Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

“I dreamed that
you bewitched me
into bed
And sung me
moon-struck,
kissed me
quite insane.
(I think I made
you up inside
my head.)”

 

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Pillow Talk

bCaution:
this one’s
mildly NFSW.

(which,
of course,
stands for:
Not For Sure What ‘ )

I was shuffling
through some of
my old antique
postcards today….

My philosophy is
that there’s no
sense collecting
anything if
you’re not
willing to share it.

So,
I pulled out
a couple of antique
Lovelight” cards
from around 1910,
which were pretty
unique… even for
their time.

That’s considering
the fact only about
6% of the homes
in the United States
had electric lights
at the time.

These cards make me
want to try and imagine
just how romantic
and sexy spooning,
kissing ( and other
stuff, of course )
in the light of a
10-watt Edison bulb
must have seemed
to people then.

I also came across
a lovely card from
the 1960’s with a
poem by Anne Sexton —

“Put your mouthful
of words away

and come with me
to watch the lilies open
in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.”

Mind you…

Not that a beautiful verse
like that has anything
to do with our post today,a

( perish the thought )

……other than the fact
that I came across it,
as I was thinking
about coming up
with some
innovative way
of combining
some of my
beloved old
postcards with
my crappy old blog.

Innovative.aa

Hmmmmm………

Well,
ummm….

Since I’m obviously
all out of innovative…..

I think maybe I will
wax badly poetic
for this post.

Yes,

… it’s either a
serious case
of an overheated
medulla oblongata
from the passion
in these old cards,

Or I definitely can feel
a poem coming on………..

There wuz a young girl
from Pawtucket….

No, wait……

……… not THAT one.

How about
this one 
—-

*

Lie still whilea
I tell you

The gist of
what is true

And tho it makes
me a cheater

I’m going to
repeatedly
change the metre

*

So much
has changed
o’er all these years,
to hear the facts,
ye must lend
yer ears,
’tis true, it is
such simple text
that so much
of life
comes down
to sex

*

Sex is such
a wonderful thing
In the summer,
fall and spring
No wonder
it’s so pop
Choose bottom,
middle or top 

*

Such it was in 2
olden days,
that women
oughtn’t act in ways
to smoke or drink
or cuss or swear
she oughtn’t even
let down her hair

* aa

‘Course now those
rules are dumped
(for her)

She can even
dress up like
Lily Mun- (ster)

Her legs and chest
she need not cover

She can even
have a furry lover

 

*

bearIt’s alright, ’cause
we don’t care
After all, he’s smarter
than the average bear
If confused you be
o’er what
love requires
Remember only
you can prevent
forest fires

*frahm

What men want
is easy to tell
It’s been the same
since Eden fell
Info on what
women want
is scanty
Since they invented
elastic for their panty

*

bonheurSkimpy outfits
grab your eye
Come on looks
that make
you try

What she’ll do
and what
she don’t

You might
find out
later that
she just won’t .


*

bettie_pageSex in pop music,
sex in modern art
Porn for the young,
viagra for old farts
Every where you go,
sex is the rage
Every school
boy knows-
that’s Betty Page!

*justthetype

Sex is easy to find,
don’t wink
or smirk
Hey- what
about that
pretty girl at work?
Careful though-
don’t make
that pass
Unless yer certain
that she wants
yer ass

*

Cause sexy as vegasbaby
she was when hired
She sure as shit
can get you fired
And tho Las Vegas
was once real nice
It now is NOT
the place for Vice

.snow

If you wanna
get wilder than
you used to be
You always
got S&M
and B&D
But I’d watch out,
before you bite
Cause she’s crazy,
that Mistress
Snow White

.

I don’t complain z116414071
I’m not INSANE
I think sex
is really Jake
And like the
Beatles said:
The love you take
is equal to the
love you make.

.

PS: Yeah, I know
it sucks as a poem.
Hey- I never said
I was Walt Whitman! 

 

Cheers !

Emily Dickinson says:

Bee!
I’m expecting you!
Was saying yesterday
To somebody you know
That you were due –

The frogs got
Home last Week –
Are settled,
And at work –

Birds,
mostly back –
The Clover
Warm and thick –

You’ll get
My letter by
The seventeenth;
Reply Or better,

Be with me

Yours, Fly