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Porkpie Charlie
Geno Cattouse Jan 2013
Porkpie Charlie
There he is the little dude with the brown paper
bag Sticking out of his right back pocket.
Taking quick swigs and casting furtive glances
dude is taking major chances. You see.
He knows a lot about who shot John.

A little brown lid perched risky on his matted head
This cat has mastered Newton , he is a highfalutin Playa
real soothsayer. He tips another swig either that or blow his wig
just at the corner of irrelevant and vine. drinking cheap wine.

His blanket has long blown way down the avenue with
yesterday's news as Pork-pie charlie hums the blues counting
cop cars by the ones and twos. Hustler's delight on the far corner
trying to sell something that he never owned. A dip is a guy who picks your pocket.

Oh I see the golden glint of a small gold locket in his stealthy palm
Minutes before it was going south on fifth street tucked away neat.
Now the price of a fix. Pork-pie sees all tells all. That is why he
is missing some teeth well, one reason why.

He just missed his bus and is kicking up dust
Oh well miss one catch one. Old guy in burgundy slacks
Run down shoes slowed him down as he rolled on the ground stood
and dusted off. Charlie smiles then he doffs just another day in Paradise.

A  fixture a mixture of pathos and primp
still thinks he is a **** but only when the
spirit hits from the ***** top green bottle.
Pork-pie charlie will never die he has a recruit in the wings
showing him things. Like the old soft shoe and
other tricks to fill up his hat.

Hey mister, you got any spare change.
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Pow Wow
Geno Cattouse Oct 2014
Pow Wow
Had a chat with my
    Gat last night.Ruger P90
"Patience son" he said.
            " my job is spittin lead"
        He said." Not rhetoric"
"Pokelickin is for fun" said the gun.
Lickshot is not..
          So no skylarkin when P90 gets to barking.
      Lets think this thing through. Consider what you do before not after.
"Patience "
Said the gun.
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Prankin or Crankin
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
Prankin or Crankin
Call me.
Mia Culpa.  I Got the wrong
Number sorry. who is this.Who is this?
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pretty tonite
Geno Cattouse May 2013
pretty tonite
Step outside and look at the nite sky.
That's how I feel when I look at my. Love. Like
A twinkling stara lit warm summer cover.
But not quite the same as my sweet tender lover.

Seems funny and weird because sometimes we fight.

And my heart reaches out to her .sad and contrite.
She is forever lovely. To me a delight

My darling I'm sorry.
I was wrong you were right and greater than that.
You are lovely tonite.
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Pretzel Logic
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Pretzel Logic
She walked barefoot in the desert and wore desert boots to bed.
My baby was topsy turvy dipsy swervy crossed up curvy clean out of her head.
A cast iron face that kept the truth bound and shackled.
Deep inside her head.
Self deception was her stock in trade and every choice she ever made was reasoned Wearing blinders.The snake that ate her tail
Her logic was.
Circular in nature no ending or beginning. Which guaranteed her winning
Regardless.
But only in her twisty wheelhouse.
Crazy as aa ******* rat.
Twisting facts into tasty pastry.

Seving them up on shiny ware.
Neither here nor either there
Calculating slipknot tension
Telling tales too tall to mention
The daughter of the pretzel maker
Part deluded.Rabid faker.
Pretzel logic
Pretzel minded.
Twisted now and twisted later.
Down the road I go.
See Steely Dan.
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Pulmones (Lungs)
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Pulmones (Lungs)
The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger
a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook
I used to hate to touch them.******* eyes staring
Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp.

I was Huck Fin Carribean
Bare foot and rural as heck
Dirt ring around my neck
The dusty roads
humid.

The sweltering heat and the river would meet us
in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the
Picado road to river's edge.
A cranky dory sat tied of
for our convenience with a paddle or two.

We pushed of and fought the tide
to get us safe to the other side.
Aunt Doris would stand with'
arm akimbo a cigarette burning
between index and middle
a tiny smile stayed put.

The  Muttruce , as we named it
Flourished because no one would eat it
so the river teemed with catfish and puffy.
we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat
but that bias died when the market for him found Belize.
Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed *******.

Dont know if they are on someones menu now.
They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished.
high priced export on the orient express I guess.

Price of popularity is no privacy
eaten to extinction.

Head up , eyes open
mouth closed.
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Punani
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
******
Man, I been admayrin that thing from small.
Before I even know what it called.
All island man an west indian love it so.
All the while was a kama sutra thing.
Originate from da Coolie man.

Puni mek man sell him soul
Give up money and comfort
Lose silver an gold.
Now dont get defensive nor play you card close.
See.
Is a natural beauty a gift send from heaven.
Ladies you got the best seat in da house.
Cause a good dose a puni mek man outa mouse.
Mek man beat up him chest.Roar like wild lion.
So
All praises due an nuff respec.
To the flower with power
Love ya ta death.
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Punchline
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Punchline
In the square circle your reality is sudden you see
what is your intent ?
I mean when one has to face the inner , not winner or loser.
But brutal. no negotiation. No verbal Panzy assery.
How do you assign pain.

In the square circle that is. That is blood for blood.
Blow for blow. Most people tip toe. Dont wanna know.
We should all be made to go. toe to toe
In the square circle.. How barbaric say ye.

Talk is cheap. ink on paper a mere vapor.
Gladiatorial. All we are saying .. is give peace a chance.
There are greater tests. how does one best Cancer or say living on a stoop.
after days in paradise.No time to think twice.

Go take a dance in the circle. Pillar to post.
A brutal analogy. How would you be. Why would one bother?

Next time you see a dumb pug with cauliflower ears and a rearranged mug.
Think it through. How would you do in a moment of truth facing the brute
He wont listen to reason He wont negotiate.

Next stop. Normandy. Pork chop hill.The Mekong.Baghdad......

The square circle takes many forms just wont conform to the norms.
Havoc will be imposed. on the open mind or the closed.

Real men die for reasons why ?
Fodder. Step through the ropes for a thrice
Feel if you have the  fire or ice.

Then take a warm shower and slide behind the wheel
to a warm meal and Dancing with the stars.
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Purchase
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Purchase
It taunts me. To rip tendon from limb.
High climbing inspired without and within.

My feet are dug in as I press to the wall. Exhale and
Cling tighter or else I will fall.

Purchase.my right index finger must reach out now and grasp
The next handhold swiftly or the moment will pass.

To hesitate now is a plummeting fall.so
Seize the moment.

Now....Now....Now...........................
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Put a rush on it
Geno Cattouse Dec 2015
Put a rush on it
Just massage or a little  bit and pass it up
Bring it up.
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Quasar
Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
Quasar
Let us go see.
what happened since.
We left.
We let.

The wind blow long.
The Orb burn.
Tempest howled.
Poles froze.

Let we take flight.
A small trip.
My ship.
Blue orb.

Look what we made.
Odd creatures they.
Small bodies.
Small minds.

They like big explosions.
And rocket ships.
They seek.
They wonder.

They cannot look inward.
Stars beckon. come
Come children.
Come children.

Their journey is ending.
The journey to dust.
To us .
To us.
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Queen
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Queen
Her name was Diana.
She was my queen. Her eyes soulful
Her spirit was clean.
I betrayed her love. With cold calculation.
Numbers .

Choices shaped by urgent circumstance.
The scales tipped away.

She spoke to me from a far place untrod .

I saw her in the flesh again. The woman stood next to me.
A total stranger. She spoke with care and compassion though
Her voice was not the same.The spirit arced the void.The eyes.

Her  body was a replica down to the way she stood. The face older,
the lines less sharp.
Her husband stood by quietly as we moved in the queue.
A prop. Voiceless.

Then and there I knew.
Diana had touched me over the years but she never came to me
This way. I struggled.
But I  could not. Make.the leap and so
She went her way with.    Strange goodbyes.

I knew she waited for me.
She said she.would in life.
She had forgiven my betrayal

Oh how she loved me. And oh how I loved her so.

She spoke to me from the grave. Her power was
Always pure love.
The breezes blew the flame from her candle
Her candle stood alone in the whipping wind.
Where I left her standing

Years ago I left her standing as the world cruelly closed in.
The hounds of her existence claimed her.
She will be mine again.
Those eyes that so engulfed me.

That heat that ever loved me.
Goodnight my sweet. Rest again.
My journey leads back to you.

In time the circle will close.
Goodnight my queen.
I know that you await.
Rest my queen.
Unspoken as before.

The boatman
Stands  on the far bank.
His fare in hand.
I love you.
I always have done.
Read THE LINK. This happened on veterans day as I stood in line to board The U.S.S. Idaho for a tour.
Repressed until now. Wow.
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Querida. (sweetheart)
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Querida. (sweetheart)
Todo momento de mi vida
Yo pienso en timas cada dia

Mira mi soledad
Mira mi soledad

Querida.
No me sanado bien la herida.

Te extrano yo lloro toda dia.
Some of the most heartfelt words put to music
That I have ever heard. Sung by Juan Gabriel and others.
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Questions ??
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
Questions ??
Who ? Who ?.
With.pupils.dilated.wings.lifted.he swoops above.the city on spider's wings.

Who ?. It echos till sunrise.
Till dawning. Whoooooo.

It burows into colorless dreams.flutters then ascends
.
Who ? Inquires the night owl.
Untended dreams clutched in ****** claw.
She rises like a rocket.
Unending.

The  mighty nite bird. Questing......
Out of.body me.
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Real fiction
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Real fiction
Make the shadows dance on the wall.
Ask the words to take shape and rise from the page.
Ask the rain to patter gently ont the window.
Say the thing that will bring the fiction forward.

Pull the dagger from your heart and paint with crimson
The breath from your nostrils  to scatter the leaves.
Grab the pain in your soul and hold it to the candle as it writhes
And screams its message.

Fictionalize the fact. Factualize the fiction...two curtains seperate
The corsican birth.
One is sky the other earth.
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Reality Break
Geno Cattouse Oct 2018
Reality Break
Ever know someone who took a gentle detour of the road to maybe pick wildflowers
or  chase a pretty butterfly or some such and returned sometime later.
But never came back
Carried of by aliens maybe.

I do.
This is a recurring theme for me
To watch a mind in complete free-fall with no clue at all.
Never ceases to amaze. If I could generate wealth by shaking my head in from side to side
I would be having lunch in Dubai. and dinner In Paris on a lark.Pull over and park
just for a minute will you. I need to vent.

Pull back the gold tasseled flap on my tent.
Eat drink to your hearts content. Have a glimpse of a purpose driven
helium filled balloon . stunning in its lightness of self and circumstance.
The man walking his dog sans pants.
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Reboot Me
Geno Cattouse Jul 2014
Reboot Me
Solitude self imposed to wipe away rancid constructs...years.

Years.
Years of ingrained sirens illusions a potent elixir. She herself camnot fix her.
Fix her.
Pour fourth the elixer in Champaign flutes of limited portions so precious.
Oh.

Are we all some version of each other.Birds of a feather clinging together in shivering collusion. Oh the days and years laid out on the alter.

The sacrificed ashes blow across mountain tops to settle in cook pots as the evening sun falters. The message is lost in the details.
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Reewine
Geno Cattouse Apr 2015
Reewine
Di seasons dey come an go
      But Rasta stay in flow.

Naturalnes in thinnking..linking I with.eternal.
Rewine I.
Rewind me
Return me like bran nue perspect.

Reewine I an push play.
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Reticle Requiem
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Reticle Requiem
The best laid plans of minuscule precision.
He did cast a giant shadow. To see the pores in pock marked faces  500 hundred yards or more.

To reach across vast fields.
to walk a man down. to take his measure.
the final word said.assured was he that this was the golden moment.

Cross hatches that never lie, to zero.
two clicks right and two clicks high.

never mind spin drift. there was no rift.
The reticle spoke the language of
an eye for an eye as the muzzle let it fly.

Scope relief and slow exhale. The reticle
was on your trail. Would walk you in or lead you out.
adjust for drop a half click skyward.

a click to ease the windward push. do all these things  and 'gently squeeze.
to never hear the tolling bell. to send a soul direct to hell.

The reticle knew his lines and spoke them well. Unblinking through the gates of hell.
Silence now darkness. nestled in repose. lost in foliage.
a hasty leave. No one will grieve the reticles loss.

Silently atop the knoll. sits the reticle.
left behind. forever. never to cast his chilling stare.
ten thousand suns will rise and fall as he looks down from his perch.
Oh how the might have fallen.

Cold steel. is all.
blink. and close an eye.
forever.
This is my take on the snipers. Scope. and the cross-hairs called the reticle. just another topic.
No love one way or the other.
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reticular jargon
Geno Cattouse Nov 2013
reticular jargon
Rusted scope.
under heavy brush.
Top of the bluff. A high hide.

Silouetted . Back lit.
Peek a boo. I see you.
From down in the valley.

Valley so low. Hang your head over
Hear the wind blow.
Hear the wnd blow dear,hear the wind blow


Hang your head over

Hear the wind blow ?
R.I.P....... J.F.K.
Won't see his like again.
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Retrospective
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Retrospective
If I knew then what I know now. Wow
Everyone who has not mouthed that one
Please take a bow.
That happens to be my
Daily mantra.                         I have added music
                                               To it.

Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow.

If I knew then what l know now
I would have told her/him no !!!!!!!!
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revenooors..
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
revenooors..
We stacked cord wood twenty feet.
Covered it over nice and neat.by moonlite
Moonshine whisky cooking in the ***.

Tick hound sittin on top the hill
Lookout... #2 still
We ain't quittn what we wedo
Moonshine late night.
Brew.

Old jalopy with a juiced up sheen
Sittin low and wide.

Leavin revenoors
Spittin out dust.
Crossin county lines

Parched throats waitin.
Big money makin.
***** revenoors.
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R.F.K.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
R.F.K.
If memory serves, we were let out that day
So all the kids had fun that day.
The details blur with time.

What above all is crystal was the motorcade.
The kids streaming west as if a pipers note was struck.
Throngs of people old and new stood curbside .

My friends and I ran breathlessly to the corner.
Stood there in the moment. I could feel the moment.
but who could know the  tally.

We were let out of school that day.
We  wanted to get a good look.
I saw kids pop in and out of the crowd
Just running alongside. so I figured. me too.

I stepped from the sidewalk and ran up to the car
leisurely rolling north on Central avenue.
He turned as I ran up and looked down. That window to window
moment stays  with me. Still to this day.

I stuck out my right hand he reached with his
just for an instant we crossed over. Then done.
I ran back to the crowd and out to 48th street back to my
game off football. That was all.

The news announced he was shot the next day
That was the end of hope when he killed R.F.K.
This actually happened and I was so stunned at the suddenness and surreal feeling after, that
I buried portions of the memory for years. Looking back I am amazed that people had that kind of access after JFK.
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Rice And Beans Gial ( Girl )
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Rice And Beans Gial ( Girl )
Every day fare eaten with every meal
Stew beans and rice or rice mix with beans.
Pour lee gravy and a few chunk of beef
Rice and beans gial is every-man meal.

Rice and beans gial
Easy and fresh, just cianh seh no. She jus roll wid di flow.
My rice and beans gial suit every dish.

Stew beans and rice.Rice and beans mix-up.
Smell just like coconut eyle. (oil

Easy squeeze make no riot my granny used to say.
Bwai how you like it?. Any way da way. Just

Pass di onion sauce.  

Rice and beans girl ( gial )






Rice and beans gial steady and true
Mix up fi me,beans and rice fi you.
One size suits all
Rice and beans is Belizian staple food. Eaten 7 days a week. Always welcome. Never grows old.
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Rising
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Rising
Morning dew lites cool on my shoulder. Look, it settles like a frosty shawl.
Cool air drifting in to mingle with yesterdays warmth.

The crimson creeps skyward to reclaim the day. Cool morn stillness will soon be washed away.
Blessed nights and dreams dissolve as rising warmth brings forth new love.
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Rockin and Rollin
Geno Cattouse Oct 2014
Rockin and Rollin
My.. my Garanny smoke puro in quiet corner smokin them over for the rollin.
Just when they think it's rolling comes rockin.
Mystic smoke and candles
Granny got handles.

On your will and soul.
She dont dip Skoal just blaze tobacco not wacky kind.
Say a few phraeses , damnation or praises
Rockin your roll and drop ya in a six foot hole
Alive.
Eyes open pitch black.
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rolli poli.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
rolli poli.
Have you seen my roli poli.
He was siitting o. My desk
In a purple top hat and a bright
Orange vest.

Have you seen my little buddy
All rolled up in a ball or sittin on
A bar stool sitting up tall.

Has anyone seen him.
He was going on a cruise.
Yesterday he gave a story to
The channel 7 news.

I gues he rolled out. Didnlt even say why.
Roli poli's outa here
Bye.   roli poli.
Bye.
A presentation for my daughter's 4th grade class
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Room To let.. Frogs in a barrell
Geno Cattouse Apr 2015
Room To let.. Frogs in a barrell
The rain pelted down angrily on rusted red corrugated zinc. It pounded it's message home on a tropical night. Thunder rolled on massive cumulus wheels.The oceans roiled to deep but still he could not sleep.
                  His favorite lullaby had failed
       A tropical concoction. to no avail. and so.

With fingers clasped behind his head and staring at the candles dance on wall and ceiling.

                  No answers came calling though wished upon, no squall brought mournful musings... Nothing to cling to till dawns awakening..
A vacancy there. His stares unending to pierce the roof and ceiling again to see the heavens in eyes of mind....A vacancy still. no takers.
minutes turned to hours.  Ah but wait.. no the wind now lashes pelting drops a harsh tattoo and cascade.
Sleep in it the bed you made.

Come quiet morning
Come with the sun come hither. The guttural croak. Croak and response of the plague. Frogs in swamped places now boast and make merry and willfully taunting. a sing song of nature.

goes on ... and you with laced fingers and no answers..
Patience
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Rotation
Geno Cattouse May 2014
Rotation
At the risk of sounding Chillouty..... er ahh unfocused.
I declare this to be unavoidably true
We cant cheat Destiny or fate.

So eat drink and be merry

The next time we come back, we will all be wealthy,wise and great.
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Rub A Dub Gainst The Wall
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Rub A Dub Gainst The Wall
Me and miss Iris ina dance hall. She got swerves where she curves.
Fat reggae beat rattling windows and walls..skankin on the upbeat rub a dub grind.
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Rub-a dub style
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Rub-a dub style
Sight up mi queeen she jus a. Rock an come een.
head pan mi chest. Mi arm round she waist.
Sweet syncopate make.love never hate

Ina dance hall jus a rub-a dub style.

One ting fi shore. Dis ridim roll sweet. Baseline smooth and the
Gial dem a dueet.

Close your eyes and open your mind. Rock from the front and roll from behind.
Lyrics. Them walk you out a you mind.
Smooth reggae beat drop in between time.

So squeeze up you love one cuddle and smile.
All massive jus a  jelly ina rub-a dub style
My lyrics to old school reggae dance hall.
Nuff respec.
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Rumpussing
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Rumpussing
What a word..it flashes me back. A cultural staple.
  Granny used Rampussing.

When using Rampussing.
Whoremonger.
Cocksman.

Cats late night on high fences and dark places  catterwaling and bawling

Women perspire.

Men sweat.

Animals feel the heat.
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Runneth Over
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Runneth Over
Steaming vessel with bitter brew or warming broth to heal..my  cup doth run over in either world.Feast or famine.

Joy or pain you see my sprit burns as flayed flesh in the desert sun my will stands parched but knows well the fruits of surrender like bitter dregs.

Trembling legs can neither flee nor retreat.
My cup runeth over
With challenges and strife.
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sailor's chanty-shanty
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
sailor's chanty-shanty
He was a 5 foot 6 walked like.he had two wrecking
***** between his legs.
Rollling at the shoulders sleeves rolleed up

Had that common disease No-***-atall but was packin heat
Up front. Slept in a hammock even when home.
Loose fit boxers housed the snake.
Before the *** made him succumb.

Uncle James.was a man to be dealt with.

Slept in a canvas hammock even when at home.

A sailor's sailor tough to the bone.
Generous to a fault.

He was never mean to us kids, his long gone
Baby sister's kids.

He would roar not talk.
Always a strange look in his eyes when he looked at us kids.
I later realized it was pain.
And love rolled up in one.

He loved all us kids ******* all.

Battle scarred kisser. Never backed down
Never stayed down they told me later

Then **** he was gone.
Strange. The family did not make a big fuss.
Strange.

What do you do with the drunken sailor
Early in the morning.

Heave ** and up she rises
Early in the morning.

Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Early in the morning..

Heave ** and up she rises
Heave ** and up she rises

Heave ** and up she rises
Early in the morning.
Uncle Jimmy. R.I.P.
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samba
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
samba
Driving down the main this eveningI heard happy music playiing but

radio had the news. It was the girl going south with a cell phone to her mouth. Samba, merengue.played
loudly .

No one was singing.I swear.flowery,earthy beat to pat my feet.
From where ? Just out of thin air.. no im pleased to report the girl going south had a roll and sway in the way she walked, I swear I heard music as she walked I swear I heard a samba mambo.how beautifull.and sweet.
The hot stepper took the music with her but my day was complete.
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Sassyseduced
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Sassyseduced
Such dreams you inspire in hours past the witching hour
All visions of you in tender repose
Seductress is an assumption by ribbons that flow from your pen
Sassy be sassy again and again.
Yesterday's lass is not today's sas.
Sensual seeker
Expressing sincere exchange of the word.
Dancing to a different drum as of our ilk do
Casting spells and weaving dreams. I can push my mind through
Entering sassydom
Does this portrait of sassy do justice to you ?
Seduction deduction.
Another prompt to create. Can't feel my mo jo today.
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Saturation point
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Saturation point
The sponge holds all it can then begins to ooze.
                           OR. The glass brims over full.

I think for me it has to be.
Some such.
The ooze mayhap.                              Emotional. Cleansing.
                                                      ­     Spiritual centrifugality.
                                                 ­          Sweet spinning
                                                        ­   Balance of body and soul.
Rote release.
Relaxed expression by way of
Familiar repition.





                                                           Out of body.

                                                          ­ 8 punch combination

                                                    ­       With no hitch..

A groove.

Like.music.

Like dancing.

Like making love with passion

Like breathing............ almost
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Scarlet ribbons
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
Scarlet ribbons
I peeked in and on her bed in gay profusion lying there.
Lovely ribbons,scarlet ribbons,scarlet ribbons for her hair.

Moonbeams pierced the silent night.
polished her brush bronze cheeks. the ghost of a smile
quivered  her mouth.slowly her lips parted and she said a name . whispered.
still asleep in a dream.

(please lord let me go ahead when we part. What would my purpose be after)

I knew it just then that to live without her would be my hell and so
I laid awake savoring every minute the rise and fall of her chest.Burning
Burning her into my fiber .Laid quietly beside her .
Cursed my mortality.

Scarlet ribbons,lovely ribbons for her hair.
If I live to be one hundred.I will never know from where
Came those ribbons,scarlet ribbons.Scarlet ribbons for her hair.

Lovely ribbons,scarlet ribbons,Scarlet ribbons for her hair.
I will never know from where.
The first two lines are the words from a song that I would hear on the radio as a boy.Usually at night as I sat on our front porch by the sea. It has haunted me. It still does. Harry Belafonte.
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score.today.reprieve
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
score.today.reprieve
The veil lifted. I have been gifted for will and.fire.
A year.of.grace,one of the chosen few.to.soar,roar and push my.limits.
ONCE MORE.
Near decades have past.

My mission.now
To pay it.forward with verve.
Humbled
Stumbled.by invisible demons.
The journey continues.
Never backwards.
Pray.
Debilitating condition.invisibly born or worn down.we on group call it lazy.  m.....***..r syndrome.
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SCRAWL
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
SCRAWL
You must not now deny
It. your hand.
Write...from.... it.

If you can.
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seapage
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
seapage
It happens and I am out of body and the theme from the
Twilight zone is on a a loop.Rod Serling mumbles something to my
Fear.
Insanity crooks a finger and beckons from behind a hooded robe.
But this is a prelude to possibilities down the rabit hole.
So once again I turn my back. Scramble up hill the skinny trail rutted in deep.

Sleep is the breadcrumb trail. That never fails to walk me out of the woods.until next episode.

Man overboard.
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seek
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
seek
Not promised.
Not level.
Not easy.
Not.
Never.

Not bought
Nor sold
Neither secured
No whim.

Can't be easy or tainted.
Can't be free no value
Won't be hollow
No value.

Won't come when called.
Can't shut in by walls.
I never knew my
Mother's face
Nor turned my head to her call.
Father's mystery
He who I resemble most is still a ghost..so I am the eternal seeker
Stronger not weaker
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Self Control VS Gun controll
Geno Cattouse Dec 2012
Self Control VS Gun controll
K.C tragedy.
Young man overboard.
His girl pulled along. Brutal.
Common. Mundane. Columbine thread.

Dead with witnesses the ultimate narcicist.
Prime time with a twist. Can't miss.

Gun or man.Man or gun. Morals.
Conscience.will. ****.
Inanimate, cold steel versus human choice.

Guidance.
Reason.
Hope.
Right.
WRONG.

Tool versus cruel.
Nine versus mind.
**** versus will.

Man up. Own up.
Sorry. Get grown up.
Still the impulse.
Curse the trigger finger. Not the trigger.
Amen.
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sensuous
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
sensuous
Tell me love,what I must do.
I know the landscape in essnce
I am no pretender.

Inspiration then perspiration
A torrid sweat as the tempo.  Rises BUT...
Allow me to speak your
name in fervent whisper
Again and again.

Permit me to traverse your mind
As your sensuous body follows.


I am there. Now here now all places at once



Seeking. Seeking
The small of your back
I am listening as your breathing hastens then slacks.

Feeling as your body shudders. Reaches and entwines.
Allow me access ever so gently.

Tasting. Savouring the hollows and curves
The recesses. The tactile mounds the essense of you.
Dam this poem is making my hands shake.

We are molded skin to skin now. A rythym.
Hot . A dance. Stay with me darling this is nirvana.
Where do I end and you begin.

One.
I feel your desire your wanting to peak.but slow now soft now
The moment awaits still. We will batter the gates stil and come rushing
To ******. As one. Stay. Slow .soft.

Here and now my darling. Hold tight as we soar my love
Over the falls we go to wash in a tide of release.
Yes. Yes.
We are there.
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Sent My Heart To Kindergarten
Geno Cattouse Jul 2014
Sent My Heart To Kindergarten
****** needed some remedials.
         A b sees and one two threes.
        Some tables and basics
        Lasix...for a swollen ego.
We go.
We  went
We gone.

A wash and wrinse... a manipedi. Exfoliate.
                 Real .
                 Uncluttered.
                 To the quick.

Too many lifetimes posing
A heart that forgot
The forget me nots.
Too many summer in the blazing sun
Many bone chilled winters.
Howling storms became the norm
Sooo.Gold stars and paper cuts
Elmers glue to start anew
Baby.
Kids need cookies and milk.
Hearts need to be gentle as spun silk.
Open like Dr Sues and simple.
Like popping your first
Pimple.
Simple.
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Serpentine
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
Serpentine
Dim lights
They burnish
The nestling day.
Round the bend
Sits
Days end
Crickets chime in
The symphony
Grows comforting
Natures
Lullaby.white noise.

Hello serenity.
Whisper in aud ib ly.
A quiet storm. (Thanks Smokey)

Melodious smoke.it closes my eyes
Like a dubious sandman?

To sleep.perchance
To dream.
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shackled by moonlite
Geno Cattouse Dec 2013
shackled by moonlite
You see my friend there is season to it all even when the simple silent sparrow doth fall swiftly to ground
So is the writing on the wall.

It was foretold
Cast into the wind no heartless sin
So fret not thyself of evil doers,neither be thou envious.

Bear witness. My soul has fled. Silver pieces they simge my palm as lead young.still hot from crucible.
STILL
my.spirit cries out
The ravings of the moonstruck loon.
Shackles as adornmet they follow me  as suckling child.
And the twisted path leads me on.to.stumble me
Humbled
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Shades of Brown
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Shades of Brown
Stubborn Clay oozes through my toes as I run the gauntlet.
The hounds bark echoes through the jangle and  clank of my shackles.

Desperation reeling me in now heavy like lead.

Long ways to go redemption pulling me along.

I fell from the sky I fell
From grace.
I fell knee deep
I fell in disgrace.

Losing not. So bad.
Losing's all I. Had

This dream is grainy and vivid. feeling every scratch and blow
This version feels like winning but I dreamed   this way before.
Well , no worries  a psychic reboot and play it all again .

Play it again,
Play it again. Play.

Solid ground sweltering heat
Heavy tangles .Giant shade.
I think you got it made.

Fade to green,to brown
To black.                           To black.  To Black   To black.
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Shango man
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Shango man
He vibrated himself through yesterday where I found him
Kneeling at the alter with a white rosarie.
He thumbed each bead slowly.
I had left him there ten yeras before praying

Today.the rosarie ended.
Time for pay.

Souls are often bought and sold this way.
The pitch black man was the arbiter
Shango man gonna have his say.

Slowly he rose from the kneeling board.
Had enough time? I heard him say.
Your childrens souls can be forfeit.one child for
One more day.

No I said to the shango man
Come.close and take me away.
Ten years beneath the sythe is enough
Awaiting.dark to fall.

Come closer said the shango man
One step is to close our deal
So darkness fell before I
Could tell.

Tolling bells
Decent.
To
Hell.
Shango.
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She left
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
She left
She came unannounced
How long will you stay this time
Will you at least say goodbye.
Why.
I thought we had a deal
If you come back with pain or passion
With a vengeance
Soothing hands. P.M.S.
Red silk or black cotton dress

Here I wrote a song for you.
The blues.Gut bucket Delta.

Come back honey
Sit down and smooth your dress
look me in the eye and lie about where you been.

Lie to me cause it don't hurt anymore
This could never be.
Go ahead lie to me.

I will sing the song just as long as you
want to hear it.
Just lie to me.
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