I Am Searching For Something I Will Never Find

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I am searching for something I will never find;
a love so pure and ethereal of some kind.
Lost in a dream world of fantasy and books;
tired of love based on money and looks.

Earthy passion has no place for me.
Too scared I’ll get up with an STD.
Only lust and sex are intertwined
and to believe any different is asinine.

The times we live in are scary as hell.
And then you find yourself alone as well.
The man you think of as only yours
is out driving around in search of whores.

But you say you love him and you need a man.
You need wisdom because he has a plan.
He will use you and he may speak of love
while knowing full well what he’s guilty of.

When he is in your bed, he is thinking of her.
You see, he is a pro and you’re just an amateur.
And you turn to him and you look into his eyes,
not even seeing the telltale signs of lies.

Oh yes, the times we live in are scary indeed.
He is your addiction, on which you feed.
And he is one more reason to lose all trust.
You see, men will be men and they’re all ruled by lust.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Ladies, be careful out there. Because this is real, as real as it gets. Men are ruled by lust, lust for power, money and sex. Anything else is secondary and that means, you. Just take a look around. What do you see? Who are called, ‘the powerbrokers’? How many times have you heard of ‘The Boy’s Club’? Oh, it’s exclusive, alright and it ‘excludes’ you. You are to only be seen at the proper time and under the proper circumstances. Men tell you what to look like as in how many cosmetic surgery procedures you must undergo to achieve ‘the look’ as established by men. Men tell you what to wear, how to style your hair, even down to the stiletto heels you must wear because men have decided that you must suffer deformities in order to look sexy and you do it. You do everything men tell you to do and quite frankly, I wonder is it really for love or for something else? Search within yourself, you’ll find the answers. And many of you, already know them. Be honest with yourself and about what men want and what they are.

When I Was A Stripper!

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I am a wanton sort of hussy.
And I’m not particularly fussy.
There ain’t a man I wouldn’t date.
I’ve slept with a man from every state.

The Christians say I’m bad!
They say my life is kind of sad.
But what the hell do they know?
All their prayers are just for show.

I’m not the one who’s the hypocrite.
I don’t fake it, not one bit.
I love sex and that’s a fact
And when I cum, it’s not an act.

Do not judge me for the life I lead.
I much prefer porn over a bible to read.
Your shocked face is ludicrous.
You say I am shameless and unscrupulous.

I am that and so much more
But I could never be a bore.
It ain’t in me to be prim and proper.
I aim to shock and I’m a showstopper.

I’m no granny with a toothless smile.
Watch me dance; I’ll make it worth your while.
I make the most of my seductive beauty.
While I still can, I’m gonna shake my booty.

All the men love to see me nude.
In the club, they can be so crude.
But I’m making money and I can’t complain.
Some nights I bathe in pink champagne.

I am naked and uninhibited.
And my dancing is quite undisciplined.
There ain’t a dance that I won’t do.
If the money’s right then I’m with you!

If a lap dance is what you want,
show me your wallet and I’ll show you my cunt.
Go ahead and brand me as a Jezebel.
But I’ll still be dancing when I’m in hell!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

I know! I know! This is a far cry from my usual. But for some strange reason, my sensual, provocative and coquettish side came out in this one. Is this about me or what? LOL! I’ll leave it for you to be the ‘judge’! *wink*

I Used Ashley Madison!

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I got caught as a cheater,
 but I’m not a wife beater.
I used Ashley Madison.
And I had sex with Allison.

What’s so wrong with that?
The wife is always tired.
My kids get on my nerves.
So, a woman, yes, I hired.

Am I getting a divorce?
I don’t think I will.
The wife doesn’t work.
When has she paid a bill?

Marriage ain’t about sex.
It’s a mere formality.
We just need it legal
 to have a family.

I don’t make the rules.
I just play the game.
I paid to keep it secret.
And now, I face the shame.

Sift through the dirt
 and you will find me.
I’m a randy, horny bastard,
and that’s what I’ll always be!

I sit here surfing the net
looking for a new site.
The Lord knows what I need.
I need a woman for tonight!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Now you can search the Ashley Madison cheaters list

The stolen database of 32 million people who used cheating website Ashley Madison has made its way to the Web. And it’s easily searchable on several websites.

Just plug in a name or email address, and you’ll find out if someone who signed up for the service.

LMAO! This is SO damn funny, I just had to have a go at it. I wrote this from the man’s perspective, but ladies, we all know that you’re on the list too. Bad girl, baaaaad girl! Fellas, we know you baaaad! ROTFLMAO! Anybody actually headed for divorce court yet? Remember, it’s cheaper to keep ‘er! LMAO!!

A Whore Is A Whore!

a whore is a whore

I walk the streets of every town

as a junkie and as a whore.

A car pulls up beside me

and my habit calls for more.

 

I suck his dick and I get paid

and out the door I go.

Another ‘John’ pulls up.

It’s nasty, yes, I know.

 

This has been my job

for too many years to count.

I am sick and just about dead.

And yet, another dick, I mount.

 

Don’t waste your time by telling me

that I’m damned and going to hell.

I’ve been there and I’ve done that.

Just look at me, can’t you tell?

 

Save your prayers and save your breath

for the sinners in the church.

Preach to them about sin and such

from your lofty perch.

 

You bind yourself in marriage

to a ‘John’ that says, “You’re mine!”

And when he wants some sex,

legal whore, you toe the line!

 

Never think for one minute

that he’s faithful and he’s true.

He’s just a ‘John’ like all the rest

and he always needs to screw!

 

He pampers you and he buys you things

and you think that that means love.

How stupid can you be?

It’s not you, he’s thinking of!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 Don’t be hatin’ just ’cause I keep it real! *wink*

 

 

 

 

Abortion! Why Make It About Race?

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According to statistics, Black women have more abortions than whites and Hispanics and the reasons given are that many Black women are poor and are often uneducated about the use of contraceptives and therefore, make poor decisions.

http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2014/09/abortions-racial-gap/380251/

We all know how pregnancies happen. Insert dick inside vagina and voila, here comes baby or maybe not. There are two parties that are inserted into the mix to make a baby and to continuously blame women for finding themselves pregnant all by their lonesome is ludicrous and then to further blame Black women for aborting their babies at a higher rate than white women and Hispanics is just icing on the cake. Black women can do nothing right no matter how hard we try and you know what statisticians, I don’t give a fuck what you say about Black women and why we have abortions because it takes two to tango.

But I digress, first things first. Since we all know that sex is too pleasurable to be denied, unplanned pregnancies are going to occur. There are no sure fire birth control methods other than abstinence, which ain’t gonna happen, and sterilization, otherwise known as tubal ligation or vasectomies. And please, feel free to enlighten me if you’ve had a vasectomy and still managed to impregnate someone, the same with tubal ligation. Now, when I was in school, we were not taught sex education and my mother was like Beaver Cleaver’s mother, ‘the stork delivered us’ was her take on how babies came to be. I knew nothing of how babies came to be until I became of age to attend the prom. I was then handed a pamphlet that explained the process in clinical detail and was told by my mother that there was no way in hell that I would be attending the prom, only to return home, pregnant. I was told that intimacy between a male and a female was so excruciatingly painful, that death was to be wished for more.

My sisters and I were the most sexually repressed females ever to walk this planet, add into the mixture, the hellfire and brimstone that would be rained down on us by ‘god’ and we were afraid to wear skirts for fear of sperm finding its way into our secret garden. Geefuckingwhiz here! We all wore chastity belts, believe me!

How shocked I was when one of my friends came to me asking me where the clinic was so that she could get birth control pills. I mean, how would I know? Maybe they got delivered by the stork or were inside the drug store right next to the Anacin that my mother took, religiously. But somehow, my friend found out and asked me to drive her to the clinic. Unfortunately, her information was wrong and when I got back home, my mother was telling me that my friend had asked me to come and pick her up. The clinic that she wanted to go to was on the other side of town. She informed me the next day that she had gotten her birth control pills and that she was ready for ‘S-E-X’. Of course, I was wide-eyed with wonder and since I had been indoctrinated into the “you are a bad, bad girl if you have dirty thoughts” religion, I had to try and save her soul. So I commenced to letting her have it but she was having none of it. She had heard that sex was a beautiful thing and she had a boyfriend that was eager to get on with it.

My mother did not suspect that this friend of mine was not ignorant like I was to the ways of the world and so; she let me go off with her one day. She had lined up a guy for me. He was a friend of her boyfriend and a seemingly nice enough fella until when we were at the park, he pulled out what I soon found to be a joint and they proceeded to smoke it. I was appalled. I just knew that mother could see all of this and I knew ‘god’ was looking. I demanded to be taken home and I was. Unfortunately, the guy had fallen for me, they always do, and my friend invited me over her boyfriend’s house and there he was. This time, the straw that broke the camel’s back was that they insisted on playing a GASP, sex video. As soon as I saw the first naked body, I screeched and stormed out, demanding to be taken home! The guy sent me flowers the next day. And I remember this quite vividly because I was in my room and my baby sister ran into my room shouting that a florist van was parked in front of the house and mother was telling the delivery man that no one had ordered any flowers. He mentioned my name and the flowers were eventually transferred from his hands into my mother’s. When I came downstairs, my mother was all eyes and shrieking about fallen daughters, blah, blah, blah. The card that was addressed to me read, “Shelby, please accept these roses as my apology for hurting your feelings.” Oh, they were beautiful! Twelve long stemmed red roses and of course, my sisters were giggling and having quite the time witnessing the show.

So, what I am trying to say is that back in my day, many of us were so innocent about sex and had no clue. And even though my friend got herself on the pill, not everyone can or will and the only thing that probably saved me from having a ton of babies was the fact that I had been scared shitless at even the thought of S-E-X. Today, even though we are more aware of what goes on between the two sexes at an early age, it still makes no difference because young people are going to experiment and they are going to make mistakes. We all do. Youth is fleeting as we know and to continuously blame people for something that they really cannot control is ridiculous. I realize that having a baby is a big deal. It is another life that has to be taken care of and the care of that life is expensive and when teenagers are having babies, it is especially hard on the entire family because in many Black households, there is no one home to take care of the baby while the teen mother continues with her schooling. And it is so much easier on the male that had a hand in the conception of the child, but will never show the unmistakable signs of carrying a baby, will not be the one who has to nurture the child from infancy to adulthood, unlike the mother. There are many young men, regardless of color that will not step up to the plate and by them not doing so, it is then incumbent upon the female to make a decision as to what to do about an unplanned for pregnancy.

We must stop shaming and blaming particular ethnic groups for what they do or don’t do. We need to be there for our children and support them when they ‘mess up’ and get into situations, whatever they may be and stop making everything about race when it is all about human nature. We are all fallible and not one of us can lay claim to never having made a mistake in our entire life. This nonsense of what one race does to their detriment over another race is counterproductive and useless in the grand scheme of things. No, people are not as naïve as I once was as well as many others, well, maybe not that many, but be that as it may, abortions for whatever reason are I am sure, hard enough as it is to deal with without making it a Black or a white or a Hispanic issue and point the finger and say, “see, those people are always having abortions because of this, this and that. When will they ever learn?” The question is when will we ALL ever learn about humanity and stop the goddamn judging?

An Old Gnarled Tree?

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Leaning carelessly up against a wicket gate,
having lurched to it in a drunken state.
Straight from the Horse And Goose Liver Inn,
from the fog in my mind, a tale I’ll spin.

On a moonlit night, I did see
two lovers ensnared in rhapsody.
Twas a sight to behold,
those lovers so bold.

In a fierce embrace
of twine and lace,
they rose from the lake
like a glistening snake.

Sparkling droplets fell
as my bleary eyes beheld
ragged limbs unfold
and an owl did scold.

But no glances or blushes
or whispered hushes
did they exchange with me
this old gnarled tree.

Sprinkles of rain on eyelashes, landed
and now I know why my vision was slanted.
No more will I drink to befuddle my mind
a menace of a vice and much maligned.
If a drunk speaks sober, then what does she see,
two lovers mistaken for an old gnarled tree?


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Well, I am quite sure that this little lighthearted piece will be a welcome change. Newsflash! It won’t last long.

July Heat!

rocking chair

Sizzling and burning in the July heat
enticing him with a perky treat.

Lazily rockin’ on my front porch,
the sun beams down its rays to scorch.

Desert like and dry as dust
as languor gives way to sex and lust.

A taste of wine as tongues collide
and sweat drenched legs open wide.

A shaft of warmth enters paradise
for bliss is reached, not once but twice.

Screams shatter the silence of a summer’s day,
and two lovers are gone in a blinding ray.

Such was this illusion conjured up in my mind.
It was a fantasy, a dream of the wanton kind.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Your Man’s A Red-Tailed Hawk! LOL!

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If your man don’t make you holler,
there is something seriously wrong.
When you’re feeling hot and bothered,
strut before him in a thong.

Believe me, he will look.
And don’t think you’ll get away.
Before you can blink twice,
there goes your lingerie.

When he’s satisfied and resting,
don’t expect no pillow talk.
If the sex was over in seconds,
your man’s a red-tailed hawk.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

“Copulation between Red-tailed Hawks lasts 5 to 10 seconds.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red-tailed_Hawk

…and fellas! LOL! Surely, you can do better than the red-tailed hawk. Surely! LMAO!! Or then again, maybe not!

Ladies! Is YOUR man a red-tailed hawk? Let us know and we’ll offer some suggestions! We won’t laugh! Promise!!!!

Sexy Sex

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Sex, moonlight and wine,
On loads of cum, I dine.

Nipples erect, penis distended
Pupils dilated, climax intended.

Wet and hot, soft to hard,
Shields down, no bodyguard.

Screams of ecstasy
Scenes of intimacy,
lover’s masterpiece
spasmodic release.

Satiated, thirst quenched,
interlocked, tightly clenched.

Lovers asleep, dawn’s approach
lust renewed, no reproach.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Frivolity Is My Name!

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Frivolity is my name
And sex, I so desire.
I love a turgid penis.
I’ll play it like a lyre.

Meet me on the roof,
with a bottle of champagne.
We’ll make love all night long,
endless pleasure without pain.

I’m tired of hurt and strife.
I want fun and joy and laughter.
There’ll be no words of sadness,
and no talk of world disaster.

From now on, I’ll be carefree.
I’ve fought and I can’t win.
I leave it to the others,
to take up this poet’s pen.

“For what is life, but a short dance
and I am ready for romance.
I’ve tried and I am tired.
It seems wisdom has expired.
There was no battle to be lost.
when the flag’s already tossed.”

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

….and so it begins, the changing of the guard. I replace my pen filled with social issues for a pen filled with gaiety, sex and fun. Oooolalala!!