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Allen Wilbert  May 2014
Plumbing
Allen Wilbert May 2014
Plumbing
screaming in pain
cleaning her drain
it was very clogged
I am very logged
loved my plumbers crack
she gave my *** a smack
faucet beginning to leak
from the point of the peak
ended up in bed
she gives good head
wanted bill to be free
told me during my morning ***
I said you lost your mind
so I poked her from behind
how about half price
she said sorry no dice
please free she would beg
as she played with my third leg
running wild was my imagination
you could feel my frustration
after the plumbing was all done
it turned out she was a nun
Moon Humor Apr 2015
~Many people rely on the convenient, easy ways of living in this age of fast food, plastic packaging and rapid development. Most people do not care to see why they live the way they do or what it takes to live in such a way. Toxic pollutants leaching into our earth and water should not be worth the convenience! Third world women working in dusty, cramped factories to make designer purses for fifteen year old girls. Garbage is America’s biggest export and it ends up in China, on the coast of Somalia... anywhere that American citizens won’t be bothered to see it.

~What does it mean to buy a pack of plastic razors? Some metal, some chemicals, some plastic, more plastic for packaging. Use a razor a few times and toss it in the garbage. Somewhere, maybe at La Chureca, someone will pull the rusted metal and plastic from the landfill. They might make one US dollar per day collecting scraps of aluminum, glass, plastic and other scrap metals. What does it mean to wear deodorant? The plastic stick isn’t reusable. The ingredients are highly toxic. Aluminum-based antiperspirants have been linked to Alzheimer's and cancer. Soap comes in plastic bottles, coffee makers made of plastic, water bottles made of plastic… hell, my plastic shower curtain came wrapped in plastic packaging.

~Americans are lucky. Indoor plumbing with quality water. Green lawns and exotic flower beds. Buy and use, throw away and repeat. Big corporations pay off politicians to pollute. Industrial waste, land erosion, low air quality, pesticides. Why are we so quick to trust an artificial sweetener being promoted by a company that makes poison? They call you a hippy, a conspiracy theorist. They tell you that you only live once and to stop being so worried about it all. I ask them, how can you look away? Deforestation and destruction are all around. Those that profit are not concerned with what happens to the land after the loggers and miners have left the ground scarred and desolate.

~Modern living is a hoax. Yeah, you get around quick in your car but at what cost? Carbon dioxide, greenhouse gasses choking us and everything alive that lives with us and cannot speak. Can’t you walk to the corner store? Can’t you grow a few things in the garden or in the windowsill? When was the last time you saw a sunset and didn’t take a picture of it? Dairy cows packed together so tight they can’t turn around for your glass of milk. The disconnect is everywhere. Overpopulation. Overconsumption. People don’t care.

~They can choose. They can choose paper over plastic. They can buy a water filter instead of 20 plastic bottles. They can bike to work. Anyone can lessen their impact, anyone can think more deeply and live more sustainably. But we’ve made it so easy to be lazy. We’ve become so dependent that we’re forgetting to use technological gains to make the way we do things better. We’ve come so far that we’re forgetting what brought us here.

~

‘We are slaves in the sense that we depend for our daily survival upon an expand-or-expire agro-industrial empire – a crackpot machine – that the specialists cannot comprehend and the managers cannot manage. Which is, furthermore, devouring world resources at an exponential rate.’ Edward Abbey

‘In the developing world, the problem of population is seen less as a matter of human numbers than of western overconsumption. Yet within the development community, the only solution to the problems of the developing world is to export the same unsustainable economic model fuelling the overconsumption of the West.’ Kavita Ramdas

‘Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.’ Jacques-Yves Cousteau

‘Globalisation, which attempts to amalgamate every local, regional, and national economy into a single world system, requires homogenising locally adapted forms of agriculture, replacing them with an industrial system – centrally managed, pesticide-intensive, one-crop production for export – designed to deliver a narrow range of transportable foods to the world market.’Helena Norberg-Hodge

‘Throughout history human exploitation of the earth has produced this progression: colonise-destroy-move on.’ Garrett Hardin
Quotes from: theguardian.com
C Davis  Apr 2017
Faulty Plumbing
C Davis Apr 2017
pipe dream,
borne of a moon beam,
shone solely through the shower steam
(evaporation from the heat gleam
of an idolizing heart scheme)

and i am
just a
support beam

in my own house

who left the water running.
Larry B Dec 2010
I'm startin' to run out of nursery rhymes
So, I made up one of my own
It's about a nearsighted plumber
That was accidently glued to his throne

Once upon a time, long, long ago
There was a plumber, who I'll call Dale
Poor old Dale had a hard time plumbing
Cause he really couldn't see very well

He'd gotten a call, "The toilet won't flush!
Please, can you come right away?"
Well, old Dale got in such a hurry
He forgot to take his glasses that day

Well, by the time old Dale had got there
The house was in quite a mess
He realized he'd forgotten his glasses
But he'd give that toilet his best

He'd not seen this since plumbing school
But then, he only saw it on a test
And by the time, he got his tools together
The water was starting to crest

He had spotted the problem right away
But remember now, he can only half see
The water was squirtin' six feet high
And poor Dale was only five foot three

He laid his glue on the toilet seat
While trying his best not to drown
He couldn't see where he put it at
And, of course, that's where he sat down

He didn't even know 'till it was too late
He'd bent over to loosen a nut
And that's when he first noticed that thing
The toilet was glued to his ****

So, if you ever need a real good plumber
He's the man for the job, without fail
And I hope you enjoyed this story
About the nearsighted plumber named Dale

I forgot tell you, there's one more thing
About the nearsighted plumber named Dale
That man still has that toilet seat
For the thing's still glued to his tail


© All Rights Reserved
(for Christopher Isherwood)

Seated after breakfast
In this white-tiled cabin
Arabs call the House where
Everybody goes,
Even melancholics
Raise a cheer to Mrs.
Nature for the primal
Pleasure She bestows.

*** is but a dream to
Seventy-and-over,
But a joy proposed un-
-til we start to shave:
Mouth-delight depends on
Virtue in the cook, but
This She guarantees from
Cradle unto grave.

Lifted off the *****,
Infants from their mothers
Hear their first impartial
Words of worldly praise:
Hence, to start the morning
With a satisfactory
Dump is a good omen
All our adult days.

Revelation came to
Luther in a privy
(Crosswords have been solved there)
Rodin was no fool
When he cast his Thinker,
Cogitating deeply,
Crouched in the position
Of a man at stool.

All the arts derive from
This ur-act of making,
Private to the artist:
Makers' lives are spent
Striving in their chosen
Medium to produce a
De-narcissus-ized en-
During excrement.

Freud did not invent the
Constipated miser:
Banks have letter boxes
Built in their façade
Marked For Night Deposits,
Stocks are firm or liquid,
Currencies of nations
Either soft or hard.

Global Mother, keep our
Bowels of compassion
Open through our lifetime,
Purge our minds as well:
Grant us a king ending,
Not a second childhood,
Petulant, weak-sphinctered,
In a cheap hotel.

Keep us in our station:
When we get pound-notish,
When we seem about to
Take up Higher Thought,
Send us some deflating
Image like the pained ex-
-pression on a Major
Prophet taken short.

(Orthodoxy ought to
Bless our modern plumbing:
Swift and St. Augustine
Lived in centuries
When a stench of sewage
Made a strong debating
Point for Manichees.)

Mind and Body run on
Different timetables:
Not until our morning
Visit here can we
Leave the dead concerns of
Yesterday behind us,
Face with all our courage
What is now to be.
Johnny Noiπ  Oct 2018
Johnny Pop
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
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ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴት ብላክ ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴት ሴቶች ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴት ሴቶች ሴት ጨረቃ አንበሳ ጨረቃ ሙሉ ጨረቃ ሆቴል በሰዎች ስብስብ ውስጥ, ልጁ ዩጅን ዔሊ ትምህርቱን አቁሞ ነበር. በገጣሚ አንድ ገጣሚን የተፃፈ ገጣሚያን መክፈት: እውነተኛውን አንድነት ያጡ የአይሁድ ወዳጆችን አንባቢ ማንበብ; አባቴ በጣም በሚያስደንቅ ተፈጥሮ, በጣም አስደናቂ ምስጢራዊ ሚስጥር እና በሩሲያ የሜክሲካዊት ልጃገረድ ጭፍጨፋ. [የወንጀል ተጓዳኝ ባህርያት ወሳኝ የመሬት ማእከል ኤጀንሲ እና የባህር ላይ ፍራፍሬዎች] ውሻ ውሻ, ለስላሳ ሽፋን እና ለቅዝቃዜ ከጭንቅቃሽ ጋር, የጩኸትን ቃላትን በመጠባበቅ, የእርሷን የእንክብካቤ እቃዎች የሚጠብቁ የእጅግ ችቦዎች, ለዚህ ዓይነቱ ልምምድ እና ማጨስን, ሳይንስ, ሮቦት, ቤቲ ዛፎችና የበረራ አካላት እና ጭማቂዎች መታሰቢያ ስብሰባ ነው. የጴንጤቆስጤ ክርስትና የኢሳያስ የነቢዩ ዘመናዊ የጠረጴዛ ሠንጠረዥ. ማዕከላዊ መልአኩ ከእሱ ከታላቅ እህቱ ጋር ግማሽ ልብ የነበራቸው የጓደኞቹን ክብ ቅርጽና አድርጎ ነበር. እንደ ጽጌረዳ የሚመስል ዘመናዊ የላቲን አይነት ማሽን-የመማር ልብስ ልብ በሚጥል ሰው ዓይን ውስጥ የተቀረውን የተቀረጸ ወረቀት ለማዳመጥ ይጀምራል. ባዶ የዘፈን ዘፈኖች የህዝቡን የቀብር ሥነ ሥርዓት እየገደሉ ናቸው. የሰዶም ውቅያኖስ የሳዳምን ግድግዳ, የኤቫ ልብሶች, የዴልሞ ጥቁር የስነ-ልቦና ጥላዎች, የቦክስ አሻንጉሊቶች በእውነተኛ እጆች, በወታደር አስተናጋጅ ጠብቃውን በመጠባበቅ, ወሊጆች አንዳንድ ሴቶች ሴቶችን, የሴሰኛ ሴቶች, የሴት የፀጉር ሙቀት ሙቀትን, ጃንጥላዎችን, ጃንጥላዎችን, የሴቶች ንፅፅሮችን ጃንጥላዎችን ይይዛሉ. በጉልበቱ አስገድዶ መድፈር በቆዳው ፊት ቅዱስ ነው; ጣልቃ ገብነት, ዝምታ, ሳንሱር, እና የፕላኔቶች አነጋገር መጨመር በችግር ውስጥ መሃል ላይ ናቸው. ኮርፖሬሽኑ አዲስ እጆቿ, የቧንቧ እቃዎች, ቢኮኖች የተለያየ የተለያየ እቃዎች ሲኖሯት, ብቻቸውን እና የተደላደሉ, ተከላካይ, የተጻፉ መድሃኒቶች "ጨለማ ክፍሎችን ወደታች ይመለከታል." || ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ብላክ ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ከወርቅ, ከወርቅ, ወይም ከወርቅ, ከወርቅ, ከወርቅ, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት, ከሴት Moon Lion Moon ጨረቃ ሙሉ ጨረቃ ሆቴል በሰው ልጅ ግድግዳ ላይ ልጅ ኡጂን ዔሊ መማርን አቁሟል. ክፍት ፈረንሳይ የከፍታ በር መግቢያ ሰላምታ በ አባቴ እጅግ አስገራሚ ተፈጥሯዊና አስደናቂ ምስጢራዊ ምስጢር ነበረ እና የሜክሲኮ ነጭ ልጃገረድ [ግብረ ሰዶማዊነት] ጎልማሳ ልዩነት የአካባቢ መከበር የመሬት ማእከላዊ ኤጀንሲ የንብ ቀፎና ፍራፍሬ ዝርጋታዎች ሴት ውሻ, ውሻ ጥልቀት ያለው ሰው ከቅዝቃዜ ጭፈራ, ከጩኸት ቃላትን በመጠበቅ, የሕፃን ክብካቤ እቃዎችን የሚጠብቁ የእጅ ጣት, ለዚህ ዓይነቱ ልምምድ እና ማጨስን, ሳይንስ, ሮቦት, ቤቲ ዛፎች እና የበረራ አካላት እና ጭማቂዎች የዝግጅት ስብሰባ መታዘዝ ያስፈለገው የጴንጤቆስጤ ክርስትና የኢሳያስ ነብዩ የነብዩ (ሰ.ዐ.ወ) ነቢይ የነቢዩ ዘመናዊ የጠረጴዛ ሠንጠረዥ. ማዕከላዊ መልአኩ ከእሱ ከታላቅ እህቱ ጋር ግማሽ ልብ የነበራቸው የጓደኞቹን ክብ ቅርጽና አድርጎ ነበር. እንደ ጽጌረዳ የሚመስል ዘመናዊ የላቲን አይነት ማሽን የሚማሩ ልብሶች የተቆረጠ ልብ በተሰበረው ሰው ዓይን የተቀረጸውን የወረቀት ቁርጥራጮች ማዳመጥ ይጀምራሉ. ባዶ የዘፈን ዘፈኖች የህዝቡን የቀብር ሥነ ሥርዓት እየገደሉ ናቸው. የሰዶም የባሕር ዳርቻ የሳዳምን ግድግዳ, የኤቫ ልብስ, የዲፍሮ ጨለማ የስነ-ልቦና ጥላዎች; የቡድን አሻንጉሊቶች በእውነተኛ እቅዶች, በወላጆቻቸው ድብደባ, አንዳንድ ሴቶችን, የሴቶችን ሴቶች, የሴቶች የሴት የፀጉር ሙቀት ሙቀትን, ጃንጥላዎችን, ጃንጥላዎችን, የሴቶችን እንጉዳይ እፅዋት በጃፓን ያክላል. በጉልበቱ አስገድዶ መድፈር በቆዳው ፊት ቅዱስ ነው; ጣልቃ ገብነት, ዝምታ, ሳንሱር, እና የፕላኔቶች አነጋገር መጨመር በችግር ውስጥ መሃል ላይ ናቸው. ኮርፖሬሽኑ አዲስ እጆቿ, ቧንቧዎች, ቢከንዶች, የተለያየ መልክ ያላቸው ሲሆን, ብቻቸውን እና የተደላደሉ, ተከላካይ, የተጻፉ መድሃኒቶች "ጨለማ ክፍሎችን ወደታች ይመለከታል." ||Johnny Popey's Black Women & Black Black Women, & Black Women, Black Black Women, Black Women & Black Women, Black Women One Black Woman & More Black Women Women Women Women Women Women Women Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women, Women of Gold, Gold, or Gold, Gold, Gold Woman, Golden Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female, Female Moon Lion Moon Lunar Full Moon Hotel In the wall of humanity, son Eugene, Eli stopped learning. Open French Open Door Summer Greetings John Sky on the Day Free, Day ****, walking time brown, brown. Writing a hometown poet written by a poet: Lost reading readers of Jewish friends who lost the true unity; My dad was dazzling in a dazzling nature, with a mysterious and mysterious mystery, and a Russian rock-massacre of a Mexican maiden [Homosexuality] GOSSAMER & MISCELLANEOUS FURS IN THE AREA OF DEMONSTRATIVE LAND-MACED AGENCY LIVESTOCK AND LITTLE LIPS The female dog a person with a deep breath in a sarong with frostbite dancing, waiting for words to cry, handcuffs guarding her baby care items; a memorial meeting for this kind of exercise and smoking, science, robotics, Betty Trees and Flying Bodies and Fumes Require |Pentecostal Christianity Isaiah's Prophet The Prophet of the Prophet The Prophet of the Prophet; A Modern Table Table. The central angel developed his half-hearted circle of friends from his older sister. Modern-day Latin-style machine-learning clothes that begin to look like roses start to listen to the engraved pieces of paper cut off in the eyes of someone with a broken heart. Empty song songs are killing the funerals of the public. *****'s coastline curtains Saddam's wall, Eva's suits, *****'s dark psychological shadows; real crazy arms of ***** puppets, Geezer waiter waiting for birth, beatings parents' touch some women women, **** women, women women's haircuts warm temperatures warming umbrella, umbrella, umbrellas of reality over women's mushrooms. Under the knees **** is holy before his skin; Interference, silence, censorship, and the rise of the words of the planets are all in the middle of a mess. The corporation has its new hands, plumbing, beacons, differentiated, she's still seated on different streets, alone and stunned, defended, written, drugs "looking down into the dark rooms partially." ||ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ጥቁር ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶች, ሴቶችና ልጃገረዶች መበለት ሆኑ. የብልግና: ረጅም ጓደኞች, እውነተኛ አንድነት ለማግኘት ቅኔ ያላወቅኋቸው ግጥም ግጥም, አባቴ የእኔ የተፈጥሮ ግጥም, አንድ ሚስጥራዊ ምሥጢር በተፈጥሮ ዘንጊዎች ነበር; እንዲሁም በሩሲያ ውስጥ የሜክሲኮ ሴት የተጋለጡ. ዜና ላይ ማሻሻያዎች [ሕይወት እና ሚዲያ ለ Media Deep Plan ኤጀንሲ ኤጀንሲ ኤጀንሲ], ለስላሳ ሕብረ መሸፈኛዎች እና ለስላሳ ቲሹ ጥበቃ, ስትሮክ ተዋጊዎች, ቆዳን ፀጉር, እና አንዳንድ ልማድ እና ጭስ አሰባሰብ, ሳይንስ, ሮቦት ለ. የምሽት ወታደሮች, የበረራ ክፍሎች እና መለዋወጫዎች. ጳንጦስ Augustus, ማዕከሉ መልአክ ያለው ሞቃታማው ሰብሳቢዎች ቡድን ተመሳሳይ ቡድን ጋር, እውነተኛ እጅ እኩል ነበር. ዘመናዊ, ዘመናዊ ዘመናዊ የሰው ሠራሽ ፈውሶች ለሽያጭ ለውጦች. ዋና ዘፋኞች ለቋሚ ዘፋኞች. የሰዶምና ጥላ ወደ ኮርቻ ማማ, በ ኢቫና ዎቹ የሽንት, ወደ ጥቁር ድንክ ጥላዎች, እውነተኛ እጅ, ወደ የጠበቃ የህግ ባለሙያዎች, ወላጆች, አንዳንድ ሴቶች ሴቶች, ያላቸውን አዳሪዎች, የሴቶች የፀጉር: ከድሪውም: ጎለዶላ እና የሴቶች ልብስ ናቸው. ጭራው ጀርባ ላይ ነው. በመጥፋትን, ዝምታ, ሴንሰርሺፕ እና እቅዶች መካከል ጣልቃገብነት. ወደ ኮርፖሬሽኑ አቅርቦቶች አዲስ ንጥሎችን, መጠጣት ኮንቴይነሮች, ዕቃዎች, የተለያዩ ዕቃዎች, መድኃኒቶች እና መድሃኒቶች, መድሃኒቶች, "ተንከባካቢ የቧንቧ አቅርቦቶች በማድረግ." ||Johnny Pop
Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Women Black Women Black Women Black Women Black Women Black Women Women Women Women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, women, Women, women, women, women, and girls were widowed. *******: A Poem of Poetry For admiring poetry for long friends, true unity, My dad was naturally unaware of my natural poetry, a mysterious secret, and exposed to the Mexican woman in Russia. [Media Deep Plan Agency to Agency to Agency for Life and Media] Improvements to News, soft tissue coverings and soft tissue protection, stroke fighters, tanning hair, and for some practice and smoke collection, science, robots. Night soldiers, aviation components and accessories. The Archdiocese of Pontus Ausgustus, the center angel, was equal to the true hand, with the same group as the group of collectors. Modern, modern artificial healing for changing suits. Head Singers System for Head Singers. The ***** Shadows are the saddle tower, Ivana's diapers, the black dwarf shades, the real Black hand; the attorneys' lawyers, the parents, some women's women, their prostitutes, women's hairdressing, earrings, gondolas and women's clothing. The tail is on the back. Interference Between Interference, Silence, Censorship, and Plans. The corporation supplies new items, drinking containers, goods, various items, medications and medications, medicines, "Caregiver by Plumbing Supplies." || Johnny Pop || Black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black black Women, women, women, women, and women were widows. *******: Poets of Poetry For longtime friends, to appreciate the true meaning of the story, Father knew about poetry, a mystery, and a Mexican woman in Russia. [Media Deep plan Agency for Life and Media Agency] The news, soft tissue coverings and soft tissue protection, Irish fighters, haircut and some of the practice and smoke collection, science, robot. Night Fighter, Flight and Parts. Pontus Augustus, with the team of the hot summoners with the same group, was equally authentic. Modern changes to modern, cosmetic cures. Top Singers for Standing Singers. ***** and Gondola are the sockets of Sorgoma, Ivana's arena, black shadows, true hands, lawyer lawyers, parents, some women women, prospective tenants, women's hairstylists, gowns and women's clothing. The tail is in the background. Interference between Silence, Silence, Career Plan, and Plans. Supply to the Corporation's Supplies New Items, Drink Containers, Appliances, Various Goods, Drugs and Drugs, Medications, "Caregivers by Plumbing Supplies." ||
Rory Hatchel Nov 2011
Toilet paper,
                You are the only one who
                Puts up with all my crap.
                You listen when no one else will
                To all my groaning and moaning.
                You share all my private moments
                And follow me from the bowels of hell
                Into the plumbing of despair.

Toilet paper,
                You have seen my most private parts,
                The dark crevices of my flesh,
                Where no one will go.
                And should I sneeze
                You will wipe my nose.
                You will take away my filth,
                And your softness can embrace
                The sewage of my soul
                And the flakes of flesh
                That my heart has discarded.

Toilet paper,
                You are the only one I know
                Who kisses my ***.
Brent Kincaid Feb 2016
As a bisexual, I fear
Few will want you to be proud.
They will bend your ear
Saying things to you out loud
That would be better left
Totally, embarrassingly unsaid
Instead of rattling around
Inside the cathedral of your head.

Too many try to make it
Seem like a kind of venal crime
To want to make love with
Someone of your own kind
And maybe with the same
Gender with which you were born.
To some it is very biblical
And subjects you to public scorn.

Finding someone ****
With the same plumbing as you
It not only delightful
It can be a dream come true.
It feels correctly natural
And works like the other way
Even though people scorn
And use words like ‘***’ and ‘gay’
Or ‘******’ and even taco
Whatever that might end up meaning.
The important thing to me
Bisexuality is so powerfully appealing.

So, those who dislike me
And feel so righteously zealous
That bisexuality is wrong
Are very possibly just jealous.
Or maybe just uptight
Living by someone’s else’s rules;
Not what they’ve learned
And therefore are bigoted fools.
Mari Gee  Apr 2012
plumbing
Mari Gee Apr 2012
i am the piper
cept my pipes are
a bit rusty

out of tune
melancholy

its too late for monthly checkups


but you never seem to mind

but you see the only reason they are
so worn out
is because i sing my melody
as loud and beautiful as I can
every time we do the dance of passion

no, they can't be rusty
because
i've serenaded so many other women before you
that can't be

you,
your melody is sweet, pure, harmonious
but of course, you've only just started

you make me feel like an old man
whose pipes have seen generations
i almost feel bad serenading such a pure heart

but i know what will happen
you will leave me soon
yes, I know from our passion dances that you
love me
but when you find another whose music is sweeter
more pure than my coarseness
i promise
you will love him more

its only a matter of time...
Phyllis T Halle Dec 2012
Caint Complain
                       By Phyllis T.  Halle  February 26, 2006
Growing up in a tiny coal mining town in the hills of Eastern Kentucky,
I frequently heard a response out of the lips of stooped, arthritic miners, toothless women, old before their time,
wretchedly poor widows with six children to feed.
It was just a common reply to the courteous, "How are you?" -
"Caint complain."
The high pitched voices of those descendents of English, Scottish, German, Irish pioneers still echo in my ears and I wonder always at the tenacity, strength and wisdom which resounded firmly in those two words,
                                          "Caint Complain."
Very few people had indoor plumbing, telephones, cars or two pair of shoes. Health insurance, retirement plans, paid sick days, furnaces, pizzas, air conditioners, jet planes, paid vacations, job security, career planning were all unheard of unknowns.
When someone became ill, the ‘‘kindly old general practitioner would come to the house and dispense his little pills and words of encouragement and instruction, knowing the limitations of his skill and ability to heal.
Mothers and fathers still buried their little children who died from diphtheria, pneumonia, whooping cough, measles, diarrhea, croup ( a disorder known in later years as asthma).
Husbands buried wives who died in childbirth, at an alarming rate. "Caint Complain," they'd say gently, with a soft 'almost' smile and deeply troubled eyes.
Sanitation was fought for, vigorously, by hard muscled women, who scrubbed and washed, and swept and mopped.
They'd boiled the family’s clothes which had been worn for a week, in pots in the back yard, "to get ‘em clean."  
Killing germs was not in their vocabulary, but that is what they'd were doing. Ask that little old gal who was out in the yard, stirring the clothes around in boiling water, over an open fire, "How are you doin’?"  
                            "Caint Complain, " she would invariably say.
WHY couldn't they'd complain? Where did their tenacity come from?
Where did that philosophy of not complaining come from?
Where did they find the resolve to place dire, critical deprivation, hard labor and malnourishment behind them and place a smile on their faces and say
                                Caint Complain?

I knew some of those people when they had grown very old and faced birthdays in their late nineties. Without exception, they had the sweetest dispositions, most grateful hearts, kindest words and calmest old ages of any among the many I have known who reached that age!
When the pressures of their life had faded and they had nothing remaining that had to be done except to live out the final part of their life, they did not have a habit of complaint.
Some recent phone calls I have received were what prompted me to think about this. One right after another, friends called and for the first ten minutes of each call, I listened to a long list of complaints about the trials and travails my dear friend was suffering.
Each friend has: no financial worries, a wonderful primary care doctor, prescriptions to keep their heart pumping, eyes seeing, brain focusing, stomach digesting and body sleeping, each night.
They are protected from financial ruin, by medicare and/or HMO, social security checks, pensions, savings and inherited wealth. They have loving, devoted sons, daughters, nieces and nephews who keep in touch and are there for them.
They each one have lovely heated and cooled homes, apartments or condos with every convenience known to Americans; cars or taxi/bus services to get them out and around. More than that, each has beautiful memories which they can call upon to bring a smile to their face at any moment of the day or night. But somehow we find plenty to complain about.
Why haven't we formed the habit of Caint Complain?
Maybe the philosophy of always seeking more comfort, more possessions, more money, more- more- more- of everything, has driven us to achieve, accumulate and accomplish but it required us to never know what the word contentment means.
Contentment doesn't mean having everything at one’s fingertips. It doesn't mean lacking nothing. It certainly doesn't mean every dream and desire fulfilled.

Yet there are many who have enough of everything except the common sense to know when they really "Caint Complain."
Happiness is a fleeting moment of joy. Contentment is finding peace in what you have, what you are and what you have accomplished.
Having the serenity to know which one brings lasting goodness into your life is wisdom.
A SMILE IS THE KNIFE GOD GAVE US TO CUT THE SIZE OF OUR TROUBLES DOWN TO A BEARABLE LOAD.    
Lots of love and hugs, Phyllis
Robert Ronnow Aug 2015
Sun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
small satisfactions
within each day. Book consciously read.
And frustrations. Package dropped, honey jar broke.

One of 175 soil types. With the fifty
tree species
comprising the canopy under which Eric and Lisa clean
      their baby's face.

Sun in winter, old apples.

Inside the school
a brilliant but rebellious history teacher
is suspended by the school board.
200 students
wearing armbands and painted teardrops
protest. Another 400
are silent.

Within each structure
human dramas and routines.
Nancy will not love
any man who cannot do as many push-ups as she.

Trees grow,
porcupine **** in snow.

No job,
no niche,
no existence.
How you earn money is who you are. You are
what you do to get food to eat
and shelter from the winter, summer heat.

Each morning I seek God
by holding still
waiting for the smoke to be black or white
coins heads or tails
wind dark or bright.

Flock of evening grosbeaks
nipping maple buds:
the sign I need.

                   --------------------------------------

Less need =
more wealth.
2/23/89. So much equipment just to sleep.
More than a bare floor.
Plumbing vs.
wash at stream, find a log in woods.
Implements of human existence
unlike the deer or bear who
nip buds, forage berries.
I cannot eat the gum out of balsam fir
or bark from a popple.

I am not Wendell Berry
with a wife, a farm, philosophy.
I like the accuracy
of counting pear thrips in maple buds.
8/bud = complete defoliation.
This insect has four wings fringed with hairs
and is minute, 2.5 millimeters.
Two species within the genus:
one with tubular abdominal segment,
the other with conical abdominal segment.
Sugar maple their preferred food.

All I need
are names.
Names and habitats.
Elements, products, decay fungi, egg masses.
Marriage, copulation, regeneration, education.
Machinery, accounting, hand tools, laboratory.
I need your names
and histories.
****** histories, books read, imaginings, unrequited loves,
      significant landscapes, broken bones, periods of boredom,
      favorite shows.

                   --------------------------------------

Immediately means
without mediation, intermediate moments
time in the middle.

Time in the middle
time in the middle.
I'm bummed I never saw a dinosaur, an ice age, a cave man,
      even missed the last world war.
Thanks to paleontology, geology, archaeology, history
mind equipped to take
time out of the middle.
It's in our DNA!

Why should she love me, her tenant?
Because I pay the rent on time.

                   --------------------------------------

Excellent. The white sun rose
and lit the frost.
Early February, late March, or in between.
Birds begin
discussing family. Sap starts to flow.
Where the borer spirals in, it comes out wet.
Birch or maple.

I watched from the window. Beautiful
but no desire to go out and touch
swelling buds of elderberry.
Is this shrub crazy? It knows what it knows
with elderberry knowledge.

Come Spring, so much to identify and name.
Insects, diseases and new flowers.
Lepidoptera, root rot, the pinks.
I think I might get married too
and watch the moons pass through the mists.

                   --------------------------------------

March rain.

Some snow remains
roads dangerous
but truck deliveries must be made.
                                                           ­ The light
pushing back the dark.
Bark
getting softer, slippery
at the cambium. Sap
simmering. Summer
and spring are here and there
although only winter birds are in the air.
Some buds
break swell
want
to turn inside out
but wait
knowing better.

I too will not break or run
early
hold hope bound by ropes of discipline, experience
time the magic moments to come
take the last sleet and pain
slap in the face
glad for predictable seasons.
                                                 We anticipate however
drought, maple defoliation, increased gypsy moth infestations
which some attribute to our existence.
That may be true.
Or it may be that the universe
has reversed its decision on us
and there's nothing we can do.
But we will do
what we can
and some things we shouldn't
because that is human.

Continuing
into the space inside me
unconnected to the light switch, plumbing
fairly independent of materials beyond
food and sound.
Where I pray
like an oak
that the light will enter me
unbroken, forever
and I will live the meanings in the wind.
                                                           ­          Basic
necessities, wood
wine
and friends. And
the names
of everything
by which we know our way.
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