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A picture is worth a thousand words (Unknown)

A picture shows me at a glance what it takes dozens of pages of a book to expound (Ivan Turgenev)

As the Chinese say, 1001 words is worth more than a picture (John McCarthy)

The right balance of habit and novelty -- that people need for there to be enough of the familiar and yet enough of the new and unexpected to make it "lifeful" (paraphrase Terrance McKenna)
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Dec. 14th, 2018 @ 11:42 am Poem - Full Frontal
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Full Frontal” is about an element of the dream world. Specifically, suddenly finding oneself fully or partially nude in a public setting.


Full Frontal

I had the dream again
scenery different with the same theme
partial nudity on display
full frontal below the waist

with no planning this occurs
suddenly belts loose or I forget
to cover bits that some think lewd
when presented in public view

here’s the twist to the tale
sometimes I am aware
knowing that exposure is relegated
to the land behind the veil of sleep

still I think that I’m awake
the shame too real in moment’s space
while I reflect upon
this only happens when I’m asleep

the silver lining to this debacle
a slip from decorum’s space
is that the waking world
bears no witness to this state

sadly there is one downside
realized when it comes to size
nobody is there to see the change
that I’m more endowed in the realm of sleep.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181214.
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Dec. 13th, 2018 @ 01:24 pm Poem - Drapes Pulled Back
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Drapes Pulled Back” is about the dirty trick that the drive to create offspring propagates on the nature of attraction.


Drapes Pulled Back

If the mystery were removed
drapes pulled back to show the sun?
a revelation on the other side
of promise made by lust’s dreams

that hunger sourced from the hidden
imagination feeding vision veiled
behind protection of the sacred
it’s for the best if you consider

would attraction retain it’s pull
when the portend has been killed?
those gentle hints of what may be
cast aside by wantonness

with results the seen as before
revelation echoes a bitter laugh
in a hundred other vistas viewed
the breadth is seen once again.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181213.
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Dec. 12th, 2018 @ 11:20 am Poem - Need a Lover
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Need a Lover” is a poetic consideration of using intimacy as a measure of self-worth.


Need a Lover

Do I need a lover to let me know
beauty is something I can claim?
one or more to tell me lies
while they ply my body’s prize?

a small measure of attractiveness
seems to escape my self-worth
asking more than it should
to fill the gaps between the cracks

validation of the outer self
contingent on what others think
becomes my search in the wild
a will-o-wisp I’ll never catch

always returning to the clutch
flesh to flesh as a grind
chasing dreams out of reach
when lovers are the measurement.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181212.
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Dec. 11th, 2018 @ 04:47 pm Poem - Why Dear Mirror
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Why Dear Mirror” is about the struggle of the outer not matching the inner. This is a condition experienced by a wide range of people, with each situation asking for acceptance that comes with pain.


Why Dear Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
declare your judgment if you must
liar to my questing soul
this looking glass I’ll avoid
if convenience would permit
sadly this is not allowed

I’d wear a girdle to assure
the curves align where they should
if only this could occur
wishing something I can’t see
the echo missing purity
of what’s inside that I believe

the reflection does not mislead
yielding what others view
except to state what does not please
an aping of the outer sheaf
foreign to my inner eye
why dear mirror must you deceive?

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181211.
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Dec. 10th, 2018 @ 05:34 pm Poem - Memories Say Otherwise
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Memories Say Otherwise” is a heavily coded poem about living.


Memories Say Otherwise

Of all the things I’d like to forget
there is one that won’t relent
insisting that I bear witness
to the stranger now absent

pretending to be pertinent
something more than fevered dreams
even though waking does not commit
to supply the same to compensate

from the long ago and far away
a storyteller of top regard
liar liar pants on fire
asking favors that I can’t supply

inability becomes the song
notes applied to instruments
to which life is tone deaf
I appeal for deafness to descend

crystal clear in murkiness
decades past in the rear view
all too clear even while
the beauty lives across a void

this illusion I won’t pursue
though memories ask otherwise
taunting without due remorse
for the fool who should forget.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181210.
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Dec. 9th, 2018 @ 09:14 pm Poem - My Companion
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
The poem “My Companion” was inspired by the outage of my internet during the December Snowpocalypse of 2018.


My Companion

My companion is now a box
a cast of thousand I adore
sight and sound found within
meaning more than meeting live

by the virtue of the internet
the connection will never cease
even when I’m all solitary
rarely seeing another being

except by pixels on the screen
arranged in joy or sorrow’s bent
pretending to emulate
the genuine of face to face

this companion I’ll never leave
unless the signal no longer flows
flashing light on the box
then I’ll cry in loneliness.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181209.
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Dec. 8th, 2018 @ 10:28 pm Poem - Excuse Me Please
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Excuse Me Please” was inspired by a realization that the website ‘fetlife’ features quite the population of people from my local area, the same area reputed to be the buckle of the Bible Belt.


Excuse Me Please

Excuse me please while I indulge
naughtiness born of lust
a restlessness I’ll cater to
revel in full latitude

to which ends I can’t admit
suffice to say it was obscene
in the eyes of proper folk
not admitting to the same

this tag is made on judgment's tongue
admitting more by the unsaid
when jealousy may be implied
as virtue struggles to stay alive

freedom lives beyond these taunts
devilry on personal terms
though the actions may seem prude
compared to those who push all curves

a derivation of what’s fun
sourced in consent between two souls
or maybe more if the crowd
convenes to play in carefulness

in private spaces away from most
not advertising except to say
fellow travelers may apply
leave convention at the door.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181208.
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Dec. 7th, 2018 @ 08:13 pm Poem - Respect Shared
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Respect Shared” is another work about the amazing friends I currently have in my life. The past ones have been marvelous, and the future will be as good, but the present ones are truly special.


Respect Shared

Could a person ask for more
ask the gods for their grace
than the friends that I adore?
the answer is a solid no
affirmation of my good luck
confirming life outside of norms

another batch has arrived
one of many that time supplied
so many faces moving through
with the naughty and the nice
pursuing life as they choose
unabashed at the outcome

to these ends they affirm
how I choose to express
identity true without remorse
testing limits that are contrived
so many boxes I’ll bust out
set by gender or desire

I’ll do the same for my chums
we all struggle to declare
identities not normative
cherub or demon, they’re the same
my friends now echo how I am
with respect shared between.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181207.
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Dec. 6th, 2018 @ 08:16 pm Poem - People Walked
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “People Walked” was inspired by a meme that contained the words, “I was waiting for you without knowing it. I’ve waited for you for years.”


People Walked

I was waiting until the time
that purpose stated why it was
that people walked into my life

a question mark is applied
to the intention that god planned
when hello asks for more

each mystery is then guessed
with assumptions incorrect
for the bulk of faces met

with the span of ‘hate’ to ‘love’
each emotion possible
with some preferred nonetheless

thus every journey is begun
without knowing the outcome
when relations are resolved

still the wheel will have its laugh
a chuckle found at my expense
denying knowledge that I may find

when each person I may meet
a panoply of consequence
will be all things in due time.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181206.
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Dec. 5th, 2018 @ 02:34 pm Poem - Wide Shame
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
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The poem “Wide Shame” is a non-autobiographical view of the struggles of older people. The dating pool changes drastically even while the body and mind deny the new reality. Those who ignore this actuality are condemned and shunned. There is a wisdom to this societal behavior. There is also a lot of pain for the impacted while they wake up to a new existence.


Wide Shame

Welcome to the alternative
a world that does not age
welcome to the embarrassment
when I’m oblivious to the shame

the fantasy is one of years
forgotten in the rush of lust
put aside by the fool
courting youth they should deny

what came before now betrays
permission given now rescinds
no longer are the partners sourced
from a breadth of society

relationships that were blessed
become the sin for all to see
the wheel has turned to exclude
now damnation becomes the creed

the need does not relent
to press the wanting flesh
even while the response
is one that few would want

halved plus seven does not compute
in my realm of feeling borne
for the beauty so near at hand
ephemeral in all true aspects

towards this end I’ll deceive myself
ignore the warnings from high and low
pursue the charms all disclaim
while disregarding the wide shame.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181205.
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