Unprotected Poetry Version 5.0

One of my favorite pieces reborn and revisited yet again! 

I had unprotected poetry last night

it was unexpected you know

spontaneous and we did not use anything

we just went at it to keep the mood.

It was incredible but not safe

and now I am worried

cause it can be infectious and dangerous

to say things without a condom.

It could be disastrous to speak without protection

A guy should not have unprotected poetry

he should take more responsibility than that

not just leave it up to the girl.

It was so irresponsible of me

to have unprotected poetry

to not even ask or consult

her about poetry control methods

she might be using or gulp not using.

What if she gets poetically pregnant

and wants to have my poem?

Or what if she has some kind

of poetically transmitted disease

you know PTD  –

and we have to wait

and see what happens

taking regular poetry tests

to see if we’ve got it.

But wow

we actually did it last night –

We had poetry…

How many people

in this day and age

have pure unprotected poetry?

We should be thankful for that

after all it was good poetry

we both really enjoyed it!

We soared like angels

without wings

never coming down

just coming

poetically, that is.

But what a high

to hit that climax

and feel like you

will never be mortal again…

Now that you’ve had

unprotected poetry

who can protect you?

Now that you’ve had

unsafe poetry

and want to do it

again and again

and again…

Cause it don’t feel

the same

with a poetic condom

blocks off the all feeling

and the flow.

And the words

the words

are stopped short

with safe protected poetry

and I will never

write that way again!

© 2012 lgjaffe

Love Nots

Love not

what you see

Love

what you perceive

Embrace being

not facade

Caress soul

not form

Mingle with spirit

not function

Entwine new thoughts…

– An aroma of aphrodisiac

© 2012 lgjaffe

Love Nots

Love not

what you see

Love

what you perceive

Embrace being

not facade

Caress soul

not form

Mingle with spirit

not function

Entwine new thoughts…

– An aroma of aphrodisiac

© 2012 lgjaffe

I Will Know Freedom

Even

if my eyes

be blind

I will know

Freedom

by her touch.

And even

if my fingers

be bleeding

I will know

Freedom

by her sound.

And even

if my ears

be silent

I will know

Freedom

by her scent.

And even

if my senses

are struck

I will know

Freedom…

© 2012 lgjaffe

Silence Rescued Silence Revealed Silence Restored

In dedication of Holocaust Remembrance Day

Once upon a time

there was a holocaust…

Millions died

because of one man

because of one people

Because of a silence

so unprofound

that people were

caused not to speak

They were cautioned

not to breathe

and whatever faint

breaths they had

were better he

than me

And this silence

grew until

it became a loud noise

And today we

revere that silence

with more silence

And yes

millions are still

easily slaughtered

And economies

of life

are shattered

And people

would rather protest

than live

And still

the silence

remains

And we celebrate

that silence

today

Isn’t it fitting?

© 2012 lgjaffe

Silence Rescued Silence Revealed Silence Restored

In dedication of Holocaust Remembrance Day

Once upon a time

there was a holocaust…

Millions died

because of one man

because of one people

Because of a silence

so unprofound

that people were

caused not to speak

They were cautioned

not to breathe

and whatever faint

breaths they had

were better he

than me

And this silence

grew until

it became a loud noise

And today we

revere that silence

with more silence

And yes

millions are still

easily slaughtered

And economies

of life

are shattered

And people

would rather protest

than live

And still

the silence

remains

And we celebrate

that silence

today

Isn’t it fitting?

© 2012 lgjaffe

You

&

I

In a precisely

designed moment

You

&

I

are

Us

Like a kite

flying at midnight

Like a rainbow

over the sea

Like a walk

on the Left Bank

Like the scent

of fresh baked bread

Perfection

A nighttime

splendor

A reciprocal

passion

A mutual

comingling

A spiritual

connect

A sense

& sensibility

A uniting

distinguished

Us

© 2012 lgjaffe

Final_version_Jaffe_Poem_and_Miles.mp3 Listen on Posterous

great mix

My friend Maurice Hogue of CKUW in Winnipeg, Canada recently recorded my poem Miles Showed Me His Trumpet. He compiled a great mix of Miles Work to weave in and around the poem. I am so loving it.

In 1965, a protest song written by P. F. Sloan called “Eve of Destruction” sung by Barry McGuire hit the airwaves.It was a very profound and direct song for its time. I remember listening to it and wondering how we would ever get out of the mess we were in called Vietnam. But more than that the war of generations was coming to a head. The establishment was no longer something to be blindly obeyed. We questioned everything. And here we are some 46 years later and find ourselved in another fine mess. The economy, the wars, the drugs, even our food has become problematical. Chiildren are silenced with drugs even as babies. Our food is tained with hormones, antibiotics and genetically modified to such an extent that in many cases it has become indigestible. Big Ammo, Big Agra and Big Pharma are seemingly at war with humanity to drug, under-nourish and kill. What has happened to the integrity of our leaders and ourselves.

Yet I sit here almost optimistic and consider us to be on the Eve of Construction. 10 years after that fatefull day in September when the Twin Towers stood no more, we have construction, we have a memorial to those who lost their lives, we have a new tower being built at 1 World Trade Center. We have urban farming empowering people to grow their own healthy food, even in the middle of the city. We have artists using their art to enlighten and invoke peace and harmony.

Yes, there is much to be thankful for and much to create – it is a good create our future, our destiny lies in our hands and if we deliver from the heart and the soul we will succeed. It is a brilliant business, this one to create a better civilization. It is the job of each of us. It is time to end the mockery and the pettiness that envelopes our lives. It is time to reach out to our friends and neighbors and show them who we really are – that humanity is basically good.

We cannot let the bad guys win. We must take it upon ourselves to confront and handle what is wrong and move life forward. I do not mean to preach I just mean to put poetry in the world with a dash of harmony and some beauty. We must sparkle and live our lives to the peak. We must stay loyal to our beliefs. We must seek freedom for all and all for freedom.

We must make it the Eve of Construction.