"tina" poems
Photography,
Photo journalistic,
Everyday, realistic.
Commercial, architecture, landscape, artistic,
Industrial, fashion, ethnographic, pornographic.
Big Brother, fallace, stealer of souls, vouyer.
News seller, instant gratifier, man pleaser, woman abuser.
Barthes, Sontag, Cindy Sherman,
Virginia Woolf, Warhol. Weegie, Francesca Woodman,
Leibovitz, Adams, Arbus, Tina Modotti,
Nan, Evans, Hoffer and even the Paparazzi.
Cheap ***** digital manipulator, image poser,
Center fold, coupons, Jackie O and Marilyn Monroe.
Where did they go:
Lifeless paper product, painter's picture mess,
C-type, digital archival,
Sepia, black and white, hard drive retrival.
Image addict,
Image taker,
Image maker,
image seller,
image buyer.
Newspaper, magazine, graphics and ads,
TV, dreams, even the trash.
Billboards, subways, phones and buses:
Utopia:
Surreal, crop, stretched and air brushes.
Modern ideal.
Surface manipulator.
Brain conditioner.
Consent manufacturer.
Oh Photography,
I got you in my eye.
A few thousand dollars,
A BFA, A critical scholar.
Or maybe a nerd,
Just boys with toys.
Telephoto genitals, with motor drive action.
Studio lights, umbrella traction.
Oh Photography,
You proprietor of obscene.
Detailed, de-sensitized.
Court ordered, jury analyzed.
Click, image, copy, edit, paste, print or post.
Myfacespace, twitter, flicker,
An internet media overdose.
Pry, spy, your friend's friend's acquaintances.
Parties, picnics, reunions and shows.
Visits, vacation, style, shoes and clothes.
Pics, photos, images, jpegs and giffs.
Snap shot, portrait, panoramic, Kodak kiss.
Exacerbate:
Divorce, break-ups, jealousy, envy, love and fears.
Devour and captivate society for years.
Slaves to Western and Capitalist desires,
Destruction of Earth with psychological, monetary empires.
Jan 11, 2010
Jan 11, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
Be my novel tonight
Allow me to navigate the depths of your thoughts
and journey through the pathways of your mind while
merging in my imagination and infusing in my wildest
poetic fantasies. Inscribing in our bedpost an
unforgettable bestseller.
Be my music tonight
Let me groove to the beat of your heart picking up pace
as I explore new ways to invoke melodious outbursts. I
want to sing a duet with you of synchronized moans and
pleasurable sighs. Culminating with you belting out my
name in one final perfect note.
Be my masterpiece tonight
Permit me to trace my fingertips across every inch of
your frame as I find your sensually stimulating spots.
Armed with new knowledge and intent, sit back as I
stroke you with my brushes of desire and take you on a
creative adventure of twists and turns as I bring to life my finest
work of art and watch with all anticipation your love erupt.
© Tina Thompson
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
Sunny afternoon
75 degrees
Breeze
Flowing
Blowing softly through the slightly cracked window
Trees
Swaying
Laying rhythmic undertones to lyrical chirping
Me
Smiling
Snuggled so tightly
Pressed against your skin
Entangled limbs
Indistinguishable as to where you end and I begin
Our
Hearts and Breaths
Synced
Collaborating
Producing a soothing lullaby as we drift off to...
Sleep
I miss afternoon naps
With you
In
The afterglow
after...
© Tina Thompson
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
Your presence warms me daily
We flirt with anticipation
Of what's to come.
As you beam closer to me
I toss playful mists of eagerness.
Your caress drives me crazy
Every sense is heightened.
I arch towards you.
I am swelling with excitement
Raging wet with desire
Open to receive you.
You invade me
s l o w l y
Illuminating me to vibrancy
Of colorful ecstasy
Igniting golden fires
To radiate from me.
You drink my hues of your reflection
Returning each day
At sunset
For a time.
In those minutes
You are mine.
We are one
You are my Sun.
© Tina Thompson
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
The sounding alarm starts the frenzy
I hurry myself to shower and dress
Slowing just for a moment
To strategically place fragrant surprises
For later explorations.
Accelerating with all urgency
I weave through the blockade of traffic
Risking it all to preserve
Each second, each minute, every moment of time
For my waiting infatuation
Flushes of excitement consume me
As I near my destination
I am overwhelmed with pulsating urges
As I search for a way to impress you
Show advanced appreciation
Welcomed with a sensual eagerness
Each of us knowing and wanting
I ask "Can I play you a tune?"
A Love song plays to a faintness
As you bring me to satisfaction
Then,
Ascending to kiss me softly
You wish me a good day at work.
Wiping excess from your chin
You smile and say "See you tomorrow."
© Tina Thompson
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 2:46 PM UTC
Wussup, professional Latina?
Diversity been good 2 U?
Water warm enough 4 U?
Shaking down enuf rich gringos
to fund your Non-Profit?
(*speak against capitalismo here*)
Got time for la Revolución after your pedicure today?
(mention the border here)
still watching Oprah, Abuela?
heard from your third ex-husband recently?
Wussup consummate professional.
(*turn on NPR here*)
Got nail polish? Got car waxed? Got investments?
(take a networking business lunch here)
Have you streaked your hair enuf?
(mention indigenismo here)
I hope you are caring well for all the nietos
and still have time to be a tiburona
(insert italicized Spanish word here)
How are all your gente ?
(*mention mujeres fuertes here*)
Hey Latina - when did you move out of the barrio ?
(*mention La Raza here*)
Mujer Latina—wussup.
how is Gringolandia workin' out 4 U ?
(turn off Univision here)
'cause if the oppression gets too bad
you could always move back
to Venezuela
or Chihuahua
or San Juan, or...
(*mention Trump here*)
...Miami?
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
Maginaw ang hamog sa unang ulan ng Disyembre
Naging kristal ang mga alikabok sa Hilaga
Lumaganap ang kahel na tina sa dahon ng Makahiya
Tumataghoy sa kweba ng kapusuan
Ibigay ang sagot sa patlang na kalooban
Himutok ay hindi na lumubay
Nang natagpuan na mayroon ng kasintahan
Napatingala sa langit na lipos ng estrelya
Sa kubo na hinati ng dingding
Sa loob ay ang buhay na ikinatha
Sa kabila naman ay ang mga bagay na dapat ginawa
Ngayon ay nagtagpo ang himakas at dagat
Sa katagalan nang paghintay ng salita upang ibibigkas ay wala rin saysay sa kahuli-hulihan
Sa tugmaang ito'y nasawan
Wiligan ng bendita ang dating sanggol sa kamalayan
Kipkipin at itago ang lampin
Sa ambon, sa bintana ay napaisip
Paano kung hindi natutong magmahal
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Ahh, sweet familiar uncertainty
My joy you will not steal.
My Faith abounds, My journey's sound
For my co-pilot's at the wheel.
©Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
Concerned with
The rapid pace
At which women
Are being
Disgraced.
I pray
Confused by
Their acceptance
Of the outright
Level of
Disrespect.
I pray
I pray for
Men to understand
You degrade yourself
When you dishonor women.
I pray for
Women to demand
Their value, worth and
Respect from men.
I pray for
Children to be
Protected and shielded
Able to retain a high esteem.
I pray for
Humanity
To return
To it's divine purpose.
I pray for
Love
To abide
In our hearts and mind
I pray for you
I pray me
I pray for family
I pray for harmony
Understanding we need
Whole men able to love
Whole women able to raise
Whole children able to Achieve
Greatness
I pray
©Tina Thompson 2012
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 9:35 AM UTC
**I once lived by a river
That flowed with a seducing call
Drawing me daily to it's bed
And Liberating me in it's waves.
I miss my raging river
That use to splash all over me
Bringing joy and excitement
To my otherwise lonely days.**
©Tina Thompson
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Knock knock, who’s that?
Glance through the peephole
**** I’ve missed you and that’s a fact
Here take my money and my soul
Can I ask you what your name is?
Oh, wow what a lovely name
Tina, I remember our very first kiss
You walked out and I’ve only myself to blame
It feels as if I cannot live without you
That I wouldn’t make it out alive
There’s an explanation that’s due
You keep me alive long enough to survive
My mind has many thoughts but mainly parasites
I can’t control the want because it has now become a need
Between my mind and surroundings I don’t know what the **** is right
I wish you never would have planted that first seed.
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Straight Shooter
with No Chaser
Tell me
No Lies
Kind of
Communicator.
Pom Pom swinging
Rah Rah singing
From the front
Back
Or Side
Proudly Cheering.
Spirit Lifter
Mood Shifter
From low
To high
With
On time Laughter.
If things get crazy
Or someone comes against me
You got
My back
Quick
You're my one man army.
My Partner
My Friend
©Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
A teardrop on my cheek
Is all it seems to be.
A teardrop on my cheek
Shed for you and me.
A teardrop slowly sliding
For how we were before.
A teardrop being wiped away
If I could hold you once more.
© Tina Thompson
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 7:52 AM UTC
**Accept
Me
As
I
Am.**
And...
**I
Will
Become
All
That
You
Want.**
©Tina Thompson
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
You wanted...
To believe in Fantasies,
Happily ever afters
And skies so blue.
To know the peace of,
Warm embraces and tender kisses
From a lover that's true.
To feel secure,
In the now, hope for a future,
Trusting hurt would never ensue.
But...
When faced,
With the possibility
Of this being reality
You quickly flew.
There was just one thing missing
From this love situation
You had to love you.
© Tina Thompson
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 8:32 AM UTC
This contains swearwords!!!!
Do you know what it’s like to be on the dole?
The giro, the social, the rock and roll,
Well I’m tellin you now, that it’s no laff,
No heat or food, round at my gaff,
I can’t pay the bills on fifty three quid,
This is how I live; I’m tellin ye kid,
No Lecky, or water, or comfy bed,
Nowhere to lay my educated head,
You’s think I’m brewsted on state benefit,
Well I’m tellin ye now, life is ****
No jobs are goin in my town,
This whole ****** country is goin down,
I look every day for a job to do,
Over qualified under qualified, scew you,
I’d brush your path, deliver your dinner,
My options for work get thinner and thinner,
But we get the blame for the country’s debt,
And seen in your eyes as a useless get,
We are not scroungers and living like kings,
We can’t afford the simple things,
We can’t take our kids to Blackpool pier,
Or to the fair, it’s just too dear,
It’s not our fault the system let us down,
Schooling was crap, but I got a cap and gown,
So don’t look at me, like I’m ****
I’ve bettered meself to get out of this pit,
I’m clever and proud and I stand tall,
I make something out of nothing, coz I’ve got **** all,
You won’t tread us down, yeah that’s right,
We got fire in our bellies and where ready to fight,
We’re not greedy for a fancy lifestyle.
The simple things make us smile,
So quit avin a go, at our worlds apart,
I’m scouse and proud, with a lions heart,
So live well in your mansion, apartment, or detached,
Coz were the generation that Maggie hatched,
Yeah that’s right were Maggie’s crew,
The under privileged, not like you,
Time to step up the Cameron’s and Clegg’s,
Coz you’ve sat long enough on Thatcher’s eggs.
Tina Ford
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
I would
Bet my life
*******
Has nothing
On You
©Tina Thompson
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
I want to be haunted by you.
Want you to...
Sit down beside me, 'til I feel your presence in the air.
Watch me remember you, So you can see I still care.
Caress me in passing, leaving chills on my spine.
Visit my dreams, make me believe that you're still mine.
Haunt me daily, and keep this loneliness at bay.
Haunt me nightly, until my desire goes away.
I want to be haunted by you, so I can ignore the pain
Haunt me please, so I can pretend that nothing has changed.
© Tina Thompson
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
for Barry and Tina
Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed,
the fitness of waking up and going back to bed
50 years on the trot.
But I look to my father’s hands and see
all twelve-thousand morning mists
he has seen.
A gristmill heart, grained hands
and workshop walking feet are
all hidden from view.
He writes in capitals, written
with precision, and crosses the T’s
as he goes along,
So not to prolong the sentence writing chore,
making more time, conjuring up the minutes
to potter around and mend unbroken objects.
-
Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed,
the fitness of waking up and going back to bed
50 years on the trot.
But I look at my mother’s hands
and see remedies read about in those magazines,
all to look younger in the staff canteen.
A watermill heart, smooth iron fingers
and contoured, sculpted chiselled
corridor feet are all hidden from view.
She scrawls her sentences; they become the tide
hiding letters and numbers in the swell
of punctuation and dotted I’s,
The T’s cross themselves and she moves on,
another phone call to attend too or
a new BBC this-time-more-accurate historical drama to view.
-
Life experience is something I haven’t witnessed,
the fitness of waking up and going back to bed
50 years on the trot.
But if you keep on going, stay out of strong sunlight
so not to rot, those years will pass
as a striking blur leading to coastal Big Sur
roads, where the next 50 miles
bring just as many smiles as the last 50.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
I can't
Seem to
Take
My eyes
Off
Your Lips.
When you
Smile
My
Inhibitions
Take a
Dip.
Nose diving
Me
Right down
Into
Your
Arms.
Subduing
My body
And mind
With
Your
Charms.
© Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
No *** for awhile.
Not really looking right now,
Give me your number.
Waterfall Rainbow:
We embraced on an outcrop,
Under a fine mist.
Her head on my chest;
She smiled, then falls fast asleep,
I fall asleep, too.
“What” I asked, “again?”
*** three times in one hot night—
I wanted to sleep.
Do not get too close—
I have had my fill of love,
Now you have been warned.
Nothing left to say,
This will be my last Haiku,
Still thinking of you.
Black Widow in bed
Waiting for the right lover
To ****** and eat.
I fell in love once,
The sweet taste lingered for awhile
Then turned quite bitter.
Love is a question;
No one has all the answers
We can only guess.
The first time we met—
My body overheated,
It hasn’t cooled yet.
My Chevy’s backseat:
Many memories linger
All of them are good.
Tina Turner said:
“What’s love got to do with it?”
I say, “Everything!”
My fidelity,
Along with my love, is all
I have to offer.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
~
***TRAVEL TIME TROPICS TRIP TOURIST TOWN TUNNEL TOLL TICKET TAKER
TAXI TOKEN TRANSIT TRAIL TRANSPORT TRUCK TRACTOR TRAILER
TRAIN TRACK TROUBLE TEST TERROR TRAP TRIBAL TURF
THINK TALK TRY TRANSLATE TONGUE TIED
TEMPER TAMPER TIMEBOMB TICKING TRINKET TRADE
TARIFF TERMS TWINKLE TAX TREASURE TOTAL THEFT TAKEN
TWISTING THROBING THIRSTY THROAT TECATE TAVERN TWO TEQUILA
TRES TACOS TASTY TORTILLAS TEN TEQUILA TABLE TAB TIP TINA
TAWDRY TROLLUP TATTOO TABOO TOE TAP TICKLE TEASE
TERRIBLE TUNES TENOR TONES TRUMPETING TROUBADOURS
TWENTY TEENS TICK TOCK TARDY TIME TIRESOME TESTIMONY
TOTALLY TRANSGRESSED
TUMULTUOUS TRAVELER***
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
I could rest my head
On my deathbed
And say oh darling
I die more alive than ever
Resume!
I please to spend innumerable days
Inside this coffin,
As the gleaming sun shines
From my chest
And burns every bone
Tightly sticking
To this temporary structure
A million times! A million times!
I went straight to the bottom
Travelled the depths of this sea
And saw no more than solid darkness
Deafening,blind, heart-wrenching; hazardous
A sea of dead glee.
But a chest of untouched hope
The only treasure I stole
Emptied in my veins
Seething with my blood
As I lay in my deathbed
Tina RSH ©
12:15 PM
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
Allow me...
To be your warm bath at the end of a hard day
And wash away all of your stress.
To be the long exhale from your tightly held breath
And relieve your mind for good rest
Permit me...
To be the light that accompanies you along your path
And brightens your darkest days.
To be the drink that quenches your body's needs
And the source for all that you crave.
Give me permission...
To be... Your dreams in reality...
Your fantasy in the flesh...
Your Good to the last drop...
Providing pleasure non-stop...Girl
Let me be this for you babe
© Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
You taught me to believe in myself
And encouraged me to soar.
You protected me from harm, keeping
Enemies away with your roar.
You raised me to feel wealthy
Even though we were poor.
You showed me God's grace by
Always making room for one more.
You are the personification of unconditional love
The epitome of selflessness.
You are the embodiment of true beauty
The essence of graciousness.
You are my Mother
my Motivator
my Strength
And my Friend.
© Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC