Happy Holidays

Our winter came today
We see it blue and gray

Ocean tides rising,
The moon presiding

Women dancing gleefully
Under stars shinning brilliantly

Holidays come
Holidays go
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

Imbroglio

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

Personal Therapy

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

Randy Granny

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

Oh

Look

That

Is

My

Granny

My oh my cover her fanny

Who would have thought?

Who could have known?

I have a randy granny

S e X

A subject

An act

An experience

To enjoy

To hate

To salivate

Together

Alone

In groups

At home

Clothed

Naked

Discuss it

Want it

Need it

Love it

Find it

DO IT

Indoor

Outdoor

In the car

On a boat

Even near a moat

In public

In private

Or stark ass naked

S e X

Satisfyingly Messy

A short subject close to my heart

Betrayal

What is betrayal to me?

One father who didn’t fight for me.

Another father who molested me

A mother who ripped my soul from my body then stomped on it.

I was the child

Not something to be used then forgotten.

Not something to be torn apart and left for dead.

How am I supposed to feel?

This way?

That way?

Your way?

Mine?

How do you judge someone?

Did you listen when told why?

Don’t assume as was so widely done.

Confused

If I can’t fix me how do I fix you?

I cannot be what you want,

I am not what you expected.

I wasn’t there

I was always here

I am too old for this pain

I don’t want it

Buried deep

Then it finds its way out

Make this ache dissipate!

Age doesn’t matter when life bites you in the ass.

Hurt just hurts.

©Saroya Poirier

When you are ten

Old and gray are so far away

When you are 16

The years do not go fast enough

When you are 20

Freedom to do, go, be

When you are 30

The world is yours to mold

When you are 40

Try hard get more

When you are 50

Life is beautiful

When you are 60

Where did go it used to go slow

When you are 70

No matter the past is history

Will you be 80

Stiff and slow

No more, the end

Disappointment

Disappointment

Unhappiness,

Pissy

Why?

Over a game

Must be another cause

Deeper

More hurtful

What?

The New Year

Happy year to come..