People and Things, a mother-daughter Blog

June 13, 2009

All the Things I Hear-Lesley

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It’s not rain falling,
These trees are being preserved to die.
I don’t get it;
I don’t want to face the danger,
With all the browned out,
Lullaby.

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December 24, 2008

Lithesome Tag-Lesley

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The truth is that verse in Ephesians 5 recognizes the differences in males and females in Christian marriage and assigns different roles for. I really like this poem because it is the description between the differences in each for thoughts on romantic sex.

It’s A

Lithesome Tag

 

No one locates it deep inside

It’s just yours

They can’t find it

Even if they look

Yet, it’s pliant

 

Then one day some

Bee’s wondering ways

come round

Old in town

Knows where to

Shake it up

 

Bring you out

Find the spot that

Seems to hide

Just enough

To keep you

Confiding

in your place,

Your mark

 

There he flies

Bending

For you

Saying the words that

Connect

In the dark

With your eyes

Closed

And he doesn’t even have wings

 

Yeah…

 

No moon light

To show you

Anything

 

Just wringing round

Hearing sounds like

uh uh

 

Finding peaks half way

Finding buttons

Down rays

Of sparkling dark

night

 

Lithesome tag

He realize it

And he’s got you twirling

round and round

His life

Right now

 

To surreptitious

Unshared

Yet, with Bee you

Bare

Everything

 

Even though it’s still dim

You covet him

Down there

With your lips

You have no wings either

But, delicious

 

He likes your

Comfort

For now yet, only hours

Have knowledge

of this place

 

and no friends can

find any space

to save you

 

iniquity

to some

who would not

dare to come

to this hint

 

you have argued before

that a tag

is for sure

an open door

and now you know

it

 

Bee, he’s not through

With you

Just building lag

For your embodiment

 

When he’s done

When you’ve quit

Are you sure he won’t

Come back

Steal this

 

hush-hush

its just a lithesome tag

and you wanted Bee

to find it…

December 20, 2008

FORTRAN, formula translator-Lesley

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So I am worried about my son going to Costa Rica with his asshole dad

who last year tried to throw him in jail in an airport, brought the cops up to question him

about nothing…they finally asked my boy…is this man bothering you?

 

Now because of some quirk of money the dad, mother fucker, can afford to take him to Costa Rica, and against my own apprehensions I said it will be a good experience……..kinda…..if the boy is arrested in an airport out of the country what do I do?

 

 

 

 

Angle to the left

not knowing what’s next

It’s something I want to say

 

I don’t fucking

Care what day

 

I don’t FUCKING  care

 

Isn’t that what you said

To me over an over again

I do care…

 

In some forbearing way

 

it’s

 

only relative

yeah

December 18, 2008

Piss Your Pants-Lesley

 

How would that happen?

 

For many of the world besides the United States, it could be

what  happens when a bomb just exploded-

next door of your house,

instead of across the street,

 

Or maybe, in the USA

It could be

Some magnificent  theatrical work,

 

As a kid,

you watch a magician,

pull a rabbit out of a hat,

 

It could be all of that-

Instead of laugh,

Piss Your Pants.

 

 

 

December 1, 2008

Libraries and MAMAMMMAMAAAMAMMAAAAs-Lesley

One more peak experiene in my life that happened when I worked in the public library.

 

There was a group of mentally challenged individuals who visited more than

most patrons. One morning at the information desk, I was asked to come over by one man

who said he wanted me to help him,

to help his friend,

email his mother,

When I arrived at the public computer, a man with cerebral palsy sat infront of the screen

holding

a piece of paper in his hand.

When his mother had phoned last she gave him her email…..nice eh?

 

 

One soul

making me cry

Even before

I walked up to him

 

Sitting there

Looking at the screen

An OPAC

Wanting his mama

 

His friend

Had come to me

At the desk,

to say,

 

“My friend

Wants to send

An e mail,

To his

 

MAMAMAMAMAMAMMMMMMMAAA

 

I understood his special needs

But it was

Beyond me

to help them both

Even when I tried 

 

In fact,

I feel,

I failed.

 

MAMAMAMAMAMAMMMMMMMAAA

 

Yeah me.

 

 

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