Pleasurable Musings

 

What name does pleasure ring?

There are so many sensations,

memories of thrills and chills.

Fun can mean so many things.

An early swim in crystal waters,

your body cutting through a surface

legs kick and arms pull and breath

moves in steady gasps as you

conquer the waters intransigence.

A sudden coming together of friends

sharing some mutual situation.

Taking an exam together,

meeting up at a local joint,

swallowing amber nectars of joyful

expressions and shared memories.

There is hope in the air tonight,

leaps of laughter in gleeful release.

Potential partners move about,

scents of colognes and perfumes combine.

It feels so good to be out and in the game,

no matter what the outcome later.

A Jack Daniels fills up your confidence,

this bar is yours, the scene will turn out fine!

Later, or some other time perhaps,

You are kissing and rubbing and groping,

then make your way to the bedroom.

Maybe it's in the kissing and rubbing time,

you know in your heart that the next hour

is going to be one damn fine time – a delight.

The next day or week, or whenever,

you sit down at a favorite restaurant;

A libation is served, you sip some,

warmth goes down and in you,

your first bites add more,

and a thrill of optimism rises up.

So good to share another fun meal

with friends and close ones.

Another day, a warm, sunny morning:

You load up the car or SUV;

since you've packed for the last three days,

and you're more than ready to go!

The bags and cooler get thrown in,

one last check of the place, you

pull the door shut, and hop in and fire it up.

You back out, and are on your way -

a fun, long trip exploring the country awaits.

You might stop ion other cities and visit friends.

You might push hard to make lots of miles.

You will certainly see other vistas and climates.

But right now, it just feels so damned good to escape

everything same and dull and annoying.

You are on your way again,

nothing can stop you now.

So many different aspects to pleasure:

a thrill of some new fun,

a sense of contentment with friends,

loved ones sharing a tender moment.

But never discount the importance of

pain or unpleasantness,

they exist to sharpen the sense of ecstasy when

you feel pleasures once again.

May there be many, many more

“again's” in your lifetime.

We are the Gods

 

For many millennia, human beings have worshiped so many various gods. We maintain a belief in the supernatural, or a higher power, to help us through our travails, or to grant us wishes. But at times it is important to remind ourselves that on this Earth, we are the gods.

We have five acute senses, and a brain with a long memory. We can calculate, postulate, theorize, strategize and hypothesize. We have remade many parts of the Earth to our use and purposes. We rule over our dominion, this Earth. We can kill in so many ways. We hold the power of death over every other species on this Earth. We can kill any one of them, from the tiniest one-cell creature all the way up to a blue whale. And we are even creating artificial intelligence that is faster than us in many ways. We hold the power on this earth, we rule it, we are the gods here. So maybe, the next time you look in a mirror, you can remember this: You have met God, and God is....you!

They Drive Me Buggy

 

They aren't the big black kind,

or the flying around kind.

Not the red fire brands that bite,

no these are almost tiny as mites.

Little ants, mobile sized that get around.

They get into sheds, into boxes, all over.

On kitchen counters, into storage drawers.

Wherever there is a hidden space, they will be.

Trying to eradicate them inside the house seems

impossible. Sprays, vinegar, traps no matter.

They will crawl across your greatest efforts,

and laugh at you while they deposit scent trails.

There must be a way to eliminate these pests,

or at least keep them outside the house.

Probably do serve a purpose in nature,

helping break down detritus and debris

into soil and compost in the forest.

The serve no good purpose on my kitchen counters,

except to gross me out and aggravate me no end.

Biblical plagues must have included ants somewhere!

But being retired I have plenty of free time now -

just didn't think it would all be spent combating ants.

I wonder if a nuclear bomb would get them all?

Probably not – the Earth will be inherited by

the mighty cockroach – and likely those lowly ants.

1980s Mystique

 

There are a lot of documentaries out on luminaries, those famous people, from the 1980's. Prominent among these are usually Andy Warhol, Roy Halston, Robert Mapplethorpe, the Studio 54 crowd, etc. They had so many infamous peccadilloes and trysts and hookups, it amazed us all them. And for one of many who were stuck on their 9 to 5 or other working grind, it seemed otherworldly. A lifestyle few would ever attain. Or did attain. Because a lot of them ended up dying young, from drug abuse or something. While many of us workers just continued to keep going because we took better care of our health. Boring, but effective.

And yet in this age of Internet everything, when so many personal details are posted regularly, we remain fascinated with the glitterati of the 1970's and 80's. Could it be because in the pre-internet days, we never really knew things for sure. So much was rumored, or hearsay, or what-ifed. We could gossip and wonder and suppose, but never really were sure what took place in those famous Hollywood mansions and the like. Under those conditions, we could paint a mental picture of some lives lived in pure, utter fabulousness, everything great and wondrous, never a sad moment for those people. Even if later we found out there were really many sad moments for 'those people.'

Nowadays, celebrities are on-line in real time and within our cyber reach. Social media sites are full of daily posts of the rich and famous, and infamous. If they go somewhere or do something, we can know within moments, and post a response to it. There are very few secrets nowadays. But not so in the 1980's. Back then, there was still an air of mystery regarding the true events at, say, the Playboy Mansion, or Studio 54. So we see this stream of docu-dramas pruporting to shed new light into the goings-on at Warhol's Factory, or Hefner's secret grotto underneath his mansion. Fascinating titillation for those of us who were alive back then. But probably a big bore to those born after 2000, more intent on following Taylor Swift and her beau's goings-on. The world certainly is changing. But I'm here to say, yes, some of us did have a really great time in the decade of the 1980's, and are here to tell the tale. (Although we remember with sadness and honor, how so many did not escape the epidemic of AIDS back then). For those of us who can, party on, party on – or read all about those that do.