Sunday, December 18, 2011
We see it blue and gray
Ocean tides rising,
The moon presiding
Women dancing gleefully
Under stars shinning brilliantly
Just like Seattle snow
To that white and chilly sight
We stay home in fright
The hills of ice a slippery plight
Fit only for eight reindeer in flight
The warmth of love
The spirit of passion
The joy of giving
In this glorious season
Prose by Saroya Poirier ©2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
It is okay to do this young, but try it old and you are undone.
Foolish, silly inclined to fun, raucous, wild free that’s how it should be.
As you grow normal it’s said, to poke and prod at every thought.
When you are old the look is different, senile, odd, best to avoid.
As you grow encouragement applies, try it, do it, no matter how inappropriate.
Stayed, respectable is the domain of the aged, respectable is quite acceptable.
Try it, learn it, make mistakes, bring it, leave it. Love it, lose it.
When it is thought you are this or are that, to be something other take’s all aback.
Have you gone where you shouldn’t when many thought you couldn’t or wouldn’t.
Then step aside to do that or this it puts some off not expecting that.
Are you strange or just being you, well sorry you say, it was time for a coup.
For now let’s say, it is quid pro quo sorry you felt it was imbroglio.
©Saroya Poirier December 13, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Writing, poetry, dirty ditty's, all out silly stuff,
Some handled carefully
Is my own personal therapy,
A way to get it out,
Not hold it in,
Send it out into the wind
Put it away with logic or none
Discuss it, shout it, and just cry it out
Reason it, find the cause,
Take time to pause
Sit and puzzle it through
Questioning why, why not?
It isn’t anything new
Just old stuff with a new view
Then close that door hide the key
Hoping everyone just lets it be
Fun and frolic
Thoughts of the elderly
Too old, too young
Depends on your century
Fanny Hill, Benny Hill
Salacious, audacious, flirtatious
A smile, a sly look, lips to lick
My but she is voracious
My oh my cover her fanny
Who would have thought?
Who could have known?
I have a randy granny
In the car
On a boat
Even near a moat
Or stark ass naked
S e X
A short subject close to my heart