Best Coital Poems
Oh I'm sorry I didn't get it,
not to worry I won't forget it.
In order to win, it's not the contest,
but rather the spin. The more stupid
the parameters, the more ignoresponses
from amateurs. The more moronic the
directions, the more sophomoric
the reactions. Could u b more
histrionic in your language
glucolic, never ending of cliché
pre ponderunceses of innane
uninteresting plainjane, U r a poet because u
have PAID the big $$$ dues and have special
powers of words/phrase lifeology. All will be yours
in member recognition, regardless of yr ignonill offerings
according to this site NOTALENTU.
True is the phrase you
really do get what u pay for. (Please don't end a sentence
with a preposition?)
Real words, dimensions come from a place within;
deep, dank, dark non existant and incoporeal of anything reality based.
U can't pull emo tensions off the top like adding cream
to yr coffee. Poetry is a gutterial personification of the fecal life
that inhabited u as an earthling offspring not chosen
to a family of illgotten gain origin. Given the noncapacity to provide the common
requirements for sociosill survival.
All of u can smooch my **** premise, bend over to shake my
gonadal good interntions as u pissprose praise one another
each other as OMG, yr choice of emotional integrity resonates with my
soulful intent to do better in the world. Throw up here. Vomit
victims filled remorse and no coital containment
u must be kidding when u set up these contests and yr stupid
rules that only u r to privy. To make yrself look literate above all others.
U stink like a skunk that is dead in a trunk. Oh the stinch
is so much that my nose I must pinch. Get off yr high
horse and get with the crowd, as yr present purpose I must protest
to LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Write what u feel and For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
forget the rest. Bend over.
Sex for breakfast , lunch and dinner
That’s the F plan diet for me
I might take a break at coffee
Or during afternoon tea.
You could wear your marigold gloves
And we could explore every kink.
I could get the rubber plunger
and make rude noises in the sink.
I want nourishment not punishment
She sighed breathlessly to me
They say sex burns up 100s of calories
Let’s see if we can get past 3.
We don’t need any Viagra
We’ll get by with what we can.
But just to be on the safe side
I’ll go and get some philosan.
They say desire diminishes with age
To which I say tosh.
And that passion loses its rage
That’s a theory that with me won’t wash.
I’ll pose topless in me jim jams
And you wear your frilly nightie
I’ll pretend that I’m a stud
And you my Aphrodite.
You look so sensuous and sultry
In your face pack and your flip flops
Nothing you do is paltry
To me you’re always the tops.
Your perfume is quite exquisite
Is it sweet essence of pine?
No, I am mistaken,
Of course eau de woodbine.
Ah the post coital ***
It really can’t be beat
What will we do tomorrow?
What do you think of me feet?
If sex is low in calories
I don’t want a diet that’s light.
Coo what’s that lump in the bed?
What again? Already?
Sorry I’m too tired, night night.
©Michael Birchmore 2013
NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take
this opportunity to thank everyone - Ruben, Raul, Andrew, Elaine, Patricia, Carol, Adeleke,
Krista, Trudi, Kristin, Bill, Shishir, Sami, James, Trudi and many, many others - who have
been so kind, supportive and appreciative both now and in the past. You are stars. I am in
your debt.
I know it's not the happiest piece, but it's what I have at the moment.
T.
Last Chance Saloon:
The deadbeat shuffle from Boardwalk to Boot Hill
Implores the synapse circuit of a short walk to the kill,
With one foot out of line one soon is gone
In Winter rains that fell all Summer long;
Never once did Zeus advise to pack a bag,
Only suck it up and tread the old main drag.
When first she shed her morals and her dress,
The channel burn adored her more than less,
Post-coital walks, romancing in the sun
Beat a path to living in the shadow of the gun;
As expectation always lets one down,
Rends the heart in two by softly skipping town.
From the stained-glass of an alcoholic haze
Wherein kaleidoscopic migraines snap and blaze,
The rusty barrelled gun scrapes at the head,
All the chambers full of coals and glowing red;
She resurfaces like some immortal doll,
And each bullet tastes of paracetamol.
So to raise the weary glass to mouth again,
To curse and toast her godforsaken name,
To down the medicine and down some more
And ride the bona-fide revolving bat-swing door;
Swear by saints alive to never leave this room,
No more chances left to chance in this last chance saloon.
Watch me wail, wag, and whimper,
as I lag, lumber and limber,
my adult algebraic ass umption of
love lorn lustful,
pussy prison promise
fake, Falk, filters
when married daughter
becomes married mother, and OMFG
whatTFdidIgetmyselfinto
Low behold and singlefold
did I not gender gather your life
long life presence of parental
pontification that goes without
sooth saying and add up the numbers
so I can fill the male bill of plenty and request
a not/known knowing of a pre determined
prowess bliss saturnine, coital countered
cock tailed by a mean mom mesmerized miracle
of anointed via viscious ugly
uncountered societal socio so
somnablance satial sickness.
Leave me to the beaver, and the
outer limits of my twilight zone, so I can
rifleman my bonanza to a naked city
where it takes a thief to enable
Burkes Law to Mod Squad a Perry Mason, then Ironside
a manner of justice, sometimes relying on
an alternative form from Super M to Spider M,
and Hulk, then hashtag from A to Z and all letters
in between. As a man and a father with only earthy talents
I gave all that I knew, could harness, muster, and deliver as best as I knew how.
Criticize me my sons, for all what u will
as I tried my best to keep u in my still
u r the future of what is to remain
all that I have, is now yours to gain,
Rememberance is constant and our lives relate
in us all as we move forword and procreate
in keeping us in toll. Lifelines are the key to
all that is mindful and longevity unlocks
the male mantle of forever. Live long and prosper
my sons and in all things look, listen and remember.
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
There once was a poor man from Kent
So many "ladies" used his coin when He spent
Though not in the way of a true mans intent
more like the speed of the seed that He sent
So quickly He came to a concluding dismay
it was barely a coital event
Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
bona fide hormonal hankering didst since Adam and Eve a wake
aromatic, balmy, and captivating as effect from drinking sassafras
kin powerful pulsations viz diving rod erect phallus
creating con fusion pro bono er to enter lips engorged mass
Pussy swathed qua tangle of coiled, kinked, and thatched course grass
Willy wonka with vestal virgin hair line gonadal zone **** embarrass
twig and berries rutting, rusticating, routing and romancing intent
to deflower re: piercing hymen
with nary immune to perdition or déclassé
hello kitty edenic tropic of cancer coital compass
emitting pheromones culling asper a bong
clapping banging brass
intractable supremacy reproductive sport
waging whore with contemporary take
verboten fruit sexual pang thrust forward
omnipotent magnetic thirst to slake
unstoppable passions flared unfazed as annals
depict how hot coals feet did rake
despite hollow religious strictures obloquy,
the serum filled genitals did quake
infiltrate historical manifestations, naked humans
prey zing clear or opaque
deities of yesteryear demonstrable
bas relief showers copulation doth make
primal urges imbued *****sapiens
e’er since first man saw lady of the lake
triggering libidinal longing inducing salivation sans love struck drake
multi-tiered mouth watering orgasmic gastronomic carnal cake
Aphrodite spellbinding storied sport thrives inducing heart break
imbuing human guys gals feverish enthralled dizzy catnip behoove ache.
THE SECOND FALL!
Angels of lightening kneeled before Him flashing, “Everything is over!”
His look cast cusp of Cosmos, thundering across the change-over;
Adam in guilt hid his soul in Tree of life; Eve behind him hid her face;
Only Lucifer under the Knowledge Tree showed his face.
“Look!” Heavenly Atoms daunted as the Sundown morn
In fumes and fogs waned into night with moods of mourn;
“Alas! Alas! The creatures of clay with His breathing image,
In unbridled pursuit to conquer the cosmos ‘ve done this damage.”
Mountains lay scattered as dust over woods and land,
Oceans lay hidden inside heaps of mud and dunes of sand.
Life became a whispered secret of the extinct universe,
Read in classes only by cosmic cherubim, only in divine verse.
“Adam braced to conquer genetic mystery and lost Eden in fleeting coital ecstasy,
“His sons braced to conquer cosmic mystery and lost Globe in digital fantasy!
“It’s daunting,” heaven’s denizens opined, “it’s humanity’s indefinite, infinite fall!”
The great bard William would’ve exclaimed, “What a fall! What a fall!”
But the great puritan John would’ve claimed, “It’s indeed the second fall!”
- Swami D. Francis
one seventh heaven fantasy of this middle aged hetero
sexual mwm would be to take the playbook of the late
(recently deceased) Hugh Hefner. Said reverie constitutes
servicing a gamut of women, whose plethora in numbers
constitutes insatiable sexual propensity sans propinquity
perp hussy.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
despite mine middle aged (baby boomer) mwm base line
balled (though non bald) sans truth, isle be quite Ernest
and frank to state boldly, how thine bass concupiscence
trumps ambience, dalliance, essence, fragrance, generates
hefty indulgence (je nais se quois) juice kissing libidinal
makeup nursing omnipresent phallic quintessential reverent
seduction triggers unflaggingly (leaving me starry eyed for
stripes sakes) vision watering x2c (to the x power of infinity)
yielding zesty adulterous blessed coital consummation,
delicious expeditious fulfillment, generous gentle hormonal
insouciance, judiciously kneading lusciously marvelous
natural occurring pleasance, quiescent radiance, rousing
somnambulant threnody ushers victorious waltzing X-rated
yearning zeal to take a page from the playbook of the very
recently deceased Hugh Hefner housed within the PlayBoy
mansion. Game gamines gestalt gifted gonads, gopher
Caring for Earth
includes caring for oneself,
and caring for those we have grown to care for.
Co-piloting Spaceship Earth
includes piloting humane landscapes of EgoLeft-EcoRight Identity.
Spaceship Earth evolves collective global
LeftBrain ethotic light
and RightBrain erotic power
to co-manage with Earth
what we ecologically own together.
The cooperatively owned
WinEthos/WinEros polyamorous
Gaia hypothesis,
Lovelock and Margulis,
presents Earth and Her Tribes
as anthro-ego/bio-eco EarthTribe
sacred/organic sentient beings.
CoMentoring Systems merge now in this Great Transitional moment,
critical crisis of rapacious risk and coital opportunity,
to reverse disaffecting fundamental life-support systems
of both eco-climate and ego-landscapes.
EarthCare revolutions/devolutions
follow both Western fatherland
patriarchal nationalistic competing histories,
and matriarchal-cooperative ethical MotherEarth
restraint and respect enculturation,
and sometimes even active fear
of not-so-motherly rejection and annihilation,
darkness,
rather than c-squared
Yin-squared flowing fractal
nurturing light.
CareGiving BothCrown/AndRoot Light
can self-extinguish
through too much monoculturing competitive EitherSage/OrMuse
deductive-only dominance,
evaporating capital-nutritional trickle down and out from above,
where swelling CareReceivers monopolize totalitarian
Don't Lose short-term
and Don't worry about future generation long-term Losers
devolving outcomes
of Anti-Caring anthropocentrism.
Think of CareReceiving EgoEthos
as also CareGiving EarthEros
extending out toward polyamory
recycling in spirals
of dipolar co-arising full-spectral lights
CareGiving and Receiving and Giving and...
She pleasures with her eyes,
attractive lights in any language.
Rivulets of lustrous hair frame this angel.
Swelling lips search for a warm surface.
Seductive hands remove his outer layers,
while her actions are reciprocated.
The serene light reveals lace undergarments
woven tightly over feminine curves.
A bed vibrates on frenzied contact.
The couple embrace with bare skin,
lubricated with fevered perspiration.
She removes the last piece of his clothing.
The intensity and passion of his kisses
increase as he descends her voluptuous frame.
Her breasts rise to address his lips,
twin beacons of peaked arousal.
Hands become instruments of delightful affection.
Tongues search for fountains of stimulation.
Harmonious nervous systems signal in timed unison.
Communicating in universal expression.
His gift is received in the warm tide,
where the center of her cherished womanhood resides.
Oxygen, pulled from the electric air,
surges through rosy cheeks.
Isolation, control, and restraint are abandoned.
Wretched destination becomes blessed euphoria.
A climax of other worldly contentment floods
both lovers with unmatched ecstasy.
Lying unclad in coital enjoyment
both partners become bound with renewed attachment.
A tangible seal of combined togetherness,
two forms merge into complimentary bliss.
only by a fluke did I manage
to worm winning trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into a an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the motley crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed
sound (cloud) proof bunker
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendents,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, andhandily did ap pear
and despite one hundred percent bug free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
d escribingclandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert,
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band aided elf(ves)
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when alias Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine
code named Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally
besmirching her virginity
via coital cavorting
amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied
with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky gangnum style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.
Cooperation is
about potential of relationship,
for equitable integration,
maybe even some healthy co-arising assimilation,
correlation
co-relations.
Cooperatism is about investing our healthy time
in ourSelves
and each and every EarthBound Other
Earth’s vast loving health potential,
evolving
revolving
dissolving
involving
divesting
investing
infesting
While Capitalism is also about wealth-investing our money,
commodities of sacred Earth's equivalent value,
net-working anthroprivileged resources
and ecosystemically synergetic assets,
Earth’s therapeutic regenerating AnthroMind/EarthBody balance,
political and economic cooperative
perennial revolution of healthy climates, of course,
but recovered
re-involved
re-connected
re-ligioned through polyculturing/multiculturing
resilient/resonant true-health EcoLogic
wherein Earth’s longing to repurpose
greets sublime AnthroErotic coital co-redemption.
Capitalism, divested of its Cooperatistic Political and Economic Evolution,
is a sad reminder
of AnthroSupremacist wealth v. poverty
over-industrially militarized
divestment from permacultural eros roots
Neurosensory win/win reiterative health
versus
win/lose 0-sum pathology
Capitalism, divested of Cooperative Models and Theorems of ReGenerative Developmental Creolization,
is a suffering suboptimizing reminder
of Capital's integral potential
when re-invested through natural/spiritual
EarthBody/AnthroMind
Cooperatism’s co-binary
vast health wealthy potential
politically resonant within
as economically resilient without.
Wealthy republican capitalism
healthy best re-invests
in healthy democratic Cooperatism
as light is drawn
toward Earth's revolutionary recircling.
Capital feeds agapic cooperatism
as wealthy AnthroMinds
erotically co-engage
healthy political
sacredly integral
EarthBodies.
kissing
the Bellodgia sheen
between your breasts
i nestle my head there
and drift,
wondering ...
is it your heartbeat
or our futures
i feel resonating
inside of me
Oh the places we won't go,
like post dated postcards
with fictional photographs of you and I
laughing lovers caught up in this
moment
now mourn this trysts annulment
The fading hue of I to you
crashing closer to memory
are the full blown passion ploys
and blissful near misses
...the only places I may recall you fondly
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a never
you gazed dreamy
laughed freely
kissed deeply
and made love sweetly
...no not sweetly, but dirty discreetly
the pure erotic world all yours
behind closed doors
engrossed in post-coital
pillow reminiscing
Moving past the altitude
of fickle courting, began the rouse
singing blandly rehearsed tunes
to retreating corners licking wounds
For confrontation is where you thrive
while in misplaced ire my interest dies
beauty morphs horrid in this beholders eyes
as your idiocyncrasies I now despise
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I may think this time was lost
but I say it's worth noting,
my pen has always moved the most
between the loving and the loathing...
**Inspired by John Heck's "Gauntlet" contest!!