shayarisms4lovers June18 234 - Communist Pillow Talk | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Communist Pillow Talk | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

“In my opinion, true love is expressed in reserve, modesty, and even shyness toward his idol, and never in temperamental excesses or too premature intimacy.” —Karl Marx, in a private letter, London, 1866. Come a little closer, my comrade and I’ll whisper my confession: Nothing turns me on like fighting against oppression! In the midst of class struggle there’s always time to snuggle. (Better red and in bed than bourgeoisie, I’ve always said.) Who cares if we wake the neighbors with the sounds of our surplus labors? For it’s more than evolutionary… If our love is revolutionary! So seduce me, my scarlet darling; let me give you a tickle. You got the hammer and I’ve got the sickle. Dialectical materialism is the tune to which we dance. Workers of the world Unite! There’s an insurrection in my pants. Visit Daniel at http://about.me/dklawitter.

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shayarisms4lovers may18 75 - Bushwhacked | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Bushwhacked | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

“The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war.” –John Lyly, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578). Of all her many weapons, it was her voice that left me voiceless— like sunrise on a battlefield speechless with corpses. I tell you that her words were like war— a skirmish of metaphors wounding my already purple heart. Ambushed and bushwhacked booby-trapped and blown apart in the jungles of despair— I was captured with multiple fractures and was unprepared for this guerilla warfare. I am listed as: a prisoner of conscience a casualty of her barbed wire kisses and the double-barreled shotgun of her cocked and loaded eyes. She hardly even cried when she pulled the trigger and said: “This is war, kid.” Now… Go figure. Visit Daniel at http://about.me/dklawitter.

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Neighborhood Disturbance | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Who knew it would come to this? Certainly not you nor the birds twittering in the tree. Or the squirrel fidgeting by the flowerpot — or the rain in the rainbow — no, not even me. Not even I could have guessed the things confessed by others carried on the gossip of a breeze. But we just sat there, quiet as leaves — listening when the disturbance suddenly ceased. Everyone was waiting on everyone else to see who might call the police.

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shayarisms4lovers June18 20 - The Last Laugh Of Tommy Lee | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

The Last Laugh Of Tommy Lee | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

“The cock doth craw, the day doth daw The channerin’ worm doth chide: Gin we be mist out o’ our place, A sair pain we maun bide.” —The Wife of Usher’s Well, traditional folk ballad. Some people just can’t take a joke. But Tommy Lee found funny almost everywhere he looked. Had he been a stand-up comic he may have made good money, or as an author of children’s books. But Tommy Lee worked in the factory. And like a kid who never grows up he was an obsessive practical joker. Looking back, it’s a miracle he was never fired, but people say he was universally admired by his co-workers. Then one afternoon, Tommy’s fingers got caught in the machine. And it cut him clean to both wrists, leaving only stumps. For two whole days, Tommy’s tongue was quiet. Then he awoke to the smell of the hospital, recalled the industrial violence, and he began to understand: (he would never work again.) On the third day, his mother came in, and she saw Tommy’s chest expand. And while she cried, Tommy Lee died, saying: “Look ma, no hands.” Author’s Note: Of course, actual workplace deaths due to industrial accidents or […]

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shayarisms4lovers June18 233 - Her Mythological Temptation | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Her Mythological Temptation | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

She was both the seeker and the sought. Caught between her village obligations and the wilder places she had forgotten. Married (unhappily) to a man made of metal, his heart had long ago turned as pale as a potato boiling in the kettle. Now, many years later— she hears the hooves crunching the virgin snow. She puts down her knitting, looks out the window and sees the satyr. In the blue light of the moon the frost on his flanks is as bright as a polished mirror, causing her majesty to swoon high above the murky waters of the moat. The lady’s dilemma is timeless: Stay with the man of metal, or run away with the half-man/half-goat?

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shayarisms4lovers June18 09 - The Tender Toil of Matrimony | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

The Tender Toil of Matrimony | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

First came Spring— All rose-red and morning glory! And then a mild Winter. But the frost of futility could not reach The River that sustains us. And now, my dear, At the end of the story— I anticipate those Summer years to come: When we turn gold like wheat Ripe for the harvest. There is no need to fear the farmer of us all. For I am told that love never dies… It just grows older and hides On the other side of Fall.

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shayarisms4lovers June18 270 - Ontology | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Ontology | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

The unknown blossoms beneath your skin— Third eye opened in the rapture of original blessing. Words cannot capture the mystery of being Yourself—unfolding like a flower in the evening of your persona. (I know you by your aroma). We perfumed petals in the garden of delights, our eyes shine wet in the dark night when you are thrown back into your own embrace. We are little dramas encased in flesh— As we discover the heart of silence.

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