Keith Buster Torkelson's Old.4 Prose
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PoemMadCars20000731ByKET
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ANGRY
MACHINES
By K. Edward Torkelson
July 31, 2000
It’s 6 AM
My world is coming to life in
this suburban complex
It’s summer time
The sun is rising
Last night’s cool still
persisting
The first bird begins to sing
A calm breeze blows from the
north
My community is at peace
I take a step outside
Sitting down I smoke a
cigarette
I survey the buildings around
me
The trees, the hillside
My mind is serene
My ears are attune to the
quiet
A car starts and calmly rolls
forward
Down the roadway over the
speed bumps and vanishes into the morning
The mood is sedate
Then, suddenly it happens
An angry machine!
Its’ engine revs fast and
loud
Next kicked into gear
It takes off skidding
Barely slowing or not for the
speed bumps
The peace, calm and serenity,
shattered!
Behind the angry machine an
amateur
Amateur with the machine
Amateur with the road
Amateur at life
The professionals, with their
machines
Came before this morning
I barely noticed them
They even complimented the
morning
Yet, it always happens
The angry machine!
Day after day
I’m wishing that their
amateur’s fathers would take their machines away
Son,
Give me the keys
You don’t know how to live
You’re on restriction, to
protect your life, forever, Amen.
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PoemNiceGirlDoingsByKETc1998
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THINGS I LIKE TO DO WITH A NICE GIRL
By Keith Torkelson
Circa: 1998
Compliment & Cuddle
her
Kiss & Caress
her
Love
her
Stroke
her
Tease & Comfort
her
Protect & Hug
her
Hold
her
Entertain
her
Encourage & Spend money
on
her
Dine & Buy things for
her
Listen to
her
Co-operate with
her
Talk with & Care for
her
Stand by & Support
her
Go to the ends of the earth
for
her
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PoemOffHoldByKET19981222
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OFF HOLD
By Keith Torkelson
(12-22-98)
The kid is back
He has his wondrous mind
In addition, should also read
The kid is back
He has his stable body
Should also read
The kid is back
He has his vast emotions
Should also read
The kid is back
He has his deep psyche
Should also read
The kid is back
And he has his light spirit
Now the questions
Where was the kid?
Where were these faculties?
Where is the kid now?
With all his faculties
Healing, growing up again
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PoemPatienceWdGame199704
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PATIENCE
By
Keith Torkelson
April
14, 1997
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PoemPleaseMyDoorByKET19980118
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PLEASE
WALK THROUGH MY DOOR
By KE Torkelson
January 18, 1998
Snuggling
Caressing
Then kissing
Those are a few of my needs
Please, walk through my door
Watching
Touching
And feeling
These are a few of my needs
Please, walk through my door
Hoping
Trusting
Lastly loving
These are a few of my needs
Please, walk through my door
There you are!
The girl my dreams have shown
The lady of my vision
Miss Wonderful
“Just what I needed”
Note
Joan was eventually The One Who
Walked thru my Door
Within a year
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PoemPublicArt19950717 V2024
PUBLIC
ART
By Keith Torkelson
July 17, 1995
If
you could only see through my eyes
A
multitude of flesh on the beach under sunny skies
Exhibition,
wonderful
The
colors, beautiful
Of
course there’s the derrières
Easy
to do justice with the zoom
Here
the ladies excel
Their
forms, the truth they tell
I
freeze-frame it all
The
busts big and small
Little
concealing on the sandy California beach
Generous,
sinuous shapes just out of reach
Legs,
hips and waist
Tan
lines and flowing hair dressed to my taste
Females
sauntering to and fro
Makes
me, this dude say whoa!
One
piecees
Twos
Solids
Floral
patterns and stripes
I
am the con of public art
I
appreciate and capture this art
I
seek, see, click and share
Women’s
and God’s gifts with great care
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PoemQuickLipsByKET19950716
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THE
QUICKENING BY LIPS
By Keith
Torkelson
July 16,
1995
Time has
stopped
Love’s
happening
There is
only one
Her
complimentary taste
Something I
will remember forever!
Nothing was
ever better
Our
impatience and harmony
My
commitment to this love everlasting
With lips,
the quickening
I feel safe
within her domain of attraction
Her look of
beauty
With my
desire I flame
I trust that
all will be well
I honestly
feel that this love was inevitable
We explore
our zones erogenous
She wears
light silk
Her body oozes with sensuality
The quickening by lips
Our secluded
spot
I want you
to kiss me she says
I
acknowledge passionately
The feel
Waves of
tingles throughout my body
Her
sparkling eyes
Soft and
tender flesh
Awaiting
The
quickening by lips
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PoemRustingOffspringByKETc1978
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RUSTING
OFFSPRING
By Keith Edward Torkelson
(Circa: 1978)
[ComPare
and ConTrast]
I
ask you to think!
As
we require time to ponder
I
will provide a home to wonder
Meat
to eat
Clothes
to wear
Data
to process
And
a kiss cause I care
Today
we get love in our home
With
a trust of our own
-------
Do
as I ask
As
you will see
Is
no easy task
For
those like yee
Get
what you want
For
a fee
With
the largest fee
For
me!
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PoemSheTouchesByKET19970707
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SHE
TOUCHES ME
By
Keith Torkelson
July
7, 1997
Awaken my lovely one
Good morning
Let us stop time again
You undressed damsel
These days I am happy, joyous
and free
Moving in and warm
I am getting better
I appreciate and commit to
you
Rediscovering you each
morning
You are so alive, vibrant
It is a pleasure living with
you
Your presence graces the
world
You are there for me
Know I am there for you
Peace be with you
All my love, for my love
PoemTrueTextByKET19810923 V2024
TRUE TEXT
By: Keith Torkelson
September 23, 1981
Now knowing to listen to what is next
Truthful data transmission is the field
of this text
You who work hard
Take time to expose your mind
Time moves fast
Yet, do not grasp
Listen for the past.
Many
choose not you know
It
is too easy not to choose
I
know
Excusing
the grammar
On
day one we became the programmers.
Now knowing
Code one for knowledge
Following college commence application
Input salvation.
It
is difficult to be your own programmer
Data
entry with a hammer
The
documentation exists
Albeit
not in book,
cinema,
nor song
It
persists
Yet,
can take long
Meanwhile
be strong.
I express love in my song!
The summation on this explication in
trust is,
NO FEE REQUIRED! K.E.T.09.23.81
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PoemTurnBabyByKET199704 V2024
Note < Very Long
TURN BABY TURN
By Keith T
April 1997
I’m
listening
You
talk of pain, defeat and cruelty
You
talk of dying by your own hand
I’m
listening
You
talk of going out
You
talk of solitude
You
know you have just begun
I’m
listening
I
can’t help you
You
must pray for the mighty hand
Again,
again and again
Forever
Turn
it over
You’ll
find the answers
Only
if you are willing to change, to grow
I’m
praying on your behalf
I’m
loving you
I’m
listening
Catch
yourself
Set
yourself free, to live again
I
see a tragic past
I
see an intricate problem
Use
your mind
Solve
those problems
Not
alone
Can
I help?
You
need a poke, a prod, prayer
If
you die I know I will see you
I
will bury the letter you wrote with you
With
a short epitaph
If
I should die today know
I
loved you as I loved no other
Not
meaning to crowd you
I
am very grateful for the time we share
If
only you could feel as good as I do
When I’m feeling good
If
only I could look as good as you do
As you do when you are mischievous
You
have a mind
Just
hang with more and more healthy minds
and you will flourish
There
is a time to live
There
is a time to die
I
can see both in your dualistic eyes
Your
eyes burning with memory
Keep
telling me your stories
I
will listen
You
gave me a huge dose of your pain
I
can only take so much, and then I need to pray again
I
thought that I had suffered
You
my dearest truly know hell
We
met there
No,
we are not in heaven, yet
But,
I sure as the all mighty have hope we will rest there
I’m
wishing to reminisce with you
On
a white cloud of angels
They
in their battle wings
Readying
to kick some serious shit out of the unforgiving
Forgive
yourself for your past misgivings
Pray
to the LORD for pain relief
Turn
it over
Praying
Work
and walk you talk
Please,
be happy in all that you have
accomplished since our meeting
If
you can trust someone
Trust
in yourself, you progress
The
letter you wrote to me speaks of devotion
I
am grateful to have you as a friend
While,
many have gone
Yet,
now is the time to hold and nurture
what you have got
Be
the gorgeous woman you were meant to be
I
could write much more
But,
as you said you are all right, the worst is over
And
it is time to have some cake and eat it to
Thank
you for letting me snuggle up to your feelings
One
of your tears dropped on my hand, it is cool
Play
cool, collected, making a concerted effort to come together
right now
As
I’m seeing you as a beautiful lady
Ignite
your afterburner
flying with the greatest of ease
About the earth or away, to the stars
Please
LORD: Offer her peace on earth
That
she may not die on herself
She
has too much to offer
May
she recover giving
May
her fighting and struggling abate
May
she do anything to stay clean
In
times of trouble let her pick-up the phone and call
Pray
a prayer
“Bring her your bow of burning gold
Bring her your arrows of desire
May she not cease from this mortal strife
Nor shall her pen sleep in her hand
Till she has built Jerusalem in the warm, forgiving
sand”
Love
you all that were, are and going to come
C-L Grade Level 911.1 !
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PoemUnforgetableMoment19980703
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AN UNFORGETABLE MOMENT
By: Keith T.
July 3, 1998
Just a blue eyed kid of 4
years
She, just a blue eyed 6
years old
She changed my life forever
She played teacher
She asked me to her parent’s
bathroom
Saying pull down your pants,
I did
She pulled up her dress and
u-ware down
I saw her bare bottom
The image burned into my
memory
One unforgettable moment
For better or worse I liked
what I saw
She took it a step further
She said touch us together
Now rub
-------
Some girls want it
And apparently want it young
The next day we did it again
In her backyard amongst the
bamboo shoots
She said don’t tell anyone
She said we could never do
it again
Why did she do this little
experiment--pure science?
Why was I so fascinated--applied
science?
I can see it clearer now
An unforgettable moment
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