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Posted: July 5, 2010 by Marya in Marya's Poem Awards
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The Most Promising Poet Award

I Am Happiest When U R Happy Award

Prolific Blogger Award
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Monday July 5th 2010

Posted: July 5, 2010 by Marya in Quote of the day
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We can’t change other people but we can change the way you respond to them.

Rosa Parks is gone, and Renee Thomas has stepped up, and shaken her ass, to take her place.  Most of you know the story of Rosa Parks.  She was a black lady who refused to give up her seat to a white man.  Thanks to her, black women can sit on buses wherever they want. Whoopee.

You may not know her name, but Renee Thomas’ story is gaining national attention.  Like Rosa Parks, Renee was tired after a long day of work.  She just wanted to relax and have sex with fellow Carolina Panthers cheerleader Angela Keathley in a public restroom.  Like Rosa Parks, Renee was arrested. That’s what happens to pioneers.  Let’s make sure that Renee’s arrest is not in vain.  Something needs to be done to protect the rights of hot lesbian cheerleaders to fuck in public bathrooms.

Someone needs to organize massive protests.  A Million Muff Muncher March if you will.  I see thousands of cheerleaders in tight white t-shirts marching on Washington.  They start to riot.  They hurl pom-poms at the police.  They make rude formations, and do cheers that are not only mean spirited, but that also show little regard for traditional rhyme schemes and meter.  A couple of the girls go at it in the Lincoln Memorial, right on Lincoln’s lap!

Then the police have no choice but to turn the fire hoses on them.  The cheerleaders scream as their shaky pyramids come crashing down.  Their firm young breasts heave under gauzy white t-shirts that are now suddenly translucent.  The cold water causes their nipples to stiffen and to reach new heights in rigidity!  Some of the cheerleaders remove their soaking panties in protest.  Hopefully, the major news outlets will realize the historical significance of this moment and show it over and over again: ideally in slow motion.

I know what you’re thinking.  Angela Keathley is not that hot.  She has a huge nose.  But you’re probably thinking about her mug shot.  I’m sure with some make-up she looks pretty good.   In the mug shot she does not have any on.   Why?  Because while you were sitting at home ignoring injustice all around you, Angela had her face buried in Renee Thomas’ lap:  licking, sucking, nibbling, and fighting for what she believed in.  And if her carefully applied lipstick, eyeliner, and blush were reduced to nothing more than random splotches on Thomas’ creamy thighs, I think that’s a small price to pay for liberty.

And don’t forget the Panther TopCats are hardly the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders.   Some of them are real pigs.  A lot of them look like old transvestites.  I would have probably done Meagan, Allison or Misty.  Meagan is the hottest, but Misty looks really slutty, and she has that stripper name.

Cheerleaders need to organize fuck-ins.  There should be cheerleaders fucking in every bathroom in the country.  And it shouldn’t be just cheerleaders:  all hot lesbians need to do their part.  Are you listening Rosie O’Donnell?  Stay home.

And on the subject of Rosie, why has Hollywood been silent?  Where is Denise Richards, who owes her entire career to her Sapphic turn in “Wild Things”. Where are Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly?  Where is Portia de Rossi? Why are they not speaking out?  And more importantly, why are they not making out?

I have a dream, that one day, in the not so distant future; a small child will look up at me in wild eyed wonder and ask, “Grandma, is it true there was a time when cheerleaders were not allowed to have sex in public restrooms?”   I’ll just laugh and say, “Yes, but that was a long time ago.” He’ll smile as a wave of relief washes over him.  Then I’ll tell him he was adopted and he’ll cry like a little bitch.

This is just me Rambling on

Today is Kempo and Cardio X ,, Woke up jogged a lil bit.. Then went in the pool and did laps..  So now its time for a real workout.. Will blog about it later…

Homeless

Posted: July 5, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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A small town somewhere in the south
narrow, cobble-stoned streets
here houses assume a pink hue
in the morning sun unlighted
a black cat is straching slowly
somewhere dogs run the streets
far away one can hear the carriage
and sound of horses’ steps
A tired old man is walking
the day chased him from a quiet ally
now, in the woods he search for peace
for the return to a quiet ally
when the day will fall asleep
and awake to wonders of the night

Just a poem

Posted: July 5, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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It runs down my back,
from the top of my neck
to the bend in my spine
down to the tailbone.

Then it works it’s way up
around each shoulder blade.
Moving from the shoulders
it races into the pit of my stomach.

I can feel it move,
twisting and turning
yearning for release.

Soon it rises,
into my chest,
like a sip of alcohol.

It warms me,
soothes me.

A smile slowly creeps
across a once tame face.

Bliss.

Pure, total bliss.

“Upon a Thought”