, it’s life with a twist.
Irons and curlers and blow dryers too,
for goodness sake, what’s a man supposed to do?
At every visit I eyeball the hair
that grows by the day, stuck to the “Skin Care.”
Things wadded up in the waste basket,
oft overflowing like a yawning casket.
A place for dead things, unmentionables too,
then I think of my vows when I said “I love you”.
If a couple survives bathroom things,
chances are good they’ll keep wearing their rings.
But half of that space should be for the groom,
for heaven's sake, I too need room.
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?
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