Poetry

POEMOTIONS

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Part Six

Sexiness

Prologue Six 138
If You Find Me Sexy 140
Riddle of Childish Sexuality 141
Ruling a Youthful Empire 142
Do Please Control Your Desire 144
Genitalia 145
Impudent Creator 146
Jesus Sex-hater 147
Pointed, Disappointed Males 148
Skinny Bits 149
Still Stuck with Lust 150
Sexy Men 151
Wicked Song of the Child Molester 153
Twitches (or Tingles) 155
Euphemia's Complaint 157

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Prologue Six

The poems in this group all concern human sexuality, which each and every one of us is blessed (or cursed) with - and so many of us would like to forget. If you find me sexy then I'm sexy, even though the rulers object. Rules, rules, must they give us rules? When will the rulers learn?

There is a riddle of childish sexuality. Some kids are in an in-between state. Who'll rescue them before it's too late? I stood in the Bakery buying my loaf. Looming over me stood the village oaf. Next to him lurked the kind of luscious lad I'm talking about.

Desire is a troublesome thing, which we must control. Do please realise that the delicious object of your burning desire may see you as a creep. Build it all up to the Genitalia-Saturnalia - if that ever happens inside your area.

It makes one wonder about the impudent Creator, who possibly changed His mind. Certainly Jesus seems to have been a sex hater, denying his own poor body and ours. The result is pointed, disappointed males - who suffer acutely and even write songs about it.

It's an old, old tale sings the singing whale
spurting and gurgling the foam
who dwell in the deep its secrets keep
now it's time you ran along home

These males cannot understand why they should be so disappointed. I wish to know, will someone please tell me, why inter alia my genitalia are always regarded askance?

Women who are stuck with a man often object. They admit his lust needs easing, 'but lust is not a term I would use myself'. The poor woman does not realise (has no one ever told her?) that men are so sexy because planted with a dibble.

All this rejection of male sexuality by women leads to the creation of the wicked child molester.

I sing my song -
It is not wrong
To be a child molester.

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We all know that is untrue - but whose is the fault?

When sexiness goes wrong it can do much damage, but it is not much use blaming the person in whom it has gone wrong. This introduces the most important poem in the group. There's no freewill in sexual orientation. What matters is what makes you twitch (or tingle).

We end with the predilection for euphemism. Newspapers write 'sleeping with'. I call it fucking.

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If You Find Me Sexy

Rules, rules, they must they give us rules:
when will the rulers learn?

If you find me sexy
though I'm an ancient crone,
with paper-thin legs
and scant grizzled hair,
grinning toothlessly -
then I'm sexy.

If you find me sexy
though I'm an eight-year old boy,
trotting home from choir school,
scuffling with my mates on the way,
showing, through my shorts, little round buttocks -
then I'm sexy.

If you find me sexy
though I'm an underage schoolgirl
striving to manage embarrassing periods
grappling with a disconcerting crush
on the new gym mistress -
then I'm sexy.

If you don't find me sexy
though I'm a handsome young man
and you're an aching woman
who's up for it, and longing,
dreaming and itching, each and every night -
then I'm not sexy.

Rules, rules, must they give us rules:
when will the rulers learn?

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Riddle of Childish Sexuality

Like you I've no time at all for these paedophiles,
peeing and weeing on what we hold dear:
and yet, my dear, I'm worried
for the slightly older children.

The slightly older children who worry me
find themselves suddenly filled with the thrust of puberty.
They're in an in-between state:
who'll rescue them before it's too late?

Who will point out
that these older children are not quite the same
as the innocent kiddies who we agree need protecting
from gruesome, tiresome pµdophiles?

Who will point out
that these older kids are suddenly sexual?
They suffer from that, but they may suffer more
from do-gooders in denial.

Suddenly sexual youths
in their early teens
might (who knows?) find they need the touch
of an older uncle who knows.

An older uncle who, at the entrance, comforts them a little
and leads them a little way
along the path we elders well know
is not all that easy to follow.

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Ruling a Youthful Empire

I stood in the Bakery
buying my loaf.
Looming over me
stood the village oaf:
whom as usual I ignored.

Next ahead in the queue
was a boy of twelve, pubescent.
His limbs were limber;
his gaze honest and straight.
Him I did not ignore.

I will call this healthy boy Robin
only for the purposes of this poem.
Believe me this poem does have purposes
as I shall shortly show:
the uses of poetry we all know.

I felt regret when I heard Robin speak
in his unbroken boy's voice
ordering his Mother's loaves in the Bakery
confidently, his young body not having yet been laid low
by the usual lusting boy-grabbing creeps.

Believe me I understand
the urge that cripples these creeps:
Robin's innocent beauty would grab anyone;
but only the creeps would think
he should not be left to develop at his own pace.

That's all very well, but I have to point out
not enough attention is paid to these adolescent turmoils.
It will not do to treat Robin as nothing but a sexless innocent.
Innocent he may still be, but Robin is not sexless -
and each day he is growing sexier.

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If you treat developing Robin as just an innocent child
you reject his sexual future.
That is not fair to him.
So at what point may dear little childish Robin
expect his sexuality to be recognised?

Adults, forgetting their own youth,
tend to be severe about all this.
The result is that hectic pubescents,
experiencing unbelievable hormonal drives,
are just told to cool it.

So from twelve to fifteen kids are denied reality.
They want sex, but in law cannot consent to it.
So every driven sexual thing they do is made criminal.
One day soon Robin will wake up and complain
that we could all surely do better than that.

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Do Please Control Your Desire

Lust as you will,
or perhaps not as your mind wills,
but as your emotions thrust.

Lust as you will towards that other,
or perhaps not as you will,
as aforesaid.

But either way your lusting needs to see
that the longed-for other
may not be ready.

Now or ever he or she may not be ready
for the hot thrusting embrace
that it seems so right for you to impose.

Worse, even when they have had time to consider,
these folk may still be unsteady, not ready,
when it comes down to you.

Indeed they may wish (horrid thought!)
to reject you, even after full consideration -
even though they accept the fact of your lust.

Do please realise, in the name of humanity,
that the delicious svelte object of your burning desire
may see you as a creep.

When that happens you must desist from the chase,
retire into your cave by the shore of the Dead Sea,
and lick your wounds.

Never, ever,
must you later bother those good people:
in the name of humanity you must not bother them again.