ALL ABOUT THAT SEX

Yeah, you’re a lousy lay

OK you can get it up 

But learning how to satisfy me is 

too far out of your way

You’re probably afraid to get lost in fur

I’ve been with men who know how to do things to turn me on

Making a woman scream is how he gets off too

Naturally knows to do

It’s not mechanical, 

Some men just know how to do it

They know how to let go

When men let go of their senses 

They know how to make a woman cry

And laugh with pleasure

Where are the men who made me 

Cry out in ecstasy, 

Did they love me too?

Or was it the ones who didn’t possess skill

Who loved me the way I want you to do

Makes me wonder

Don’t believe that men learn it

It’s a charm they carry deep within themselves

Sweet charm where they let go 

Is it because that’s all a man got to give 

Men know what turns me on emotionally 

but when it comes to sex 

They don’t know how to

Satisfy my soul

I wonder if a man needs to opens his soul 

to make a woman come

Probably all in my mind

Easy to know how to enjoy

Your needs or mine, I know how to come 

All about my mind’s excited 

Can come and keep coming too

Part of it’s up to you because, yeah, I got my own controls

Yeah Yeah …

I do what I know how to 

to myself or to you

I can make my own feel–goods

What about you

Don’t you need and want your own feel–goods

It’s all about time

I need you to do it too

It’s like you forgot

Or never knew

I know the feel good in having my pussy be eat real good

I know the good in screaming and coming again and again

Because other men have done what you can’t do or refuse

To do

At this point, it makes no difference if you know how to do 

Go down on a girl like you’ve never before

Some know what to do

Others never heard it

But I know what I had before

And you don’t know how to do

Like it was done to me before

Good morning sunshine

Good morning sunshine

Today you look so fine

Look like you’re dressed to the nines

Good morning sunshine

I wish I could sing like Patsy Cline

Instead of like my tiny feline

Today I’m feeling turquoise, not quite blue because 

I’ve got some sunshine inside these cloudy dulls. 

I’m a scorcher flower who can bear the heat and not wilt today

Feeling turquoise, not quite blue, 

Kinda midway between a rose and a brunette 

Rose to face the glory of a new day, a day spiced with rosebuds, 

My little cinnamon boy, not a toy

Does the bluebird spell Rheingold – ill fit, sit a while, file me away – my mind strays

Like a stray branch on a tree, a lone bluebird sits alone, barking up the wrong tree, 

I see he jes can’t stop himself from falling in a heap under the magnolia tree

Because something got a hold a me I know it must be love

Good morning sunshine

My sweet bliss divine

Living on the incline

Thrown together on a lifeline

*Sunshine on a cloudy day – when it’s cold outside I want the month of may

I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, My guy – my guy talking about my guy

Good morning sunshine

Today I don’t need any wine

To make me feel Dr. FeelGood

The sun is shining 

I’m a scorcher flower  

I won’t wilt today

Think it’s gonna rain today, sky a cloudy silver gray

Rain the same under these silver gray skies

Turquoise, feeling a yellow shade of blue

Sunshine peeking through my blinds

Good morning sunshine

Living on the sweet side 

*Temptations

FACTORY FARMING BLUES

Hear my song of woe

Look well; see the flow

Life’s lusting for survival

Rivals reaching for revival

In competition for resources

Desire to find recourses

Consumerism’s lust thrust upon us every step

Creates a schism in our humanity

Strive for sanity

Search for an end to succumbing

To become better before death comes …

Fame, riches, voices no one hears, too busy with wanting to get what they have  

Yet somehow never did

Passion and poetry flow in my veins, Poetry makes us see more than we want

Examine, consider anew

Like a sudden cloudburst, rain can’t be avoided

Get wet even if you didn’t want to

Hear my pleas, please, hear the crying of all factory-farmed animals scream, cry for help

Production methods for meat is a disgrace to humanity

Make conscious beings suffer in rounds from birth to death, lives unlived, shortened drastically, live in constant pain tragically

Brutality can’t possibly have redeeming qualities

Follow like the livestock we are, allow immorality to flourish

Need to be free from barbarity lest we become the suffering we imbibe

Our earth requires compassion

Consciousness and cruelty don’t get along

Pain sears through my brain

Soul Secrets rip through me

Stand outside my head observe

Bleak reality

Surrounded by pollution

Needing a solution

No absolution through brutal lives led to slaughter – is this nutrition

Who stands to explore alternatives to barbarous merciless sadistic tradition?

Create compassion, humanity –

Be the change we want to see …

Do You Think I’m Paranoid?

My water tastes funny

I think they put hallucinogens in there

Who is they, I wonder in prayer

Could be anybody out there, anybody, anywhere

Put a little drugs in water, a little in my tea

I feel funny, like life is a dream, I don’t feel real;

I feel like a puppet swaying in the wind

Doing what I’m supposed to

I don’t know what to do

We know who or why they are who is they

Can do what they want to

Dew drops fall on my head I heard them and they go where they want to too

I don’t know what I mean

Put a little love in my heart

I’m afraid the world’s not just about art

I’m afraid because Edward Snowden said it’s so

They can do what they want to you and me though

Cause we’re nobodys just losers on the highway to nowhere,

a road so obliterated by time I can stop on a dime

There’s a reason to rhyme, it’s a paradigm

Plus it’s so sublime

Stop and suck on some key lime pie – don’t let this line of thought be new show time in your heart

They’re going nowhere too & it’s a different nowhere, 

somewhere other than where we are, or

where we want to be

Is It Love or Excuses - will be included in upcoming book Tupelo Honey published by Acquirelle

Is It Love or Excuses - will be included in upcoming book Tupelo Honey published by Acquirelle. I won 3rd prize in their contest and for that I get 5 free books and they publish the book.

First Prize: 15 books and a Kindle plus they publish a book of your work.

Second Prize: 10 copies plus they publish a book of your work.

Third Prize: 5 copies of your book plus they publish a book of your work.

I got 3rd prize!

I have been told my others this is very significant because it is very hard to win any contest!





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Will The Real Violetwrites Please Stand Up

For Fat Girls Who Want to Have Fun - I attest to this!

I love putting on wigs.

I love wearing wigs

I love feeling different

like I can choose a new me who I want to be,

a new self when I put on a wig, I feel freer

I don’t know how free I can be

I don’t know if I can ever be me

Because reaching for me

Is only the next reality

Of who I can be where I want to be

Want to be free

More of me shining through the alternative

Psychic reality of desire to be

To make a better me

Emerge from the light

Another new sight

Wigs cant make me a better person

But they make me feel bigger and better

In the moment of a cheating heart

my poetry flows like liquid literally

Each time I wear wigs

I feel I choose a new me I want to be,

a new self, I become because when I put on a wig,

I am freer

I say more because wig or not

I'm a chubby girl having fun wearing a wig

pretending to be someone I'm not

Wearing a wig or not

Wigs let me pretend I am who I want to be

And eventually, I will be me

See, I wrote this on Amazon for a free wig

And it was written by true me,

like with each new wig I choose

I can choose a new me who I want to be,

a new self when I put on a wig, I am freer

I try to be more than I am, bigger than I am

More of me than I am ever to anyone

More me, better bigger,

more confident, prettier, younger,

More precise in being a better me

Who am I

I ask myself every day

Who is the real me

Will the real violetwrites please stand up

Please Please stand up

Are you like me?

I’m the one I claim I’ll never be

I’m the one I try too hard to be

Laughing & crying,

I stand up to try to see who is the real me

I try to be the one I see

the me I own today

is the one I see every day

PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy

Humidity abates here and there,

The air’s pretty hazy

Time’s Square still sleazy

Closed public seating there

Get all our food – from who knows where

When I think about it, get scared

Easy times are rare

Life’s very unfair

Especially for animals on factory farms

Want us to think our meat’s here by charm

Nothing’s very clear

If we were to witness animals' suffering,

Their atmosphere, no space, no air,

Living in their excrement

How many of us could bear

The suffering, does anyone care?

I sit here in my chair waiting

For the rain to come to clean

Dirty city air

Wild horses corralled

by helicopters in the air

Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico

Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands

By our inhumane society and made into dog food

Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through

Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961

Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation

Trying to deal with so much cruelty

Horrors, animals’ torment

The world’s not what it’s meant to be

Take a deep breath,

Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?

Words From Great Minds To Remember:

“A righteous man regards the life of animals” – PROVERBS 12:10; 

“If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion & pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men” – ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI; 

“Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.” – MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.;

“I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs…(They) are an obligation put on us, a responsibility we have no rights to neglect, nor to violate by cruelty….” – JAMES HARRIOT; 

“The greatness of a nation & its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated” – MAHATMA GANDHI

PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy

Humidity abates here and there,

The air’s pretty hazy

Time’s Square still sleazy

Closed public seating there

Get all our food – from who knows where

When I think about it, get scared

Easy times are rare

Life’s very unfair

Especially for animals on factory farms

Want us to think our meat’s here by charm

Nothing’s very clear

If we were to witness animal’s suffering,

Their atmosphere, no space, no air,

Living in their excrement

How many of us could bear

The suffering, does anyone care?

I sit here in my chair waiting

For the rain to come to clean

Dirty city air

While wild horses corralled

by helicopters in the air

Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico

Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands

By our inhumane society and made into dog food

Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through

Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961

Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation

Trying to deal with so much cruelty

Horrors, animals’ torment

The world’s not what it’s meant to be

Take a deep breath,

Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?

Dead Flowers

Dead Flowers
 

He carried me to the place of dead flowers

Where I spent my water for liquid gold

He tickled my clitoris with humming bird hands

I tasted curiosity; smell satiated me

Is that my worth, only dead flowers?

© Joy Leftow 1996