Best Copulate Poems
I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
My soul seems to be hidden today.
Where can it conceal itself?
I thought it was always with me,
Roaming the endless paths
That clatter the corridors of my mind,
coursing through my arteries and veins,
invading all essential organs
that keeps me alive all day.
Maybe it flew away
Like some mad eagle that lost its way!
I will not search for it.
It will return when it feels
There is a need for it.
My feet follow tracks unknown
Oblivious of time and space.
I meet old friends and strangers,
I pass on,
I do not recognise their mien.
I thread through paths lined
With rampant dark green ferns,
I slush through shallow muddy pools,
I rest below the copious hedgerows.
Down in the valley cows are milked,
Geese cackle and cocks crow,
Cats copulate in peace.
Fragrance of new-cut hay
Makes my nostrils flare.
Smoke billows from the chimney
Of an old cottage near the farm.
Should I invite myself,
Betake a country hearty meal?
I am welcome
Urged to taste the home-brewed beer
Or the new fermented cheese.
I feel a kind of peace.
Perhaps my soul is back
Or perhaps it's the beer or the cheese.
Who can say?
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
It's an all-powerful ejaculation
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic)
Pelvis and loins ablaze like fantastic,
and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
Eros peaks, then runs wild and Jurassic;
and hunts for instant gratification
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic!)
To burn with unrestrained lust is horrific;
but the red-hot flames of this condition
force coitus to break out when turning manic:
oh! to explode without control like a sex addict,
and copulate with total abandon
(when mania feels so keenly orgasmic!).
So, call it mad, but don't call it poetic:
this disease demands total expression.
These pelvic desires arise when turning manic,
from a mania whose possession is so fiercely orgasmic.
Gourmet Spider
Please, please, please don’t eat me
I am so tiny
Not a meal at all
Eight spindly legs and no abdomen to speak of
So please, please, please don’t eat me
I have tapped and drummed on your web
To soothe your voraciousness
Now let me crawl stealthily to the back
Move aside your spinneret
And copulate
But please, oh please don’t eat me
I am not a meal you would call worthy
Of those ferocious mandibles
And the glinting cold gems of your myriad eyes
Please, please don’t eat me
Not this time any way
And if you like I will promise to be a ready meal
Just add water
And you will eat your fill
But not this time
Ok
Not this time
This time let me escape
The deed done
I impregnate
You
And as I scramble over the treads of sticky silk
The panic in my heart
Is a treacherous mistake
For she looks always for the perfection in her lovers
ESCAPE !!!!!!!!
AAAAAGGHHHHH !
What was that
Oh no……
You beautiful …………………………………… cold…………………..
………………………………voracious……………… Bit………………………..
The mind is a womb
Copulate it
Let the semen of reason
Part the legs of its cervix
And you will see
When moth struggles before its born
The power of its dreams for flight
Words are eggs, you know
Virginal eggs,
I saw him hatch them into bricks
Of ideas that he could carve
Like an Edna exhibit
All copulation must spontaneous
A true gentleman has that gift
Not to force his feelings
On his betrothed
He was also scholar, you know
A sort of poet
That prefer metaphors to the conflict
Of chisel and wood
He had such a mastery of the rhetoric
I mean he understood them better than us
For he did not only speak like them
But spoke their strategy better than them
I sometimes wondered how he knew himself
Apart.
Its sort of seemed ironic
That he did have the anger that Fanon composed
Unless wit is a subtle part of it
May be environment is such a part of it
The cool, I mean
We say that about Manchesterians
Roxborough,
If it could produce the soldier-scholar
Could not have produced just a little fire
Even for the cremation of his brother, Roy
Perhaps it was the mix blood ...
Busta said that his mother was Taino
I do not understand is who mixed them though
There is an overt statement of force to be made
A rape scrubbed from the memory
For how could one half of hm
Become so invisible ...
The mission I mean.
I must rule
More than wood, and more
Than water
For my destiny
Is more than what men may leech
So I am not exploited
I am killed for this robbery
And here I am left
A dead man on a throne
Here I am
Shrouded with self government
And staring into the empty eyes
Of children
So why do I love him then
Was it alone because my father
Fashioned my world for me
Gave me this icon
For proximity the barbarians
Who snatched my mother
Washing her white linen one day
From the sweet river
Do not take that thought to the bank
Where my children play
This man deserves his accolade
If only for taking blindness from my mind
If only for letting me know
The chain had never rattled their
And even in their own words
I could look at the world
And ask "why not?"
He gave me a ladder to my education
That was some gift,
Quite the best of all I am given
O it so beautiful to copulate the mind
Or hold hands through the annals
And see this Manley,
This little fountain of great ambition
Flowing at my lips.
For I prayed to God to have a
man such as yourself to come
into my life
God Fearing
For the qualities that you have
I know these are the
characteristics that Jesus
displayed for I asked for God to
send me some one like you this
way I would know your truly a
gift from Him and not just Flesh
I desired once upon a time.
You love God the way I do
We can talk for hours about
Him
You are a giver
You Respect your mother and
whomever is around you, you
expect them to treat their
parents with the up most
respect the same.
You are willing to depart the
Wisdom that God has departed
into the spirit that resides
within you with anyone. You
don't judge.
But most importantly is we
have decided to become
covenant partners for life and
standing on our word that we
will not consummate until we
take our vows.
You promise not to rush me to
get married just so we can
copulate so we can be true
friends and
This to me is priceless.
For I prayed for years for
someone like you and I even
started to give up thinking that
such a person like you even
existed but I am happy to say I
know and understand that God
doesn't work by mans time but
HIS time! Therefore I know the
best is yet to come.
Form:
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
" 1st price, poetry
contest,
poemsclub.com,
April 2014"
My new neighbor
a lovely ebony girl
we go together
like day and now night
a beautiful swirl...
She just wants a good man
no matter his past
or how many girls he's screwed
a handsome romantic man...
Do they all know we are together?
them against us
do they realize
we copulate in our dreams at night?
You curled up around me
like a chocolate ribbon
we become omnipresent
ears closed to the world..
We are much like
yin and yang
in guise of darkness
leashed at our sides...
Your brown sugar broth
rich dark and warm
skin black as the night sky
into my room smooth and sultry
scented of amber love potions
exotic fruit from Africa
perfected in America
step into my wildest desires...
~ ~ ~ ~
Hail the swaying stalks
Bowed so fiercely to razor
breeze
Watch that young one stand
See the will-o-wisp rise!
From clover fields of hay
An idea, a spark
There is no fear
There is no pain
The bullwhip snaps
Goes the gust of wind, alas.
He hasn't worked out quite
enough
Ketchup dripping from stomata
Drops pitter patter
On the filthy concrete floor
We'll never know what lies in
store
Farmer John came out today
To make himself five bales of
hay
Trips up over corpses, though
They haven't really died, you
know.
Behold the flies!
Hear them sweat
Braced against the widow's web
Tension rises
Length extends
Race against the Persian sands
The bed frame creaks
It longs to speak
The eyes are here
They're everywhere
In our first meeting place
We copulate on sandy
waters
The hope of born man
Hope only to birth again
The sun so high
Burns alone in the sky
The battlefield is crimson
No demon spawn would yield
Still the monster altercates
Bearing brethren's shields
Behold the men!
Feel them sweat
Working on Egyptian spreads
Minds discover
Fists defend
Unconscious of what life intends
Creepy-crawling
This cold bitter morning
The fittest will survive
And the strongest do move on
But stop the press! For from
this test
What lion-bird will spawn?
Mistah Kurtz - he gone crazy
Two pennies for my baby?
When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:
assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included)
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.
Barren oh barren,
Who are you?
To suck away the pride in a woman’s cradle?
Healers attempted to resolve u with vague riddles!
A deadly monster you are, BARREN!
Tell me who gave you that WARRANT?
To deny someone the joy of being a PARENT!
Innocent seeds sprinkled on sweet fountains do not GERMINATE.
Why are you filled with such HATE??
Rate the destruction you CREATE...
Beautiful families are breaking because of YOU BARREN.
Solid couples now speak in sign languages
They point fingers at each other, all because of YOU BARREN!
Tears now fill up their bath TUBS...
Soaking in the misery you bring and resort to PUBS!
You feeble nightmare!
God created man and woman to PROCREATE,
Who are you to deny them to COPULATE?
You are not mighty but remember...
Hannah defeated you,
Rust in her womb turned into GOLD!
I’m here to reveal the secret to make u COLD.
For multitudes to stand against u and be BOLD!
My dears, start praying without CEASING,
For barren is a temporal SEASON!
Barren oh barren,
You are defeated.
You cant raid homes and leave souls DELAPIDATED!
A childless woman grieve, cognizing she is only CONSTIPATED!
Hoping she got IMPREGNATED!
Barren oh barren!
You are FAKE,
Dear man, arise and assist your woman to BAKE!
TAKE her hand, her oven is ready to INCUBATE!
No need to strangle each other in DEBATE!
For the chain of bareness within you are about to BREAK!
Barren oh barren
Melt your ego and disappear.
My dears, no need to be DERRANGED,
Your non-offspring life is being ARRANGED!
Woman! Why do you despair?
Yet u know your course is due every month?
You my brothers, why, why, WHY? that you have to belittle yourselves like you are permanently vasectomized!
Yet you are aware of rich JUICE INDUCED from your fresh seed!
My people have Faith, be BRAVE!
Create no room FOR BARREN;
FOR BARREN is being dragged to her GRAVE!
Barren oh barren,
You are not PERMANENT...
for they will get PREGNANT!
Barren oh barren, they will be a resurrection!??
By Lebo-G FAITH Samson
03/04/2018 @1258????
PEARL
Invested with iridescence
Calcium carbonate could impersonate
And subvert solemn daylight.
In the indifferent ocean
Oysters copulate with future
And grow gravid in nature.
Begetting a rare solidity
Befitting a miniscule masterpiece
Which is just happenstance
For a huge price, this prised-out gift.
Mar 19, 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
The female Black Widow Spider, they all do the same
When they copulate with their mate, the next thing you know he is dead
And so goes the cycle, kind of like the game you play
The Statues of Limitations, it has no time frame
But little lady, God has a price on your head
You will pay, come Judgment Day
Old Joe, was a proud Mexican man when he was alive
They said that he could fix anything, Helluva mechanic
After work, would always have a few beers with his friends
But you made it to where he could not survive
God, the way that he died was traumatic
They all remember, he had a lot of friends
They maybe be old and can't remember five minutes ago, yesterday is clear as a bell
Of all the good times they had with Old Joe, the tales they told me
They way that he died, left a bad taste in their mouth that will not go away
They get to talking, do they have a story to tell
Sooner or later you will have to plead guilty
I figure that old cocaine, will run out on you someday
Old Joe is in the grave, cause you put him there
But his spirit will come to visit you, when you are trying to sleep
You see sweetheart, God has a way of not leaving you alone
If I were a gambling man I bet you don't have a prayer
At night, I reckon you will be counting sheep
The thoughts of Old Joe's ghost will be chilling you to the bone
"Just thought I would drop by and leave a few recollections in your head"
"Not to worry you any, just something for you to think about"
"I know you keep telling everyone that you are not guilty"
"But we have to remember, that is not what all of his friends have said"
"When the jury come back, I don't think that there will be any doubt"
"Sooner or later, we all have to face reality"
Form:
peas do it
whole forests of
deciduous trees do it
we's could do it too
let's copulate
complete phylums of
pedigrees do it
i hope you'll agrees, 'n' do it
all desires to appease, do it
let's copulate
the paupers and the potentates
everyone wants to procreate
all manner of fauna and flora
do desire and simply adora
to copulate, they think it's great
every species wants its mate
giraffes are always necking
pretty parrots prefer pecking
gouramis like their kissing
waiting ladies, other blissing
so let's copulate
orchids all colored and scenting
attracting insects by augmenting
instincts desire to copulate
life’s fascination to procreate
arthropods genetically driven
give nods to drives unforgivin'
the whole world's standard of livin'
is driven by a desire insatiate
to copulate and procreate
so i hope that you'll agrees
don't give my affections a tease
i prefer not to beg, but please
i'll get down on my knees to
assume my position
on this admonition
let's copulate
oh baby, slake my burning desire
to amorously set your pipes on fire
all i really wanna do
is water your Archimedean screw
so let's do it baby, let's copulate
to tell you now, my own discourse
it's just our mattered intercourse
a filibuster would be remiss
I vote for you and me to congress
I'm unimpeachable
if you're reachable
let's do it, let's copulate
© Goode Guy 2011-06-02
with thanks, (and sincere apologies) to Cole Porter
Xanthous vipers crumble and
Copulate on pallid bursts
Of violent ash and vapid sand
Drunken blows to swollen bones
Macabre and salty, bitter and grand
While wolven maws abuse brash lips
Gluttonous passion
Simmers on pendulum hips
Thrashing crests of poignant skin
Fevered, gasping, blissful sin