Best Fallopian Poems
Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The ***** enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.
Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and plops into the uterine lube.
After a fierce battle
the fastest sperm wins.
Brakes through the egg's shell.
Then multiplication in ovum begins.
Oxygen and nutrients flow
through the umbilical cord.
From after birth on uterine wall.
Or placenta as it's sometimes called.
A little baby is growing fast.
Nine months to be exact.
The womb then contracts.
These are the facts.
Out pops a baby...
Simple as that!
Categories:
fallopian, baby, birth, blessing,
Form:
Verse
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
Categories:
fallopian, allegory, blue, color, deep,
Form:
Free verse
We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve
We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn
Prejudice has never been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears
When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve
Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn
Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form
When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give
Categories:
fallopian, hope, lifenature, world, nature,
Form:
Couplet
There is no mental telepathy between this union;
Because I guess the lack fallopian tubes in that pot belly that never feeds
Cut the tunnel of our communication till the only ocean view we have of each ‘worlds
is the sea men:
Testosterone, the test we are on where your manhood dangles while
Responsibility passes you by.
As if it did not oil its muscles while she came in the form of pleasure
Not that there is much to measure because what quickly comes only knows how to
go
Hiding in the folds of she who holds no cause
Inside her you spray your insidious seed and she screams bounty harvest
While flat on her back the only world she has ever known you've ripped apart
But then again you claim to be a healer;
Why then protect this world when you stealthily slipped in and diagnosed the cause
It is her naivety that is wrong with her
She should have practiced before she met perfect
She cannot claim that one thrust knows how to penetrate
Her morals are obviously too high-men cannot jump over that hurdle
Why then cry wolf when our trust merely thrust itself in and out?
Besides months have passed by since the last medical visit
So January’s coming cannot be the effect of my healing
One appointment cannot give a curing of the womb
So I will take it to my tomb that this is not my miracle
So weep all you want Responsibility;
After the pull out there is no re-connection not even a recollection
One bite from your apple Eve can never be my salvation!
Categories:
fallopian, father, father daughter,
Form:
Blank verse
Signature
Append the seal on the opening glee
Of performance agog with clapping drums,
The cylindrical bell calling to spirituous mundi
Screaming flew about in the air;
Perched on ears
And pecked on fertile hearts,
Consider not the frightened feet
Aching at commencement,
Wind to experiment, explore and applied
The agility in acrobatic anger
Of stretching sweating flesh,
Rhythmical muscles drawn vein taut
To the last drop of dew,
Hoofs prancing, prancing and prancing!
Ejaculating on the polished wood
With a millionth impregnated marbles spread tentacles,
Atomic spermatozoa bombast the uterus
Colonized the ovary and eke out
Inside, the embryonic yokes;
Suspended by clear albumen,
Fetal poles march strength with fallopian tubes,
Cavity swallowed them into humid sac
Plush pollen grains into zygotes
Springing anew buds in May,
Conceive earthlings with several asking branches
A lot of libraries;
A particular slanted eyeball
Began rumbling belch, lightening guffaw and thundering hiccup,
Tugging at umbilical chords,
Breathe knocking placenta on the head
And efflux out of the duress,
Spectra Butterflies flagging multi-coloured limbs
Faculty spiraling, twirling and tossing on elastic trunk,
Laser flashing touches swam in oceanic atmosphere,
Eager ritual leap of the gods,
Dagger usher out from scabbard
Plunge into dimple ample
Tip oozes indigo gore,
Sources of springing magenta
Began the back and forth stabbing,
Scribbling on the whitish flesh
Ink on tones of barks, bereft,
Spat spittle connived, reed shook together
Vein drawn to bursting,
Adaptation to suit thumb and forefinger
Pour the concoction, pour on the root.
Categories:
fallopian, work
Form:
Free verse
"The Mirrored War Room"
We are all mirrors
cloned reflections
The Key of Life
turns
Inside Woman
Womb eternal
Fallopian armed
for Love and War
left and right
Inside Woman
Portal
past into future
through other worldly
dimension
The Key of Life
turns
Inside Woman
The pain of childbirth
a small cross to bear
Soul transported
from the dark chamber
touched briefly
by the life giving Man
transported to
Life’s war room
received through a corridor
of temporal paradox
What Light
waits the other side?
Soul delivered safely
predestined
unsafe unknown emancipation
Another soul looks
for its Self
In the Mirrored War Room
Windows reflecting Windows reflecting
now slowly opening
knowledge
arrives
Soul finds Self
In the Mirrored War Room
Repeats Life Lessons
Remission of Sins
Soul departs Self
Survives
Returns,
Begins Again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
ljb/llb/gvlm
1. Emancipation
2. Women
3. Self Image/Perception
4. Soul
5. Reincarnation
6. Remission of Sins
7. Man
8. Life
9. Light
10.Love
Categories:
fallopian, birth, i am, image,
Form:
Free verse
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirteen
Oh! Woe! Woe! On pubic islet the dirty deed’s done
Bloodied needle leaves stain the Zen-rock cobbled garden
The derelict torn womb spills seminal fluids on the ground
Fallopian tubes shredded by the elements count down
Her mons veneris rough-scaled and crushed by bombarding rams
The cicatrised wooden ramparts no more serving as soil dams
Not a lamina of palmate leaf even so much as shaking hands
Where the maple tree once swayed to vulva-lapping tom-toms
This soggy desolation of mud and gangrened charred rock
Three weeping willows drooping wan lifeless at the water mock
Where even the wild fowl desert the juicy period spoils
Tell-tale signs of the Lady Lake’s pilloried grief in stock
Where the surgeon’s thrusting irons reigned now stands the shiny
bridge
Three dark as dungeons evergreens bear lurid witness knowledge
Of an unwholesome demonic deed done to the locked-in Dame
Look! That Ancient Bard of Nishapur will surely acknowledge!
Hark! The tulip-lipped Lass from Lahore walks downcast on stones!
The Maiden of the Main lifts her head to utter bye-bygones!
Pale Ol’ Khayyam still roams dreaming of the Dame of the Lake!
Yet the foul deed still resounds up to the highest heavens!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
fallopian, dream,
Form:
Quatrain
Tension Relief Program or TRP is a new treatment for a condition from which many of us suffer.
Step 1: Say "Footboatgoose" 3 times.
Step 2: Laugh.
If you cannot laugh, try restarting the program.
Saying "footboatgoose" 3 times may summon goofballs with bad hair, foul language, and noisy black & white striped suits.
TRP may cause ILLS(Infinite Logic Loop Syndrome).
If you develop ILLS, suspend using TRP and call Tech Support.
ILLS may make you unsafe to drive, so ask a friend to help you.
Treatment of ILLS is available and recovery is possible.
Side effects of TRP may include snorkel nose, pick-up stickyballs, and memory crapping.
Less common side effects may include trembling limbo bimbo, itchy fuzz-butt stubble, and jumping Macarena beans.
Men may experience interrupted pistachio stream and/or herniated taco sauce.
Women may experience runaway Fallopian tubin' and/or made in China milk.
WARNING: Saying "footboatgoose" around strangers may cause temporary detention.
TRP is still in development, but I think it is safe to use in moderation.
Please send all concerns to whom?
TRP v1.15 - Fit to Print
Categories:
fallopian, care, change, class, confusion,
Form:
Oceans in the skies;
Intangible spiritual realm;
Separated from physical;
Waters dew flow objectives;
Waters?
Oceans in the skies;
I who am a dreamer;
A space marathon;
Awakening not a dreamer;
Instilled resonates His presence-- God;
Flows I am Kingdom Life and light;
Heaven's space;
-walking, swimming, renewed through His grace;
Renewed bright;
Oceans in the skies;
Fallopian tube from heavens space;
Elohim's grace, surfaced;
To earthen vessel seed to egg, spiritual birthing;
Swimming still, glowing in the womb surfing;
Oceans in the skies;
Many levels;
of Heaven's
Streams lakes, rivers, oceans;
Oceans in the skies;
I'm spiritually high searching;
Oceans in the skies;
A profound and imaginative;
-- poetic expression conservative;
Oceans in the skies;
Categories:
fallopian, analogy, creation, inspiration, metaphor,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
expectant motherhood
doth generate aurorean
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrow, venerated x2c gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor Fallopian
helps jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking
topnotch venerated olympian
x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus healthily seen
joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted xpn zing baby dripping vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or mommas and papas genetic grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth water
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening speed lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterday,
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now his tis aged father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstrattion
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.
Categories:
fallopian, deep, fate, freedom, future,
Form:
Free verse
Jesus was love’s adorned forlornness package, exact and packed
But heaven’s fallopian in some, still remains unopened
For most a door of the hoping, rather than an opening
Formerly sealed by mind’s zeal, a veil, over love’s sacred face
Though to cover God’s face, is such a carnal sin of waste
Some receive this present with glee, never to open you see,
Saying I’ll open someday, when I finish my play
To receive the present is good, but to be the present they could,
If open, the present they would, and most certainly they should
For most certainly Christ’s blood, has covered sin with flood
You would certainly open a present of the material of strife
Why not open, heaven’s fallopian, this present, is life
To have the present, you must receive, but open please
So far, so good, if you would, for there is no reprieve,
To have love’s life you could, if only you would, perceive
So let us face, the sacred face, that bought us sacred grace,
And open the interior, to expose our inner mirror
The trouble we have, we don’t open our precious heart valve,
For the love that we have, there will always be striving trouble,
If we live in the double of the mind’s carnal bubble
To begin living , a present, you’ve been graciously given,
Break out, of mind’s prison, into immortality’s living
Therefore believing from your heart, is your most very good start
Your mind has painted you into a box, it is a worldly hoax,
Like the very small fox, know the kind? Jesus said, “nips your vine”
In ploy for control, the mind is so very bold, against soul
Though there is no scold, from heart’s fold, of God’s gold
The present remains unopened fallopian, a closed mold
For the old man of the mind against grace, took a stand
To find the new man, open your present and make a new stand
Continued
Categories:
fallopian, inspirational, lovesin,
Form:
Narrative
(following on figurative heals
sans, l'amour,
i.e.,and that bastard conception
of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant
ting, and Bing Frank.)
Expectant motherhood generates aurorean
sonogram x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus
healthily shimmering viz,
quasi hologram seen
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrows, venerated ecstacy doth gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor readies Fallopian tube cutting
helping jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking...
as future topnotch venerated Olympian
fast forward to joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplendent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted expanding zing
baby dripping Vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating
happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped
purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or the mommas
and papas genetic
copy wrought grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening
via speeding hurled lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterdays,
when my troubles seemed so far away
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of
decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony snickety offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now onset of autonomy
Das Agean sea sunned
father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstration
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.
Categories:
fallopian, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny
impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive
re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion
begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,
yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...
not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process
of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)
even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal
efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves
unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...
maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.
Categories:
fallopian, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Shortly seeking to take you
As a witty in-law,
I am in anticipation.
Do you vow to:
Love and to cherish
Keep your sweetheart
Free of bruises?
Hold her in
Sickness and health
In wealth and poverty
Till death do you part?
My sister and her family
Come as one parcel
We sell not our daughters
To men of the night.
The night of your cross-over
The scorpions that sit on the road
Will be cursed!
The witch that holds the fallopian tube
Banished
The broken plates
Packed with a flourish!
That night of your celebration
I’m rebuking the okra
That will not draw
In Tosan’s pot (tafia!)
Cursed be the palm oil
That will not whiten
When bleached
Cursed be the tangled bedspread
To trip your legs
On your mattress!
Together, the gods will unite
In your case,
We shall blow the horn
Of joy
On that beautiful day.
As I eagerly seek to take you
As loving in-law
I am in haste!
Categories:
fallopian, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
The things of the heart,
The mind didn’t start!
The mind blows,
The heart knows,
The prime directive,
Which is very effective!
The mind’s reflection,
Lacks perfection!
End this siege,
Restore love’s breach!
Give Love’s command,
A chance in your life,,, to stand!
Know by serpent strife,
There is no life!
So clear heaven’s fallopian,
Life’s doorway opening!
Now with a holy glow,
Seeds of life’s light will flow!
Wow! With a great wonder,
The elder will serve the younger!
Reflections of strife,
Will be replaced, by river of life!
Would you have a notion,
How a river can flow from the ocean!
By it’s prime directive,
Being ever so effective!
The precipitation, has a relation,
With the heat, the air, the sun, the moon,
For life’s love in action is not a goon!
For the love that you are,
Is a knowledgeable heir,
And inside your heart,
Love already knows,
As your mind blows!
Your heart already knows,
What your life thru your mind,,, is yet to learn!
Therefore churn,,,, your learning,
Inside your actually fire’s burning,
For it will greatly improve,
You, inside love’s grove,
Your discerning,
Concerning,
Your life!
3-1-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Categories:
fallopian, inspirational, loveheart, heart, love,
Form:
Rhyme