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The Ins-and-Outs of Sex

12:30 Mar 26 2013
Times Read: 429


By Stanley Collymore



What is there about sex that brings out the worst in some

people, creates irrational fear in others and causes the

sane among us to be utterly bemused that so-called

adults can and frequently do get their knickers

in a twist over something that is absolutely

indispensible for the perpetuation of human

kind – not much cop I voluntarily

accede, but nevertheless and with that characteristic

of it securely put aside ought even so not only to be

unambiguous in how it’s actually expressed but

also thoroughly enjoyable too, without any of

that time-honoured, duplicitous and rather

doctrinaire fuss which is so widespread

in what sexually active couples do.



© Stanley V. Collymore

26 March 2013.


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Mind Bender

12:29 Mar 26 2013
Times Read: 430


By Stanley Collymore



Psychiatrist or not I take exception

and great offence too to the uncalled

for inference you made that you

actually think my wife regards

me as being obsessed with

revenge. Really? Well,

we’ll soon see about

that won’t we?



© Stanley V. Collymore

26 March 2013.


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KENNETH G.DOUGHLIN

14:09 Mar 25 2013
Times Read: 441


By Stanley Collymore



You were much more than my English Master for you

were also my Sunday School Teacher, inspirational

mentor, and as I grew into adulthood a close and

trusted friend just like you were to my parents and

grandparents before me, and subsequently my siblings

and numerous others too whose minds and personal

characters you skilfully crafted, enabling us all

to effortlessly become productive and, in

several cases as well, extraordinarily

talented women and men.



Now regrettably, as is the known inevitability of life,

you’ve passed on and sadly from our human perspective

you’re no longer physically here with us. But even so we

don’t regard this mortal exit from our lives as a case of you

having died and that’s the end of it; not one bit! For in

our hearts, minds, souls and our entire being on each and

every waking day of every year and long after we ourselves

who personally knew and loved you are also no longer around,

you’ll still enduringly live on; a touching and iconic symbol

of meritorious expectations as well as a perpetual source

of remarkable inspiration to thousands throughout

the Barbadian Diaspora, and similarly too to

generations of Bajans as yet unborn.



For human though you were like the rest of us , you were none

the less significantly blessed with exemplary qualities which

we all readily understood, greatly admired, keenly sought

to emulate as best we could and, in turn, assiduously

endeavoured, and still do, to pass on to those it

became our responsibility to teach – our engaging and

personal outreach to the consummate Master of Simplicity

who bestrides like a Colossus the world of mortal man

and whose splendid achievements and impressive

legacy, underscored by the passage of time and

cherished memories, will I know fruitfully

and fittingly live on for all eternity.



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 March 2013.





Allis Non Sibi – For Others Not Ourselves – is the Latin motto of our school; it’s also the dream, dexterously affected into reality, that Mr Doughlin brilliantly and permanently instilled in all of us. Thank you Sir with my everlasting gratitude for all you did. And I’m absolutely confident that God in his gracious appreciation will bless and reward you eternally for what you were in your earthly life and I’m sure still are and unchangeably will remain in your Heavenly one.


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The Lying Truth!

14:08 Mar 25 2013
Times Read: 442


By Stanley Collymore



The honest truth, it’s often said by those with

sanitized consciences or who’re themselves quite

emotionally filtered: aka the living dead, often causes

more harm they argue than good and therefore

that of itself is reason enough to studiously

avoid it and, what’s more, grab every given

opportunity that one is afforded to

bury embarrassing, criminal or

uncomfortable facts. But if knowingly living a

lie is really someone’s perverse or twisted notion of

the invariable basis for what they call living and

furthermore expect the rest of us to happily

engage in, how grossly immature and

basically pathetically sick is that!



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 March 2013.


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Whatever got into me?

14:07 Mar 25 2013
Times Read: 443


By Stanley Collymore



I must be in love, for after you’d gone I found myself

reaching out and cuddling the pillow that previously

you’d laid your head upon; which I’ve never

embarked on doing before and objectively,

unless it’s love that unwittingly I’ve

succumbed to, find it inexplicably hard to

properly understand what could have brought

those emotions on, as I’ve never before got

wrapped up with or even wanted to get

emotionally involved with any of

my numerous one-night stands.



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 March 2013.


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What Price Virginity?

14:06 Mar 25 2013
Times Read: 445


By Stanley Collymore



Hey! What are you saving yourself for; until the

right man comes along? And who says he will,

or that if he does you won’t by then be a bitter

and frustrated old maid wishing that you’d

acted differently when you had the

chance, rather than dutifully or even

stoically settling for second best

and deluding yourself that

you’ve found real

love at last.



No sensible person would ever suggest that you

voluntarily opt to gratuitously sleep around at the

arbitrary behest of every irrepressible virile or

self-opinionated stud willing or even eager

to put it about and flippantly pass that off

as having fun; as indulging in what’s

undoubtedly the most intimate of physical

experiences with another person should

be largely based on an informed choice

juxtaposed with the unadulterated

freedom to make it, and do so

entirely on one’s own!



Not perceive it or other comparable decisions,

and certainly not the matter of virginity, as

a valuable bargaining chip for contrived

matrimony, financial security or, most

condemnatory of all in the 21st Century, as a fast

track mechanism up the ladder of social, upper

crust or even hereditary mobility: the latter

with its attendant, parasitical prosperity

and marked proclivity to be venally

supreme, if you shrewdly catch

the drift of what I mean!



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 March 2013.





What is it about sex that brings out the worst in some people, creates irrational fear in others and causes the sane among us to be utterly bemused that so-called adults can get their knickers in such a twist over something that is absolutely essential for the preservation of the human race – not much cop that I agree; but even with that aspect of it aside should not only be an uncomplicated pastime but also a pleasurable one as well?


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Do me a favour and permanently get lost!

14:05 Mar 25 2013
Times Read: 446


By Stanley Collymore



Never you mind what I choose to do with my private life,

as it’s not yours but mine alone to do with whatsoever

I want; and instead of you employing the seemingly

boundless energy you exhibit and which you

pleasurably utilize in tearing it to bits, just

humour me for once and seriously

concentrate on your own life

which, as it happens, is

anything but an

exemplary one! For I already know I’m far from being

perfect, but then I’ve never claimed to be; neither

have I ever aspired to or do I currently want

to be a saint, something which you

yourself most certainly aren’t!

So rather than you unilaterally and

quite arbitrarily setting yourself up in judgement over

me as this untouchable paragon of virtue and the very

epitome of all other things virtuous, why don’t you

just leave me alone to live my own life as I see

fit and, in the process as well, permanently

forget that you and I have ever met?



© Stanley V. Collymore

23 March 2013.


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Up for Grabs

14:05 Mar 25 2013
Times Read: 447


By Stanley Collymore



Please teach me about love, as this unconquerable feeling

I’m experiencing within me is literally pulling me apart.

For on the one hand I genuinely want to save myself

until I’m in a reciprocally meaningful relationship

while on the other the unbridled and utterly

uncontrollable lust you’ve spontaneously and

excitingly evoked in me lends itself immutably to the

sponsorship of an entirely different and conflicting

attitude where the stoical restraints of reason and

commonsense are pitted adversarily against

the unyielding Siren voices of my heart!



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 March 2013.


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You Call This Romance?

11:53 Mar 22 2013
Times Read: 469


By Stanley Collymore



The art of wooing is virtually dead and, instead,

what now passes for courting is nothing more than the

perfunctory and seemingly regulatory groping of the

chosen target’s body: their breasts, bottom and

a furtive hand pressed fortuitously and gratefully between

compliant and even complaisant legs, while robotic-like

tongues, darting hungrily from suction-compressed

but slobbering oral cavities, essay to bury

their way, amid the dregs of saliva, into

gaping-wide throats in a distinctly ostentatious and

supposedly intentional display of ardour. Is this what

romance has really come to? Effectively nothing

more than a spirited, concupiscent smash and grab

full of bestial emotions, but conspicuously

and sadly devoid of fine words, poetry

compliments and all the other

acknowledged forms of

civilized artistry?



© Stanley V. Collymore

22 March 2013.


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LordFangor
LordFangor
12:24 Mar 22 2013

Wooing? Oh, you mean like purchasing long stem roses and having them delivered? :)





 

YOURS FOREVER

11:52 Mar 22 2013
Times Read: 470


By Stanley Collymore



I know now that meeting you was just the overture

to a much grander symphony of love which has

been playing harmoniously in our lives ever

since that first encounter between us; and

whose wonderful orchestration will, I’m

absolutely certain, elicit a million

encores from me before we eventually

shuffle off this mortal coil for our

ultimate rendezvous together –

which will be eternity.



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 December 1997.


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UNTIL YOU CAME

11:51 Mar 22 2013
Times Read: 471


By Stanley Collymore



I deliberately put my deepest and most sensitive

feelings on hold, convinced that in this downright

selfish and quite arrogant world of mediocrity

where everything has a price tag stuck on it

and nothing, it seems, is ever done

without a cynical motive attached; that

I could survive untouched by all

the banality and fickleness

which I see around me;

and I was right.



But in my calculation I hadn’t reckoned with the

astonishing prospect of meeting someone like you;

because it never occurred to me that I would ever find

you in such a place and especially when I wasn’t

looking for anyone. Now my entire life is changed.

And like the early morning sunrise kissing the

dew-drenched flowers to life while gently

prising their petals apart in the intimacy

of a warm embrace - you, too, have

lovingly stirred me from my

somnolent world and, in the process,

re-awoken my deepest emotions

which, until you came, I was

quite content to let sleep.



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 December 1997.



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UNCHANGED LOVE

11:51 Mar 22 2013
Times Read: 474


By Stanley Collymore



I cannot say with absolute certainty when I

fell in love with you - since it appears to

me it’s always been that way. Even so,

it would have been nice to know the

exact moment when it actually

occurred; for I know now,

that’s when my life

really began.



© Stanley V. Collymore

22 December 1997.


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SAYING SORRY

14:34 Mar 21 2013
Times Read: 479


By Stanley Collymore



Feeling sorry about something you’ve done and

then saying so, isn’t a sign of weakness; nor does

it make you any less a man or woman for having the

courage to admit and confess to being in the wrong.

Rather, it’s an inner strength that should be

sustained - not something to be ashamed

of and forcibly contained. For whosoever can

acknowledge the bad as well as the good within

themselves and deal with each appropriately,

has already learnt the first lesson of life:

that we’re all interdependent upon

each other, and by recognising and dealing

honestly at all times with our individual frailties,

we are that better equipped to appreciate and

enhance those strengths and unique

characteristics that distinguish

us as human beings.



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 December 1997.


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SOUL PRESENCE

13:36 Mar 21 2013
Times Read: 481


By Stanley Collymore



A million heartbeats beating

As one are but a gentle tap

Compared to the loud

Thump of my heart

Whenever you

Come into

View!



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 December 1997.


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The Incomparable Abby Martin!

13:35 Mar 21 2013
Times Read: 482


By Stanley Collymore



You are the voice of reason and the spur of common sense;

someone who pricks the consciences - courageously and

informatively so - of even the most apathetic, truculent or

diehard morons while at the same time imbuing within minds

recurrently overlaid with dumbed-down, corporate mass

media mediocrity given to dishonestly masquerading

as an enlightened insight of reality when in actual

fact they’re not, what’s really happening in this

world we live in; effectively and honestly

explaining what’s criminally wrong set

against what’s virtuously right.



A shrewd yet young head then, endowed with a most

perceptive brain and sitting quite influentially not only atop

sagacious shoulders but also the most alluringly beautiful

and appealing of feminine frames. And who is this

Godsend to the alternative airwaves that I’m

praiseworthily talking about? Why, you

already know without any doubt that there can only

be one person of whom I’m speaking; and that

is, of course, the incomparable Abby Martin!



© Stanley V. Collymore

21 March 2013.


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ENDURING STABILITY

13:34 Mar 21 2013
Times Read: 483


By Stanley Collymore



Thoughts of you are the unvarying inspiration

that keeps me going when you’re away from

me. The lighthouse in my mind, whose

comforting and familiar presence guides

me to the safe haven of yourself and

protects me from floundering on

the rocks of my own folly.



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 December 1997.


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The Luxury of Hindsight.

13:33 Mar 21 2013
Times Read: 484


By Stanley Collymore



Would I really want to change anything if I had the chance to live my life

all over again? My honest answer, with the full benefit of hindsight,

is yes - I most certainly would! For there’s the egalitarian period

I went through, thinking that all I ever had to do - apart from

being responsible and good - was to be my usual self

with others; and, therefore, they’d not only

understand but, more importantly,

appreciate as well the human

side of me: the inner man.



But this approach, alas, didn’t work; and that trusting and naive phase

of my developing, adult life was thankfully short-lived. A time

when it seemed quite obvious to me that I was the only one

who was always prepared to give while getting little or

nothing back in return. Yet this discrepancy came

not from casual strangers who I’d met, as one

would normally expect, but overwhelmingly

from those who’d seek me out -

ostensibly, with no regret, to be the

unwitting target of their

contrived game.

Simpletons? Or, more sinisterly,

minds that were unhinged or, even

worse, irrevocably deranged?



Nevertheless, I took a long, hard look at myself and decided

there and then: that from that moment onwards I’d never

knowingly allow either my abilities or ambitions to

ever again be circumscribed or nullified by the

cynical and selfish whims of women or men

with parochial attitudes and jingoistic

minds; or brains - it must be said - if

previously they ever existed,

were long since dead!



I was, after all, a free spirit: relatively wise, gifted and endowed

with an astute mind and sound intelligence; none of which I was

prepared to forfeit or willingly compromise. Consequently,

I was determined that should I ever become personally

involved again with someone of the opposite sex, the

very essence of that quest would specifically be to

find a partner of the cerebral kind: a genuinely

discerning female with interests well beyond the latest

banal TV soaps or fashion catalogues, with whom I

could conduct a dialogue of substance; and not

forever be immersed in a diatribe of facile

discourse born of untutored thoughts:

themselves reinforced by latent

xenophobia and ignorance.



It’s not as if the mating game or selfish and unthinking procreation -

alas now rife - have suddenly and inexplicably become a major

priority for me; let alone my sole remit in life. For what I

value most of all in any relationship - great or small -

are trust, respect, loyalty and genuine friendship:

a sincere compact of lasting characteristics,

which for me mean a great deal more

than just hopping into bed at every turn

or given opportunity with which I’m fed,

to cover some compliant female: whose glaring

inadequacies and striking ambivalence about her

own sexuality and what she genuinely wants from life

are a thinking man’s graveyard; and very often, as well,

the Genesis of immeasurable impending disappointments,

unmitigating disasters and, unsurprisingly, unrelenting strife.



Therefore, whichever of the groupings you opt to fall into: my

implacable enemy or devoted friend; it’s against this backdrop,

and it alone, that any objective judgements of me should

be honed and ultimately depend - not based on idle

speculation or wild, subjective perceptions

gleaned from cursory snapshots

fashioned arbitrarily that bear no true resemblance to this

man you see, and whose ethical benchmark is his very

own. Its moral standards set by him alone and not

devised or influenced in any way, either by the

actions of others or what they have to say.



© Stanley V. Collymore.

30 November 1997.


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The Violator

13:32 Mar 21 2013
Times Read: 485


By Stanley Collymore



How does it feel in your obsessive and pernicious

pursuit of social approbation to callously and

self-servingly betray that one person who

staunchly stood by you when everyone

else around you just didn’t want to

know? Who at great cost to

them financially and the substantial risk of

also ruining their own reputation because of

you, nevertheless faithfully kept faith in

and protected you from misfortune

when your enemies, legion in

number, simply wanted to

viciously tear your

heart asunder?



Or is the sudden and dubious social acceptance of

you by fair-weather friends who’ve heard of your huge

win on the lottery that only came about through the

courtesy and generosity of the money you got from your

sole benefactor, and as a result now want to

opportunistically cash in on your unanticipated but

opportune success by finally, conveniently and somewhat

questionably offering their friendship no less, and to

hell with true friendship, fidelity and ethicalness,

the only thing that matters to you in the end?



© Stanley V. Collymore

19 March 2013.


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RELAX! AND LET’S DO IT.

14:27 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 493


By Stanley Collymore



I was nervous but excited which was only to be

expected having so many thoughts running

through my head. With all the advice

I’d been given and the fears, too,

which had arisen, as I laid

expectantly in your bed.



Then with great determination your footsteps

were approaching and my heart began to

flutter in excited anticipation of our

longed-awaited love making that

I’d eagerly looked forward

to, like no other.



From my side of the bed where I’d calmly

lain, I saw the door handle depressed;

complemented soon afterwards by

your manly frame, which you

slowly began to undress.



With mock feminine modesty I cast my eyes

down your imposing black nudity to shun;

but this pretence at my half-hearted

avoidance didn’t last very long

as observing you undress

really turned me on.



And with my eyes feasting ravenously on

your smooth, dark skin that contrasted

with the whiteness of my own; the

sheer carnal pleasure from this

novel, physical blend shot pulses

of lust through my groin.



At the same time I experienced a

sweet ache in my chest - the reason

for which I understood well; for my

nipples, areolas and both of my

breasts had spontaneously

started to swell.



With practised hands I cupped both

my mounds and squeezed their firm

flesh with keen ardour; then I gamely

extended the reach to my loins

where, with great urgency,

my fingers took over.



And as I rapturously indulged in this

self-stimulation beneath the soft

eiderdown; I could plainly see -

not least from your massive

erection - that you, too,

were enormously

turned on.



Of course, this new and pleasurable

development instantly boosted my passion

immeasurably as my inhibitions I totally

forgot; and as my fingers ploughed

ever deeper and more pressingly

inside me I was becoming

exceedingly hot.



You then moved towards the bed to the side

where I still laid, dexterously pulling the

eiderdown free; then with discerning

eyes you carefully scrutinised the

high state of arousal in me.



Immediately, you daringly lowered your face

and slotted it with great expertise between

my open thighs, as you maintained

the pace of getting even

closer to me.



Then your warm and gentle head was caressing

my damp groin, while your mouth tenderly

nuzzled my bloated labia; soon afterwards,

though I was enjoying the feel of your

tongue vigorously snaking its

way into my vagina.



This oral agitation brought me close to

orgasm, pervading my entire mons veneris;

for you really made me flip, when you

peeled-back my sex lips and

started to work on

my clitoris.



The scream I emitted as my orgasm erupted,

was intense and very sustained. And when

additionally your thumb probed the rim

of my bum - Oh! - the sensation

nearly drove me insane.



The lust from this extra, erotic massage of

my highly sensitive back passage triggered

a sexual convulsion I was powerless to

deter, as a rush of orgasms rocked

my entire body to the core.



Gushing furiously from my vagina like a

hot-spring geyser, my love-juices splattered

copiously over your face to the lash of

your tongue and the adept stroke of

your fingers, which kept up

their frenetic pace.



Feeling quite dizzy, as a result, and almost

like fainting I tried hard to maintain my

composure; but the battle was one

I was in danger of losing –

overwhelmed, as I was,

by such pleasure.



Then, when it seemed certain that my luck

would run out, I drew deeply from my

emotional reserves; determined to

be conscious when the end

came about, if only my

ego to preserve.



To assist this undertaking I got actively

involved – aware how unselfishly and

alone your cunnilingual display

was keeping me enthralled;

now the favour was

mine to return.



Taking hold of your phallus I husked its

sleek head and marvelled at its reach

and great width; then chuckled

disbelievingly at those persons

who said, “the importance

of size was a myth!”.



With undisguised relish and considerable

glee I pulled the foreskin all the way down;

then hurriedly leant forward, and quite

ecstatically stroked your pole

with the tip of my tongue.



The glorious sensations from this absorbing

trip of my working on your magnificent

beam, forced a massive re-alignment

of my mouth and my lips, which

I straightaway wedged

it between.



This sensual supervision of your turgid penis

from its base to the triangular tip, created,

at the same time, a ground swell of

sheer lust that caused my

whole system to flip.



So with my mouth going wildly in

a rhythmical motion as my cunnilingus

proceeded unabated, I felt rather delightfully

wicked from this prolonged pre-coital

exploitation, and just couldn’t

wait to be properly mated.



Laid bare in this most lascivious of ways

with my private parts fully on view,

you suddenly broke free from

your eating of me; as I

wondered what next

you would do.



Within moments, however, your actions

were clear as you mounted my yielding body;

then with your head on my chest and you

zealously sucking my breasts, you

lunged yourself firmly in me.



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 December 1997.


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REGRET

14:26 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 494


By Stanley Collymore



I took you for granted; never realising

how very much you mean to me or how empty

my life would be without you. I recklessly

played with your emotions unconcerned

about the harm it was doing or the

untold suffering that it would

cause you long-term.



Greedily, I took everything you ever offered me but

gave nothing back in return; because my selfishness

was in-born, and so I couldn’t see either the

value or significance of your gifts to me of love,

devotion and loyalty – but most importantly

of all, yourself. Until, that is, my uncaring

attitude forced you to rethink the sense

and purpose of what you were doing on my behalf;

and whether or not a relationship that for you

had become a minefield fraught with unseen

dangers was really worth carrying on.



Or if the time had finally come for you to call it a day

and safely walk away to look for greener pastures

where you could start a new and not so

complicated life on your own. Alas, for me, with

great resilience and resource you wisely chose

the latter course, given what little there was

from me either to start with or choose

from. But with you gone - leaving me all

alone with only memories of you - I wish

with all my heart that I’d been different; and in

belatedly saying how very sorry I am for all I’ve

put you through persuade you, even now, to

reconsider your decision and relent -

and hopefully return to me, as

I would like you to.



© Stanley V. Collymore

10 December 1997.


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PROMISE

14:25 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 495


By Stanley Collymore



No promises I make to you will I

ever break; for to do so would gravely

devalue the currency of our love

and tarnish forever the

spiritual purity on

which it was

founded.



© Stanley V. Collymore

20 December 1997.


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INSIGHT

14:24 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 496


By Stanley Collymore



Others look at us and only see

a couple in love. We look

at each other, knowing

that that same love

which they recognised –

important though it is – is

none the less just the gateway to

whatever we choose to be.



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 December 1997.


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FACT

14:24 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 497


By Stanley Collymore



You and I are essentially strangers to

each other; yet I feel I know you so

well that the convention of being

formal - customary in such

circumstances - seems

utterly unnecessary

and totally out

of place.



© Stanley V. Collymore

12 December 1997.


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DISCOVERING TRUE LOVE

14:23 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 498


By Stanley Collymore



Someone once asked me, in that questing but

decidedly informal manner employed when

searching for the truth, what love was.

And I gave my answer, which I thought

appropriately covered the matter in

detail. I spoke of emotion and

reciprocal feelings; the joy and personal

satisfaction there is from having someone

special in one’s life to share it with,

and to care for. I even ventured

into the private and intimate

world of love-making.



I also touched on issues as diverse as loyalty,

trust, honesty and the spontaneity of affection

between lovers. All in all, I was doing fine

and really felt good within myself about

my explanation. My colleague, for

their part, went away pleased. Sometime

after that conversation, however, I met you -

and instantly I knew I would have to

redefine my definition of love.

For in generously giving yourself to me,

as well as the manner of your doing

so in this new and dynamic relationship we

now share, you’ve not only brought an entirely

new dimension to the concept of love -

you’ve also created a completely new

vista in which our two souls are

bonded for all eternity.



© Stanley V. Collymore

13 December 1997.


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CONTENTED

14:22 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 499


By Stanley Collymore



I’ve no fear of death or the hour

of its coming; and the only

problem that I can foresee

for myself is life - For

without you what is

there to live for?



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 December 1997.





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CLOSENESS

14:22 Mar 20 2013
Times Read: 501


By Stanley Collymore



Having you daily in my thoughts

Is a preoccupation that takes

Up much of my time,

But then it’s also

A labour of

Love!



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 December 1997.


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A TEENAGER’S LAMENT

14:28 Mar 19 2013
Times Read: 508


By Stanley Collymore



It’s a difficult situation being a teenager,

and realising adults don’t understand

that we, the young bloods, have all

the answers to the problems

which, for ages, have

plagued man.



It’s a thankless task too to be a teenager,

knowing full well that no grown-up

will admit it’s they who’re actually

the problem; a fact they

conveniently forget.



It’s a maddening thing being a teenager;

all fired up with ideas that could be

the redemption of this quarrelsome

world which we live in; yet

never the light of day see.



It’s utterly frustrating being a teenager,

to be classed as inexperienced, then

marginalised; but whenever it’s

convenient for adults,

suddenly expected to be

responsible and wise.



It’s quite sickening really to be a

teenager and always being told

what to do; never mind what

you think of the instructions

or if they’re any good,

whatsoever, to you.



It’s amazing what’s done to us teenagers

each day of every year, without fail;

the kind of abuse which if inflicted

on animals, would land the

same culprits in jail.



Where’s the fun then in being a teenager,

with no idea of just who you are?

for we’re definitely not

considered to be adults; yet -

we’re no longer naive

children by far.



So I’ll keep my head down and bide

my time although I’ll never relent

on fighting the just cause of the

hard-pressed teenager - until

I’m myself a parent!



© Stanley V. Collymore,

10 November 1997.



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BAND OF GOLD

14:27 Mar 19 2013
Times Read: 509


By Stanley Collymore



I know that I have no legal or moral claims

on you as the only attachment I have to

you at present is the love we share

for each other - because the

wedding ring you wear

is not mine but given to you by another.

And like a beguiling moat, beneath whose

unruffled surface lurks many dangers,

it shuts you in - a prisoner of love

in your fortified castle.

Therefore, my only chance of ever getting

to you - apart from storming the castle

or laying siege to it – is for someone,

preferably yourself, who’s on the

inside to lower the drawbridge

down and let me in.



© Stanley V. Collymore.

24 December 1997.



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BELIEF

14:26 Mar 19 2013
Times Read: 510


By Stanley Collymore



I know well enough that because of the existing

circumstances in your life, heavily influenced by

the past, I have neither a legal nor any moral

entitlement to a love-affair with you. And any

right which I presently enjoy in this regard

to claim some of your time is wholly

dependent on the continuance of our

relationship, itself nurtured on the love

that we share for each other and

that I hope with all my heart will

overcome the many obstacles

that are ranged against it.



For to have to give you up would be a disaster,

that I would find extremely hard to reconcile

myself with; but to lose either your love

or respect would be the kind

of catastrophe that dishonour alone

engenders and death completes.



But despite this full and clear recognition

that I both need and desperately want you in

a meaningful way in my life, I nevertheless

could never resort to either pressuring

or deceiving you into ever doing

anything that you were

unsure of or had set your mind

against. For your personal

happiness will always be my

overriding concern. And only death –

the final arbiter in these matters – stands

any realistic chance of ever altering that fact.



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 December 1997.


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Blessed Rest

14:25 Mar 19 2013
Times Read: 511


By Stanley Collymore



The evening sun is sinking fast,

the night is drawing nigh; and

with each lengthening shadow

draws closer our goodbye.

The dawn that hailed

your timely birth

has gone, ne'er to return;

and with your work on

earth complete, it’s

time to travel on.



God in his infinite wisdom

sent you among us here; and

we've been the recipients of all

your love and care. We

know it wasn't always the

easiest thing to do forgiving

all the wrongs we did, or

the heartaches we

caused you.



But like the Good Samaritan you

took the challenge on, unmindful

of the ridicule, the envy and the

scorn. You simply smiled

and pressed ahead when

others turned away; with ne'er

a protest from your lips, to

this your dying day.



Such faith and dedication - an example

to us all - we who’re left must emulate

and heed the Christian call. For it

was this self-same love, you see:

selfless, unswerving, free; that

took a helpless infant and

made someone of me.



It's really gratifying knowing all

the things you’ve done; and we

who mourn your passing will

endeavour to carry on what you

so competently undertook, as

we can all attest; while throngs

of guardian angels happily

escort you to your rest.



© Stanley V. Collymore

2 May 1991.


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BROKEN PLEDGE

14:24 Mar 19 2013
Times Read: 512


By Stanley Collymore



I always said that I would wait until I was

married before I decided to lose my virginity;

for there was more than the act of making

love at stake, and therefore too much to

lose in recklessly abandoning the

principles I’d been carefully

brought up on, and which

had always been the guiding lights

of my life; but just as importantly for me,

a constant and reassuring means of

protection Against my own

temptations spurred on by those

who would seduce me with their

siren calls, then use and abandon me.



Something I could never countenance or

allow. For to do so would irredeemably nullify

every vow which I’d religiously pledged myself.

Then I met you - and without a moment’s

hesitation or consideration

for what I was doing

I brusquely cast aside years of sensible

self-restraint and admonition. For the devil

in you had supplanted the saint in me;

and any notion of my going back

to where I was previously, was

simply out of the question.



© Stanley V. Collymore.

24 December 1997.



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CLARIFICATION

14:23 Mar 19 2013
Times Read: 513


By Stanley Collymore



Perhaps, at times, my methods of courting

you may seem too much; and from the

contrasting cultural perspective

that is your own appear over

the top. But, trust me, it’s not!

For what I’m doing is quite normal for me -

if perhaps a little strange for you; since

it’s also characteristic of my

upbringing and the way I was taught

and encouraged to deal with such

matters of the heart. Of course I can’t

deny that with the advent of you in my

life what for me is a traditional

activity has become much

more pleasurable in

its actuality.



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 December 1997.



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ISN’T IT OBVIOUS?

14:21 Mar 19 2013
Times Read: 514


By Stanley Collymore



When I say I love you don’t question

me as to why or demand to know

how much I do; as there are

no words in any language

that can fully express

or quantify the depth of this

terrific emotion which you’ve

sparked and continue

to sustain in me.



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 December 1997.



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The hands on approach

11:59 Mar 18 2013
Times Read: 522


By Stanley Collymore



I’d really no idea that strip-n-poke her® - is that what you

call it? How absolutely appealing yet so practical! – could be

such delightful fun or so simple and thoroughly exciting!

That’s why I’m absolutely overjoyed with myself

that I permitted you to successfully counter my

initial reluctance on this particular matter

and favourably, as it happened, persuaded me to join in.

But to make sure that I’ve fully grasped the hang of things

and not missed out on anything vitally important that is, could I

possibly entreat you to embark once more on a practice run,

and this time much more protractedly, exhaustively and

explicitly than before go through the rules again with

me of this most revealing and satisfying game?



© Stanley V. Collymore

18 March 2013.


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We Need To Talk

11:58 Mar 18 2013
Times Read: 523


By Stanley Collymore



I don’t want to forcibly change you or coerce

you into doing anything that you don’t want to,

as that won’t solve the problems that persist

between us. I just want you to recognize

that our problems do exist, that they’re

real and not some surreal figment of my

imagination; and in doing so, hopefully as

well, persuade you to acknowledge that our

relationship is going nowhere and in all likelihood

will unfortunately disappear never to restart, and

with all the possible dire consequences for us

were that regrettable situation to happen,

without a thoughtful evaluation of

our position, or where we’re

truly heading on your part.



© Stanley V. Collymore

17 March 2013.


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Involuntary Self-Reproach

10:29 Mar 16 2013
Times Read: 533


By Stanley Collymore



Just bear in mind the next time you hurriedly or

angrily point the finger of blame at someone

whom you disapprove of that three other

fingers on that same hand are also

and just as condemnably pointing in

your own direction; and while

in marked contrast to your

verbal outburst or heated

accusations of the actions of

others theirs is conspicuously a

silent protest of what you’re actually

doing, it’s equally and, none the

less, subliminally a gesture

of self-chastisement!



© Stanley V. Collymore

16 March 2013.


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You’re the Catalyst

14:04 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 538


By Stanley Collymore



When I say I love you it’s only a

small part of the huge change

that’s going on inside me,

and of which you’re

the sole catalyst.



©Stanley V. Collymore

20 December 2001.


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Tosser

14:03 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 539


By Stanley Collymore



He’s a constant thorn in my

side and a massive prick

to deal with.



© Stanley V. Collymore

9 June 2002.


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The Purpose of Living

14:02 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 540


By Stanley Collymore



Life can hardly be regarded as worth

Living, if during its tenure there

Wasn’t a single matter of

Conscience for which

Its recipient was

Quite willing

To die for.



© Stanley V. Collymore

16 December 2001.


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A Real Winner

14:01 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 541


By Stanley Collymore



To fail having done your best isn’t

something to be ashamed of at

all – however, to win just by

relying on your natural

ability alone is not

the hallmark of

any genuine

success.



© Stanley V. Collymore

1January 2002.


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Putting the record straight

14:01 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 542


By Stanley Collymore



I’ve never holed in one –

but I’ve regularly

scored with a

number of

birdies!



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 January 2002.


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Patience

14:00 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 543


By Stanley Collymore



Going slowly at times is often

The best way of moving

Forward quickly.



© Stanley V. Collymore

28 August 2001.


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No Holes Barred!

13:59 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 544


By Stanley Collymore



Please make love to me in that wild and

relentless manner I want you to –

like a man fully confident

with his art, and who

knows just what

a woman like

me needs!



© Stanley V. Collymore

28 December 2001.


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Immorally Correct

13:58 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 545


By Stanley Collymore



Scruples – what on earth do

You take me for? I’m

Not that good!



© Stanley V. Collymore

27 December 2001.


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Ignore him

13:57 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 547


By Stanley Collymore



I’m sure he wouldn’t be so

Cock happy if he was

Hen-pecked now

And again!



© Stanley V. Collymore

28 August 2001.


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I’m A Good Girl!

13:56 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 548


By Stanley Collymore



I don’t sleep with strangers, I’ll

Have you know! Have sex

With them, yes – but

Not sleep with

Them!



© Stanley V. Collymore

28 August 2001.


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I love you too

13:55 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 549


By Stanley Collymore



I’m glad we had that conversation,

for it was great hearing you say

that you love me; because

I really love you too!



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 July 2002.


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Hot Striker!

13:55 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 550


By Stanley Collymore



He’s pure magic on the soccer

Pitch, scores every time –

He’s also pretty nifty

Between the goal

Posts of my

Legs!



© Stanley V. Collymore

6 January 2002.


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Greed

13:54 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 551


By Stanley Collymore



Greed is a fact of life; however

With some people it’s the

only important thing

In their life.



© Stanley V. Collymore

5 October 2002.


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Dominatrix

13:53 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 552


By Stanley Collymore



I’m a lively chick looking for

Someone loaded to feather

My nest – and you’ve

Just been hand

Pecked!



© Stanley V. Collymore

31 December 2001.


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Deference

13:53 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 553


By Stanley Collymore



Deference is the artful means of selfishly

laying the groundwork for getting

precisely what one sets out to

by being nice or kind to

the right persons.



© Stanley V. Collymore

5 October 2002.


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Blame it on Sex

13:52 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 554


By Stanley Collymore



Sex is undeniably the root cause of all

of mankind’s problems, for without

it none of us would be here to

instigate these problems

in the first place.



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 July 2002.


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A Sterile Act

13:51 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 555


By Stanley Collymore



Having sex with one’s self may

be safe and even fun for a

while – but in the end

it’s a sterile act.



© Stanley V. Collymore

28 August 2001.


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A Real Winner

13:50 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 556


By Stanley Collymore



To fail having done your best isn’t

something to be ashamed of at

all – however, to win just by

relying on your natural

ability alone is not

the hallmark of

any genuine

success.



© Stanley V. Collymore

1January 2002.


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A Futile Act

13:49 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 557


By Stanley Collymore



What’s the point of my being

a good girl, when the best

men all chase after

the bad ones?



© Stanley V. Collymore

3 January 2002.


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A Fuck’s Fine!

13:48 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 558


By Stanley Collymore



Loosen up! I only want to have

Sex with you; not to live

With or marry you.



© Stanley V. Collymore

9 June 2002.


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A Dose of Reality

13:48 Mar 15 2013
Times Read: 560


By Stanley Collymore



Having expectations are all right –

Basing them on unrealistic

Hopes or delusions of

Grandeur, however,

Is a completely

Different

Matter!



© Stanley V. Collymore

15 August 2001.


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LORNA

14:55 Mar 12 2013
Times Read: 569


By Stanley Collymore



Logically, would you please explain to me God why

she had to die, and at such a tender age too? Just

turned 23 years old when you, the Master of

the Universe, quite inexplicably, it seems

to me, saw fit to make that dreadful

decision that so devastatingly

ended in her summarily

being taken from

us for good?



An act of yours that permanently negated in

the process, as I’m sure you knew then when

you heartlessly slammed shut that once open

door on her, the very promising future that she

had ahead of her; all those amazing and positive

things she often and animatedly spoke about

and planned on doing and, together with

everything else that she had in mind,

were ample and logical reasons

to have her carry on living!



Principally among them, and meticulously

in the making, a brand new and exciting

career as a teacher; something that

she’d always set her heart on

doing and now as an Honours

Graduate, and unsurprisingly so with

excellent references to her name too, had

this great privilege afforded her and the

genuinely challenging opportunity

which it provided her to pursue.



Then there was the enduring love of her young

life: the man who she’d completely entrusted

herself to emotionally and romantically,

and who himself reciprocating the

unconditional and sincere trust which

she’d devotedly placed in him did precisely

for her what she’d so magnanimously

and most lovingly done for him.



Furthermore, immutably and immensely

proud of her as any sentient suitor in

similar circumstances undoubtedly

would be of such a noticeably

outstanding and highly

desirable woman; and additionally with his

head proudly held high and him standing

tall, the courtesy and honour of being

that favoured man: a distinctly

discriminating decision on her part that

most welcomingly he recalled found

instant approval in his heart, I was

fantastically grateful that that

fortunate man was me!



The launch of a mutual and most favourable

romance whose origins auspiciously began when,

much later and quite amusingly she did admit

what already to both of us and our closest

friends at UNI had long been an open

secret, that in the lecture hall during the

very first seminar of our English Language

degree she’d purposely chosen and what’s

more had also bravely followed this up

by intentionally occupying, as if

by chance, the vacant seat

that was next to me.



Love at first sight on both our part we

jointly agreed that promptly, inspiringly,

quite sensibly and most satisfyingly,

to our mutual delight romantically,

unwaveringly became a truly

committed affair of the heart which we both

welcomed fulsomely, very much appreciated, and

wholeheartedly vowed would be one of the principally

sustaining ingredients in our ongoing and resolutely

lasting relationship that we instinctively knew

and welcomingly accepted would for us

inevitably culminate in matrimony.



Then most cruelly and just nine months after our

joyous graduation with outstanding postgraduate degrees

and both of us in our first year of secondary teaching

respectively, you had her most unexpectedly and

tragically die. But why? As at the time and in

the years since then I’ve never been able to

comprehend much less come to terms with how an

incredibly beautiful, vigorously full of life and diligently

fit young lady could so ironically and senselessly die;

and to do so in the most bizarre of tragedies.



And would you credit it? Dying, most incredibly, of

an epileptic fit spontaneously triggered it would

seem, and this is the bit that makes no sense

at all to me considering the picture of health she was

constantly in, by a rapid and lethal attack of epilepsy: the

unlikeliest of illnesses imaginable in her case to bring

about such a fatality; and that neither she nor anyone close

to her, and that included me, ever knew she was suffering

from, and as we would also later discover even her

medical records had failed to pick up on. A situation

all the more disconcerting to her family and

many friends on learning that she’d died

while conducting a PE class, of all

things, in her school gym.



We didn’t teach at the same school and for that reason

I wasn’t physically there when this personal catastrophe

so brutally unfolded, and when told the appalling news

by her mum of what had happened: that my fiancée

was no longer with us but was in fact now dead,

at first simply refused to trust my own ears

or believe a word of what she said.



Then as reality forcefully sank in and I struggled

desperately to stay calm within and tranquilly

deal with the matter in hand; I must confess

that I failed miserably in this seemingly

impossible undertaking and with

inconsolable grief unashamedly succumbed to

a massive flood of tears. And additionally with

a tornado of raw and deep emotional anguish

now swirling irrepressibly throughout my

head, earnestly wished with my entire

heart that like her, I too was dead.



The years of course have gradually

eased the pain and through them all my

intended mother-in-law: a most extraordinary

woman in every regard, has in the course of our joint

ordeal been a source of enduring solace, undeviating

encouragement and a solid rock of emotional support for

me. All the same, the horrendous loss of her most precious,

wonderful, incredibly beautiful, exceptionally talented

and irreplaceable daughter, Lorna lives on eternally

in my heart; as will the uncorrupted love we that

unwaveringly and reciprocally both shared

with each other right from the start!



© Stanley V. Collymore

4 March 2013.


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Admired and Desired!

10:24 Mar 09 2013
Times Read: 583


By Stanley Collymore



I want you, even desperately need you, but

find myself unable to adequately express

in words how much I actually do, let alone

manifest the overwhelming degree of the

intensity of my personal feelings for

you; because the fluidity of our common

language, the polished art of seduction and

the steely resolve of its imposition constantly

desert me whenever you come into view –

so instead I’ll give you this simple poem,

in the earnest hope that the sentiments

expressed therein will suffice to

compellingly convince you of

just how much I really love

and desire you my Dear!



© Stanley V. Collymore

2 July 2011.


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Singular Intimacy

10:22 Mar 09 2013
Times Read: 584


By Stanley Collymore



You and I are total strangers to

each other yet I feel as though I’ve

known you all my life – such is

the sense of wellbeing and

ease I experience from

being with you.



© Stanley V. Collymore

31 December 2001.


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The Skilled Art of Compatibility

13:28 Mar 08 2013
Times Read: 589


By Stanley Collymore



There are many things in this earthly life that one

can and should aspire to but the greatest, most

enduring and personally rewarding of these

are honesty, especially with one’s self, integrity,

and in our contemporary world of avarice and

naked self-interest, principles too. And you

my adorable partner, lover and closest friend

have commendably demonstrated time

and time again that you my precious

love are unquestionably unique.



For in the most efficacious manner that one can

truly attest to and at the same time promptly

recommend, you’ve categorically shown

that you not only comprehend the real

meaning of compatibility but have also

embraced and quite efficiently as well, if

I may proudly say so, mastered that

most challenging of techniques.



© Stanley V. Collymore

8 March 2013.


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Nerds online and full of it!

13:26 Mar 08 2013
Times Read: 590


By Stanley Collymore



There’s no such thing, unless you either wish or will it to

be so, as good or bad publicity; just publicity that’s all! For

the exceptionally clever and the prescient-mindedly astute

have always known its true value, and what’s more precisely

how to skilfully and deliberately use it with all its many

vagaries, especially when manifestly there’s a touch

of notoriety covertly attached to it that could be,

and very often is, beneficially or otherwise

massively advantageous to themselves.



It’s called playing Devil’s Advocate with one’s self or

labelled provocateur when used against others. Film

producers regularly use the technique and journalists do

too, particularly those of the investigative kind in order to

achieve the notoriety, and here’s that buzz word again,

along with the publicity that they’re steadfastly

after for themselves or their stories.



Ban a film, a book or a TV documentary, you know the sorts

of things I mean, and immediately that item whatever its

merit, literary content or even if there’s actually none

becomes headline news and the proscribed item, its

creator or both of them are illogically perceived

and then earmarked as must see inestimable hits.

Mission accomplished then, as the herd

instinct egged on by its own foolish perversity

and conformity in such matters predictably

and generously ensures the ingenious

architects sought after success.



A phenomenon not limited just to the cinematic,

print or electronic media industries or for that

matter the publishing one, since it’s a

tactic that’s also extensively used

online by police and social

welfare child protection officers and their

agencies misrepresenting themselves as

predatory paedophiles there, in order

most commendably to flush out

and catch the genuine scum.



Those disgustingly pretending to be undaunted

teenagers searching for novel or risqué fun,

or else curious and totally trusting but

essentially innocent pubescent

kids rather keen to embark upon networking with

knowledgeable strangers and excitingly explore

their awakening sexuality online with the

optimistic vision and even the yearned

for anticipation of

starting and progressively

developing an adventurous but

also a personal relationship

with that special one.



But for all their plausible talk whose true

intent, as it has been all along, is to

solicit, conditional on the predator’s

own perverted sexuality, underage,

diffidently naïve or emotionally

vulnerable girls or boys. Premeditated

targets of these disingenuous ploys

wielded against these selected victims, and

whose impending abusers with studied aplomb

immediately begin a thorough and lustful

programme of meticulously and single-

mindedly having them groomed.



Even laudably established and actively encouraged

social interactive dating sites, that said there

aren’t that many of them, that honestly and

straightforwardly try to elicit the best out of

those who freely join them aren’t exempt

from this sort of dishonest activity as

the plethora of unprincipled sexual predators,

of both genders, who use them as an online vehicle

either to influence or importune the naïve, gormlessly

credulous, extremely vacuous or the despairingly

desperate observably and conclusively attest.



Purposeful inducements that come with assurances of

loyalty generously given by those in these hidden acts

of chicanery, that theirs is entirely a principled and

altruistic activity whose sole aim relative to their

carefully chosen victims, for that’s effectively

what they are, is to liberally and lovingly

bestow in their chequered or misspent

lives a much needed emotional

or romantic makeover.



Reality though when it comes down to it is very

often rather different. For what these serial

sexual predators guilefully, dishonestly

and quite literally have all along

intentionally had in mind

and furthermore are

uncompromisingly, persistently, rapaciously

and single-mindedly after is nothing more

significant than a lascivious leg-over!



Expediently too the FBI and CIA in common with

other likeminded foreign security services that

do the same: the usual suspects who’re

either fawning satrapies

or allies of the USA, are also

known to make use of the same entrapment

strategy; but with them they steadfastly claim

it’s all to do with Defence and National Security.



Their well-rehearsed mantra, incessant refrain and

for the rest of us, we’re told, an undeniable and

unchallengeable situation which we must all sensibly

acknowledge and unquestioningly accept, since its

their nationalistic duty as well as their job to

protect the law-abiding citizens of their

respective nation. So going online is the very best

substitute option still, to catch those terrorists

allegedly that their predatory assassination

drones somehow didn’t manage to kill.



So when the blissfully illiterate, seriously

intellectually challenged, heavily cocaine or ganja

intoxicated inebriates whatever their purported

class or background is, the emotionally insecure,

attention span starved, the inanely vacuous, those

who hubristically shout out their stupidity in the most

deafeningly cacophonous staccato fashion, or the

self-flagellatory supplicants utterly convinced of

their own inferiority and are determined therefore

at any cost to breed out their racial origins so

as to ensure that their birth children don’t

physically resemble them but instead

look more like white Caucasians.



So when such odious persons who I classify as the

the accumulative vulgar wittingly at every likely

opportunity that’s presented them and with

the utmost vigour they can amass take to

proudly waving the flag of their

mediocrity, go online to do so; additionally,

and this is the interesting part you see,

unthinkingly at worse, subjectively at best but

either way with no concept of objectivity

believe everything that’s offered to

them there, one can only despair.



No new revelation certainly to those with

functioning brains within in their head

and stoically resigned to the fact that

large sections of the human race

are devoid of any redeeming grace

and so are irremediably lost.

Therefore, and this has to be said,

for the cultured, progressive and future

positive development of humanity to carry

on and not be irreparably imperilled by

these inveterate morons, it would in,

all probability, be the very best thing

for all concerned if this detritus

of humanity were sensibly

and humanely put down!



© Stanley V. Collymore

8 March 2013.





If you suddenly find yourself with or even suspected it all along but there’s no doubt whatever from your medical examiners that you have an incurably infected gangrenous leg which will cost you your life if threat leg isn’t amputated, you don’t say I’m keeping my leg because I’ve had it from birth. For commonsense and pragmatism, if you’re not totally gaga, kick in; you accept reality and however regrettably so at the lost of that leg consent to the required amputation. Human evolution too is about improvement not daft retrogression!



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God’s Truth!

15:33 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 594


By Stanley Collymore



Of course there’s a God!

Why the Devil did

You ask?



© Stanley V. Collymore

16 August 2001.


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AUTUMN LOVE

15:32 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 595


By Stanley Collymore



Barbados, Embassy, Alsbach and Cottbus –

names set permanently on the road map

of two lives drawn irresistibly to each

other; the amorous encounter that

resulted kindling in our hearts

a scorching flame of love

whose intensity and

light will never

be put out.



© Stanley V. Collymore

30 December 2001.


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Work Intrigues Me

15:31 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 596


By Stanley Collymore



I just love to see people working –

But, to be honest with you, it’s

Not something I’ve thought

Of seriously or would

Ever want to do

Myself!



© Stanley V. Collymore

2 August 2001.


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Uncritical Love

15:30 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 597


By Stanley Collymore



It was great hearing your voice today:

that calm and uncensorious voice

of reason fashioned by years of

experience, commonsense

and moulded by the deep

and uncritical love of a

mother for her son and

firstborn – and that

Mum, was good

to know!



© Stanley V. Collymore

7 March 2002.


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I’m Not For Turning

15:29 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 598


By Stanley Collymore



I’ll not compromise my principles in order

to gain popularity, and hope you’ll find

it in you not to ask me to. For without

principles to serve as the bulwark

against my follies the whole

purpose of life then

becomes totally

meaningless

for me.



© Stanley V. Collymore

30 October 2001.


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Comfort Me Please

15:29 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 599


By Stanley Collymore



Please comfort me

for I’m in great need of

someone to share my pain

and anguish with, and

would not have troubled

you if I was able to manage

on my own – but I can’t

and feel so terribly

all ALONE!



© By Stanley V. Collymore

11 July 2001.


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Think it Over

15:28 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 600


By Stanley Collymore



Allowing your heart alone

to dictate the extent

and depth of your emotions

may well be exciting

in the short term,

but could prove

very costly in

the long run!



© Stanley V. Collymore

31 January 2001.


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MOUNT GAY RUM

15:27 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 601


By Stanley Collymore



The genius was absolutely Barbadian via whose

entrepreneurial skills a commonplace garden

reed or conversationally the grass, later to

be globally known as sugar cane, was

first anywhere in the world to be

chosen, and its prized contents

skilfully turned into a liquid

gem that’s unique and

quite deservedly

World Class!



© Stanley V. Collymore

14 July 2001.





It was in Barbados that rum was invented with Mount Gay Rum the oldest and most eminent rum globally. On this island too, sugarcane was first cultivated and the sugar extracted from it, in the first agrarian enterprise of this sort anywhere in the world, first commercially exploited.



England’s oldest, wealthiest, unbrokenly associated and only autonomous colony globally until its full independence asked for and granted in November 1966 - the Barbados Parliament dates back continuously to 1627; older than the creation of the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, many countries in the EU and Europe generally, including my beloved Germany, and is the second oldest in the former British Empire, now the Commonwealth, after the Westminster one.



Significantly too, it was the wealth of Barbados from sugar and rum predominantly and the monopoly that Barbados and England jointly had on these commodities - there was no United Kingdom at the time - which funded and gave birth to the English Industrial Revolution.


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It didn’t have to be so

15:26 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 602


By Stanley Collymore



You’ve caused me considerable pain,

embarrassment and humiliation:

emotions I’d rather not have

had to endure in my short

unsettled relationship

with you. It need

not have been;

however you

willed it so!



© Stanley V. Collymore

12 December 2001.


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GO FOR IT!

15:25 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 604


By Stanley Collymore



Never underestimate your capabilities

or how far they can take you; and

always treat your setbacks as

rungs of the ladder to success

in your upward climb to

achieving your own

personal goals

in life.



© Stanley V. Collymore

24 January 1998.


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Connect With Me!

15:24 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 605


By Stanley Collymore



Please hold me close, so I can feel the

comforting warmth of your body

next to mine and reciprocate

with the intensity and

great depth of

my abiding

love for

you.



© Stanley V. Collymore

20 December 2001.


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A CLASS ACT

15:22 Mar 07 2013
Times Read: 607


By Stanley Collymore



You’re indisputably the blueprint from

which, in reality, all women should

have been made but thankfully

they’re not – for in his

infinite wisdom God preferred

to and succeeded in creating,

and I sincerely welcome,

that, someone unique who

in feminine terms alone

is an exceptionally

grand woman!



© Stanley V. Collymore

7 August 2001.


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For Me, Hugo Chavez Lives Eternally

12:56 Mar 06 2013
Times Read: 611


By Stanley Collymore



Life cannot truly be said to have been worth living if during its

existence there wasn’t a solitary thing for which its recipient

wasn’t prepared to die. You Senor Comandante Hugo Chavez

embodied that concept and the true patriotic people of the

Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela and their many

likeminded friends and admirers across the

world know that and salute you for it.



Death comes finally to all of us but how we live our

individual life and the good we did while we were

here is what really matters; and in the hearts

of those that knew us, remain, and come

after we too are gone live on eternally.



In the context of that and what you accomplished for the

people of Venezuela specifically as well as those globally

who’re inspired by that but are still fighting for justice,

their dignity and equality; that committed struggle

Comandante, even though you’re no longer here

with us, goes on unremittingly, consummately

inspired by your unquestionable humanity,

honesty, sincerity in what like us you

believed in but most appreciably

and crucially in what you did!



So RIP Comandante Hugo Chavez; and while your

death pains me emotionally and it’s a bitter pill to

swallow as my tears additionally and unchecked

flow copiously, you’ll forever live on in my

memory and particularly in the knowledge

that like you so convincingly said:

“Venezuela is independent, its

people free, and will never

[again] be a US colony!”



© Stanley V. Collymore

5 March 2013.





With heartfelt tears and commiseration to the patriotic people of Venezuela at your passing but none the less with unbounded pride in what you stood for and died. For as with Yasser Arafat’s demise we recognize immediately the murderous handiwork of the imperialist enemies. Profound condolences to my spiritual and political Venezuelan brothers and sisters and gracias for the friendship you’ve shown under the inspired leadership of Hugo Chavez not only to the people of the Americas but those of the Caribbean as well.



And to the American Empire and its fawning allies I say this: No matter how powerful you think you are everything just lasts for a time and eventually collapses in decline: the Roman Empire did, as did the British one for example; and hatred can never kill off the inspired dream of justice and equality that all fair-minded people strive for and will eventually win. And personally I’d hate to be in the shoes of your future citizens left to inherit the stench and who knows what calamities of your barbaric legacy? Viva the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela and also the rest of the SANE WORLD!!



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We cull harmless animals, why not detrital Blacks as well?

13:54 Mar 04 2013
Times Read: 618


By Stanley Collymore



Barbados creditably stands apart as one of just 5 countries globally, the

only other one in the Caribbean or the Americas being Cuba, that are

officially recognized by UNESCO as longstandingly having among

their population a 100% rate of universal literacy. In England

that figure is 79%, in the USA it’s 75, while in Australia

that country’s education rating score is off the radar,

very much in the doldrums and yet to come alive.



Additionally and quite proudly so for Bajans, is the absolutely

enterprising fact that Codrington College: now an integral

part of the University of the West Indies but for most

of the earlier part of its existence was principally a

religious institution tasked with the scholarly

tuition of Anglican priests, was first a

college of Durham University and

later that of London respectively.



But it was categorically and determinedly in Barbados that this

pioneering institution was auspiciously set up as well as firmly

and permanently sited. But equally important for Barbadians

and others closely connected to this Caribbean island with

a long and illustrious history of dispensing top-drawer

education at every division conceivably - education

accordingly has never been or would it possibly

ever be seen by Bajans as an irksome chore

simply to be dispelled and nothing more;

or worse still something untoward and

altogether undesirable in itself.



Consequently, throughout their interesting history Bajans

have unequivocally, joyously and welcomingly embraced

education, and in tune with these quite laudable sentiments

their cherished island has long and reliably been an exporter

of graduates over the years. Now you tell me without any

fear of contradiction how many other countries, a great

deal bigger and much better off financially, could

plausibly in their own case truthfully say that?



So sensibly and sagaciously Barbadians see education as a vital

resource that can positively inspire as well as completely fulfil their

expectant dreams; and therefore Codrington College in addition to the

plethora of grammar schools that abound on this remarkable island and

date back continuously to the earlier half of the 17th Century, are deeply

revered since they constitute respectively the oldest tertiary and secondary

educational establishments in all the Americas and of course the Caribbean.



The University of the West Indies has three main campuses, and of

these one is located at Cave Hill in Barbados on the outskirts of

the island’s historic capital Bridgetown, while the other two

are sited in Jamaica and Trinidad respectively. However,

previous to UWI achieving its independence and becoming

a fully-fledged university in its own right and doing so in the

wake of the British Caribbean territories having correspondingly

been accorded their own independence, it was a wholly integrated

but, at the same time, an autonomous college of London University.



How very ironic then and so pathetic in the extreme too that in spite of

these enormous, significantly beneficial, celebrated, and very much

ongoing educational and other scholastic developments with their

numerous successes throughout the Caribbean, the excellent people

of these stunning territories should so insultingly find themselves

pointlessly saddled with a prized moronic, black Trinidadian

jackass and self-forbiddend poet No.1 ensconced in their midst.



A reprobate house nigger of the worst possible kind whose mind is so

psychologically damaged that he simply can’t see far less grasp what’s

staring him starkly in the face and consequently on his part has no

dignity in himself let alone, and most deplorably so for all decent Blacks,

no pride whatever in his race. So ganja or any other available drug that he

can lay his hands on becomes his raison d’être for living, and along with

that the worst subterraneous and other detrital crap that he liberally

wallows in is then preposterously passed off as Black or more

debasingly so as Caribbean Culture, when quite clearly

none of these loathsome things are remotely that!



For what this unquestionably stomach-churning junk most categorically

represents and also quite tangibly is, is a potpourri of the contents of a

patently perverted and destructive existence systematically wrought

by a totally demented brain not in the least deserving of that name.

Characteristics of which are a discordantly guttural and affected

speech pattern familiarly juxtaposed with an exaggeratedly

distorted manner of walking, all of which are laboriously

designed to entice the equally inane that this man without

a brain within his head that’s worthy of the name but

lodged instead between his legs instead is the man,

and undeniably therefore God’s gift to all women.



Well if this is purportedly Black Culture then firmly rule me out

immediately, as incontestably it doesn’t represent me, my unshakably

proud, black British heritage or categorically my own Caribbean,

and in particular Bajan pedigree. So for a first-rate Trinidadian yob

who’s probably never been anywhere near a university much less

studied at one to idiotically believe that professors only come

in monochrome, in other words with pink skins alone – can

you credit it? - doesn’t surprise me in the least you see!



So how about it BOY! Why not have a word with Professor

Dr. Hilary Beckles: Vice-Chancellor of the University of the West Indies,

who as you’ll quickly find will dismissively disabuse you of your rank

stupidity on this one, even though I’m absolutely sure you won’t be in any

hurry afterwards to let on that this is what he’s actually done. Oh, and by the

way, who like me is Black, Bajan and additionally a longstanding friend.

If that is, self-forbiddend poet No.1, you can find the time to temporarily

come off the crack cocaine you’re on and hopefully be in a fit

enough state to lucidly make a call from Trinidad to

Bridgetown, in neighbouring Beautiful

Barbados, on the telephone.



Anyway all this is rather academic really since I constantly ask myself,

without any logical explanation in response, why on earth do anti-Black

racists or white supremacists for that matter think that they actually

need to have reactionary groups of their own like the BNP, National

Front, UKIP, the English Defence League or the Ku Klux Klan

when idiotic, servile and compliantly brainwashed Blacks

like the Trinidadian, ganja-intoxicated and self-forbiddend

poet No.1 more than adequately, and also for free,

willingly do their dirty work for them?



A barbarous and ongoing state of affairs, which for centuries

now, ever since the brutal commencement of the heinous

Transatlantic Slave Trade (in black lives) and following its

demise would continue throughout the long and dark

periods of colonialism, segregation, Jim Crow

lynchings and apartheid, and with the latter

largely gone lives on still in present

day Xenophobia and Racism.



Thanks significantly to the vile and grovelling treachery

of house nigger Blacks who over the centuries have grown

quite accomplished at dissing their own race; a self-imposed

and committed mission it has become, and guess what for? What

else but to fawningly court and secure white Caucasian approbation!

Blame him if you want of course but fatuous poet No.1 isn’t the

only source of this and that’s an evident fact. But having said

that what really intrigues me even more is that while we

cheerfully cull inoffensive animals, misguidedly

for sure we bizarrely spare detrital Blacks.



© Stanley V. Collymore

4 March 2013


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The Chink in the Aussie Armour

12:37 Mar 01 2013
Times Read: 632


By Stanley Collymore



People who wave their mediocrity like a flag are becoming

increasingly prevalent these days; but that’s hardly

surprising with the dumbing down they’re

relentless subjected to of everything,

including what passes for

education, nowadays.



So when two nerds living in Australia: imports to that

country, settled by the detritus of humanity shipped

there and as far away from Europe as one could

possibly get; past masters of every conceivable

act of criminality, including genocide

of the indigenous Aborigine.



And who long before the last shots were fired in World War II

were openly advertising in Nazi Germany and elsewhere in

fascist Europe for immigrants of so-called Aryan stock to

go and settle in that racist cesspit Down Under; the

classic irony symptomatic of the profound idiocy

that these two contemporary bozos: one a non-

white Sheila the other a Caucasian twit,

predictably emit doesn’t surprise me

one bit; nor is it really any wonder!



For what I see in both of them are apt caricatures of the remarkably

perceptive and foreboding film “Idiocracy!” And besides who sensibly

thinks of Australia as a land of high culture or academic excellence?

Even the majority of its boorish, beer-swilling men and servile

Sheilas as it happens don’t! For it’s commonly perceived as

well as generously acknowledged globally to be a country

that’s full of sheep, both literally and metaphorically.



And having two doltish dimwits try to lecture me on the English Language,

someone who in all its several constructs has been a practitioner of it for

many years is very much akin to taking coal to Newcastle; for I really

don’t need any lessons either in the comprehension or exposition

of the English Language, and certainly not from persons that

are academically challenged and also mentally impaired.



Who moreover heavily burdened, poor things, with an unbelievably limited

attention span think that the “Sun” illuminatively as well as linguistically

is a brilliant newspaper or that Fox News is an eminently informative

media outlet, and what they both offer robotically is the very best,

literarily speaking, that one can actually get or else must wholly

rely upon, because like the rest of his “idiocracy empire” are

owned and ruthlessly controlled by a carpet bagging Australian!



But though expediently he chooses to be British, American and Australian

or even Chinese when it suits his interests financially, Rupert Murdoch,

you see, can and does get away with it because he’s filthy rich! And

suitably having a Chinese wife while sleight of hand and for hard

nosed commercial reasons seemingly but cleverly sidelining

his Caucasian Australian one was quite adept and has

certainly and most effectively done the trick!



Notwithstanding his success however the chink in both your armour is

that when a handy marriage to a Caucasian man is done primarily to

diligently but insecurely breed out your own genetic origin, the

current Mrs Murdoch is not a template to emulate or even try

to duplicate. For she not only has the Murdoch name but

also billions of dollars in collateral which go with it!



You on the other hand were you to travel around Australia on your own

and without your white man’s arm to triumphantly lean upon would

instantly and universally be seen in this overwhelmingly racist

and white supremacist society that Australia has spawned

as simply another yellow peril look-alike Chink loathed

and unwanted in Caucasian designated Aussie-land.



© Stanley V. Collymore

1 March 2013.


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