Neverending Love
Her gustatory love affair
country song of complicated,
twangy and dysfunctionated,
dawns as baby who’s tasty-snared;
carbohydrates, choc’late pudding,
nothing taboo in the putting.
Limitless, showed to her they cared.
Infants learn in simple language,
eating love while adding baggage.
Pudged as she is, and unprepared,
missed not by now distracted parents,
others' sweets like ass with carrots.
Grown to teens, naive, unaware
dynamics of the bait and switch
how fawning leads to suck my dick.
Weed, pills, booze, 8-ball concierge
guest in dissociative hotel
a clueless prisoner of hell.
A wagonned* man, robust and fair
cocoons her for a good six months
until his sentence with a punch.
She, trained well, resignation wears
with her marriage, childbirth, and bruises
knows not that it’s she who chooses.
Roadworn, vacuum-eyed, dealed despair**
to watershed of near-death sick
to ghosting exploitative dicks.
Troubled cushion of baby’s heir,
lost in sweet, salt, sour, savory
brazen gustatory slavery.
Tao-Talk
You have reached a quiet bamboo grove, where you will find an eclectic mix of nature, music, writing, and other creative arts. Tao-Talk is curated by a philosophical daoist who has thrown the net away.
Tao-Talk 
Like a blues song, Li, and heavy with the weariness, disillusionment of experience, where one sweet leads to another. Food here is a symbol and metaphor of something more than appetite, corruption of innocent desire by those who feast on others’. A tremendous write.
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Dora, your feedback is appreciated. Much love and thanks <3
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You’re welcome, Li. ❤
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Not only a semi-autobiographical poem, but also a complex form, Lisa! Well done! I agree with these lines:
‘Infants learn in simple language,
eating love while adding baggage’
and what a journey – I think there are quite a few of us who have been clueless prisoners of hell.
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Kim, thank you so much and totally agree.
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You’re most welcome, Lisa.
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“gustatory”
had to google that one
Interesting poem
much love
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Gillena, thanks for reading and your comment <3
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you had me at “Her gustatory love affair
country song of complicated,
twangy and dysfunctionated,”
Classic first stanza!! Awesome!!!
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Thanks much, Cara. I love that first stanza also.
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As Dora noted, food too often stands in for something else, and then spreads to other behaviors. So much you have overcome, bravo! (K)
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Kerfe, yes, and much more to go. Thank you for your insightful comment <3
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Lisa a sharp observation of how emotional needs get tangled with physical consumption early on setting foundations – the food becoming a cage rather than a comfort 🙌
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Ange, thanks very much.
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♥️
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Hi Lisa, this is a clever poem with an appealing rhythm. I will admit to being slightly shocked when I read it. Occasionally I am reminded that I come from a conservative, Catholic background where something’s are taboo 😊💛
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Robbie, I appreciate you reading and your comment. Unfortunately for all too many women, children, and otherwise vulnerable, boundaries are violated as commonplace. I will respectfully refrain from further response to the rest of your comment. Hope you are enjoying your day. The sun is trying to come out here, which is always a good thing.
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I know, I like in a country where there are 280 rapes a day.
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:(
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Jeez Li, overindulgence, naivete, negligence and exploitation topped only by cruelty and hopelessness. This was a painful read. A heartbreaking read.
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Sean, I feel a sense of both relief and satisfaction that I’ve reached a place where my history isn’t an energy-sapping secret anymore. The secrecy of the monstrous acts are what give them power. I am certain that many have been subjected to these things and worse and are locked into shame.
Shifting to current events, just look at what the sex trafficking ring of Trump-Epstein visited upon their victims for decades. I just watched a YouTube of one woman who got lured in by promise of an art scholarship. She was lied to, brainwashed, and exploited for two years. After processing the experience for 2 decades, she concluded it wasn’t the psychological or physical aspects of their exploitation that excited Epstein most; it was the shattering of their souls. She believed he was a worshipper of evil and wanted to create Babylon over the entire planet. I BELIEVE HER.
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I am glad you have reached a place where your history is no longer energy sapping. More power to you Lisa.
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<3
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p.s. Sean, I also want to thank you for something very important. You believe me. That’s what may be most important to victims.
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I loved “baby who’s tasty-snared” and the raw, honest vibe. Well done.
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Chris thanks for the feedback. Much appreciated.
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That is quite a complex form and lately you have been experimenting a lot with form and content, Li, which I find very inspirational. That first stanza is certainly a hook and I have always felt that raw honesty in poetry speaks to the readers. Food can be so complicated!
This is not an easy read but the reader along with the narrator feels a sense of accomplishment at the end.
Bravo, Li! Shame is definitely not our burden to bear. Sending you warm hugs, my friend. ❤️🫂
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Punam, thank you for the prompt and for your insightful feedback <3 <3 <3
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You are very welcome, Li. ❤️❤️
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Thank you for your vulnerability that inspires others to speak out. Li, to eloquently compose and share a story of such trauma is a feat of bravery. To have that met with even an ounce of disbelief is in my opinion, only further abuse. It is mind-boggling to me how some can simply dismiss the horror of the Epstein files.
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You are welcome, Mish. The more I learn about what I now call the Trumpstein files the more I realize how important it is for those who have been abused, misused, and exploited to speak out and keep speaking out.
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Oops,…the comment above is mine.
~Mish
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This is a serious poem that tells a wrenching story, and tells it well. Your courage and ability to create something meaningful out of something so painful is inspiring. It’s also inspiring to read your comments and realize that the evil that was thrust upon you doesn’t define you.
But another thing that shines through for me is your wonderful playfulness with words. I especially like dysfunctionated, tasty-snared and “nothing taboo in the putting”.
When I read a moving and disturbing poem like this, I feel challenged to dig deeper, learn how to write more fully from my own experiences, and keep trying to bring truths into the open.
Thank you for this.
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Kim, your comment is taken in the kindness with which it is offered and how you present it is a gift. Thank you, my friend <3
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You had me from the first stanza! This seems like a difficult form, but it flowed with your writing. The wordplay is extremely clever, and I love that you said whatever you felt without censor.
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Sara thanks so much for your kind and insightful comment. I need to tweak it a bit to make the first lines stand alone as a poem, but I’m glad to have stepped out of the shadows with it.
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