Best Copulating Poems
insects set but two:
eating and copulating
(sounds okay to me)
Footnote: Goal #3 - Winning or placing in PD's Haiku contest
Telling 'I love you' at first sight
Is the euphemism of
I feel like copulating reciprocally.
CAT CALLS
The caterwauling cacophony of a cadre of cats copulating in a can.
12/10/2015
submitted to – One liners five – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Silent One
Prized Possession
When was it that society and religion
Became so afraid of the sexuality of women
Or was it just men who became afraid
Trapping and turning beauty into ***********
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession
There was once spiritual prowess in her nakedness
Once long ago
The symbol of womb and breast
Gave birth to life
And a possession was once the sexual expression
Of both women and men
Connecting
Copulating
In an essence of a spiritual unity
Defined by the pleasure both received
In giving to life
So how did sex become a sin
Dirtied by morals
And then sold in a tin
Of instant readily affordable self gratification
When did your own sexuality
Become a commodity
For them to sale
And poor Eve, lead mankind to ruin
And she alone made responsible for the fall from Eden
So shall she pay the price in cultural centuries
Of Christian and Muslim oppression
Such is the weakness of men
That by muscle alone defends them
Such is the weakness of men
That their God must of course; be a man
Such is the weakness of men
That in the face of beauty
It must be their possession
Such is my contempt of those men
Who cannot comprehend
Where their own lives began
And who’s wives and daughter now exists
In a poor excuse for love and worship
Trapping and turning beauty into ***********
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its prized possession
Inspired by Brandy Megens poem “News at 5”
In my travels I have seen ugly land. Lands of war and death,
however, I have also seen lands filled with bountiful grounds
could sustain an unquestionable amount of our rothers
and sisters- the animals.
Shadows of trees waltzing to the wind as the great plains
seem as a golden sea set aflame just as sunset.
From Peru, where most everything is the same as it was
in antiquity.
And the great Sahara where our species birthed from.
The flourishing Congo and her magnificent volcanoes
And Madagascar's arresting enthusiasm for bizarre life
forms.
It all, in all aesthetic glory, means nothing except if the
creatures of earth couldn't share it.
And yet, to my eyes they are the saddest places on earth.
Sure, lush and stunning are these landscape es that bring
shock and awe-
But to me they are ugly, sad, and soon will show outward effects
when all turns to rubble, to dust...
How can Montana be God's country when wolves are extinct,
they shall no longer roam the nights searching, hunting, copulating and just
simply living
How can the immense and stunning Virunga mountain Range
still be a mystery in all her glory when the last silver back gorilla is
murdered?
I assure you that it cannot.
Most just see the occasional tree, a small patch of green there, and
call the world as perfect ?
Ha! Only look a little deeper.
Now it's getting too late. Soon- all the last corners of earth
shall be be extinct.
Earth's soul, Her soil
His fuel, Her Sun
His blood, Her baptismal water
Her SkyGod fills each copulating breath
upon Her bilateral lightwhite/dualdark skin
of self-regenerating ecoconsciousness,
where God's super-eco logic
double-binds Time's bilateral evolving light
now-present primal balance
nutritional stream for EarthTribe CoIdentity,
RNA/DNA square rooting (0)-seeds-of-dialectic-time strings
of reverse-hierarchical revolutioning spiral Prime Dimension ReGenesis,
healthflow-balanced fractal-quadrant
Prime Relationship Tao
Interior with Exterior
polyculturing rainbow Earth's forgiving maintenance.
Bow to your partner
doe see doe prime balance
spin to regenerate,
resolve balance to evolve time's light
with dualdark co-gravitation
Win to Win
or at least notnot draw
midway's wu wei Tipping Point
dipolar regenerative systemic healthpower
of bicameral LeftYang/RightYinWin temporal-neural fold,
fractal-dialectical,
(0)-soul dualdark bilateral
reverse-temporal bipolar balance,
ConVex happiness is to ConCave health
as Earth's nutrition gives to Anthro's cooperative temporal wealth
holonically generous polycultural life,
Interior-mind/Exterior-body
nondualistic 0/1
sacred/secular
multiculturally healing landscapes.
"Lush Ocean"
I wade out into you
embrace the cool of you
to die a little death
immersed in the ocean
that is you, drowning
in the indigo velvet
of your copulating
embrace
red becomes you
as your waves crest
into and over me
I draw you into me
far from our other worlds
where dissonant siren voices drown
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Ocean” / Lush
https://youtu.be/nDDkpuQMBJ8
LYRICS/ “Ocean”, Lush-ocean
https://genius.com/Lush-ocean-lyrics
A lazy leaf-laden river
Snakes around a sandy shoreline
While copulating dragonflies
Fly over near-stagnant water
In aimless zigzag ecstasy.
Dozens of stout brown birds skimming
The surface, ascending slightly,
Than dipping incredibly low
Miraculously avoiding
Contact with the wet surfactant.
Along the shore a raft of ducks
Noisily swim by in a queue
Seemingly like some summertime
Carnival shooting gallery.
Sometimes people live too close to one another
with the scent of lives overlapping lines
psyches stepping on toes and
problems bleeding in through doors & windows.
Neighbors crying, remonstrating, manipulating, and copulating
demonstrating the need for soundproofing or renovating
as we wave the next day our smiles ingratiating
because its at their expense our needs we’ve been satiating
and the building goes on.
Some stress “urban sprawl” others cry “urban blight.”
Yet developers rub hands with piggish delight
Smart animals follow the birds, which take flight
and poor confused deer become targets at night.
Yet the building goes on.
Big boxes, small boxes, strip malls and stores,
McDonalds, and Wendy’s, and Bed Bath and More
Family Dollars and State Liquor Stores
Pawn Shops and Nail Shops and
and . . .
when trees are memories
fish bellies rise like steam from warm waters
and desertification has become "the new black."
Perhaps then we will draw a line in the sand.
ok, mom's right, it's "collaborate and copulate"
that's what I meant to say
i am the mom and when i say
it is right it is and
it is weird and i could
be wrong.
ok. we agreed, we only get 2 lines
and you have taken 4 lines
(and I can't even be poetic, cuz you done took my lines)
i was just trying to save paper
for green for the environment
i was helping you.
Helping me?
Helping me what?
ok, I'm usin more lines
You ain't green! You ain't even fair!!!!!!!
WELL, I AM A protester and i
has a been sitting in trees
a lot, baby sister you better
be nice to your ole ma.
Ok, for 1, you ain't no damn protestor
And you ain't in no trees
and we is hooked on phonics
but we profound
for instance, I done found my lighter
see, i was honest for you and i hired
a surrogate tree hugger so i could
be with you baby sister. duh
Mother, when will you EVER learn to use CAPS?
I know you are honest, and silly, cute, lovable
and you smell good.
But you still broke the 2 line rule AND
if you break the rules, I break them better.... love kim
well,we won't worry about this anymore.
go take a bath...love mom.
P.S. Didn't even get to talk about the copulating and all.... Damn.......
Written by a Mom and Daughter just being foolish cuz we love each other
The clouds of voice gather,
In sky-space consciousness,
Wanting to shower in torrent of love words..
The bed of unquiet mind lays ready and fertile,
Having being pillaged by seeds of wicked thoughts..
When the hour is dark and the temperature is right,
Shedding the modest seed-coat,
The thoughts are eager to germinate,
blossom into action..
Like an unexperienced juvenille,
it sprouts before time,
Bursting through surface with all its might..
Only the ripe ones can spurt,
The rest remain dormant..
Waiting to be tampered by experienced handlers..
There the moon suckled on a dram of mist,
bringing illustrious pomp to cardboard mountains,
who cut like a sickle, horizons sincerity,
and I could taste trouble, spoon fed
from darkness that sprinted towards completion.
Something crawled from the canal,
a gaseous presence like a primordial phantom;
opalescence in peek-a-boo stars.
Incantations stirred in the attic of my mind,
spectres of remembrance copulating
in karma sutra melee,
and the night, so coffin quiet,
swallowing moon dust in a cascade of neon pollen.
What resilience could sate this voluptuous whore,
who cooed like a dove while twisting
the garrot ever tighter,
nothing but the birth of dawn.
Part 1
When YIN Hatha Will, YANG Hatha Way
Introduction:
ADAGIO!
said Sam, a Barber, to his strings
who wed Savasana to her beloved
Pranayama, breathlessly waiting
for her to relax in his waiting arms.
she did
deeply reveling in Ravel’s
ultimate crescendo of Bolero
their thoughts without body
meditating in a Methodist Church
no dancing sugar plums --
just asanas –
marching six by six, erect postures,
along the Ridge of the Road,
relaxing deeply,
concentrating on a Panorama
still barefoot bodies
sitting, standing, kneeling
all cross armed
cross legged
breathing – breathing –
s l o w l y b r e a t h I n g
Pranayama
copulating with
Savasana
from Dawn’s early light
Till Dark’s endless night,
Love’s song they sang
in silence
when Yin met Yang.
Yoga, The Love-Dance of Gypsy Spirits
Part 2
Dusk
slowly slipped
towards
deeply dark
abysmal night
Savasana seeing nothing,
sightless, seeking solace
relaxing –
Savasana so steeped
in savasana
itself
Savasana
stood erectly,
soundless,
silent –
one
l o n g
s i n g l e
note,
s u s t e n u t o –
s u s t e n – n – n – n – n – u t o o o o o o o h
breath less ly
h e l d
embraced in pranayama
while Asanas
manipulated their arms, legs, neck, spine
all arranged in flowing, fluid line
flowing smoothly like luscious wine
Pranayama praying posturing
a s s o r t e d
a
s
a
n
a
s
Kundalini singing chants
chanting solemn sounds of sirens’ songs
in these soundless silent nights
where
Pranayama
meets
Savasana
until
Ashtanga
rises
in blazing majesty.
Her eyes complicated simplicity
dripping under the weight of sour deceit,
melding to the warm wet circles
tainting the already tired bar.
She was soaking up the animosity,
those precious pieces
tunneled beneath the mainstream
of dancing whims and limbs.
From this corner of maybes
I saw a slice of moon between your teeth,
refracting promises, turning aside possibilities.
I was caught; stranded in her thousand yard stare,
my fantasies twisted into form,
tracing circles over her soul.
My ambit swallowed in empty vows
and monochromatic stains smearing bravado.
There were no cotton candy comforts,
no petals of innocence
lurking beneath her electric laughter.
Just frosted intentions, shielding her
from the wet side of clouds
and papering over her shattered whole.
I took my oversized insomnia
into the rusted remnants of today,
left those spirals of copulating smoke
and closed the door on her derision.
Vary Who Will Carry
When weight around you want someone to carry,
They will vary who up with must have to marry;
So scurry,
In hurray;
Searched and found no one which was very scary.
Jim Horn
Trump Who Had Hounded the Fox
Trump has had to keep hounding the fox;
When by are electrified he really shocks;
When in deep doubt,
His time did run out;
Small hands had hard time winding clocks.
(Were also hard to see and tell time with.)
Jim Horn
If with Trump we had to hold hands,
And did discover all of his demands;
Had demanded,
Under-handed;
Find small hands lost in the stands.
Jim Horn
Horn Cereal Series of Haiku
having initial, serial affects.
Ate no collusion;
Determined a delusion,
So changed cereals.
Jim Horn
Trump Great At Being A Grunge
Trump greatly likes becoming big grunge;
Election ballots and effort try to expunge;
Belly huge;
Fat deluge;
Deep into debt see us lunge and plunge.
Jim Horn
Time To Die Or To Travel
Mysteries of life must learn how to unravel;
If hurting knees what is best way to travel;
Nibbly knees knocking;
Sure was shocking;
Hit each one hard when you have a gavel.
Jim Horn
Cooperating andr Regulating Copulating
When you were cooperating and regulating,
And what if both parties we stated sedating;
A witness immaterial;
Stopped eating cereal;
Even did gain great control over copulating.
Jim Horn
Continued To Be Construing
Wonder how each other should be construing;
When contact and contack kept up renewing;
Here a kiss,
We did miss;
Were upset and both needed more ungluing.
Jim Horn
By some guy a girl was called a soul mate,
And has been severely criticized as of late;
Friendly only being,
We were all seeing;
May end up being beginning of a new trait.
Jim Horn