Monday, July 29, 2019

Freckle-Schmeckle




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Freckle-Schmeckle

“She had freckles on her but(t) she was nice.”
--Confucius.

Van Johnson was a freckle puss.
and they say he liked to cuss.

Doris Day had tons of freckles too,
so many she didn’t know what to do.

As a kid, Mickey Rooney was freckle-faced,
they say he loved them in his case.



Glenn Buttkus

Quadrille

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Thursday, July 25, 2019

Golden Years




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Golden Years

“All that crap they tell you about getting joy and
having wisdom in your golden years--it’s all tripe.”
--Woody Allen.

There was a time when health was not an issue,
but then seven decades will slip on by,
and you weep so many tears on tissues,
because the old meat machine prepares to die.
No amount of prayer or how hard you try
makes much of a difference in the end. 
There is no way that you can just pretend
that risk for strokes, heart attacks or cancer
is not a sad sword intending to rend
life from the body--so I just growl Grrrr.



Glenn Buttkus

Dizain

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Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Blackthorne Episode 98




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Blackthorne

Cinemagenic Ninety-Eight

Coupling

“Sex is the intercourse, the merging or
convergence, of who the two of you are--
your spirits merging.” --Alexandra Katehackis.

1(sound cue) violin and clarinet.
2(two-shot) They both began taking off their boots.
She was not wearing petticoats, so she flashed her
tan thighs at him as her riding skirt lifted with her
legs. Salina: If you stay away from the whores, I’ll
stay away from Thor.
Buck: You don’t have to ask twice.
3(tight two-shot) They were both on their knees,
hugging each other.
Buck: I needed this--thank-you.
Salina: We haven’t done anything yet.
Buck: Oh yes we have.
She put her head against his chest, and his hug
tightened. She laughed with gusto, and suddenly
leaped onto him. He joined her laughter, lying on
his back with her on top of him, her hair brushing
his face. Buck: Hey, who’s riding who?
Salina: We’ll take turns.
They rolled over together, giggling, against the 
earth and against each other. They came to a
stop with him on top. She fought for a moment
until he kissed her, his lips barely brushing hers.
She rose up, and kissed him back. They kissed
for several minutes, Their saliva mixed and they
shared a sweetness seldom found. His hands
found her breasts. Her hands encircled his neck.
Her hips began to undulate against his erection.
          They sat up and just stared at each other
for a long moment, both of them smiling and
breathing hard. She pulled off her short riding
jacket. He began unbuttoning his shirt. She
finished unbuttoning it for him. The thick muscles
in his shoulders and arms rippled as he peeled
the shirt off; his taunt abbs stacked up above
his pants. He unbuttoned her black blouse, and
helped her out of it. Her large breasts heaved
at the top of her lacy corset. He kissed her neck
and her cleavage as they unlaced the corset.
She slipped out of it, and her breasts presented
themselves. He put his face between them, and
she held the back of his head. He pushed her
breasts together and put both nipples in his
mouth. Her hips began to gyrate.
       They stood up. He pulled his jeans off, and
his underwear with them. She smiled at the sight
of the holes in the toes of his socks. She wriggled
out of her leather skirt, and slipped out of her
lacy bloomers. He helped her lie back on the 
plaid blanket. He massaged and fingered her
vagina, soaking his hand. As he descended, she
guided his penis into her. 
        He started slowly, and the coital dance 
increased in tempo. The sun was warm on the
back of his neck, as he heard a blackbird cluck,
4(sound cue) piano and cello
as Salina howled, screamed and chewed on him
like a lioness, both of them making love as a fresh
experience, her hips banging into him like drum
beats one moment, and then she would shiver
like a slender willow in the wind the next.
        For the first time, Buck found himself holding
back, being enthralled with the pleasure he was 
providing for her, amazed at how her orgasms
piled on top of each other. Then they rolled over,
and she was on top, leaning toward him, her
breasts pummeling his face. He held her butt,
imagining butterflies on his knuckles
        He felt the tension gathering in his groin, and
she sensed it too, knew it was time. They sprinted
for the vertex, but just before their bodies crashed
together, creating a mingled spirit, Buck felt the
love dove flutter as passion dashed past it, and a
scalding spurting message was ejaculated into the
tender blackness of her belly--as the sun split
open, the landscape disintegrated, their hearts
burst with oneness, they died and were reborn.
       They lie together quietly, their bodies
glistening with love sweat. They wept, then laughed,
and their laughter rang out across the flat water. A
lone fishing hawk sailed high above the lake in a
deep blue sky.

Glenn Buttkus

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Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Almost Roma




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Almost Roma

“The world stopped fighting for me long ago. I had
to rely on self, and pave my own path.”
--Nikki Rowe.

When I was
in Elementary School,
my mother had two marriages,
and I went to ten schools.

I felt like
a gypsy child,
always the outsider,
always the challenger,
always the stranger.

My black tressed
blue-eyed mother,
wore colorful scarves
in her hair, and low cut
peasant blouses,
played the guitar & accordion,
but stopped short
of telling fortunes.

We were a blue collar family
of renters, invading the odors
left behind by others. My parents
bought their first house
after I graduated from high school.

Somehow, even with all that moving,
my folks always found
enough family and friends
with pick-ups and helping hands
that we never gave U-Haul
a dime. God only knows
what they really thought
about our perpetual migrations.

Like outcasts we kept
moving, like shadows seeking
only empty nests.



Glenn Buttkus

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Monday, July 22, 2019

Lunaracy




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Lunaracy

“Everybody is a moon, and has a dark side they
never show to anybody.”--Mark Twain.

The 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 mission has
come and gone. I rewatched THE RIGHT STUFF, 
APOLLO 13 & FIRST MAN. Then I reviewed 
THE MARTIAN. 

Last night, drenching my sheets with lunar dust, 
I dreamt I was the moon; in a computer voice
I asked over and over, “Why Mars?”.  I remember
how pleased I was when H.G. Wells, and Edgar
Rice Burroughs wrote books about me. I simply
laughed at the theories that the Nazis had hidden
bases on my dark side.

Come on, I am earth’s satellite, the Master of Tides,
less than six days flight time away. It’ll take five
years to just make it to Mars, and then what? What’s
he got that I don’t? So come on up, the dust is fine.
Get to setting up mining operations and resorts. I am
cool with it.



Glenn Buttkus

Prosery

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Thursday, July 18, 2019

Our Defiance




Poster by Shepard Fairey


Our Defiance

“There is no week, nor day, nor hour when
tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the
people lose their spirit of defiance.”
--Walt Whitman.

Caught in a nightmare passing as daydream;
suffering with these demonics for three long years.
Our government has become rival teams.
I fill a weeping cup with my sad tears.
I fill my secret chamber with real fears.
I tell you our Republic can not stand
Trump’s fascist lyrics as a one man band.
Each day brings new abuses, smirks, slurs, and lies.
I will vow to help stop Trump with my hand
on a voting lever; and nobody dies.



Dizain

Glenn Buttkus

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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Terra Australis




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Terra Australis

“Antarctica is the only place left on the earth that is
still as it should be. May we never tame it.”
--Andrew Denton .

The continent at the south pole was the last land 
mass to be discovered. Though unseen and 
untouched, still it was imagined. Maps in the 
1600’s labeled it “Australia”. It was called that for
over two hundred years. In 1775, Captain Cook
stated that the existence of a south pole continent
was “probable”. In the early 19th century Dutch
settlers in New Holland changed its name to
Australia, and the polar continent remained
nameless for 80 years.

The first humans to set foot on the south pole
were the French in 1840. They named it
Antarctica--the place furthest from the Arctic.
It turned out to be twice the size of Australia,
about 6 million square miles. It is covered with
massive ice sheets, and it contains 70% of the
world’s fresh water.Today there are several ice 
sheets melting and collapsing. If it melts faster
it could raise the level of the ocean 200 feet.

 I tell you, the polar
caps are melting; soon coastlines
will shrink on all maps.



Glenn Buttkus

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Monday, July 15, 2019

Dies Solis







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Dies Solis


“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see
the shadows.”--Helen Keller.

It’s a humungous glob
of hot plasma,
a yellow dwarf star.

Even the blind
see the sun ,
and they use it
for orientation.

It has been both
worshipped and despised;
its rays burn skin,
and cause cancer.

It’s a seductress,
but not my friend.



Glenn Buttkus

Quadrille

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