Pushing The Envelope Issue Two The Third And Final Part

Sexual Reawakening

 

A den of pure pleasure

From many years ago

Returned to sight

Finally his truth came to light

 

Hurt to the point of

Amnesia

Into being a plain white tee

Lies shut down his libido

To barely breathing

It took an all beef patty

The taste of sweat and leather

To be recalled to the pack

 

He wants older

Tougher

Hairy men

Sin is in

Gave up his puritanical ways

To be a burlesque dancer

For the big boys

 

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear

Daddy liked

Chubby cub

Let’s get each other off in the woods

Oh pack master

Let me be your bitch

Then I’ll return the favor

 

Boys he’s coming

This time he’s in touch

With his body

With his soul

Willing to shed some layers

Playing….touching

He wants to see how sweet

The honey really is.

 

~Kevin Michael Wehle~

 

 

 

EMMETT TILL

 

 

“Boy, why’d you whistle at that white Girl?”

I say boy, why’d you havta whistle at that white Girl?

They’ll getcha for that,”

in Money Mississippi.

 

Young men pounded on his front door.

Took him from his bed at night.

Said he had to be properly identified,

in Money Mississippi.

 

Young boy never did go back home.

The men beat him in a weathered shed.

Shot him. Barb wired his neck to a cotton gin,

in Money Mississippi.

 

His Mother had his body sent home.

Thousands viewed the disfigured corpse.

“YOU WILL SEE HIS FACE!” She said.

“LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY SON!”

in Money Mississippi.

 

14 years old that’s all he was.

Clouds still puff in the sky,

and the Tallahatchie still sails like a matter never was,

in Money Mississippi

in Money Mississippi.

 

~Maria Chisolm~

 

 

 

 

Details

by Daniel Garcia

 

Wet green grass

Dries too fast

Harmony

Shall find me

All Earth tones

Glow alone

Fancy words

Like bright birds…

 

And in a new beginning

Some useless chains are breaking

And I’m newly connected

To life that shall be sacred

 

Before I embark on a new life

I should pay mind to the details

Like everything that should be hailed

Like flowers, butterflies and snails

 

A cute boy

Christmas joy

A rebirth

Recalled mirth

Black coffee

Milky tea

Sweet brain farts

Unspoiled hearts…

 

And in a new beginning

New angels are beckoning

Tears shall be different colors

Like picking a new gender

 

Before I embark on a new life

I should pay mind to the details

Like everything that should be hailed

Like flowers, butterflies and snails.

 

 

 

                               An Appetite

 

I for an eternity have longed to taste you,

However my appetite has been destroyed,

My hunger is no longer,

No need to feed the poor,

I won’t settle for half a loaf anymore,

A feast and famine of feelings,

As your puppet, I’ve let go my strings,

You have eaten at my insides,

You can see it in my eyes,

But the eyes are always bigger than the stomach,

And now I am just sick,

Sick of you,

Never knowing what to do,

Never knowing how to act,

While diminishing my tact,

Driven to expulsions of waste,

And the harsh results I have faced,

My final acceptance,

Has seemingly reduced your confidence,

Scrounging for leftovers,

Forgetting that there were no firsts,

You have chosen your own emptiness,

I now have no need,

To feed,

The poor,

Anymore,

I have let you taste too much,

And memories are short of mutual,

And none the such.

 

Danielle Lucania

 

 

 

day sky

 

 

I - The child, he's got his own

private tourist,

smelling of pineapple and despair.

 

Each set of hands

takes a holiday

across the other blue body,

 

while each set of lips

like Lady Day

fill the red night.

 

 

 

II - That wind sparkle in his eye

has done gone;

there's no need to tell me

we're sound coming back,

earthen.

 

It's all over now,

     you've changed.

 

 

~Adam Henry Carriere~

 

 

 

Me

 

On the runway of life

when I’m shaken me off balance,

I want to be embraced

by the loving arms of a man

who won’t ask me to be

what he needs,

he lets me exist as I am,

 

The free spirit of a lioness,

a tempting seductress,

a passionate artist

with an unquenchable exuberance

for living life to the fullest.

 

Will reality and imagination

combine into a jigsaw puzzle

of unmatched pieces?

Or, will the vivid pictures

in his mind spur the tranquility

 of this reality?

 

One thing’s for sure,

this you will see,

as I strut down life’s runway

I’ve got to be me!

 

Bonnie Martha Moret

 

 

 

Fall

in hues of

sun fire yellow

and dappled orange

we shone

in glorious symphony

we fall

pertruding in the wind

gracefully mirroring

one another

neither you

nor I

Knowing

we fall

to die

 

~Laura Acevedo~

 

 

Three of our writers were published in: The Scars Publications 2010 Sexy Poets” Calendar. Here they are with pics, and featuring our PTE Queen: Patricia Carragon http://scars.tv/2010calendar.htm

 

	Mr. April Rhododendrons of the Sea Adam Henry Carriere The waves break in small modesty trailing tear-like from his closed eyes, aglow in the evening Pacific. Inside the blue-grey salt are feather-like red petals harvested from the window shelves of ships lost long ago; in their luminescence the sea feels without a stranger in the world and the left-over pearls smart in jealousy.

  

 

 

 

Ms. September and our current PTE QUEEN

Prayers and Wishes

Patricia Carragon

 

prayers             cover the earth trees stripped of leaves

wishes sit in a well a rain cloud leaves

 

 

Mr. December

Home

Kevin Michael Wehle

Glass half full
No longer on empty
The poets applaud
Living above the firing line of
Bullies, fools, and wombats
Finally I belong                                                            

                                                

                                                                                                                             

Here is the first ever group poem.  Drum roll please. The author of each line name appears at the end of the line they wrote. Thank you all for the input. Everyone did an amazing job. Look forward to see the next one. I gave it the title “Love Or Desire”

 

Love Or Desire

 

Blue eyes...nothing else moved me ~Kevin And Brian~

flashing bits of sapphire, burnt right thru me... ~Gina Delorenzo~

the thrill of your shrill tongue, lingering inside me... ~Adam Henry Carriere~

in velvet tempest, these things do inhabit... ~Jean Passarelli Sotos~

the greatest version of myself through your eyes... ~Julio Gomez~

A burning image of passion that forever flickers in the darkness of reality ~Fiorella Arrunategui~

let me dance for you like how the flame from a candle moves, and sways, so softly. ~Maria Chisolm~

let me sing songs so gently that you may drift sweetly into a new... ~Marilyn Thomas-King~

Love or desire...what is it you hope to find...I need to know. ~Kevin Michael Wehle~

Just how you feel, in the search for something real. ~Danielle Lucania~

 

 

We want to say thank you once again to all the writers. We would like to thank our proofreaders.

Also a big bear hug goes out to all the people who helped us along the way, and for everybody’s continued support. Thanks! Kevin and Brian J  For more info. about “Pushing The Envelope” please check out or FB page, and our website: http://ptealiterarymagazine.blogspot.com