"showiness" poems
~
*Here is an assertion
and showiness
in the expanse
of white skin – from her
high forehead,
down her graceful neck,
shoulders, and arms.
Although the black
of her dress is bold,
it is also deep, recessive,
and mysterious.
He stalks her
as one does a deer,
his palette composed of
lead white, rose madder,
vermilion, viridian,
and bone black.
A dash of light rose
over the former
gloomy background,
you see, and
the élancée figure
shows to much
greater advantage.
Her body boldly
faces forward while
her head is turned in profile.
A profile of both
assertion and retreat.
The table provides support,
and echoes her
curves and stance.
One strap of her gown
has fallen down
her right shoulder,
suggesting the possibility
of further revelation;
one more struggle
and the lady will be free.
Everything converges to
imply a distant sexuality
under the professional
control of the sitter,
rather than offered for
the viewer's delectation.
Her untamed wilderness
remains unseen.*
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Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
Glowing faces
In beautiful destinations
Saying "Pay me so I can show you how to live like me"
Give them your money, your time
Their joyous lives fill your Instagram feed,
Filling you with a insatiable need
To consume what the lifestyle they are selling
Life coaches, spiritual masters, transformation guides
All these people who've got the life
While you turn to them
Through your screen
Looking to them to tell you what life means
They say "Pay up, happiness isn't free"
And you scramble in search for money,
Because they say they sell what you need
You work your nine to five,
And live your tired life
You try to make ends meet
Your kids are ungrateful,
Never looking up from their myriad screens
Your husband left you
In search of a woman who looks like she could be in her teens
You eat your ramen, no, it's not gluten free
You wonder how your life got to this--
In two words: Miserable drudgery
You go on social media,
Look at all these lifestyle gurus
Talking about how happy they are
That they could burst at the seams
They've got the money,
And the perfect honey
And the luxuries,
They take selfies on distant beaches,
Smiling cheek to cheek
They are happy
And they are trying to sell you their lifestyle
They create e-courses, e-books, e-everything-and-anythings
On how to follow what they did
to become so happy, so wealthy, so blessed
It's all a mindset, they teach
You can get anything you desire
If you work hard enough for it
It's a revolution,
With all these self love lifestyle gurus
Infiltrating social media
But are we selling our souls,
To these people
who don't truly understand
What it's like to be you?
What it's like to be financially poor,
Abandoned and lonely,
Unattractive by society's standards,
I'm not saying they haven't been through
their own stuff,
But can you really commodify a lifestyle?
Can you put a price tag on helping others?
Especially when that price tag is thousands of dollars?
This help is for the privileged,
And those that need help the most
will go without,
as usual
I guess I just crave humility
In this selfie culture,
I truly ache for authenticity,
Real helping,
Real healing,
And not all of this showiness,
Disguised as expressing gratitude for your amazing life
On social media
Perhaps we can all wake up
From the spectacular little daydream of our own lives
To the reality of the worldwide suffering going on right at this moment
Maybe if we stopped posting about the atrocities on the news,
Got off our phones
And did something to change our world,
Things would be different.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
Our friend so furry black and white
on softened cushions
so soft a silent tread,
walk on whimsical nocturnal flight
You rest upon a wooden rail so smooth,
the same as the Sphinx upon the sea of sand,
so cunning, mischievous and shrewd
Now hum your murmurings aloud,
glad tidings you bestow to me
And whisper through your stare,
a friend you are, you are to me
You sense the beauty within our hearts,
no pretentious human outward showiness
For in a world of bombs and hatred spread,
you tell your tale of love instead...
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
He is my infinite heavenly universe
An ardent sparkling treasure
That spellbinds my entireness
That refreshes me with his boundless bright smile
In the mighty, rising, and towering sunshine
I find warm exalted solace in his long, macho arms
My ****** hypnotic, and rock-solid heart-throb
My fierce superior showstopper
I utterly love his boldness, dopeness, and showiness
How he has me bound by his beguilingness
Slowly slipping away from the realm of reality
Into the galaxy of his majesty
Listen to his strong, baritone voice
How I rejoice in all his wondrously
Impressive and poetical majesticness
With profound and appealing charm
So suave, enthralling, and remarkably knowledgeable
So badass and splashy as ****
I wanna caress his full flawless beard
Rub his broad tattooed pecs
Kiss his magnificent, manly-looking shoulders
Treasure him from the top of his head
To the soles of his feet
Taste every passionate incomparable word he speaks
Bewitched by the delicious richness
And slickness of his glistening and thrilling masculinity
When I take him into my innermost
Regions of my existence, stoke my homosexualness
Unleash his intense, relentless heat
Break open my mind, body, and soul
Make me so hopped up and shell-shocked
As he taunts my architecture
Enchant my inner woman
Let me be the only one that manliness craves
Teach me how to please thee
Show me the way into his **** *** sound system
Take into the hottest mind-boggling stages of ecstasy
Stare into the mirror of my queer world
Deflower me, devour me, drown me
In his unrivaled enticing delightsomeness
Draw me into his bright shining enchantment
My gayness suspended in his web of vivid fervent sensualness
I greatly adore his crisp, moist sweetness
Find deep meaning in his chemistry
Delve into the radical chapters
Of his magical page-turning attractiveness
My untouchable succulent drug
He has me so turnt up
Feening for one more hit
Of his desirable high-powered ****
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
Knock-knock
Who's there?
Leave it, you do not care..
Say what?..
The moment we do any blunder
You torture us with hunter
We always show loyalty
But there are more cases of your cruelty
"Came from my mother's womb
Thinking I would love it,
Beaten me, separated me & all I saw was doom"
"From Ambanis to Jonas
I became a mere piece of showiness"
We know you're more fit
I guess this is why you still refer us with "it"
Inhuman to us in many ways
Thus our number decreases on new days
Did neglections, rituals and even rapes
A mankind so contaminated
by people without capes..
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC