it has many swings
none are ever empty ...
during day,
young gals and kids run around
during midday teens abound
till the evening....
yet at the stroke of nine
the moon when it does shine
many gals and guys one finds
entwined,
see-sawing and swinging
in happy unison
the garden is like Eden
through my windows sill
binoculars in hands still,
I feel each and every vibration
least to say the swing helps
giving all a pleasurable swing ...
so all mankind is happy....
some lay snuggled across benches
out of their free will
'tis a pleasure still...
as throughout the day
guys and gals
dribble about the strings...
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mostly i imagine and create
in this one
over time i have actually seen them procreate
how much false i can be ,
no its no form of adultery,
nor i a viewer what they call
you know
a voyeur after all.
Still I shall dwell at your direction
once more render my creation
in terms of unintended debauchery ,
I don't fear who do and who don't read me.
It's after all adult poetry
Loved
The thought made me cringe, in an adult way.
As you know in this day and age many bad things happen to our children and some of our adults have been through many bad times, and this will make them cringe and run for cover.
I cannot imagine the real feelings that the children that have been mistreated go through, but this certainly brought home the reality of life out there where they are made to feel unsafe.
I am not sure what to say about the work here it is a subject that is kept hidden from view usually ????, Yours Ian.T
friend lets face realities
the park
friend let’s face realities
I was standing there
and many kids under 7 or6
were on real swings swinging
and this couple was swinging
on the bench in broad daylight
unmindful of my presence
I had to withdraw
those binoculars are just part of poetic actions
a poetic actor that i am
how else do i convey
and
yes pair of guys was playing under a tree
not far away similarly
stay face facts of life
society is kicking
and gals and guys are openly licking