The Penis Poem By Ron Porter ©2015

I am so very glad I have a penis
it's more convenient than a vagina.
I can pee at the side of the road
From Alaska to South Carolina.

Penises are just so much cooler
than female genitals are.
Cause girls can't piss out of
the window of a moving car.

As sure as men are from Mars
and, women are from Venus.
As much as I adore vaginas,
it's so much handier to have a penis.

Poem Without Meaning By Ron Porter ©2015

kisses of fire; a heart of ice and,
eyes cold and hard as steel
she sits at the wheel,
wearing stiletto heels
and, spins out the thread of my fate
recall plays tricks on my mind these days
so she stays a mystery to me
I think we met some past time in a dream
it seems that she has always been there
wearing a different face and name
always the same yet, different
always the steel eyes and frozen heart
and, kisses that burn like a flame.

A Salute To Nikki By Ron Porter ©2015

Tell me, baby do you remember when
every time we did it, we
would do it again?

Do you recall when we used to play;
if we did it once we'd end up
doing it all day?

We were young in love, do you recall?
We did it in the kitchen, in the bathtub
and in the hall.

Remember how we made up after a fight?
How many times, baby, did we
do it all night?

Now, we're older my hair is gray and thin.
It seems we only ever do it
every now and then.

The body ages, but if the choice was mine-
You can bet your sweet ass, baby
We'd still do it all the time.

Way Too Soon By Ron Porter ©2014

Everything I want I get
Not right away and it never lasts
All good things it seem
Have a very short shelf life and all
Seem to reach expiration date
Way too soon.
And once it’s gone it’s just as if
I never had it to begin with
Leaving me full of empty; always
Wanting...          and
Everything I want I get.

Christmas In America, 2014 by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Merry Christmas, deck the halls
Demonstrators close the malls
Justice of vengeance, voices call
Bullets fly and bodies fall

Media feed chaos and confusion
State dictates wealth redistribution
Destroy each traditional institution
Sell Lady Liberty into prostitution

tax the rich to enslave the poor
The IRS wants more, more, more!
Bullshit covers The Senate floor
Meanwhile, the wolf busts down the door

Congress, Senate and The President
Twist the laws to implement
Marxist policies with one intent
To steal liberty by tiny increment

Staccato Serenade by Ronald S Porter ©2014

How well i remember a time and place
where the streets sounded like saxophones
the girl had a technicolor movie screen faces,
billboard smiles and bubblegum kisses
The boys all had a tom-cat strut
jack-knife legs, and razor minds
and spotlight eyes that hit all the misses
there was electric neon smoke in the air
None of heard the clocks that kept ticking
we had strawberry wine and barbeque chicken
and cars so fast they arrived before they left
I faded every bet that the streets ever made
I always knew when my baby was coming
by the sound of stilettos click, click, clicking
in her high heeled, staccato serenade.

Blueberry Skies by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Under blueberry marmalade skies
I kissed a girl with tangerine eyes
Her lips tasted of mango sweet
and her hair smelled of apples and spice

Sunlight, like golden rose petals fell
to caress our skin with warm and bright
The green fields stirred by summer winds
moved like waves do, across the sea

We laid out a picnic of youthful affection
Of heated indulgence, we ate our fill
Tasted the sweetness of laughter and lust
and drank deep the wine of love.

Gone is the day, yet in my mind's eyes
Are frozen the images of electric passion
that crackled like static over our skin
below the blueberry marmalade skies

Multiculturistc Myths by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Spider said to Coyote
I am you and you are me;
And, we are both Rabbit
But, few seem to know
Eden vanished long ago.
Remember what the Romany say
They came and took our land away.

My First Good Night Kiss by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Hot summer night
I walked her home
On the porch I said good-night
In the diffused light
Trickling down the stairway
And she kissed me
She kissed me like
She was hungry
In every cell of her body
Nosey little sister’s voice
Announced, Ma, Paula’s downstairs
Kissing a nigger!
She cursed the brat. And, her mother
Called from the top of the stair
Paula, it’s late, time to come in for the night.
All the time
Looking through me
As if I wasn’t even there

Down The Block by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Down the street of broken dreams
Sag ass over-sized jeans
Faces hard as forty year felons
On children just barely into their teens
And everybody has a gun
Or habit or date in court
If he doesn’t value his own life
How do you think he feels about yours?

He would shoot you just for sport
Don’t get caught out of place
Don’t get caught without your ghetto face
Look down the block as you pass
But if you don’t belong there
I’d advise you don’t tarry long
Down the street of broken dreams
People can vanish without a trace.

Sight To The Blind by Ronald S Porter ©2014

I'm tired of my government lying to me
fed up with agencies spying on me
sick of the machine trying to be
the controlling fact in my life.

I've had enough of the President's lies
(You can spot it; watch the eyes)
weary of puppet masters who devise
social, political, economical strife

Meanwhile media moguls manipulate
education and information to create
discomfort, distrust, doubt and hate
to keep us fearful so we toe the line

The masters create and perpetuate fears
that has kept them in power for years;
Rob the masses to pay their own arrears.
But, freedom starts inside the mind.

Take the chance; risk the pain;
clear out the lies lodged in the brain.
It will prove well worth the strain,
the bitter pill of truth to swallow.

Truth is light; sight to the blind!
Revolution takes place in the mind;
We turn one heart; one soul at a time
Set the minds free, all the rest will follow.

Snakey Woman by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Hot strut, street-cold eyes,
is there anything alive
inside behind the flawless face
disregard beauty and body grace
forget the curling crown of red
ignore sapphire fire in the gaze
it will leave you in a daze
look beyond and you will find
a rapacious reptilian mind
she's crocodile hungry, cobra quick,
razor sharp and serpent slick
the other guys on the corner
shiver in that glance of ice
immobilized, they stand transfixed
like terror-frozen, trembling mice. 
Myself, I move into her path
and approach with impunity
when you've been snake bit as often as me
you develop an immunity.

late night Be-Bop Ramble by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Well, my first impulse
is second nature
and the third time is the charm
my lover is athletic
the bartender is sympathetic
right now everything is copesetic
and nobody set off
any of the burglar alarms
I got charms and potions
from across the five oceans
and around the seven seas
My woman has my heart
all my pledges and devotions
and foreplay is the only thing
that brings me to my knees
So, I'm living for the moment
and every minute is now
I've had more fun
and dirty deeds done
than the legal laws allow
You can be sure 
my love is pure and
I will keep the promise
just as long as 
you don't  break the vow

Cheap, One Night Stand A Dylanesque, Waits-flavored story) by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Well... I took my Tom Thumb's Blues*
down to Desolation Row.*
I ordered up a pitcher of misery
and, a double shot of woe,
down at Charlie's Seven Roses,
then talked up a ho. And, went off
to set the night on fire,
with the blazing flames of lust that
whiskey and cocaine can inspire; 
cause she was as war weary as me,
we were both to tired to feign desire.
We rolled and wrestled til we were raw.
We talked about the things we saw
when we first lost the fairy tale glasses
that covered our eyes in innocent youth.
Never did we speak about how bleak
it had been to discover the truth
that this uncouth and ugly world
was a frigid fight filled lonely place
where, pain and poison and disgrace 
are perpetually puked up in your face.
Well nothing to risk, nothing to gain
neither had reputation or pride.
So, we talked about the hidden pain;
 after all there was nothing to lose
Another snort; another shot of booze
and we laid down, first side by side,
with no place to hide, and waited
back to back as the sun came up
silent and secret tears we cried.
Mourning in morning, for memories
of hopes that had been hijacked and 
all those good dreams that had died.

*song titles by Bob Dylan.