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Microsoft  How I Hate You

 

For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues

For thirty years I have had a love hate relationship

With my damn computer

 

I love it when it works as it advertised

I love it when the internet is fast and furious

I love it when my emails work

My Itunes work and my word works

 

But all too often

All I get is grief

 

It starts with the error messages

Written in a strange haiku like language

That only computer geeks understand

 

Things like

General Failure reading disk drive

Begs the question who is this General Failure

And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?

 

Or my favorite

“Not responding” as the computer freezes up

For no apparent reason

Other than to fuck with my head

 

Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer

A printer that is connected to the computer

And one that they found five minutes ago

 

And the dreaded blue screen of death

That appears randomly

Dumping memory somewhere

 

And killing my computer slowly

As I watch in real time

 

Powerless to stop

How it eats all my work

That I have failed to back up

 

One day I counted how many times

I ran into computer errors

70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft

Something goes wrong

 

Sometimes I want to shoot my computer

Put it out of its misery

 

As I curse up a blue storm

The computer looks at me

With an evil grin

It continues to fuck with my head

 

Nothing but silence from it

And all the other computers in the world

They smile knowing that they have tortured me

Yet again

 

Mission accomplished.

 

 

 

Computer Blues (revised)

 

Sometimes I think

My computer is plotting against me

And only me

Trying deliberately to drive me mad

 

My computer knows when I am busy

Then it throws a hissy fit

 

Refuses to boot up

Crashes constantly

Looses data that it had the day before

Or five minutes before

Or refuses to save the data

 

Just fucks with me

As it loves toying with me

Making me yell and scream

At my damn computer screen

 

Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses

As the blue screen of death

Marches across the dark blue screen

 

 

Smiling at me

As I beg it

To do what

it is supposed to do

 

Just once I beg it

Do what you are supposed to

Open the document once

Not twenty times

 

Do not not respond

In endless loops of opening

Not responding refusing to close

Until I respond to the error code

 

Please Mr. Computer

Quit playing games

Play my music

Don’t wipe out the sound

On the fifth attempt to play music

 

Don’t take an half hour to load Microsoft products

Don’t freeze up on opening ITUNES or Groove or Spotify

Don’t give me computer haiku error messages

That only make sense to computer geeks

 

Such as general error reading files

Who the ***** is this damn general

And why is NSA reading my files

 

Or can’t save the file

Or can’t save the an open file

When it just did ten times in a role

 

And in Microsoft excel

Refusing to move the cursor

Just freezing in place for a moment

 

And all the other gobblygook messages

That pop up every five minutes it seems

As the computer slowly drives me mad

 

Do what you are supposed to do

That is all I ask of you

 

 

More Computer Blues

 

Sometimes I think

My computer is plotting against me

Trying deliberately to drive me mad

 

My computer knows when I am busy

Then it throws a hissy fit

 

Refuses to boot up

Crashes constantly

Looses data that it had the day before

 

Just fucks with me

As it loves toying with me

Making me yell and scream

At my damn TV

 

Smiling at me

As I beg it

To do what

it is supposed to do

 

Prayer for  Computer (send to Microsoft)

 

Every morning

I start my day

Cursing my damn computer

Been doing this for 30 some years

Since I bought my first computer

The Atari back in the 80’s

 

There is always something

Once I spilled coffee

On my first computer

The screen fizzled

 

Then green 666 appears

Endless repetition

Of the evil number from revelations

 

Freaked me out

It was 1984 after all

Was my computer making a political point?

 

Then of course

Endless blue screens of death

Fatal error reading disk drive

 

And my favorite computer error haiku

General Failure Reading Disk Drive

Begging the unanswerable question

Who is this General Failure

And why is he reading my disk drive

 

Years ago a computer techie

Told me the secret

that they don’t want you to know

 

99% of computer problems

Can be solved by rebooting

And 99% of the time

No one knows what went wrong

Or how to fix it

And so it goes and goes

 

Endless computer meltdowns

Mostly harmless

 

A couple of malware incidents

Once my computer was possessed

By evil malware that kept opening

 

And once I had an early version

Of ransom wear

My computer warned me

A dangerous virus had infected

My computer

Pay us money to fix it now

 

Had to take my computer to the shop

Reformate the hard drive

To remove that computer bug

 

But once my computer just died

Loosing half my recent data

Just because it wanted to

No reason given

 

So today instead of cursing up a blue storm

Of my own personal blue screen of death

I offer this short prayer to the computer gods

 

Today just for today

When I turn you on

I want you to do what you are supposed to do

Everything works

Everything is fast

And no more damn computer error haiku

Just do your fucking job

 

 

icrosoft How I Hate You

 

For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues

For thirty years I have had a love hate relationship

With my damn computer

 

I love it when it works as it advertised

I love it when the internet is fast and furious

I love it when my emails work

My Itunes work and my word works

 

But all too often

All I get is grief

 

It starts with the error messages

Written in a strange haiku like language

That only computer geeks understand

 

Things like

General Failure reading disk drive

Begs the question who is this General Failure

And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?

 

Or my favorite

“Not responding” as the computer freezes up

For no apparent reason

Other than to fuck with my head

 

Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer

A printer that is connected to the computer

And one that they found five minutes ago

 

And the dreaded blue screen of death

That appears randomly

Dumping memory somewhere

 

And killing my computer slowly

As I watch in real time

 

Powerless to stop

How it eats all my work

That I have failed to back up

 

One day I counted how many times

I ran into computer errors

70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft

Something goes wrong

 

Sometimes I want to shoot my computer

Put it out of its misery

 

As I curse up a blue storm

The computer looks at me

With an evil grin

It continues to fuck with my head

 

Nothing but silence from it

And all the other computers in the world

They smile knowing that they have tortured me

Yet again

 

Mission accomplished.

 

 

 

Computer Blues (revised)

 

Sometimes I think

My computer is plotting against me

And only me

Trying deliberately to drive me mad

 

My computer knows when I am busy

Then it throws a hissy fit

 

Refuses to boot up

Crashes constantly

Looses data that it had the day before

Or five minutes before

Or refuses to save the data

 

Just fucks with me

As it loves toying with me

Making me yell and scream

At my damn computer screen

 

Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses

As the blue screen of death

Marches across the dark blue screen

 

 

Smiling at me

As I beg it

To do what

it is supposed to do

 

Just once I beg it

Do what you are supposed to

Open the document once

Not twenty times

 

Do not not respond

In endless loops of opening

Not responding refusing to close

Until I respond to the error code

 

Please Mr. Computer

Quit playing games

Play my music

Don’t wipe out the sound

On the fifth attempt to play music

 

Don’t take an half hour to load Microsoft products

Don’t freeze up on opening ITUNES or Groove or Spotify

Don’t give me computer haiku error messages

That only make sense to computer geeks

 

Such as general error reading files

Who the ***** is this damn general

And why is NSA reading my files

 

Or can’t save the file

Or can’t save the an open file

When it just did ten times in a role

 

And in Microsoft excel

Refusing to move the cursor

Just freezing in place for a moment

 

And all the other gobblygook messages

That pop up every five minutes it seems

As the computer slowly drives me mad

 

Flashing the final insult

User driven mad

Mission accomplished

 

 

 

Lost Soul

 

She lost her best friend

when she was seven years old

 

she fled the war

with her siblings

and her mother

and her best friend Teddy

 

as she fled the war

she got swept up

in the endless battles

 

and got separated

just her and Teddy remained

 

as she crossed the desert alone

in the middle of the night

 

La Immigration

grabbed her

and took her way

 

and Teddy lost his life

tossed aside

in a trash can

 

by a heartless immigration agent

who did not give a damn

that he was destroying her life

 

as she cried out

Teddy was no more

 

and she was thrown into the cage

and become just another

one of the endless victims

of the endless war

 

 

My Heart is in Your Hands

 

My love

My heart belongs to you

And is in your hands

 

As you look at me

And as I slowly dissolve

Into the ocean of your love

 

Disappearing into you

And you into me

 

And all that I am

And all I will become

Is my love for you

That you hold in your hands

 

 

worlds unending

 

One day

I was alone

in my lonely author’s studio

starting at the globe

spinning silently in the room

 

Imagining other worlds

other possibilities

when the globe stopped spinning

and images appeared

of other worlds

other places

 

and I was drawn into the globe

and found myself

in ancient Narnia

walking the realm

searching for the fabled lion

Aslan was waiting

and I was late

 

then I found myself

in the world between worlds

looking down

on all of the known universe

 

wondering where did I belong

and looked up

and saw my lunch calling me

back to my humble studio

 

and thus ended my day

traveling the worlds beyond

imagination

 

all lost in the space

in my cosmic head

 

 

 

Climbing the Mountain

 

climbing the mountain

heading to heaven

 

seeking sanshin

the spirit of the mountain

 

as I reach the cosmic peak

wondering what does it all mean

 

nothing but the silent sunrise

is an answer

 

 

Coffee Desires

 

I like my coffee

Like I like my women

 

Dark and Hot as hell,

Yet delightfully heavenly sweet

As heaven itself

 

My daily hot coffee fix

Sends Me to Heaven

then Crashes into Hell

 

Coffee is my last legal vice

It is a drug

That does what a drug should do

 

Gets me going

Flying me high

Into the sky

 

And coffee

Makes the world go round

As we fall under its spell

 

And become its slave

Needing our daily fix

 

 

 

Barbados Dreaming

 

on a windy cold damn day

in the winter months

my thoughts are draw

 

to my secret winter hideaway

Barbados

my lovely secret happy place

 

and I dream of the beaches

the sun and moon

dancing on the water

 

and the endless rounds

of rum afterward

 

and I am happy

and free

splashing in the warm waters

without a care in the world

 

Barbados calling me

on a winter’s night

 

and I must heed the call

before I go mad

with the snow and the cold

and the madness all around

 

Barbados is calling

and I must go

here there be Dragons

 

 

Here there be Dragons

 

Traveling in the ends of the world

on an epic voyage

to the back and beyond

 

we enter the dreaded

forbidden seas

that lie at the end of the world

 

here there be dragons

the old salty sailors

warn each other

over their rum

 

in the last bar

in the known universe

 

headless of their claims

we sail on into the unknown

entering the forbidden oceans

 

and then we see them

the dragons of doom

they surround the ship

tormenting us

 

with their evil cries

as they dive the ship

picking us one by one

 

and we sail into the cursed sea

one by one the dragons

pick us off

 

until I am the last man

 

 

 

 

raindrops of doom

 

the raindrops of doom

falls slowly to the ground

along the way

accumulating acid

and other poisons

 

as it falls towards the earth

becoming ever more deadly

as birds fly in and out

 

the raindrops of doom

do not care

as they fall to their death

 

raining death

from afar

all part of God’s plan

 

God commands the rain

and the raindrops of doom

fall to the ground

killing everyone they encounter

 

on the last day

of the planet earth

 

 

 

The Cherub of True Love

 

37 years ago

 

the cherub of love

was flying around the world

looking for love

in all the wrong places

hoping to bestow

his special gift

of true love

 

and the cherub of love

saw me

and my wife

yet to be

 

and he decided

we were it

for that’s day’s qouta

 

He was far behind

as he usually was

 

so he sprung his arrow

of love

 

straight through my heart

infecting me with instant love

and desire

 

and smiled

as the arrow of love

went in deep

 

and saw my wife

and infected her as well

 

mission accomplished

he returned to heaven

 

happy

as he saw true love

blossom in our hearts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Indian’s Revenge

 

 

Sitting in the land of lost souls

In the casino of the dammed

 

Watching all the pathetic losers

Seduced by the spinning lights

The constant small payoffs

 

And the constant noise

And fake almost hit it

Nonsense

 

Watching the fools

Have their money

Taken by the unfeeling machines

Of the devil

 

Watching the old

Drain away their pensions

And the young their hard-earned dollars

 

Then I win 70 dollars

And felt that I won

Had cheated the evil system

 

But the casino monsters

Smiled and laughed

Knowing that I would be back

 

And all the other suckers

Just another victim

Another night in an Indian Casino

 

Truly the Indian’s revenge

On the white man

 

For stealing their land

And their wealth

 

As they extract their revenge

one slot machine pull after another

one roulette spin after another

one craps shot after another

one poker game after another

 

Until the ends of time

And we all are called to account

 

 

 

 

 

last women in the world

 

I am the last women in the world

Everyone else

has been taken over

by the evil others

 

body snatchers

that had arrived

and taken over

everyone

one by one

and everyone was gone

 

and I was all alone

in a crowd filled with strangers

all of them

 

not a single real human being

left alive

 

and I wander the crowds

looking for someone

someone that is still human

hoping that I am not

the last woman on earth

 

 

 

 

Last Woman on Earth

The last woman on earth

Stands in a deep forest

Contemplating the end of the world

The end of civilization

The end of time itself

 

She stares out at the dark forest

Watching the world reclaim itself

Watching mankind fade away into dust

 

The last woman in the world

Clutches her bible against her chest

Wondering why God had forsaken her

 

 

She screams out to God

But no answer

Only the silence of the wilderness

And the silence in her heart

 

The end of the world

Came over night

Only she survived the final bio plague

 

She fled the crumbling ruins of the city

Sought refuge in the forest

 

And found she could not die

And she wanders the world

Looking for survivors

 

And so the world ends

And mankind fades away

 

 

 

 

the grim reaper

 

the grim reaper

is late

he is behind his quota

 

so he unleashes

the ravens of death

the ravens of despair

the ravens of madness

 

they spread out

all over the world

infecting all

 

with madness

as the world descends

consumed by hate

 

the grim reaper

smiles his sardonic grin

thinking of all the souls

he will harvest that day

 

as he carries out

the mandate

of his satanic majesty

 

 

The House of the Damned

 

deep in the woods

in the swamps of the deepest bayou

lies an old abandoned cabin

 

few have ever visited

it looks long abandoned

 

but there are stories

legends

of a creature

from beyond time itself

 

who lives deep in the swamp

devouring everything he comes across

 

But he hungers for human flesh

once in a while

he keeps a human slave

 

who goes into town

and drums up business

for his master

 

the hunters are recruited

and they are brought to the house

 

where they are commissioned

to go into the woods

and hunt down prisoners

and shoot them dead

 

and bring back the bodies

for the bounty

 

and the hunt is on

and the prisoners are caught

and the monster of the deep swamps

has a feast

 

and the hunters

are added to the fire

a few are left alive

zombies under his control

 

and so the house of the dead

continues to haunt

the deep swamps

 

 

  1. searching for God

a homeless man
camped out
on the streets
of any city

 

just another broken down soul
looking for something

 

and then I see him
painting the face of God
on the ground

 

and I know
that God is everywhere

 

and sometimes
only the down and out
can see and feel God

 

The rest of us
are blind to the divine

 

 

ancient Gods Strike Back

The ancient gods get together

and look at the modern world

and they are not happy at all

 

they debated endlessly what to do

how are they going to come

to life

to rule the world again

 

Trident the god of the sea and storms

storms out of the conference

and announces

that he is going to destroy the world

 

with the mother of all storms

and be beings churning up the sea

unleashing storm after storm

destroy coastal towns worldwide

 

and Zeus goes on TV

reveals themselves

and say that the storms

will end

 

only when mankind submits

and let the old gods return

 

 

 

SLEAZE

 

Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze

Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze

Nothing but Sleaze

Surrounds me 24/7

 

S

L

E

A

Z

E

Led by the Sleaze King

King Donald Trump

the one  true sleaze King

The Sleaze King from TV

 

Are we doomed to live

In a world run by sleaze kings

And ruled by sleaze values

 

Are we addicted to sleaze

And need our sleaze fix daily

 

As we turn on the sleaze TV

And see nothing but sleaze

Oozing out of our TV sets?

 

 

 

SLEAZE

 

Sleaze surrounds us 24/7

Lots of sleaze on the TV

Everywhere we go nothing but sleaze

All the time 24/7 sleaze rules the air

Zappa had it right calling it the slime

Everything is nothing but slime oozing out of our TV’s

 

 

 

 

 

God is in his cosmic control room

The ultimate situation room

Where here he watches over mankind 24/7

 

One day he reads

About Korean protesters

Protesting the operation of Emergency helicopters

 

Because they’re too noisy

they stir up dust

and damage their properties

 

And are just inconvenient as hell

just too bloody inconvenient

 

the protestors are demanding

that the helicopters be grounded

 

Disregarding the fact

That they save lives

Given the hellish Korean traffic conditions

 

God is furious at the callous attitude

The casual disregard for human life

And the pettiness of the protesters

 

He calls up his chief angels

And reads them the recent articles

 

All of the angels

Are furious at the callous attitudes of the protesters

 

God calls the grim reaper

His contractor who handles the details of death

God says I have a commission for you

The Grim reaper had read the article

 

As he too monitor the world 24/7

 

He laughs

and says I know what to do

Obviously they all have to die

In an horrific accident

 

and can’t get to the hospital in time

Because they are stuck in traffic

 

Now you’re talking God said

But I want you to break protocol

Just before they die show up

 

And explain to them why

They are about to die

 

That would be poetic justice God said

And you know I’m all about that

 

Everyone laughs

God has a sense of humor after all

 

The grim reaper mordantly salutes the boss

And goes about his grim task

 

 

 

three cats ready to go

 

three cats

at play

 

they look out at the world

and they are ready

 

they are born hunters

they are hungry

they are restless

 

and they want

to escape

from the house

 

to chase birds

squirrels

and other cats

 

That’s the cat’s life after all

they tolerate us humans

only because we feed them

 

But at heart

they are wild things

and wild things

need to be free

 

 

Poems

 

Dream 7177  Moonlight over the Eastern Sea

The bloody red light

of the full moon

Casts a mournful red  light

Over the silver waives

 

dancing in the sea

heading to the shore

 

I sit high inside

the sky apartment

looking down at the silver sea

 

And the reflection of the bloody red moon

Dancing on silver waves

 

I look at the man in the moon

Wondering If he thinks of me

as the man in the earth

 

I wonder what does he think of me

Does  he  think of me at all?

 

Am I nothing to him ?

Does he even exist?

 

And I am so overcome by the  urge

 

To run into the silver waves of the ocean

Howling at the moon’s reflection

 

And as I sink beneath the waves

I hope the moon maidens

Will fly  down from the  moon

to rescue me from my lunacy

 

 

Dream 7178  Sun Rise Over the Eastern Sea

 

The sun rises

On the eastern sea

Illuminating everything with its orange glow

 

As the sun rises in east

 

It salutes his sister the moon

The moon turns blue

and sinks beneath the  silver waves

 

As I looked at the sunrise

I’m filled with the light and hope

And  the baleful light  of the lunatic moon

Fades away

 

Nothing but a remnant  of the nightmare of the night before

I recall meeting the  dancing  moon maidens

Who danced upon  the  silver waves

 

All is well

The sun says to me

As I wake up to face my fate

 

 

Dream 7179  Cat thought

 

Watching the black cat

Who lives underneath the building

Slinking about

 

looking for something to kill

I am reminded once again the cats

are not our friends

as I stare at him

 

an alien invader

From another planet

 

Dream 7180 Mysterious Cat looking at me

 

 

As I look out

At the parking lot

 

I see a black cat

looking at me with dark soulful eyes

filled with mysterious secrets

 

I wondered

What the cat

thinks of me?

 

The cat looks at me

With a mysterious grin

The cat smiles at me

Like  the Cheshire cat

 

He smiles

and runs away into the bushes

 

Dream 7181 Coffee thoughts

 

I enjoy my morning coffee

listening to jazz

while watching the early morning sunlight

Dancing off the waves of the eastern sea

 

 

 

Dream 7182 Coffee how I love thee

 

I love my coffee

everyday I drink it delicious brew

Falling under its influence

As it wakes me up

 

Everything seems well

As I drink my  coffee

As my thoughts comes bubbling up

dreaming of another

Cup of coffee

 

Dream 7183 Coffee Transports me to another world

 

As I drink my morning

Cup of coffee

I am transported to another world

far far away

 

dreaming dark dreams

Of what might have

 

I am lost in my

cup of coffee

heaven  and hell

in my cup of coffee

 

Dream 7184 Dispelling the demons of the night

 

as the sun rises over the east sea.

the dark dangerous demons of my dreams

 

The wild  things

are banished

to the dark corners

of my mind

 

until the midnight hour

Comes again

And the  wild demons of the night

escape from the dark corners

in the my mind

 

Only to fade away

With the dawning of the light

 

 

Dream 7185 Another Mass shooting

 

In the  early morning light

I hear the Morning News

 

Another mass shooting event

 

Somewhere everywhere it seems

there is more trouble every day

According to  the news reports

 

Another nut case with a gun on

just wants to do you in

because he does not like the color of your skin

or the religion you follow

 

The neo-nazi demon

Went into the Jewish center

yelling all Jews must die

before killing Jews left and right

 

In the age of Trump

Nazism and fascism

Have come back

Inspired by their leader

The  great Donald Trump

 

 

 

Erotic Poetry

 

 

Dream 341  Dangerous Eyes (Male)

A man with dangerous soulful seductive blue eyes

Is my fatal attraction

Works everytime he looks at me

With those dangerous seductive blue eyes

 

Starting at me

Eyeing each part of my body

As he slowly eye fucks to death

 

Lingering on my boobs as he imagines

His cock deep inside my cleavage

Cumming all over my boobs

 

Then he looks at my pussy

Imagining eating me alive

Until I cum for him

 

Then he flips over

And imagines my ass

Calling out to me

 

Impaling me with his huge cock

Fucking the shit out of me

Until he cums

In a shuddering earth shattering orgasm

 

All of this he shows me

With his long soulful glances

And I fall under his spell

 

Once again

Losing all control

Under his seductive glances

 

 

 

Dream 342  Dangerous Eyes (female)

 

A women with dark black seductive soulful eyes

Is my fatal attraction

As she looks at me with her intense stare

As she mentally undresses me

 

As she eye fucks me

Imagining me inside her

Imagining taking me in her mouth

And sucking the life out of me

 

And then making me do it again and again

Fucking her boobs

Fucking her pussy

Fucking her ass

 

Over and over again and again

All of this conveyed

In her soulful dark eyes

As she welcomes me into her embrace

 

To start the dance of sexual surrender

And I fall deep into her spell

As she continues to star at me

With those dangerous eyes

 

 

Dream 343 Dangerous Boobs

 

A bosomy brunette

With a sexy alto foreign accent

That is my fatal attraction

I fall for them every time

 

As I look at her boobs

And imagine her boobs calling me

Demanding that I look at them

 

All of this she conveys

As she sashays down the street

In front of me

 

As all the men

and half the women

Covertly look

at her big luscious fuckable boobs

 

Proclaiming the erotic pleasures

That would soon await me

 

As I suck her boobs

And fondle them

And then fuck them

Until I explode all over her luscious boobs

 

All of this conveyed

Everything I covertly or overtly

Look at her dangerous boobs

 

 

Dream 345 Dangerous Asses

 

A brunette with an ass to die for

With a sexy alto foreign accent

That is my fatal attraction

I fall for them every time

 

As I stare at her rear

As I look at her dangerous ass

I hear it calling me

Demanding my attention

 

Saying

Hey there Mister

I know what you want

You want what I have

 

You want my ass

And you can have it

All you have to do

Is tell me

 

And the rest is history

I know you want it

And I want it too

Just come and take it

 

Lick my ass

Feel my ass

Finger fuck my ass

 

Then fuck the shit out of me

Until you explode all over my ass

As you know cuming on a women’s ass

Is the best orgasm you can ever have

 

It is all good

And you know you want it

And I want it up my ass

Right fucking now

 

All of this she conveys

As she sashays down the street

In front of me

 

As all the men

and half the women

Covertly look at her ass

 

Wondering if they would be the lucky person

To have her ass that night

To reach ass fucking heaven

In one night of unbridled buttfucking

 

Yeah I love a women

With a dangerous ass

 

 

March Moods

The weather is March is schizophrenic

Starting off with the hangover of winter

And ending with a foretaste of summer

 

The political weather is also schizoid

As the election season heats up

Every four years

 

At the beginning of the month

Everything is wide open

After several super Tuesdays

A likely winner emerges

 

March madness consumes us all

As we bet on our favorite teams

And baseball begins in earnest

 

And men get spring fever

As they look at all the pretty young things

Strutting about sashaying their hips

And inviting men to look at precious bodies

 

Finally uncovered

After wearing the winters’ burqa

 

 

Angela’s Ass – A Love Poem

Every time I make love

To Angela the love of my life

I thank God for her ass

She has the best ass in the known universe

 

And she loves in her ass

That has always been our default love making

 

I love looking at her ass

Feeling her ass

Licking her ass

And of course fucking her ass

 

And she loves it

That I love it

 

Yes thank God or the Devil

For giving me a women

With a great ass

 

 

 

  Angela’s Boobs – A Love Poem

I always thank God

For bringing me Angela

 

She has the most delightful boobs

In the whole universe

 

A bit small granted

But still big enough to get the job done

 

I love sucking them

Feeling them

Fucking them with my boobs

 

And then fucking them

Until I cover them with my jism

 

It was late in the game

When we discovered

The joy of mammary intercourse

 

But once we did

We loved every moment of the journey

 

So thank God or the Devil

For bringing me Angela

 

And her delightful boobs

Into my life

 

 

Angela’s Handjob

My wife gives the best hand jobs

In the known universe

 

She is so good at it

She knows exactly how to bring me along

 

And she does often

As we fall asleep

 

And when we take long road trips

She reaches over and gets to work

 

Just stroking and stroking

Until I can’t stand it

 

But she often stops

Leaving me hanging

In suspense

 

Begging for relief

For sexual healing

And when she does

 

Bring me to my happy ending

Boy do I feel satisfied

 

 

 

Fingering Angela

I love fingering my wife

I love stroking her pussy

Sticking my fingers in her

And stroking her

 

Until she gets hot and bothered

And wild and ready

For sexual activity

 

Often while she is giving me a handjob

I reach over and finger her

 

Occasionally we kept going

Until we both

Have our proverbial happy ending

 

But often I move on

I stick my cock in her ass

And fondle her boobs

 

And finger her

While engaged in anal sex

 

And just before I can cum

We break it off

 

And move on to round two

Often her blowjob

Or her boobs

Or her ass

 

But when we keep going

Boy do I feel satisfied

 

And I want to do more

Just handjobs and fingerfucking

 

While buttfucking her perfect ass

That is so divine

 

 

 

Angela’s Blowjobs

Lately Angela has begun

Enjoying giving me a blowjob

She used to give me oral satisfaction

 

Only once in a blue moon

And often only after I begged her

To blow me away

 

Her first blowjob

Was in Tokyo

When we saw

 

A porno movie

In a theater

 

She gave me a blowjob

But did not finish the job

 

Often she would start

But seldom finish

 

But lately

She has started adding that to our routine

And she has relaxed

 

And she now takes me in her mouth

And keeps going until I explode

And she swallows every drop

 

And she moans with pleasure

As I cum in her mouth

 

That turns me on

Hearing her

 

Scream with delight

As I cum in her mouth

 

And a couple times

She has let me mouthfuck her

 

Before tittyfucking her

And I love that

 

Having her take me

In her mouth like that

 

Boy do I appreciate

Her blowjobs

 

But I regret that it has taken so long

For us to get to this level

Of comfort

 

So long for her to relax

And take me in her mouth

 

On a regular basis

And I want more and more

 

I want her to do this for me

Every time we make love

 

For some reason

When I cum in a women’s mouth

I can always do a second round

 

But if I don’t cum first in her mouth

It is a one time deal

 

So lately we have been doing seven things

when we make love

 

handjob, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, boobfucking

tittyfucking, and buttfucking

 

And I am finally having the sexual release

And sexual healing

I always wanted with Angela

 

The one kinky thing to try

Is kissing her cum soaked lips

And that I am sure

We will try soon enough

 

I am so grateful

For her blowjobs

And that we are finally

Doing that on a regular basis

 

Thank you for that

And keep it up

 

 

 

Eating Angela

 We use to eat pussy a lot

I loved it

 

From our first night together

I ate her a lot

She loved it

But for some reason we quit doing it

 

For a long time

 

Lately she has started letting me eat her again

But not enough never enough

 

I almost feel like a woman complaining

That her boy friend did not eat her enough!

A weird role reversal of sorts

 

When we did it

I would lick her and finger her

And lick her

 

As she gave me directions

For to lick

That turned me so much

 

And when she groaned in pleasure

It almost made me cum

 

And the couple of times she came

In my face

Getting wet and filling my face

With her delicious jism

 

That was among the best sexual experiences

Of my life

And boy do I want to get back

To what we once had

 

This is the one thing I want to do again

I want to eat her every time we make love

Just like we used to

 

And I think that we are slowly

Moving in that direction

 

If we do that

And have regular blowjobs

Until I cum in her mouth

 

The rolling stones sound

Can’t get no satisfaction

Comes to mind

 

If she cums for me

In my face

 

I will finally be having the sex

I craved to have with her

 

Since the first day I met her

Almost 40 years of making love

 

And we are finally getting close

To what I need and crave

 

So I want to tell her

Please my love

 

Relax and let me eat you

As long as I want

 

Just relax and enjoy the ride

And let it all out

 

Cum in my face

As I am cuming in your face

 

And if you do

 

We will finally be reaching

The sexual nirvana

We both desire

 

 

 

69 with Angela

Another thing we use to do

Something I crave and want

And need

 

69 sex until we both cum

We used to do that

But for some reason

We quit doing it

 

And boy do I miss it

And want it

And need it

 

And I think we are moving towards that

She knows what I want

 

She knows that oral sex until we both cum

Has always been my favorite way to make love

 

And lately she has been letting me cum

In her mouth

 

Without me begging for it

As she knows how much I love it

 

And she is slowly learning to love it too

But 69 sex is still a bridge too far

 

But not for long

Not for long

 

I should just do it

And add it back to the routine

And when we do

We will again reach

The sexual nirvana

That we both still need

 

 

 

Boobfucking Angela  

I have big woman like boobs

For a man

Hairy but big almost as big as a woman’s

And that is a huge turn on for my wife

 

She loves my boobs

Lately she has been playing with my boobs

Licking them sucking them every time we make love

And that turns me on so much

 

About five years ago

We added what we call boobfucking

To our routine

 

I rub my boobs against her boobs

While she gives me a handjob

Then she sucks my boobs

 

Then I climb on top and rub my boobs

Against her boobs

Then against her pussy

Then against her ass

 

And really fuck her with my boobs

Until I am about to explode

And finish the job

Tittyfucking her

Buttfucking her

 

Until I cum

 

But the boobfucking has been so nice

So kinky and wild

 

I almost feel that I am lesbian

Making love

 

And in my next life

I want to be her lesbian lover

 

And continue boobfucking her

Every time we make love

 

 

 

 

Fucking Angela

 

The one thing we have not done

In a long time

Is regular intercourse

 

We used to do that

Me fucking her

Doggy style

Her on top

 

But not every time we made love

Maybe twice a month

 

But we had sex every other night

Just not fucking

 

But neither one of us

Really liked it

 

It was something we thought

That we had to do

 

She said it was too painful for her

And she did not really enjoy it

 

And truth be told

I don’t think she could cum

Through fucking

 

Although I could

But did not like to

 

But we gradually just did anal sex

As she had the best ass in the universe

 

And oral sex

Was awesome especially lately

 

And tittyfucking sex

We loved it and still do

 

And handjobs and fingerfucking

And boobfucking our new kinky pastime

 

And found that we liked non-intercourse sex

So much more than fucking

 

And yet I would like to try it again

And one day we will do it again

 

And then perhaps add it back

Into our routine

 

But perhaps not

And if we don’t

That is okay with both of us

 

 

 

Dream 341  Dangerous Eyes (Male)

 

A man with dangerous soulful seductive blue eyes

Is my fatal attraction

Works everytime he looks at me

With those dangerous seductive blue eyes

 

Starting at me

Eyeing each part of my body

As he slowly eye fucks to death

 

Lingering on my boobs as he imagines

His cock deep inside my cleavage

Cumming all over my boobs

 

Then he looks at my pussy

Imagining eating me alive

Until I cum for him

 

Then he flips over

And imagines my ass

Calling out to me

 

Impaling me with his huge cock

Fucking the shit out of me

Until he cums

In a shuddering earth shattering orgasm

 

All of this he shows me

With his long soulful glances

And I fall under his spell

 

Once again

Losing all control

Under his seductive glances

 

 

 

 

Dream 342  Dangerous Eyes (female)

 

A women with dark black seductive soulful eyes

Is my fatal attraction

As she looks at me with her intense stare

As she mentally undresses me

 

As she eye fucks me

Imagining me inside her

Imagining taking me in her mouth

And sucking the life out of me

 

And then making me do it again and again

Fucking her boobs

Fucking her pussy

Fucking her ass

 

Over and over again and again

All of this conveyed

In her soulful dark eyes

As she welcomes me into her embrace

 

To start the dance of sexual surrender

And I fall deep into her spell

As she continues to star at me

With those dangerous eyes

 

 

 

Dream 343 Dangerous Boobs

 

A bosomy brunette

With a sexy alto foreign accent

That is my fatal attraction

I fall for them every time

 

As I look at her boobs

And imagine her boobs calling me

Demanding that I look at them

 

All of this she conveys

As she sashays down the street

In front of me

 

As all the men

and half the women

Covertly look

at her big luscious fuckable boobs

 

Proclaiming the erotic pleasures

That would soon await me

 

As I suck her boobs

And fondle them

And then fuck them

Until I explode all over her luscious boobs

 

All of this conveyed

Everything I covertly or overtly

Look at her dangerous boobs

 

Dream 345 Dangerous Asses

A brunette with an ass to die for

With a sexy alto foreign accent

That is my fatal attraction

I fall for them every time

 

As I stare at her rear

As I look at her dangerous ass

I hear it calling me

Demanding my attention

 

Saying

Hey there Mister

I know what you want

You want what I have

 

You want my ass

And you can have it

All you have to do

Is tell me

 

And the rest is history

I know you want it

And I want it too

Just come and take it

 

Lick my ass

Feel my ass

Finger fuck my ass

 

Then fuck the shit out of me

Until you explode all over my ass

As you know cuming on a women’s ass

Is the best orgasm you can ever have

 

It is all good

And you know you want it

And I want it up my ass

Right fucking now

 

All of this she conveys

As she sashays down the street

In front of me

 

As all the men

and half the women

Covertly look at her ass

 

Wondering if they would be the lucky person

To have her ass that night

To reach ass fucking heaven

In one night of unbridled buttfucking

 

Yeah I love a women

With a dangerous ass

 

 

 

March Moods

 

The weather is March is schizophrenic

Starting off with the hangover of winter

And ending with a foretaste of summer

 

The political weather is also schizoid

As the election season heats up

Every four years

 

At the beginning of the month

Everything is wide open

After several super Tuesdays

A likely winner emerges

 

March madness consumes us all

As we bet on our favorite teams

And baseball begins in earnest

 

And men get spring fever

As they look at all the pretty young things

Strutting about sashaying their hips

And inviting men to look at precious bodies

 

Finally uncovered

After wearing the winters’ burqa

 

 

Angela’s Ass – A Love Poem

 

Every time I make love

To Angela the love of my life

I thank God for her ass

She has the best ass in the known universe

 

And she loves in her ass

That has always been our default love making

 

I love looking at her ass

Feeling her ass

Licking her ass

And of course fucking her ass

 

And she loves it

That I love it

 

Yes thank God or the Devil

For giving me a women

With a great ass

 

 

 

Angela’s Boobs – A Love Poem

 

I always thank God

For bringing me Angela

 

She has the most delightful boobs

In the whole universe

 

A bit small granted

But still big enough to get the job done

 

I love sucking them

Feeling them

Fucking them with my boobs

 

And then fucking them

Until I cover them with my jism

 

It was late in the game

When we discovered

The joy of mammary intercourse

 

But once we did

We loved every moment of the journey

 

So thank God or the Devil

For bringing me Angela

 

And her delightful boobs

Into my life

 

 

 

Angela’s Handjob

My wife gives the best hand jobs

In the known universe

 

She is so good at it

She knows exactly how to bring me along

 

And she does often

As we fall asleep

 

And when we take long road trips

She reaches over and gets to work

 

Just stroking and stroking

Until I can’t stand it

 

But she often stops

Leaving me hanging

In suspense

 

Begging for relief

For sexual healing

And when she does

 

Bring me to my happy ending

Boy do I feel satisfied

 

 

 

Fingering Angela

I love fingering my wife

I love stroking her pussy

Sticking my fingers in her

And stroking her

 

Until she gets hot and bothered

And wild and ready

For sexual activity

 

Often while she is giving me a handjob

I reach over and finger her

 

Occasionally we kept going

Until we both

Have our proverbial happy ending

 

But often I move on

I stick my cock in her ass

And fondle her boobs

 

And finger her

While engaged in anal sex

 

And just before I can cum

We break it off

 

And move on to round two

Often her blowjob

Or her boobs

Or her ass

 

But when we keep going

Boy do I feel satisfied

 

And I want to do more

Just handjobs and fingerfucking

 

While buttfucking her perfect ass

That is so divine

 

 

 

Angela’s Blowjobs

Lately Angela has begun

Enjoying giving me a blowjob

She used to give me oral satisfaction

 

Only once in a blue moon

And often only after I begged her

To blow me away

 

Her first blowjob

Was in Tokyo

When we saw

 

A porno movie

In a theater

 

She gave me a blowjob

But did not finish the job

 

Often she would start

But seldom finish

 

But lately

She has started adding that to our routine

And she has relaxed

 

And she now takes me in her mouth

And keeps going until I explode

And she swallows every drop

 

And she moans with pleasure

As I cum in her mouth

 

That turns me on

Hearing her

 

Scream with delight

As I cum in her mouth

 

And a couple times

She has let me mouthfuck her

 

Before tittyfucking her

And I love that

 

Having her take me

In her mouth like that

 

Boy do I appreciate

Her blowjobs

 

But I regret that it has taken so long

For us to get to this level

Of comfort

 

So long for her to relax

And take me in her mouth

 

On a regular basis

And I want more and more

 

I want her to do this for me

Every time we make love

 

For some reason

When I cum in a women’s mouth

I can always do a second round

 

But if I don’t cum first in her mouth

It is a one time deal

 

So lately we have been doing seven things

when we make love

 

handjob, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, boobfucking

tittyfucking, and buttfucking

 

And I am finally having the sexual release

And sexual healing

I always wanted with Angela

 

The one kinky thing to try

Is kissing her cum soaked lips

And that I am sure

We will try soon enough

 

I am so grateful

For her blowjobs

And that we are finally

Doing that on a regular basis

 

Thank you for that

And keep it up

 

 

 

Eating Angela

 We use to eat pussy a lot

I loved it

 

From our first night together

I ate her a lot

She loved it

But for some reason we quit doing it

 

For a long time

 

Lately she has started letting me eat her again

But not enough never enough

 

I almost feel like a woman complaining

That her boy friend did not eat her enough!

A weird role reversal of sorts

 

When we did it

I would lick her and finger her

And lick her

 

As she gave me directions

For to lick

That turned me so much

 

And when she groaned in pleasure

It almost made me cum

 

And the couple of times she came

In my face

Getting wet and filling my face

With her delicious jism

 

That was among the best sexual experiences

Of my life

And boy do I want to get back

To what we once had

 

This is the one thing I want to do again

I want to eat her every time we make love

Just like we used to

 

And I think that we are slowly

Moving in that direction

 

If we do that

And have regular blowjobs

Until I cum in her mouth

 

The rolling stones sound

Can’t get no satisfaction

Comes to mind

 

If she cums for me

In my face

 

I will finally be having the sex

I craved to have with her

 

Since the first day I met her

Almost 40 years of making love

 

And we are finally getting close

To what I need and crave

 

So I want to tell her

Please my love

 

Relax and let me eat you

As long as I want

 

Just relax and enjoy the ride

And let it all out

 

Cum in my face

As I am cuming in your face

 

And if you do

 

We will finally be reaching

The sexual nirvana

We both desire

 

 

 

69 with Angela

Another thing we use to do

Something I crave and want

And need

 

69 sex until we both cum

We used to do that

But for some reason

We quit doing it

 

And boy do I miss it

And want it

And need it

 

And I think we are moving towards that

She knows what I want

 

She knows that oral sex until we both cum

Has always been my favorite way to make love

 

And lately she has been letting me cum

In her mouth

 

Without me begging for it

As she knows how much I love it

 

And she is slowly learning to love it too

But 69 sex is still a bridge too far

 

But not for long

Not for long

 

I should just do it

And add it back to the routine

And when we do

We will again reach

The sexual nirvana

That we both still need

 

 

 

Boobfucking Angela  

I have big woman like boobs

For a man

Hairy but big almost as big as a woman’s

And that is a huge turn on for my wife

 

She loves my boobs

Lately she has been playing with my boobs

Licking them sucking them every time we make love

And that turns me on so much

 

About five years ago

We added what we call boobfucking

To our routine

 

I rub my boobs against her boobs

While she gives me a handjob

Then she sucks my boobs

 

Then I climb on top and rub my boobs

Against her boobs

Then against her pussy

Then against her ass

 

And really fuck her with my boobs

Until I am about to explode

And finish the job

Tittyfucking her

Buttfucking her

 

Until I cum

 

But the boobfucking has been so nice

So kinky and wild

 

I almost feel that I am lesbian

Making love

 

And in my next life

I want to be her lesbian lover

 

And continue boobfucking her

Every time we make love

 

 

 

 

Fucking Angela

 

The one thing we have not done

In a long time

Is regular intercourse

 

We used to do that

Me fucking her

Doggy style

Her on top

 

But not every time we made love

Maybe twice a month

 

But we had sex every other night

Just not fucking

 

But neither one of us

Really liked it

 

It was something we thought

That we had to do

 

She said it was too painful for her

And she did not really enjoy it

 

And truth be told

I don’t think she could cum

Through fucking

 

Although I could

But did not like to

 

But we gradually just did anal sex

As she had the best ass in the universe

 

And oral sex

Was awesome especially lately

 

And tittyfucking sex

We loved it and still do

 

And handjobs and fingerfucking

And boobfucking our new kinky pastime

 

And found that we liked non-intercourse sex

So much more than fucking

 

And yet I would like to try it again

And one day we will do it again

 

And then perhaps add it back

Into our routine

 

But perhaps not

And if we don’t

That is okay with both of us

 

 

 

Oh La La

 

oh la la

chocolate decadence

chocolate on my mind

 

Oh la la

what a set of lips

what teeth she has

 

I wonder if she would devour me

like she is about to do

with the chocolate

 

and would I survive

her kiss untouched

 

or will I be bewitched

and become her slave

 

 

 

secret lovers

 

three women

sitting in an upscale saloon

waiting for their secret lovers

to arrive for dinner

 

Lauralee

the brunette bombshell

is waiting for alex

her married lover

to come and tell her

that he is leaving his wife for her

 

Sara and Jessica

Don’t believe that Alex will ever leave

his wife for Lauralee

 

but they also have secret lovers

coming to the saloon for dinner

 

Jeremy is unmarried

a hipster

with many women friends

and he can’t decide

whether to get serious

with any of them

 

content to float from one flower

to another

but for how long?

Sara is patiently waiting for him to decide

 

Jessica is torn

between two lovers

 

Alexi and Samuel

two best friends

who take turns

making wild love to her

 

but she wants them both

at the same time

 

and they are afraid to take that step

fearing that she might demand

that they try bisexual sex

 

and that is a step too far for them

but not for her

 

and so the three women

sit and drink

and wait for their lovers to come

 

 

 

Admiring Girls with Great Asses on The Street

 

I am an Assman

I am a fan of the female ass

 

I love watching women

Walking down the street

With their asses

 

Proudly swaying

on display

In their skin tight jeans

Or beneath their dresses

 

I just love watching

Them walk on down the street

 

Sometimes they catch me

Covertly admiring their asses

 

And they smile at me

Acknowledging that they caught me

Admiring their rear entrance

 

As they walk on by

Their asses demand attention

 

Saying

Look at me admire me

Worship me

 

And I fall under their sway

Slave to my carnal desires

Imagining a night of passion

Making love to their asses

 

And I smile back

And walk on by

 

Women with Red Hair

 

I saw a beautiful women with red hair

Standing on the metro

 

Luscious long red hair

Yellow shirt over her huge breasts

That seemed to welcome my attention

 

Blue jeans covering her ass

Which was one of the finest asses

I have seen in a long time

 

As sat there she smile at me

But I did not respond

 

I was mesmerized by her beauty

And lost in erotic day dreams

Inspired by this mysterious women

 

Imagining kissing her

Sucking her boobs

Going down on her

Until she came

 

And then she going down on me

With her face taking me in her mouth

With the red hair flying all over the place

 

She got off the station

Not a word had been spoken

But she knew and I knew

What had transpired

 

And for that I was glad

And will never forget

The moment

 

With the women with the red hair

Just another random erotic encounter

In this life of mine

 

 

 

You Took My Heart

 

when I met you

for the first time

after dreaming of you

for all these years

 

You took my heart away

you enslaved me

you bewitched me

and turned me

into your love slave

 

as you held my heart

in your icy cold hands

taking my heart away

 

and my life

became yours

to control

 

and I would have it no other way

as my fate was sealed

 

when you took heart

into your hands

 

 

 

Out Law Lady of the Night

 

One wild moon lit night

On the tail end of a Friday Night booze run

 

I found myself

Twenty drinks too sober

In a bar in the mean streets of Bangkok

 

Drinking my way to Hell

Just as fast as I could

 

And on the stage

Dancing her soul away

Was the most beautiful creature

In the known universe

 

Dancing with an attitude

That could kill an elephant in heat

 

She looked so fine

Made my eye balls hurt

 

As I started at her naked body

Admiring the curves

In all the right places

 

And her ass called to me

Telling me deep dark erotic desires

Inspiring carnal thoughts

 

And hopes that she would be mine

For the right price

 

And I stared at her

And she smiled with an evil seductive smile

A true succubus from hell itself

 

And she gave me a knowing look

And I knew that I was hooked

 

For a night of wild libertine passion

As I devoured her

Making wild passionate love

All night long

 

Even if it meant

That I would be selling my soul

To the devil himself

 

Life In Between

Life In-between

 

For years I have lived

In-between two worlds

 

Korea where my wife’s family

comes from

And the Bay area

Where I grew up

 

and the laidback progressive wild west coast

and the cutthroat dour eastern establishment

Washington DC

Where I worked for 27 Years

 

And I live between

My official duties

And my desire

To be a wild-eyed poet

 

And life in-between

Means you belong nowhere

 

Yet are everywhere

Always disoriented

Always half lost

Never really feeling you belong

 

That is life

Living in-between

 

 

 

Somonka for Angela

 

I have dreamt of you

For almost seven long years

And now you are here

What can I do about this

Only thing to do love you

 

You are all I want

All that I need in  this life

Thank to all the gods

For bringing you in my life

From now to the end of time

 

 

Dream 7125  Time Travel

I imagine what it would be like to be able to travel back in time and talk to my younger self.

 

What would I say to my younger self?

Would I tell my self

 

To quit drinking, and taking drugs

Earlier than I did?

 

Would I have told him to transfer to Chico State or Humboldt State

Or UC Santa Cruz after a year or two at UOP?

 

Would I have told him

To go to graduate school right away

Right after the Peace Corps?

 

Would I have told him to go to Yonsei and study Korean while teaching English

I almost did

 

Would I have told him to spend a year in a Buddhist temple – I almost did

 

Would I have told him to clean up his act

And quit going to bars

And picking up bar girls

For the night

 

Would I have told him

To quit the hash

 

Would I have told him to start writing a daily journal

Much earlier than I had perhaps in graduate school?

 

Would I have told him to get an email account

In Bangkok

And would that have made a difference?

 

Would I have told him to make an arrangement

For discrete affairs

When we were apart?

 

Would I have confronted her

Over the abortion?

Something we have yet to discuss

 

Would I have told him

To settle our sexual and other differences earlier

 

Would I have told him to change his diet much earlier?

 

Would I have told him to avoid going jogging

That fateful morning?

Would I still have been fated to have an accident?

 

Would I have told him

 

To cooperate with Angela more

Rather than constantly fighting with her

 

Would I have told him to have gone with Choi Dongnim

Knowing that perhaps I never would have met Angela?

 

Would I have told him to have an affair with Amy

With Ahuti

With Arza

With Lippy

With Melanie

And would that have met I would have lost Angela in the process?

 

And would I have told him

That I would retire as a very wealthy man

Because I stayed with Angela?

 

These are unanswerable questions

That plague me in my old age

 

All I know is that I chose

To be with Angela

And that made all the difference

In the world

 

 

 

Roller coaster poems (not for publication)

Note:  Not for publication.  I verbally summed it up and Angela has agreed we are going to Oregon to try to establish residency and a trust there.  And not pursue Florida residency.

 

But with her one never knows.

 

First time I told her I felt suicidal in the fall of 2016.

 

Roller Coaster  (long version first draft)

 

Life with you

Is like living in a roller coaster

 

Day by day

Minute by minute

Your plans change

You tell me I have to be flexible

You tell me you have to let me listen

Listen to you

 

And do what you want to do

All opposition is anti-wife opinion

Then you shut down

You are angry at me

 

For daring to question you

For daring to challenge you

 

And for daring to have an opinion

Not approved by you

 

And so I shut up

And hide my resentment

My anger

And my hurt feelings

 

Deep inside

Hidden  away

In my journals

 

Or in my soul

Never spoken

Never written

 

And I cry myself

To sleep

 

 

Death and Taxes

They say

That nothing is certain

But death and taxes

 

And in our roller coast life

Bouncing from one place to another

Nothing is certain

 

Other than your constant attempt

To legally avoid paying taxes

On the roller coaster that is our life

 

 

 

Don’t Want to Go to Florida

 

I don’t want to live in Florida

On paper

Violating the spirit of the law

If not the letter of the law

 

I don’t want to avoid living

Anywhere more than four months

sixth months

all to avoid paying taxes

 

To you taxes

are something

Like a huge monster

to avoid at all costs

 

to most people

it is an annoyance

but not the all consuming reason

to live here or there

So when I suggest we do it legally

stay in Florida half the year

 

move to Reno or Lake Tahoe

or Washington State

 

and actually move there

you shut me down

you tell me to follow your lead

 

that I don’t know

what I am doing

that everyone does this game

 

and I am stupid

for trying to follow the rules

 

and when I point out

that States are getting tougher

on people play this game

you tell me that I am wrong

 

 

that is only if you move somewhere

or you can’t establish residency

here and there

 

and yet every day I read

about states cracking down

the federal government cracking down

and retires getting into trouble

 

and the endless nightmares

of probate when multiple states

claim jurisdiction

which will happen to us

 

if you die before me

or I die before you

and before we get our estate sorted out

 

and so the roller coaster begins again

I shut up and get on board

And off we go

Here there everywhere

 

Every month a different place

Every day a different plan

 

 

Withdrawing in my Dreams

 

It seems that you are always worried

that I will say the wrong thing

and somehow interrupt your scams

 

And I do not know

What to say

Or not say

 

Because I can’t keep up

With the ever changing story

 

And I become afraid

To say anything

In public or private

 

That contradicts

Your latest story

 

So I just shut up

And retreat

Further into my dreams

 

My stories

My fiction

My poetry

And now my blog

 

And Face book

And internet news

CNN when you let me have TV

 

Loosing touch with reality

Trapped in your roller coaster

 

And I live in constant fear

That someday

 

All of you schemes

Your plans

Will come crashing down on us

You will blame me

 

For not responding properly

For not saying the right thing

 

And for bringing down

The whole edifice

 

Perhaps with a social web posting

Perhaps with a casual comment

To the wrong person

 

Or when under oath

I crack up

And begin saying

 

That I did not know

I was just doing

what you told me to do

 

And my defense

That I was simply following her lead

Will be used against me

 

And I will wind up

In serious legal jeopardy

 

Of if God forbid

You die first

You will leave me

 

With a huge legal mess

Because we never got our estate plan done

Because we never could establish residency

 

Or you could not trust the lawyer

Or the financial firm

And so it goes

 

You die without an estate

And probate and other costs

Become prohibitive

 

As multiple states have to decide

Where did I legally reside

 

You tell me that I am a paranoid

That will never happen

 

But it does every single day

In this country

 

And then I will die

And my brothers will be left

With millions of dollars

 

And my wishes

To leave half our estate

To charity

And divide the other

 

Between your nieces

And nephews

 

Will end up

As dead as my dreams

Of spending my retirement years

 

Living in either Southern Oregon

Or Northern California

And half the year in Korea

Living a simple retirement

 

 

 

My Writing Dreams are being Sacrificed to the Gods of Real Estate

 

I wanted a simple retirement

Writing and publishing novels

Shorts stories and poems

 

And getting an MFA degree

And doing what it takes

To achieve that dream

 

And having you help me

Edit my work

 

But you never can find the time

To even read my blog posting

Or my poems

Or my stories

 

Occasionally you freak out

That on FB I accidentally

Reveal that we are going

To be some where

 

I think you would like to shut down

My fb

Email lists

And blog

 

And end my foolish dreams

Of becoming a writer

 

And just stay home

And listen to you

 

And help you with

what ever you are doing

 

and my goal of having

an active social life

And meeting people

And having friends disappears

 

Because you are so terrified

That I will say something

Do something

Post something

That will somehow interfere

In your plans

Which you never tell me

Because I always challenge you

 

And ask you to think through it

Until you get tired

And shut me up again

 

And in the end

All I will have left

Is regrets

 

And fading memories

And lost dreams

 

As I continue down

the roller coaster of our life

Moving constantly

 

Every few months

Never ever settling down

Until the day

We can’t travel anymore

 

And we are left with each other

Staring at each other

Wondering where it all went wrong

 

 

Sex Fading Away into the past

 

I know that you think

That is not normal

For a 62 year old man

To still want to have frequent sex

 

That somehow the sexual desire

Will fade away

Like you want it to

 

Perhaps once a month

Perhaps never

 

As every time

I want to

You come up with an excuse

 

Hoping that I will just

Let my sex drive

Die out

 

As you somehow

Think is normal

And I think is not

 

And my love for you

Becomes buried

Beneath my resentments

 

And so I eventually

Don’t even try any more

 

Content to live in my past

And my fantasy world

 

As my love for you

Becomes overwhelmed

By my resentments

 

And my feeling

That I am just a burden

To you

 

And yet I still want

and desire you

still want to make love to you

and probably always will

so the few times when it clicks

I am so excited

 

Then it is all taken away

Until the next time

 

And I cry myself to sleep

Silently

 

Or wake up

And write down fantasies

And loose myself

In another world

 

You tell me

I am getting lost

 

In my dreams

My stories

My fiction

My poetry

Internet news

Facebook postings etc

 

And you are right

Because living

 

In this roller coaster life

Is becoming more than I can bear

 

And I don’t want to be a burden

To you any more

 

 

Was it worth it?

 

The last 16 months of constant renovation

Particularly in  Korea

Where you hid me away

Hurt me so profoundly

 

And you tell me you would have done it again

And I wonder was it worth it

To save a few thousand dollars?

 

And in Oregon

Where you forbade me

From being involved

Liked me hiding out

In the library

All so I could avoid

 

Saying anything

That would ruin

What ever you were trying to do

 

And I never knew

Because you never told me

I just had to guess

 

And hope that whatever

you were doing

was above board

 

And you resent me

For constantly challenging you

Questioning you

In public or in private

 

That I learned

That my opinion means nothing to you

 

And so I retreat further into my dream world

And become less and less engaged

In the real world

 

 

Dreams of Running Away

 

I often think of running away

Just disappearing into the sunset

But I am afraid

Of the world out there

 

And I know that I need you

So I just shut up

And fade away

into my dream world

 

 

 

Contemplating Suicide

 

and there were days

when I was wandering the mountains

by myself

 

and thinking of committing suicide

thinking that would end

the burden you felt

 

and would free you up

to pursue your real estate empire

and I will fade away

into nothingness

 

and I hid these thoughts

from everyone

especially you

 

but I never did try

because I am a coward

I was afraid

Of how it would look

That you drove me away

Into the mountains

Where I fell off a mountain

 

And died accidentally

Or killed myself

 

And I did not want to end my life

That way

 

 

 

Retirement Dreams Up in Smoke

 

 

Ever since I met you

I have done what you wanted

 

And I told you

 

Plead to the Computer Gods

 

Today I woke up

As I usually do

 

To yet another mystifying morning

Of unspecified computer errors

 

Could not get the computer to work

Then when I finally got it to work

After an half an hour

 

Microsoft word did not load

And when it did

I finally located my work

From yesterday

 

I had to find it in the roaming file

Why?

Who knows?

 

Only to find

That most of what I wrote

Had vanished into the ether

 

No explanation no warning

It was there saved yesterday

And now gone for ever

 

Once I did an experiment

Tracking computer errors for a week

75% of the time I encountered errors

 

Most of the time simple

Screen freezes no response message

Then when I recovered the program

The data was gone

 

Microsoft has yet to respond

to my e-mail

I suppose I need to do it again

 

But today I will close with a prayer

To the Computer Gods

Just once I would like

You to do what you are supposed to do

 

Open my documents

Save my work

And not give me any errors

Crashes or other unspecified problems

 

Is that too much to ask

Oh, Computer Gods

 

Just once

Do what you are supposed to do

That is all I ask of you

 

 

More Computer Blues

 

Sometimes I think

My computer is plotting against me

Trying deliberately to drive me mad

 

My computer knows when I am busy

Then it throws a hissy fit

 

Refuses to boot up

Crashes constantly

Looses data that it had the day before

 

Just fucks with me

As it loves toying with me

Making me yell and scream

At my damn TV

 

Smiling at me

As I beg it

To do what

it is supposed to do

 

Prayer for  Computer (send to Microsoft)

 

Every morning

I start my day

Cursing my damn computer

Been doing this for 30 some years

Since I bought my first computer

The Atari back in the 80’s

 

There is always something

Once I spilled coffee

On my first computer

The screen fizzled

 

Then green 666 appears

Endless repetition

Of the evil number from revelations

 

Freaked me out

It was 1984 after all

Was my computer making a political point?

 

Then of course

Endless blue screens of death

Fatal error reading disk drive

 

And my favorite computer error haiku

General Failure Reading Disk Drive

Begging the unanswerable question

Who is this General Failure

And why is he reading my disk drive

 

Years ago a computer techie

Told me the secret

that they don’t want you to know

 

99% of computer problems

Can be solved by rebooting

And 99% of the time

No one knows what went wrong

Or how to fix it

And so it goes and goes

 

Endless computer meltdowns

Mostly harmless

 

A couple of malware incidents

Once my computer was possessed

By evil malware that kept opening

 

And once I had an early version

Of ransom wear

My computer warned me

A dangerous virus had infected

My computer

Pay us money to fix it now

 

Had to take my computer to the shop

Reformate the hard drive

To remove that computer bug

 

But once my computer just died

Loosing half my recent data

Just because it wanted to

No reason given

 

So today instead of cursing up a blue storm

Of my own personal blue screen of death

I offer this short prayer to the computer gods

 

Today just for today

When I turn you on

I want you to do what you are supposed to do

Everything works

Everything is fast

And no more damn computer error haiku

Just do your fucking job

 

 

 

 

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