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Undoubtedly in Love with you

SYNOPSIS: A piece about falling in love with a woman who could not possibly love one back.

Sometimes words are never said
but in her case they never are,
for what word can describe Cupid
when she reigns down like a star?
She smiles that golden smile,
with blonde streaks in her hair,
I know I’ll see her in a while
but sometimes she is never there.

Perfect describes her face,
beautiful describes her eyes,
I can’t describe the rest of her,
her beauty is just too pure.
When I am caught in her me brace
it is something of a surprise;
I’m in love and it’s true,
I’m undoubtedly in love with you.

Sometimes she’s seen in plain sight
in a crowded place.
She shines out like a satellite
and I swear I saw her face,
she smells just like the atmosphere,
her body is like a star;
her voice I long to hear
because it is the most beautiful by far.

I saw her look at me
and she stole my breath away.
She’s part of the first class society
which is why she could not stay.
She looks just like a dream,
I don’t know if she’s real,
I’m sure she is, so it seems,
her touch I long to feel.

Persian Prostitute

SYNOPSIS: The title of the piece no doubt gives the story of this poem away.
Now, I would like to firstly state that this poem contains many sexual references and some coarse language. On top of this, people of a Persian or like background may find this poem culturally derogatory, and I apologise for that. I realise that people of such backgrounds are quite subtle in their relationships and stereotypically do not believe in such vivid sexual ideologies, not until marriage at least and I would like to say that I do not deliberately go out of my way to attack people of such a background. On another note, I do not mean to insult Prostitutes either. I’m not sure if I actually do so, but many of the themes brought up involve such a line of work and some people who either are, were or are not a part of this career may find it derogatory. Adjunctively, I do not mean to seem misogynistic, and I apologise again if my writing in any way seems to be so.
Basically, if you are easily distraught by anything to do with the themes mentioned I would not read this. But if you do, I hope you enjoy it.

 

I’m in a bar; I’m alone, and it’s just another cold summer’s night,
just having a drink and a laugh, work was a war; it was a fight.
Suddenly, I look across the room and see you seated there,
whilst I wish to run my hand through your ravishing dark brown hair.
You have a terrifically crafted face, and magnificent matching eyes;
just admiring your body I know, you’ll be a sexual paradise.
My attention is then drawn towards your sexually alluring clothes,
the same kind of attire worn by sexual deviants and ho’s.
With that in mind, I can’t believe I’ve fallen for a woman quite like you.
I’ve a family; a wife, but you’re the only woman I want to do.

You smile that smile, despite the job you do;
cuz you love it when men say ‘I love you.’
It may not be real, and they may actually mean ‘thank you’, but you like it all the same.
It is the only time you ever hear such words, cuz no man has ever learnt your name.
But I want more from you than you should ever expect,
because in my eyes you are absolutely perfect,
and I know this may sound crazy, cuz no man has ever seen past your career.
Being unable to ever see you again, is the only thing that I fear.
And even though you cannot read between the lines to realise what is true,
please my darling, believe me when I say, I will be there to always love you.

I walk up to you and ask ‘young lady, do you wanna fuck?’
Please, could you say ‘yes’, cuz ‘I’m good, I’m good; I’m good for a buck.
I want to feel you on top of me; I want to feel you on top of me right now,
I’ve got to be with you tonight, and I honestly don’t give a shit as to how.
I know you have a busy schedule but if you could just give me an hour,
you would not regret this decision my dear; my lover; my gorgeous flower.’
And you reply ‘boy, if you cannot do it in a minute,
then you should just walk away right now and simply forget it.
I need to feel the speed, I need to feel the love –
I need to feel as though I’m in Heaven above.’

My temperature was beginning to heighten; it was beginning to soar,
other men had taken notice and asked ‘what? You mean you want this filthy whore?’,
and to them I reply; ‘I want to go where so many men have boldly gone before,
I do not care about any of your past lovers, cuz I will love you so much more.’
To me you are more than just a woman, more than just another working girl;
to me you are the single most beautiful prostitute in all of the world.
You were as black as the night, yes, that’s right girls and boys, like the night she was black,
the white women in my life don’t do it for me, I just gotta get her back!
Perhaps in this life of mine I’ve always wanted a Persian Prostitute like you.
You happen to be the only one of whom I know, and you will gladly make do.

Other men come up to you, and they ask ‘please, fuck me baby; you whore; you bitch’,
then I turn and ask you; ‘please, come with me and scratch my twenty nine year old itch.’
You raise an eyebrow at this comment, and are unsure of what to say,
believe me baby when I tell you, ‘whatever you want, I will pay.’
You reach down and grab hold of my dick, as I begin to sigh,
then you pull back and remove your hand as I cry ‘why, oh why?’
You cry ‘get that volcano that’s ‘bout ready to erupt away from my hole,
you ain’t gettin’ that thing near my body, no, you ain’t gettin’ it near my soul.
I want a whirlwind romance that can forever truly endanger my health;
you can’t provide, so I guess you’re just gonna have to go erupt by yourself.’

I whinge; I complain; I flail my limbs above my head in the hopes that you will see;
that you are the only woman in the whole universe who can titillate me.
‘I want to make love to you down by the pier, so please, let’s drive down to the docks
where I can ease my way inside you, and your vagina can massage my cock.
I want to hear you howl and scream tonight as I make love to you,
and as I do so, I’ll confess my feelings – and I’ll mean them too.
I moreover dream; and I long, of taking you into my bed,
where I can fulfil the fantasises that reside inside my head.’
You look towards the other horny men and you realise they are all so bad.
I am so happy when you choose to spend the night with me instead; I’m just so glad.

End Note: I would like to say that I have never actually being with a Prostitute. I don’t know what that does for my image after writing such a piece, but I wanted to make that clear in case I seemed at all ignorant in my depictions. Thank you for reading.

Dear Madam Australian Prime Minister

SYNOPSIS: A political poem aimed specifically at the Australian Prime Minister

Dear Madam Australian Prime Minister
there are some answers I wish for you to administer
in regards to the questions I have for you.
I have the time, and I certainly hope you have some too
to explain away the actions that you have made this year already and in the past,
and to give me the necessary closure, with the longevity to last.
I want to know why you have made so many changes, political and otherwise. I hope I haven’t alarmed you, nor startled you suddenly with a surprise,
because since I love this sun burnt and ruggedly beautiful country with an intense passion and I live inside her too,
I would like to know the reasons behind many of the changes that have been deliberately orchestrated by you.
Do you believe friendship can exist in the political arena? Do you think your predecessor did at one time?
That is of course before you assassinated him in a way that can only be described as outrageously sublime.
Now with your power reasserted, do you finally believe you have full control?
Do you moreover believe when the next election comes you will decimate the opposition at the polls?
Do you think your cabinet respects you? Do you think the Australian public will?
You have made some extraordinarily disastrous betrayals, which, although powerful are horrific still,
for instance, the carbon tax, which was not supposed to be instigated, or so I hear;
might I ask, is this the end of some massively alarming changes, or just the tip of the political spear?
I would like to know, Madam Australian Prime Minister, in you can we all find trust?
And you might reply ‘well, I am the leader of this great country, so I do suppose you inevitably must.’
Moreover, Madam Prime Minister, how are you adjusting to the life that is political fame?
Do you like that some people wave at you, some shake their heads, and people who didn’t know you now know your name?
Might I ask, how is this on you family? Do they respect each and every one of your decisions?
How will it be for them if this country suddenly falls into chaos or even total recession?
I guess this is one of the more major points I wish to stress; when you make decisions for the people, do you think of your family too?
Is there any available room in this political poem for them as well, or do you wish for me to solely aim all of my questions at you?
Furthermore, do you feel you are developing a paradise? A Garden of Eden? A stereotypical image of Heaven?
Do you think anyone agrees with you? Why don’t we ask leader of the Opposition Tony Abbot, or why not former Prime Minister Rudd, Kevin?
Moreover, some of your opponents have implied that you are some kind of devil,
whilst many of your supporters revere you for being some kind of savior; a heroine; a blessed angel.
Might you please state to me, in your own words, how you would honestly describe yourself?
Are you an honest, decent hardworking woman? Are you secured economically with a good amount of wealth?
It’s just that every year you seem to give yourself another substantial raise,
and journalists and reporters alike explain how you deserve it, along with all our praise.
I just can’t imagine how someone can be worth so much economically.
I mean, what is this? It’s not like the government is in need of a surplus of charity!
Do you provide yourself with every dollar you believe that you deserve? Is several hundred thousand dollars what you believe yourself to be worth?
At the same time on the streets there are people in need of this money, often from the moment of their birth.
This system is a lot like a monarchy, and since I was not born into such luxurious accommodations, I do not get anything.
My friend asks me ‘how much do you think the PM will make this year?’ and I reply, ‘how long’s a piece of string?’
Now, I ain’t asking you to confess all your secrets, but if allowed, which ones could you tell?
Would you reassure me this country is stable, and that we aren’t bound for Hell?
Would you reassure me that you are the one political leader this country truly needs?
Would you truly lay down your life for her? Would you sweat? Would you cry? Would you bleed
until there was nothing else you could honestly do to make this country any more beautiful?
Are you planning for a good many changes ahead for Australia, or are you planning for something really dreadful?
Would you reassure me that everything you have orchestrated is going according to plan?
Would you say to me ‘Derek, I am this country’s only hope. If I cannot do this, I assure you, nobody else can.’
Moreover, what about same sex marriage, or is this a topic for another day?
Would you be more open on the subject if your partner’s daughter were gay?
Do you not believe people should be given the option to love whoever they wish?
Do you not believe lovers should seal their bond with a lovers kiss?
On another note, why is it that all asylum seekers appear to get more rights than what I or anyone else would ever receive?
Why is it they can do almost anything, but I’m not allowed to do what I want to achieve?
Why was the job I recently applied for given to somebody who only just arrived in this country, and who is new to this state?
Is this the new definition of ‘fair’, or am I to always be the Australian too late?
Why does it seem you do not care for people, such as myself, whose family has lived in this country for more than eight generations?
Why does it seem you care more for people who are not even legitimate Australian citizens?
You adjunctively help other countries who are in need, but if the shoe was on the other foot, would they ever help us in return?
I don’t think they ever would. In fact, if this country were on fire, I think they would rather watch us burn.
I realise in the past you have expressed how it is our cultural diversity that makes our country so great,
but did you ever believe that it could breed animosity, fear, paranoia, and even provide the people of this nation with reasons to hate?
There are so many people who cannot marry the ones they love because of the differences in cultural backgrounds.
It is moreover taxing that nobody listens when I complain, but the government drops everything the second an asylum seeker makes a sound.
Furthermore, why is it when Australians are called ‘racists’ you do not hit back and say ‘that’s an outrageous lie’?
If we are such racists, why do we have so many soldiers overseas fighting for peace and prosperity who are doomed to die?
If we are such racists, why does a loving husband with two young children go to stop a war that is not his fight?
Why does his wife, ten months later, if we are such racists, need to explain to her children that daddy won’t be coming home tonight?
If we are such racists, why do we send our heroes to fight beside our American brothers on the front lines?
Why are our brave men and women of the Australian forces dying overseas from bullets, shrapnel and land mines?
I ask you, how many terrorist attacks have been stopped on beloved Australian soil over the past five years?
If we are such racists, who are these extremists who wished to kill thousands of people and leave their families in tears?
Why do you persist the continuation of a war we obviously do not belong in?
Do you feel the deaths of our men and women are on your head? Do you feel the blood of the armed forces running across your skin?
Why do you follow the American President and almost everything he chooses to do?
I never did realise we were the fifty first state of America; instead, I believed our Prime Minister was you.
Do you ask God for His forgiveness, for His solace, for His love before you go to sleep?
Any promises you make in regards to the questions I have asked of you will you forever and always keep?
Honestly, if you could guarantee our future and promise that our lives, you could protect,
you are the one politician, Madam Australian Prime Minister, I would only too gladly reelect.
On another note, what about the growing problems concerning the emergency services?
Can you assure me you could do something about reducing the time it takes for the arrival of ambulances?
What about the underpaid workers and the lacking number of staff maintaining our hospitals?
In regards to this question, before you fathom an appropriate response, do you really have a good rebuttal?
And what about the underperformances of students and teachers at our local schools?
Should students not sparkle with intellect within the classroom like radiant jewels?
In your plans for the future of our country, do any of them concern education?
If the children are our future I feel terrible for the next generation,
who will be unable to read, unable to write and unable to perform basic arithmetic.
Is it just me, or is stupidity becoming a nationwide pandemic?
Do you have a cure? Do you have a plan? Or do you plan to simply watch the problem escalate and grow?
If you want Australians to vote for you I believe you need to let them know
that you care for their concerns, for their children and for the future of this great country.
However, this Q&A of ours, it could never actually happen in reality.
I hope you are not Prime Minister for the power, but the responsibility.
Perhaps there might come a day when you could take the time to answer a question or two for me.
The opinion I have of this country’s government moreover has been jaded and I don’t think it’s that good.
If I’m not the only one believing this, then change is mandatory, and if you can do so, I believe you should.
Until then however I shall wish you luck because I believe you are going to need it in the future.
Disappointment is a terribly ugly disease and I hope you will someday become our one necessary cure.