"foursome" poems
Someday we will have DJs at funerals.
I should know. I DJ'd a wedding once.
Well I shan't say I DJ'd the wedding.
I merely pressed play on the tiny boom box (SONY) and here comes the bride.
Twas a beautiful wedding.
A black wedding.
The bride was my first cousin Tamara.
Yes the whole thing was beautiful.
Stop it already.
A scant 4 years later I attended her death.
A rainy morning.
A call.
Awoken early
the morning sun not up.
I have a photograph taken July 27, 2003 maybe!
My brother her sister and I on a Carribean cruise. I'm sticking a tongue out. I was mad at the fine Bahamian wearing fake dreads making money by posing for photos for the non-natives. But if you bypass my tongue in the photograph you can see her. You can see the foursome of us smiling with some random Bahamian fake dread.
If you look slightly left in the photograph you can see her smile.
Her smile.
Her joie de vivre.
A moment if you will allow me. Away from the boat the Bahamian boys would not leave her alone. They would whistle, catcall, stare and menace. But she was my family. She was my cousin. Her protector and her friend. Those boys' eyes would follow us. But when I held her hand down the boardwalk they did not dare come within punching distance.
I will refrain from her beauty.
Her elegance.
Her ability to tell me to 'shut the **** up' with only a glance.
Somewhere buried I have the video of her wedding.
I can't watch it anymore but perhaps I should.
I need to see her happy again.
Beautiful again and
looking forward.
United States
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
Why do you not share
Out of fear ?
Scared?
Your fantasy
Of
Big ****
or of
Big *****
The touch of a whip
Your fantasy
of
Women to women
Men to men
A *********
A foursome
One or more
Walking naked through
someone's door
Your fantasy
Of
Dressing like a man
Dressing like woman
Playing doctor and nurse
Your Fantasy
does not have to be
rehearsed
It is not a curse
your
just quenching your thirst
Go ahead let it be the first
Let your hair down
and
Be submersed
In your fantasy
Get out of your agony
It's not insanity
It is a fantasy
of
Sensuality
Sexuality
There is no shame
in a little pain
You have nothing to lose
Why would you let it be
such a recluse
Let loose
be seductive
and
corrupted
In
Your fantasy
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Valentina: What are you doing after the club baby?
Me: I don't know yet. I might hit up another club. I have two other ladies with me. Wanna come with?
Valentina: *Actually, I'm feeling really ***** and I just wanna have some fun.* You should bring those ladies with you. We could all have a foursome. ;)
Me: Count me in
Valentina: Mmm yeah daddy. Meet me at my hotel. I'll text you the address.
Me: You got the condoms?
Valentina: Yeah baby. I have champagne too. *Just bring that **** body of yours* ;)
Me: Cool. I'm on my way.
Valentina: Don't be late
Me: Say no more
Valentina: xo
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
No, I’d rather not have a foursome,
I don’t think you’re onto a winner.
If I wished to disappoint several people at once,
I’d take my family out to dinner.
No, I’d rather not have a foursome,
The thought of it makes me quite ill!
Besides the new season of Bake Off is on -
Give me Netflix but not the chill.
No, I’d rather not have a foursome.
It’s not really my cup of tea,
Like Boy George I kinda prefer that to ***
I’m mostly asexual you see?
No, I’d rather not have a foursome.
It’s the government’s fault, I’d say,
The Tories have ******* us multiple times;
I’ve been ******* over enough today
No, I’d rather not have a foursome.
Today, mate, you’re just not in luck,
Like spoons I only have so much to give,
And I gave away my last ****
No, I’d rather not have a foursome,
With you and two other “bi chicks”,
My sexuality isn’t yours to fetishize,
And you [insert name] are a ****
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
I won the bloomin' lottery,
Cor blimey so I did!
No more scrubbin' socks for me,
I've won ten million quid!
I'm goin' on a ******
Nuffin's gonna bring me down;
I'll be the biggest spender,
Gonna buy the whole **** town!
My new found wealth is awesome,
Have you seen my mansion pool?
I play tennis in a foursome,
And my coach is really cool;
On Wednesday's its Pilates,
And on Sunday's it's Judo!
Now I'm jetting to the Maldives,
Toodle-pip -- I have to go!
One finds oneself most indisposed,
To do this interview;
One's butler will be swift deposed,
For letting you get through;
One will accede to your request,
Tho' Sir, this is your lot;
Despite the wealth with which one's blessed,
One has not changed a jot!
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
On the flight path down from Quebec
in the recent past, they say,
The lead goose saw a foursome
on the fairway, hard at play.
Their clothing was intriguing
Bright Argyles and Staid plaids
Little lackeys followed them,
carrying their bags.
The goose brigade lost interest
in proceeding South that day.
Instead they landed on the course
intent on watching play.
The lead Goose now spent all his time
At Bethpage, on the Black,
and honked golf commentary
to all his fledgling flock.
This lead Goose was the First,
brave Avian pioneer,
who broke the pattern going South-
instead he wintered here.
The Geese are protected by the law,
so we have no recourse.
We can't hunt down these honkers
who are greasing up the course.
Within one human lifetime-
a revolutionary change.
the geese have all stopped flying South
They're students of the game.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
When someone dies,
(Someone you know)
Is that one less annoyance,
A necessary replacement for a foursome,
A body pillow,
A pillow confidant,
A whining Bestie,
A conversational equal.
Is it someone you'd like to meet again, wherever,
Or someone you fear to meet again
(Knowing all is now known).
Was it an old school chum you recognize in a faded picture,
A near/far relative,
A faint acquaintance (that's sad...).
I read the obituaries daily,
Recognize many, but feel little.
But someone's someone passed this way,
And sometimes someone was mine,
Today.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
I told you to read Big Sur
maybe once gone someone will listen
will you hear the sound of the crashing waves
like I did
how Jack did
or just laugh at bloated blackened burned corpse
all maggots, flies and half truths
about the instability of our college foursome
wistful lost thoughts of shirtless circus
too old now to justify
it is never enough or is that just me maybe missing the point
all joy seemingly escaped how i long for simpler times when
we knew each other and didnt have to yell to be heard
but every new wet hole holds the cure, for a minute
does it not
or so you say informing me now of the latest last *** ****
is that enough
does it make you whole
would it make me whole too or translucent like
metaphysical sieve
yet i am losing my great big dharma spectre
and did you ever really have one
or did you just study and play at great booming philosophies
pretending with big yelling words as if louder equals absolute reality
that is how they taught you is it not
whilst sleeping we coined you the new buddha
you tell me as if i am to jump joyfully at this
did you sufficiently whet your beak young buck
as tired heads are tilted back sardonically surveying your scene
are you trying to convince me or yourself honey?
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Summer of scales
Red dresses
Unpeeled oranges
And handwritten TV guides
The brink of sin
American dream
Whose post-war dream is it?
All the Art Golds and Hart Silvers
**** down in succession
All the shortcuts to success
All for heavier footsteps
The sacrament of mess
A body for a piece of soul
An asset for a process cold
Goddess is lost, little girl
Find her in the rippled snow
Approval looks off-red
A mailbox of empty hope
Grinding teeth and grapefruit
Strung-out taxis, rising moat
Bed is genesis of wounds
Hot and cold, a foursome’s tomb
An all doesn’t end well
Mother fell off the pier
Father has a golden arm
The only shared position is fatal
The only shared position is fetal
Falling off the plateau
To make tomorrow feel alright
To love the sun
To see the stars in plight
Truth with legs together
Death with legs apart
The tree is collapsing
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
A strong bond, circle of friends we were
We remained a concord against the odds
We shared one's cup of joy and ocean of disgrace,
Wiped the tears away with mirth and joy.
When one of us was almost at the edge of life
Or was grieving, no space for hope and light
We did understand and gave attention,
Opened our arms, so one could bravely fight.
A midst troubles caused by bitter tongues
No one dared to leave and break the bond
We rather sought ways to bridge the gaps,
And weaved back the ruined web of harmony.
Out of confessions we disclosed
We've come to behold our hearts' dark spots
With which we purged by shimmers to ponder
Thus, allowing the flow to continue its course -
The flow of the youthful streams of friendship.
Great distances would soon divide our ways
For we ought to traverse where our fate is.
Before this happens, I beg you my dear friends
Promise me to keep the friendship in your hearts,
In its deepest chambers, sealed with the warmth of love
'Till eternity holds us fast - still foursome -
Like the inseparable stars of Pegasus!
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
Sara played the Chopin,
her fingers moved
in a steady pace.
Maggie was in the kitchen
preparing lunch,
thinking of Edward,
hoping he will get
the tickets for the Verdi.
Sara's fingers trickled softly
over the keyboard.
Her mother sat
in the chair,
although not really,
she was dead,
but Sara
saw her there.
David was coming
that evening
to make a foursome
with Maggie and Edward
to see some Italian opera.
Sara paused playing,
and turning
saw her mother disappear,
leaving an empty chair,
as if she'd not been there.
Maggie listened
to the silence;
the piano playing
had stopped;
she felt ill at ease,
she waited,
the soup and bread
prepared.
Sara began
the Chopin again.
Maggie smiled,
all was well.
She took
the soup and bread
into the room
for both to eat;
the Chopin trickled
to a gentle cease,
but Sara's eyes revealed
no peace.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
I'm outside
in the grounds
I can smell
the fresh air
and flowers
hear bird song
someone has
wheeled me out
from the ward
where the smells
and voices
hemmed me in
hello Grace
a voice says
to my left
I turn my
blind eyes where
the voice comes
Philip is
that you there?
yes it is
he replies
I reach out
to touch him
he holds my
hand in his
where abouts
have you been?
I ask him
war work stuff
its stop secret
can't say much
o I see
he squeezes my
hand gently
your doctor
has said I
can take you
out for that
meal next week
he whispers
take me out
into town?
yes up West
have to risk
the bombing
from Hitler's
bombing crew
Philip says
you don't mind
taking me?
why should I?
I've no legs
****** blind
I want to
take you out
he utters
you can wear
that red dress
I bought you
I recall
the nurse talk
about it
the red dress
thank you for
taking me
I tell him
what about
other things?
other things?
what if I
need to go
to the loo?
I can't go
on my own
can't manage
I tell him
Joan's coming
with Donald
she'll help you
Philip says
a foursome?
just the four
Donald's driving
I sit still
and stare at
where he is
she won't mind
taking me?
of course not
anyway
Nurse Kavel
will be there
on duty
just in case
she makes five
Philip says
I am thrilled
to be out
not caring
who stares at
me that night
I can't see
I won't know
a weird one
out on show.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
If you've ever flown
Carry bottled water about
Charter Uber or Taxify
Usually don't finish your drinks
Leave droplets of food at restaurants
Congrats, you made it!
If you are a Soldier's wife
A Lawyer or a Doctor
You use i-phone 32
Ever snapped "pinshure" with "Whity"
Or attended private university
Congrats, you made it!
You are in charge of party food
Borrow a car to pick your date
Snapped inside a car for Facebook and Instagram
If you love to sit in front of danfo
Or work as a Marketer
Congrats, you made it!
If you are course representative
An MD in any firm
Your brother is a politician
Snapped inside a Airplane
Or fair like the daughters of Job
Just add it to your resume
You already made it!
If you wear gold Romanian curls
Would you rather do Brazilian or Indian hair
You already look like Khardashian
Or have "Arsenal" like Cardi B
Can I get your autograph?
You are already a star
If you have a customized plate
A double chief in your village
You love ********* and foursome
You abuse siren as an ordinary Spy Police
You are already a big boy!
However, if you are street smart
You have a skill set with your education
If you went to a finishing school
You never allow pride overwhelm you
If you are your own Boss
And you pay salaries
You are the real VIP
Many are victims of identity
Living in prisons of their imagination
Forming Slay Queens and Marlians
If you don't mind yourself now
Your future might be a repeat of the past
Don't be poor and proud!
It is highly cancerous...
Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 1:57 AM UTC