"judo" poems
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
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Cordelia is nervous about her father's tax position but does not tell the others. Japan's Olympic judo team.
Rehberg married his high school sweetheart, Jan, a water attorney who represents farmers and ranchers. In four games, he had been sacked 23 times and had a pass intercepted 12 times.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
The swings and the stress
with you being around
when life was a mess
everything is still so fresh.
These are the memories that I fend
I'm just proud to be your best friend
I get to walk with you, hand in hand
I'm just happy to be your best friend!
The Judo, and the Snake and Ladder
were only the 'games' that used to matter
And what you did to make me smile
when my dreams used to shatter!
Glad to realize that we are still the same
the jokes that we crack are still the lame
And I know that when you are my friend
there is nothing that will make me feel ashamed.
These are the memories that I fend
I'm just proud to be your best friend
I get to walk with you, hand in hand
I'm just happy to be your best friend!
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 5:42 AM 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
His uncle **** asked Benedict
if he would mow the lawn
of the old lady at the cottage,
which he did, then clean out
the cowsheds at the farm,
which he did, then take some eggs
to the local shop, which he did.
It was a hot day, he felt a thirst
so went to pub called the Battleaxe
and ordered a pint and sat and drank
it slow outside in the sun. He thought
of the clarinet he'd brought with him,
the jazz he played in the front lounge,
which his aunt Eileen said was very good.
Do you still have and play your accordion?
he asked her. No, she said not now;
I've not played for years. He remembered
her playing and singing Goodnight Irene
on it when he had stayed as a kid.
Long ago now, he thought, finishing his pint.
He also mused on his recent visited
to see the MJQ in the City and afterwards
he met the band on the coach at the back.
Asked questions, got autographs.
Then another visit to the City with his
two cousins to watch them do their martial arts
and afterwards showed them judo moves
he and his friends had done a few years before.
He took his empty glass to the counter
of the pub and walked out in the sunshine
wondering what his uncle **** would have
lined up for him next. There was talk of
digging trenches in the churchyard some
evening to lay pipes to the church and there
was that mowing of the grass he'd been
shown the other day. Yes, he'd do that now,
he thought, while the sun was out, the grass dry.
The mower was in a shed at the back, one
of those modern jobs, less work, less elbow grease,
less sweat. But also, those peas to pick
and shuck for his aunt. He wasn't done with his
chores for his keep, for six weeks, least not yet.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
I grew up on the boarder of city and country
On neo-folk and punk served with romantic classical
The kind of music that paints pictures
Rainy days were my favourite
My Mom didn't pay much attention to me so I learnt to play
With my wild imagination
Until Dad came home
He'd leave whenever he got mad "I'm going for a drive"
I loved dogs and horses and all natures creatures
Except cockroaches
Dear god did I ******* hate those things
My Mom was a pagan my Dad the member of a Catholic church
Mom told me if I am good in this life I'd be a unicorn in the next
My Dad just taught me the lord's prayer
My first friend told me I was going to hell
I knew she'd be a slug in her next life
School bells
I enjoyed school
I was a prodigy child in everything except math
Dad pushed me into Karate, Judo, Rock Climbing, Soccer, Boxing
I liked playing my piano and drawing my dog
Sports made me uncomfortable
My first kiss was with slug girl
She was pudgy and had a cute smile which I was jealous of
But she screamed and ran away
That was the first time I heard the term "gay"
I started to like boys because I thought it was "right"
My Mom said "we all love our friends" but my Dad frowned
I loved my Dad
I wanted him to love me too so I kissed the boy I grew up with
It was gross
I kissed many boys after that and tried my hardest to forget slug girl
We moved into the heart of town and I wore more black
I stopped playing with my Matchbox cars
I stopped galloping about like the horses I desired
I put on a little eyeliner and the bullying I faced when I was younger
Made me weak
It got worse
They tormented me those kids
I wished them all dead but I knew Karma would get them
Eventually
Now I am still drawing animals and writing and playing piano
But I wont ever forget my Dad and his silly beliefs and *** Pistols
I embrace my gayness although not to it's shining potential
But I will always love myself for everything I was
Am
And ever will be
My story is far more dark and complex than this but to tell it would take a lifetime
My whole lifetime
And more to come
x
Kaity
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Monica watches
as Benedict and Jim
practise judo on the grass
off the path
to the farmhouse.
She cheers Benedict on
standing on the edge
clapping her hands excitedly.
Her other brother Pete
leans against the fence bored,
hands ******
in his jean’s pockets.
How long are you going to be
practising this judo ****
the film starts
in half an hour,
he says.
Benedict throws Jim
to the floor
in a quick movement,
Monica raises her hands
to the air.
Knew you could do it,
knew you could,
she says, patting
Benedict on the back
of his jacket.
Jim dusts off
his jeans
with his hands,
looks at Pete,
then at Monica.
Caught me off guard,
he says,
she put me off
with her yelling
and clapping.
Can we go now?
Pete says,
moving off the fence,
now you’ve done
your judo stuff?
Can I come?
Monica asks
looking at Benedict.
No way,
Jim says,
don’t want no girl
dragging us down.
I am not any girl,
I’m your sister,
she says, staring
at Benedict.
He looks at Jim
then at Monica.
I don’t mind if she comes,
he says.
I do,
Pete says.
Monica pouts
and folds her arms
over her small *******
The farmhouse door opens
and their mother comes out.
I thought you
were going to the cinema?
she says.
We are,
Jim says,
just going.
They won’t take me,
Monica says.
Of course they don’t
want you with them,
her mother says.
Anyway I have some chores
I need help with.
Monica pulls a face
and glares
at her brothers,
but looks at Benedict
pleadingly.
Maybe next time,
he says.
Not with us she don’t,
Pete says.
With me though, maybe,
Benedict says,
giving her a wink.
Come on in Monica,
leave the boys be,
the mother says.
Monica follows her mother
towards the farmhouse,
gesturing her middle digit
at her brothers
while her mother’s back
is turned.
Benedict smiles,
watches as she sways
her small hips,
blows him a kiss
from her open palm.
Jim shakes his head
and follows Pete
to the bikes
by the shed,
while Benedict,
takes a kiss
from his lips
and throws it
at Monica’s
departing back.
Her head turns
and her hands open
to catch the thrown kiss
moving slightly forward
so as not to miss.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
If it's not the **** they keep emailing me
the police that keep tailing me
the system that's failing me
what is it then?
what can I see?
The absolute ******** they spread on the TV,
shows like Dallas or Dynasty
and god forbid it be
Jeremy Kyle because he'll be the
******* finish of me,
what is it I see?
There's a blind spot from blind Pew,
get one of those in your hand and
you're *******
On the radio where I go on
a slow night
it's all *****
Nothing new, **** all to do
minimum wage,
no wonder I'm blue.
The postman a third dan, some
judo, plays ludo with gusto and
I want to **** him for bringing me
bad news, black spots from
blind Pews of which there are many.
It'll go in the end or send me quite ******
if they stop with the **** mail and
the police tail and
let me fail
on my own.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
Naked Politicians
Once someone sent me a photo of a famous German politician
The photo was from a nudist beach and natural she was a sixteen-year-old girl
smiles shyly –with some reason- she never was a beauty but
All sixteen years old are gorgeous
For me, it made her more human and I have never seen the photo since
Wouldn't be great if we saw all politicians in the **** say, Trump or India's
Morsi. The Israeli prime minister would cast a rotund figure without his corset
Erdogan and his wife holding hand only shielded by a newspaper
he has banned, Putin naked in his swimming pool perhaps he has a small ****
naked around a conference table somehow the impressive would became
less so and more human to bow to a woman who has forest of a ****** or
shake hand with a man with a dangling ***** my dear they would look so
vulnerable that a war would be impossible and we would giggle and they
would go home stat judo classes or take up jogging or spend time in the gym
they would never have time for war.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
it is a REGAL RHAPSODY to my EAR
to hear
that you'll be GIVEN SEVEN years
for what you did to me
while you AIM your
prison darts at my face
tremoring with hate
eating POTATO in a TUBE
I'll be YAWNING in an OUTFIELD somewhere
doing YOGA and JUDO in the sun
I, hardly concealing my GLEE
will vacate this
EXECUTIVE state
the commonwealth of massachusetts
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Milka watches Benny
in the farmhouse field
practice judo
with her two brothers
she looks from her
bedroom window
through white
net curtains
sometimes it's karate
they practice
each one taking
on the other
with careful
blows or moves
she peers
as Benny moves
and her big brother
goes down
with a slight of hand
her other brother stares
standing back
thinking his next move
she bites her lower lip
fearing Benny’s fall
her big brother
gets to his feet all smiles
the other brother
moves in
and Benny
caught unawares
takes a fall
and Milka gasps
and heads turn
window wards
and she steps back
fearing to be seen
but they turn away
back to their judo
and she creeps back
to her bedroom window.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Monica watched Benedict
practise Judo
with her brothers
on the grass
by the fence.
She watched
from her bedroom window.
She had parted
the drawn curtains
with her fingers
enough to see
without being seen.
She cheered him on
in an urgent voice.
She would have gone down
and cheered him on
from the sidelines,
but she was still
in her nightwear
and by the time
she had a wash
and dressed
they would be gone.
Watching him
made her excited;
it was a physical thing,
something she could
almost point to,
sense and touch
with her fingers.
She stared down at him,
watched his every move.
Sometimes he would
take on both boys
at a time and defeat
them both, other times
he took them
one at a time
and they would end up
on their backs
on the grass.
Wish he would put me
on the grass, she whispered
to the pane of glass,
touch me
as he does them.
She couldn’t describe
how he made her feel.
Whom could she ask?
Her mother would
scorn her
for even asking
such a question.
She wished she had
a sister to ask,
but all she had
was three brothers.
There was cheering
from outside, Benedict
had fallen. He had
miscalculated a move
and fallen on his back.
There was laughter
as he rose and dusted
himself off.
Oh, she murmured.
She put a hand
to her lips.
His head turned
towards the window;
she backed away.
Had he seen her?
Heard her voice?
She moved back
to the window
and peered out.
They were practising again.
But this time
it was karate,
they were breaking
pieces of wood
with the side
of their hands.
She wished
she could be out there.
Near him,
sensing him close to her.
He came most Saturdays
to be with her brothers.
They worked in the week
at the nurseries
half mile away.
Sometimes she was up early
and caught him
before her brothers were out
and she talked with him.
Once he took her
to see the peacocks,
riding on their bikes
to get there.
She had wanted him
to kiss her, but he hadn’t.
So near to her,
yet she daren’t
reach out
and touch him, that day.
She stood at the window
and stared at him.
He had taken off
his jacket and was
in tee shirt and jeans.
They fought each other now,
their blows barely touching,
the karate touches
merely skimming the skin.
Odd this sensation
flowing through me,
she said, this expanding
desire within.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
Milka escaped
from the farmhouse
without
her mother seeing
so she said
and her brothers
were out fishing
so she persuaded
Benedict to allow her
to tag along behind
(beside) him
what about your mother?
he asked
o it will only be
chores she
wants doing
Milka said
they walked
to the place
where the peacocks
were kept
and stared
through the wire
at them
the colourful *****
but dull
as mud hens
making their calls
proudly walking
beautiful plumage
she drew up
close to Benedict
her hand hovering
near to his
but not touching
like a bird
in mid flight waiting
she talked
of the dullness
of the hens
and brightness
of the *****
he listened to her
smelling the perfume
she’d liberated
from her mother’s bag
he said he’d wanted
a job on a farm nearby
but he didn’t get it
she put her arm
under his
and squeezed
him close
she was glad
her brothers
were fishing
or they’d
be with Benedict instead
practising the judo
or karate out back
at the farm
she wanted him
to hold her tight
to draw her nearer
than she was
she’d put on
the shorter dress
when she saw him
at the door
asking her mother
about her brothers
earlier that morning
and had rushed
to dress
to catch him
up the road
without her mother
seeing her go
they moved on
from the peacock place
and walked the road
and crossed a field
he touching her hand
the sky blue
and cloudless
he silent
she talking
of seeing
the latest
Elvis film
wanting him
to ask her out
but he didn’t
he climbed the style
and through the woods
by the small river
and his hand
holding hers
she feeling
his fingers
on her skin
his thumb rubbing
the back
of her hand
and maybe
she thought
he’ll stop
and kiss
and hold
but he didn’t
he walked on
through the woods
breathing in
the smell
of flowers
and water
and air
touched by birds
and heat
she wanting
a heaven
but having
firm earth
beneath her feet.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
You rode bikes with Milka
to the bridge over the river
and stood looking down
at the flowing water
and talked
of the latest
Elvis Presley film
you’d seen
and she said that she
had wanted to see it
but her mother
had forbidden it
saying it was not
the type of film
for her age
then you talked
of the film you’d seen
while working
as a cinema projectionist
called Ben Hur
and the great
chariot races in it
she leaned close to you
as you talked
her hands
on the brick bridge
her hips pressing
gently against yours
she said she like it
when you came
to their farmhouse
and practised judo
with her brothers
and she could watch
and as she spoke
you studied her
her short fair hair
her large blue eyes
her delicate hands
the fingertips rubbing
against the bricks
of the bridge
the simple
green shift dress
she had on
and do you remember
that time you had them
both on the grass at once
in that karate fight?
she said excitedly
and you noticed
maybe
for the first time
her small firm bust
her figure
kind of huggable
although you hadn’t
hugged her
and she went on
about wanting to go
out with you
but her brothers
had said
Baruch won’t be
interested in you
he likes pretty girls
and you looked
at her eyes
as she spoke
how large they were
yet not unbeautiful
the orbs blue
portraying
wide worlds of you
and how old are you?
she asked
because they
keep saying
you’re too old
for me
16
you said
well
she said
I’m 14
so that isn’t
too old is it?
no
you said
seeing her eyes look
kind of watery
like small fish bowls
then she talked
of having seen you
in her dreams
and that in her dreams
you had kissed her
where did I kiss you?
you asked
on the lips of course
she said
no I meant
where abouts
was I when I kissed you?
o
she said blushing
in the barn
by the farmhouse
o I see
you said
never having been
there with her
only with her brothers
to do judo fights
she looked down
at the water
her eyes wide
and watery
a bird flew by
a bird song sounded
you leaned close to her
and kissed
her ear
through her
fair hair
and she looked at you
and you saw
new worlds
being born there
amongst the blue
Milka smiling
at an older you.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
You practiced
judo moves with Jim
on the grass
outside the farmhouse
where he lived
and his younger sister
stood on the periphery
watching the moves and falls
and she watched you
with her usual concentration
her eyes glued on you
her hands clapping
when you had Jim down
or made the right moves
and her mother
poked her head
out of the door
of the farmhouse
and said
Monica leave the boys alone
they don’t want you
pestering them
I’m just watching
Monica called back
not doing any harm
do as you’re told
her mother said firmly
and Monica slouched back
towards the farmhouse
cussing under her breath
kicking at the grass
as she went
I was only watching
she said to her mother’s
disappearing back
then she paused
and looked back
at you and said
you don’t mind do you?
no not at all
you said
but Jim said
pushing damp hair
from his sweaty face
go Monica
do as you’re told
and she smiled at you
but gave Jim
a look
in passing
of sternness
and icy cold.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
You rode the steep hill
on your bike
to get to the farm house
where Jim and Pete were
to practice Judo
in the grass about the house
or in the small hay barn
their sister Monica
was by the fence
when you rode in
the driveway
are the boys about?
you asked
might be
she said
looking at you
what do you want them for?
Judo practice
you replied
getting off the bike
and leaning it
against the fence
can you teach me?
will your mother let you?
why shouldn’t she?
ask her and see
you said
looking away from her
and gazing at the fields
and woodland all about
she might if you ask her
Monica pleaded
moving nearer
her hand holding the fence
by your hand
when you’re older
you said
I’m old enough
she said
the farmhouse door opened
and her mother
put her head
out the door
the boys will be out soon
she said
do you want to wait indoors?
are you worrying
Benedict again Monica?
no just talking
is she being a pain?
she asked you
no she’s ok
you said
I’ll wait for the boys here
you said
ok then
but Monica come in
and help me prepare lunch
Monica pulled a face
like ******* a lemon
and sighing
and cursing
under her breath
followed her mother
indoors but before
she went in
the door way
she turned and blew
a kiss from the palm
of her small chubby hand
then disappeared
you caught the blown kiss
in the shell form
of your hands
and studied it
in your palm
then put it in the pocket
of your jeans
where it could evaporate
and do no harm.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
When Monica asked
if she could go with you
and her brothers
bike riding
her mother said
no you’re too young
or if she asked
to go with you
and Jim and Pete
to the cinema
to see the latest
Elvis flick
her mother said
definitely not
it’s not for young girls
and Monica’d storm indoors
slamming the door
shouting I hate you all
but when you called one day
and her brothers were out
(gone to see their big brother
about some old motorbike)
her mother said
yes come in and wait
and Monica was
pleased as Punch
especially when
her mother said
you could stay to lunch
and I can show you
over the place
Monica said
and after lunch maybe
we can go for a bike ride
along the small lanes
and maybe you
could show me
some judo moves
and her mother said
we’ll see I’m not sure
Benedict will want
to do those kind
of things with a girl
and went off
to make lunch
and Monica showed you
all over the house
whose room was whose
and up in the attic
she said
this is my room
and took your hand
and took you
to the window
and said
see the view I’ve got?
Isn’t it the best?
and you said
yes it’s good
and you took in the view
and looking around
the room you saw her bed
and the big pink elephant
there by the wall
staring at you
and she said
that’s Pinkie
isn’t she great?
sure
you said
and she took you
down the stairs
to the kitchen for lunch
and her mother
chatted away
about her sons
and Monica sat there
gawking at you
her eyes studying
each aspect of you
her eyes large
as saucers
blue and beautiful
and after lunch
you showed her
a few judo moves
which she loved
especially when
your hands moved her
and you sensed
her almost ready
to burst with joy
and just before
you were ready
to go for a ride
on the bikes
her brothers came
and shooed her away
and she went off
giving them the evil eye
but you she gave
the young girl wink
the we know
what they don’t smile
and off you rode
with her brothers
but she kept
those moments with you
(to herself)
as if you were
Romeo and Juliet
fond lovers.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC
Milka waited by the gate
of the farmhouse
for him to arrive
her brothers waited also
for he was their friend first
even if she had
drawn in him
with her emotional tide
I showed him how
to drive a car
one said
and I showed him
how to ride a motorcycle
said the other
in a field
Milka said
just in a ******
farm field
they sniggered
what have you shown him?
the oldest brother asked
yes what fine skills
have you taught him?
the other said laughing
wouldn't you like to know
she said stormily
folding her arms
and avoiding their stares
they guffawed
in the background
then proceeded
to practice their judo
until he arrived
she turned
and glimpsed them
now and then
but all she wanted
was for him to arrive
just a quick word
and maybe kiss
before her brothers
collared him
for the judo practice
the last time he came
and practiced
he had them both down
on the ground in minutes
and she stood
and clapped and cheered
what had she shown him?
that was between
she and him
not for her snooping
brothers to know
she looked up
the narrow road
that led to the farmhouse
but he wasn't in sight
just a car
then a tractor
slowly moving along
whose driver waved
(and she embarrassed
waved back)
one of her brothers
was on the ground
the other stood triumphantly
hands in the air
she looked away
she caught
the summery air
the sight of birds
in flight
but not him
and she'd put on
her new jeans
and top( too tight
her mother said)
with a flowery pattern
then he was coming
over the hill
riding his bike
and the ******
of excitement
ran through her being
and she stood expectantly
by the gate
trying to appear casual
unconcerned
and he dismounted his bike
and came over
his Elvis style quiff
his jeans and shirt
and despite herself
she stood there on tiptoes
her body tingling
and he smiled
and shyly kissed
her cheek
and touched her hand
then walked to her brothers
and they came at him
with their judo moves
and taunts and laughter
and she stood there
watching
sensing the kiss
on her cheek
burn into her skin
and light a fire
of passion within
waiting and watching
feeling his touch
on her hand
(not to be washed off)
and she rubbed
her finger along
where he had laid
his touch
and inwardly
she mused
and thought
o God
o too much.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
My original spring was wound,
Tight as a Swiss watch.
The fore-finger and thumb
Of the nun turned the crown *****
As only the Sisters could do.
Any subject could be converted
Into a lesson of the life of Jesus.
A plus sign becomes a cross.
*Even Jesus knew the angles
To be a carpenter and Savior,*
Grace and Faith kept time.
The Sacrements were frequent topics.
How many would we receive
Between Baptism and Extreme Unction?
After Confessions, I once asked,
Is it possible to sin between Penance and the curb?
All things are possible with God.
You didn't want to die with a blemished soul;
Being responsible for more thorns and nails
Pounded into the emaciated, pitiful flesh
Of the one to emulate,
With Grace and Faith.
I was fervent in prayer.
I wanted to carry the Holy Eucharist
To the housebound or hospitalized;
Through the throng of thugs
Ready to defile the wafer.
I was ready to die a martyr,
With a benevolent, sober Jesus,
Guarding from the clouds,
Right hand raised like a Judo chop,
Blessing me, preparing me,
Protecting me with a corporeal force field.
Grace and Faith kept time.
I pined to wear the Altar Boy's Cassock,
Soutane-like, long and black,
Topped with the surplice;
To ring the bell, light the incense,
Hold the Communion Plate
Under Mammy's chin
As she knelt in supplication,
Before the Madonna,
My blessed Mother.
Did she envision me as a Jesuit,
Tending to the lame lepers
In the jungles of Peru and Africa.
Me, who issued forth from her.
Faith kept time.
The dark hour was closing in.
The spring was loosening,
Unwinding as I relaxed.
Marian sat beside me,
Thinking of our orders
At the drive through.
The Nehru-collared clerk
Slid the glass window,
Listening to our wants.
I offered her a napkin
To keep the crumbs
Of her little black dress.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
Having run across the field
to the river’s edge
she sat down on the grass
and he followed
out of breath
and sat beside her
she laughed
told you couldn’t catch me
Milka said
I can run like a gazelle
Naaman breathed in deep
Holding his groin
I gave you a head start
he said
I still won though
she said
pleased with herself
only just
he said
she lay back
on the grass
he watched her breathe
her chest rising
and falling slowly
she had her hands
over her stomach
her short fair hair
mixed with the green grass
she smiled
what are you looking
at me for?
I like looking at you
he said
why?
he looked at the river
because I do
must be a reason
she said
looking at him
with her dark eyes
I think of you
when I’m not with you
and so I need
to capture the image
of you for when
you’re not here
he said
do you think of me
all the time?
she asked
pretty much
he said
my brothers will think you
have gone soft
she said
he looked away
trees blew slightly
in the wind
the clouds were moving slowly
only with regards
to you
he said
he gazed at her
lying there
her legs raised
heels flat on the grass
her skirt showing
her thighs
I dream of you
she confessed
most nights
and pretend Teddy is you
and squeeze him tightly
near to me
so that he is right
against my *******
lucky Teddy
Naaman said smiling
taking in her lips
slightly parted
her teeth
just visible
poor Teddy
only has one ear now
and my mother
has sewn his arm on
many times
Milka said
Naaman lay down
on the grass
next to her
laying his hand
on her arm
feeling her pulse
her warmth
maybe you treat him
too roughly
Naaman said
she smiled
her lips spreading wide
well you’re not there
and he is a poor substitute
she said
I can’t be there
he said
your mother
seldom leaves the house
and if she is out
your father is there
or your brothers
besides you’re too young
for such things
what things?
she asked
looking at him
trying to look serious
ask Teddy
he said
I’m 14
only 2 years
younger than you
she informed
I know
he said
your brother told me
when we were practising judo
last weekend
does he know you see me?
he knows I take you out
but he thinks I do so out of pity
because I feel sorry for you
she laughed
putting her hands
over her mouth
to stop the loudness
of her laughter
he thinks that?
Naaman nodded
what’s he think we do
pick flowers and watch butterflies?
he thinks we go see
the peacocks
he said
we do
she said
but not this
not what we did
last Sunday
Naaman added
we just kissed
nothing else
she said
more than he thinks
or your mother
he said
she looked at the river
the water flowing slow
best then
she said softly
they don’t know.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
Will you?
Will you kiss my feet,
ugly and calloused as they are,
from doing what i love?
Will you kiss my fingers, and wrists,
when They ache from playing the piano?
Will you kiss my palms,
My eyes,
My lips,
when they grow tired of signing, and interpreting?
Will you litter my throat,
and trace your lips across it,
when I grow weary of singing?
And when I am a Mother,
will you still make love to me?
When we are old,
will you still hold me,
compressing me tightly,
as you whisper you love me?
And If you should pass before I,
will you wait for me in the summer fields,
even though you do not share my faith?
I know I shall.
I shall kiss your fingers,
your palms,
you arms,
when they ache from playing the bass.
I shall wrestle with you,
and laugh when you tickle me,
even if I have just come from judo,
and my body aches.
When I am a mother,
my children shall be ours,
and I will want no other being besides you.
When we are old,
I shall care for you,
and love as much as I do today.
And if I die before you,
I shall wait for you in the unknown,
rather than go to a place where I am meant to be.
For there is no home there for me without you.
And although I think these things,
I do not worry, for I know we will.
When we are alone,
and all is quiet,
we shall make sweet music together.
Or I will dance for you.
While we are young we shall laugh,
love, and Live,
every single day.
And when we are parents,
we shall sneak, and tip-toe,
stealing away intimate moments at every chance.
When we are old,
I know neither of us will have aged in the others eyes.
For you are as ageless to me as I am to you.
And when the time comes
for us to leave this world,
we shall leave it together.
Hand in hand we will go into the darkness of the unknown.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
*When we first met,
Thought of you as a threat.
A brown galaxy in your eyes,
I stared at you on full-size.
I discovered the first dimension of universe;
And I looked up in a straight line,
There was another house near mine.
2nd dimension of universe;
There you were,
The girl next door.
Third dimension warned me on,
I can’t waste time any more,
I have to come and say Hello.
“Hey you”
Youngest star from our town.
Fourth dimension revealed more;
Pretty little neighbor.
I took her palm to look for signs,
All I could see was a constellation in her lines.
Your brightest star is still quite far,
Cause’ I been smoking devil's cigar.
Always orbiting around your hair,
To nowhere floating in despair,
You almost left me without air,
But I simply didn’t care.
Fifth dimension established our similarities,
Books lovers and music addicts likewise.
A sixth dimension of universe;
It's possible to become best friends,
A friendship that may never end.
Seventh dimension gives me access,
To pick up your wedding dress,
To all your secrets and your big dreams,
You’re gonna be a Judo teacher,so it seems.
The eight dimension of universe ;
Now we know too much about each others,
Even though we came from different mothers.
We are infinite.
Through ninth dimension;
We compare our lives,
Wishing If we could start all over.
Would it be all different or all the same ?
Darling,you call me many times insane.
The tenth and final dimension,
We arrive at the point in which,
Everything possible and imaginable is covered.
All was said and done,
Defined by who we are,
What we could have been,
And what we thought it should have.
Beyond this,
Nothing can be imagined by us,
Two lowly mortals in this big Universe.
I wish I could travel back in space-time,
So I can see you again for the first time.
You were like a moon,
Always gone too soon…*
Stef Devid Alexandru ©
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
The body of
A Greek goddess
If you know what I mean
She is indeed
A scissor hold queen
She has mastered judo
Jujitsu too
Don't anger her
If you know
What's good for you
Trapped between
Those powerful thighs
Is where I long to be
Totally helpless
I obey her demand
Of "Pleasure Me!"
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC
I learned my ABC's
Before snakes and ladders
Only to find out the words ladders
Had less snakes, and what mattered
More than letters were numbers
Life's monopoly where's go
No get out of jail free card
And most of the X's and O's
Were in a game of tic tac toe
So life's complicated, unlike Atari
Where opponents, use fake words
When they ***** u like life was sorry
And like trouble, our plans fall over
Like a dominoe set
Money? Security? Like go fish
With a boss that's Alex trebek
Asks questions as you sweat
Constantly in jeopardy, an orphan
A game of hangman, and hang men
Who can't buy vowels, wit no fortune
so life's game is wheel of misfortune
Where there's no truth. Just dare
And the price is never right
I mean who doesnt wannabe a millionaire
But when your the weakest link
You're treated as a pawn for your labor
Left a contestant on survivor,
Not as smart as a fifth grader
That's why families feud
Until like scrabble words don't make
A sound, left with a frown to make
Everyone as crazy as eights
Left only to bluff like poker
Acting wild as a joker
With no bridge to bridge the hole
When ur the ******* going over
21, to bust like blackjack
Losing even in uno
Left only to play solitaire and lose
Like a skitzo beating himself in judo
Cause in the end, society reads the
Same code, as computers so Heros
Are those who don't quit the game of ******** When they aren't a 1 just zero
Cuz like binary code there's only 2 roads
1 or zero, and those that stuck through
And didn't forfeit their checkered chess match til the end, are those I look up to
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC