Cream of Self-Esteem

Cream of Self-Esteem
9 June 2014

The old uptight me
Is now loose and free,
The way it ought to be.
After years of agony
I've broken from tyranny.

The tyranny of group think
That was way out of sync
So I felt like a rat fink
And brought me to the brink
Of almost no more pen and ink.

Pen and ink let me fully express
My inner self with success,
Without having to repress,
Confess or be a mess.
It's been a long process.

A process of listening and reading,
Uploading new ways of thinking.
By baby steps proceeding,
Getting results, not misleading,
Old ways gradually receding.

All Cheers My Dears

All Cheers My Dears
20 April 2012

Today I'm celebrating me.
In school I had low self-esteem.
I survived that vile misery.
In my career, the boss on my team
Only added to my tension.
Now I'm cheering for hanging in
And lasting to get a pension.
I'm acknowledging all that's been
Accomplished by honoring me.
Today I'm rejoicing at my wholest
With a self-image that really
Lets me enjoy life to its fullest.

Gay Fetes in the Streets

Gay Fetes in the Streets

26 Sept 2011

When we were teenagers growing up, 

We never had a chance to feel each other up

Experience crushes, flirting, nor love treats. 

We were denied meaningful cozying up. 

So now we have sex in the bars and streets.

Society told us we had gone astray, 

To suppress our feelings and go away 

Quietly into the night without bleats. 

Now that we have found men who play

We have sex in the baths and the streets.

We have survived the condemnation 

Of being called an abomination 

And alienation from church meets. 

With self-esteem getting elevation

From sex in the bushes and streets.

Although we sat thru many sermons in our lives 

About how husbands should treat their wives, 

We never heard a word about gay couple retreats. 

So we made our own rules about sex drives

And actions on the beaches and in the streets.

We have survived feeling suicidal. 

With AIDS, death has not been idle. 

Living each day is gravy and meats

Or more icing on the cake. To feel the idyll

We have sex on our backs and in the streets. 

It’s not like we need self-control reform. 

We controlled ourselves enough to conform, 

Get married and that made us robots on repeat. 

We acknowledge it may stir up a storm

To have sex in bay windows on the street.

The gay assimilationists don’t recognize 

That we’ve always been and in any size 

Always will be different in our fetes. 

Passion to fight for their rights does arise

From sex in beds and in the streets.