The Democratic Unity Dinner (DUD)

A fellow Vietnam war Veteran
Who joined to fight for God and Country. He
Was brave and strong, a true American,
Who fought so that the Homeland could be free.
The leading Democrats all are praising their
New found war hero. Finally the cheers
For what we did and suffered fill the air,
Though over due by years and years and years.
I am so proud to see the unity
Of Democrats all standing, smiling, hands
Clasped, raised above their heads, to shouts of glee,
Ignoring past political demands.
There mantra used to be, “Make Love, Not War.”
Now Kerry’s praised by Clinton, Carter, Gore….

Yesterday's Wind, Tomorrow's Sigh

I remember just how we began,
and not so long ago — the way we were!
Flung roses, and a blizzard of allure,
a scent of passion raked the caravan
that bore us to the joy we must endure
in making woman of child, man of man.
Neither in far nor out far, but we ran
the scales of desire in aching pure.

And now no more the wind — a feeble breeze
or none at all cloys in the fetid air,
chokes remembrance of the singing day
that brought us each, together, to our knees,
weeping prayers of joy. Now we rot here,
sick of the roles we force our souls to play.

(really, really bad. I'm proud.)

Fucking in Central Park

Why does everyone deride
those who like to play outside?
How hard is it to just decide
to grin and bare your sinful side?

We could do it in the rain.
We could park in Lover's Lane.
We could do it on a train
or if you'd like, we'd take a plane.

Yes! We could do it in the sky!
We could do it as we fly!
There's a club called "Mile High"
we could join it, you and I.

Or would you rather, as a dare,
get naked at a County Fair?
Could you ignore each wide-eyed stare
and frolic sans your underwear?

Why cant you ever, just for me,
let go of your false modesty?
Drop your blue-jeans! Shed your tee!
Romp in blissful nudity!

It's all about your attitude.
Natural things are never lewd.
So what if others think us rude -
there's nothing wrong with being nude.

Why is it that you always say
"Naked things are indoor play?"
If you could keep false pride at bay,
I'd show you fun a whole new way.

Perhaps this will sound awfully stark,
(and if you must, we'll wait 'til dark)
but someday, sometime, as a lark,
just fuck me, please, in Central Park.

Lo
{well, we all know someone had to write it.}




[This message has been edited by Lo (edited September 17, 2004).]

Lo - isn't that the sequel to an old Dr. Seuss? The one that started: Look what I found in the park in the dark!.

Thomas, when you find your rightful category, it all becomes as natural as breathing.

Lo

You scare me sometimes. You know that, don't you?

But I'll look you up next time I'm over the border (heh-heh). Of course, that ought to scare you *grin*

Shards Of His Soul


Shards of his soul
are limned upon your face.
Orgasmic rictus scars
your dying lips. Your whole
is less than half your arse
and his disgrace.
Too many drinks
weigh heavy on your hips.
Boyhood and war
are what your father gave
as mother swore
she’d hate him to the grave.
Alzheimer love is no love in the end--
cancer and gin were both
your mother’s friend.
Life is a bad sestina repetend
played on a concertina
round the bend.

[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited September 18, 2004).]

What to say?
These are all so brilliant.
Janet, life's a bad sestina repetend, how true, ah, how true.
And Lo...love it.
Best wishes,
David

I couldn't make up my mind which was the worst title of these two ...


Shards of my Soul

Oh that I may express the wondrous pain of it all
That inexplicable, that thing that shatters us whole
But what can mortals say to mitigate that fall
Now all at once I'm broken into shards of my soul



Tears of my Heart

I plumb the depth
of unrequited love ...
tears of my heart.

The only one
I'm thinking of ...
tears of my heart.

I'll not forget
my turtle dove ...
tears of my heart.

I pray each day
to God above ...
tears of my heart.

Since no one has tried the giblets, I'll go for that.

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giblets on the grass alas,
if you see some, don’t just pass
smear some on your little pinkie
eat it up all nice and stinkie,

wrap in skin of bandersnatch,
and bury in a pumpkin patch.
Wait 6 years and dig them up,
and serve in a persimmon cup.
They will have grown some luscious legs
filled with delicious earthworm eggs.

Then cut chunks into bouillabaisse
and serve with rancid bordelaise,
or use in giblet jumbalaya,
mixed with mousse dung mozarella.
Spice with hot scorpion in quenelle
Let is swish around your belly.

Eat it near to your friend John
You may throw it all back anon.