Best Genital Poems
Hot Sue, many guys sought to romance her
But she fell for a Chippendale dancer
Stuck bucks in his G-string
But found his wedding ring
Right next to his genital enhancer
*Entry for Miranda Lambert's "Burlesque" contest
We forget lessons learnt in moments of bliss.
Our minds wiped clean with a passionate kiss.
To attain something called love we take a risk.
You indulged in lust and lost your focus.
I fell into a trap with out even knowing.
I accepted dark glazed with
light ,tempted by the glowing.
Lust never helped my
heart and its growing.
The juices of your genital was
the only thing flowing.
You see lust and love are to different things.
Lust unfurls the condoms ring.
Love unfurls a wedding ring.
I want more than lust.
I needed your love loyalty and trust.
Thus that's were the fuss started with us...
You wanted my flesh,I wanted your soul.
I guess that's why two different stories were told
Self knowledge equated to the encyclopedia
and perceived facts, products of personal reasoning
the efficacy of thoughts should not be questioned
and assumptions simply made real and absolute
Typical of such a thought stamps on convictions that
the banana and plantain are the same
a superior race surely exist
leg size has a great correlation with the male’s genital
the measure of one’s success is solely factored
in his accumulation of wealth
and money is the root of all evil.
This mindset can walk on hot coal just to prove these points
Columbus was the first European to visit the Americas
bulls are colour blind and bats are completely blind
women are subordinates to men
and a pure heart is one which covers its body from head to toe
This mind can even tear its clothes to rags
in displeasure to your opposition to issues such as
Sydney is Australia’s capital
the earth’s evolution is the cause of day and night
Africa is a country and its inhabitants exchange
morning greetings with the Lion and the Chimpanzee
and Neil Armstrong is the first human to journey into out space
Despite carrying the internet even to the dreams
and having global captions mixed with daily breath
assumptions such as these are nurtured
religiously, with rigidity and military acceptance
the biggest illiterate of the 21st century is one
who cannot learn, unlearn and relearn
so said Alvin Toffler, the Australian Educationist.
Oh sorry! The American futurist
On the Mother Moon
Between the lipatospace and terrloid of two techtronic plates, great fountains of terrasawl pour from a captured dormant lake,
Crimsondands of cluster clouds, and seep oily resin amidst, smoking craterlike angulated compact pressing fleeing corralmist.
Giants shift as if anger was a pledge, where anglights spear trogalights in a nightmares purple wedge,
Hematite between two gifted globe’s, motionless she slips, dombing underpasses amide horologic cliffs.
Crippled vanes compressed afar across and gaping cheels of light, scream tearing peaks encounter triapoks silent ghostly nights..
Uneven acropolis’s acrylic tombs conceive, monumental infinity in calculating reprieve.
Formulated gas clouds envelope acrid crystal mists,
Amidst aggregated life forms recriminated, encrotelamented correlated twists...
Electro formations spiral tide, escaping eraptulites risk,
Riding seahoppers that do collide, encapsulating risk.
Ruthless. And Immortal diseased micro iridescences float away, on mirrored purple sky lops corroded into apparel, Where mammoth tuskers flounder and sing alongside the screaming whale...life breathes toxic gasses in a criptalonic lung bored in senapods underbelly slung.. On this moon now encapsulating life,
Grotesque forms of female genital the size of giant hands, like tortured rubber bands, Lay naked here on tectonic plates on volcanic ancient sands.
B eauteous bewitching botanical gardens in the early morn
R ivers rhythmically running, as we race to adorn
E verlasting earthly echoes, the beauty that is shown
A bundant acoustical atmospheres playing heavens tone
T imeless tall trees that titillate the aromatic air
H oofing hormonal horses mating their scented mare
T ropical topless tanning on the island of the blue lagoon
A lphabetical ascending acrostic’s that sing to the moon
K ookie kinky kisses that I shall receive from you
I mpulsive inviting incantations in our lovers brew
N aughty nightly nightgowns of witch you will undress
G orgeous genital gestures, that I shall soon caress.
March.09.2016
For Breathtaking Acrostic Contest
Dear Soupers, some of you have read my piece on FGM….Female Genital Mutilation for Richard Lamoureux’s Contest: Girl Rising. One of you has suggested signing a petition so that this grievous practice will be stopped. I’m happy to inform you that something IS being done by my church organization in the enditnow campaign. The Women’s Ministries Department of the SDA church along with ADRA (Adventist Development and Relief Agency), a non-profit organization, have banded together to get petitions signed to bring about awareness about this awful practice so that steps can be taken to outlaw it in many African countries. You CAN sign and be a part of it. The letter you will be signing is going to the Secretary General of the United Nations, Ban Ki-Moon. Yes...all the way to the TOP! I JUST NOW signed and it is as easy as pie! Please...take a stand.
Here is the link: Please check it out if you want to speak out for those whose voices are not heard.
http://www.enditnow.org/news-kenya-female-genital-mutilation
Love and prayers,
Eileen M Ghali
Left over overspills are a typewritten error and a grammatical code of which there is no collision of nouns, verbs or adjectives. Descent described design deriving dug dirt. And a soil no shine. A voided coloured counting ball is many balls on cruises to oil lakes. Found in farm grounds. Sluice then slice slice slice. But thrice times an angle in a wailing tree is nit a crystallized orb nor is it a hyperlink or a cycle of cubic measurement. Mature mo frozen italic of thought to a paper in the mind. And gathering although hazardous is another feat to match the toes of soul. Anatomical wisdom rattle. Shake shake shake. And a smiley snake grimaces at very tight reeds to pass to get the kill. Good. Greedy goblins grabbing gestational genital garments giving going gravitationally. And in addition to this a wide mouthed toad sits on that cake over there. Good. Fake that freezer pop. Z augments Z pathologically Z
Carnal woman has sweet smell of fragrance
To create the finite atmosphere of fantasy,
With potent powers and primal ambiance,
Beguiled intruding hearts entrench in ecstasy.
A carnal woman filled with burning stars,
In lust for love adventure walks through life,
What powerful might touches men senses?
The margin of errors is sharper than a knife.
Wildest desires to rule in tempestuous waves,
Taking brave souls on a journey for two,
Through beautiful glades and marshy places,
Demands stopped where slippery flames flew.
And own innocent dreams lost in a moments thrill
The muddy air of flaws transforms into delights,
A bliss that can be more sublime than present will
Trapped in ruin vows by many lonely nights.
A kiss to cover sins for eternity is an exquisite
Genital fire, nothing more than cloudy explosion,
To ruin integrity and scars leave the saddest merit,
Glowing warm in ashes on the floor of compulsion.
Where fascination can see no light in the dark,
Character holding together thighs and magnetism,
Loosen by talk and the blighted spirit scarlet mark,
Nocturnal reincarnation precipitate ecstatic mysticism.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being labelled inherently racist.
or perpetually oppressed...
When all children want to do is share a square of sand
(no regard to the color of skin).
They're truly clueless as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being drilled on complicated topics of sex.
When they don't even know how to spell or do simple math.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are fighting back.
Against "teachers" and administrators who want to shove innocence down their dark rabbit hole of hormonal tinkering, genital mutilation, and moral oblivion.
Let them grasp what a noun is before tossing funhouse pronouns at them.
Let them walk a rainbow instead of constantly being slapped in the soul with a barbed version of it.
In short, let them be children...
Fill their heads with the blossoms of literacy, kindness, and respect.
Don't fill their hearts with the ball bearings of every societal tremor.
I'm dumbfounded as to why they fancy labeling attentive parenting an act of terrorism.
alternately titled: breast damned fallacy hi-jinxed!
In her “60 Minutes” interview aired
Sunday (March 26th, 2018),
the **** star known within red district
as Stormy Daniels bared
her "naked lady" version
swearing oath of honesty,
she emphatically dick cleared
on a stack of video nasties,
and x-rated 'zines
now she can live rest of life
guilt free offloading
hush money endeared
a posteriori into infinitely
jesting bordello loop
with calmly enchanting bug eyed,
drooling media hounds,
whose nostrils flared
squelching the trumpeting Don,
who maliciously glared
for traitorously breaching
“genital man's agreement”),
playing the (sock it to him role
of goody two shoes)
christened Stephanie Clifford)
shaggy long haired
pseudo Mayflower madam averred
to right justice in sought after
condom free nation,
where the turkey
ought tubby national bird
mandating free codicil
to second amendment as of furred
thus, that ass hide from right to bear arms
premature sea r man ejaculation
of Peter ought to be heard
where sudden sound
sans pubis seams burst
jock strapped unseen bulging Johnson's
onslaught hail of expletives cursed
out the mouth of salty sailor spewing Prez,
hook halled for a recess first
and foremost before
questioning resumed
automatically immersed
within tawdry tabloid pulp pit
whore sing Bacchanalian refused to quit
particularly when groin
set zipper (flimsy – obviously,
NOT put thru linkedin
locked down rigorous paces
realized, when pry vet eyelit
of trouser snake split)
yielding singular (nada so sterling)
gamut gallimaufry variegated erector set
with singular bulbous
ram rod rocket like trivet.
Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
albeit beastie boy
figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,
countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she facilitated emotional airflow
i.e. Stephanie Dodds,
(sat straight as an arrow)
whereat this client purged, avow
hid lee, his psycho
logical reflux backflow
(Matthew Scott Harris) did crow
as said professionally trained
medicine woman actively listened,
(no doubt other male patients
similar to yours truly entertained
(alignment with see
thing hormonal concurrence,
where ego super vies iz
Id dee hot - hook line, and sinker
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
who sired, midwifed, and fathered
psychoanalytic theories)
sexual kindled fantasies,
viz being bedfellow
this soul, hood doth not bellow,
but keeps mum
(during my allotted time),
yet willingly shares
with utter strangers
intimate gal olive
hunt ting fantasy,
that doth beshadow
obviously no intent to breach
such prurient thoughts, bestow
foolscap upon mine noggin,
and most definitely blow
future appointments
with aesthetically pleasing
(tomb maa cryptic) bowwow
wing hot diggity
dog inner primate, perhaps,
and not surprisingly get brow
beaten, where dire
erect tor of facility
wilt hell me
"go take a hike to
penile solitary bungalow,"
where all manner of
libidinous desires wanna burrow
(where warren peace
can thrive hare and now),
on par with rabbit - burr reader,
which confinement would
not principally peter out
till dawning transgression vetted,
and avered final cockrow
trumpeted, norte - til last cornrow
reaped, hence unable
to thwart counterblow
permanently, doth nada
different she hate
lustful zeal from eye
dims sum – genital fateful dayglow,
thence high lee
grant ting deathblow
to testosterone laden satiety,
randy proclivity, and
concupiscent adoration from
combine nation of #endow
ments to ghost of - Grant
yule leases eyebrow
raising candy cane upon fallow
da weeder foreshadow
wing sowing field of poetically
wet dreams plying fecund,
feminine, and fertile ground
godaddy on his gangplow.
They made death a saint
With their sword and powder
As they butchered her silly;
Her sweet bean was their bile.
Rudely they moved their razor
To the natural point she ever prided
And slashed it like carrot
Her cone they laid on another tatters;
Massaging their pride with her sinless blood.
Then they brought out their ageless gourd
And poured out their satanic powder
Upon her bleeding scar -
Like spice on their bar-be-cue.
Though loudly she cried,
The mean were not samarithan.
My wife believed
that since we were married
that we should share everything together equally,
so I infected my wife with an STD.
My wife now like I has genital herpes.
Ours is truly a marriage that shares equally.
The acne vulgaris
Was rampant in Paris
From forehead to shin
It erupted all over the skin.
The blooming bachelor,
Living on wine and gin,
Frequented the whore,
And forgot his sin.
Three weeks later,
Developed an atypical ‘canker’
His family doctor
Diagnosed this as a genital chancre.
The Paris-acne is not ‘young man’s pinple’
Its cause is subtle and not so simple!
It’s a blunder of raging hormone,
The signature of a sin, long forgotten!!
I am a differeent incarnation of a poet who garnered a lot of praise for writing a poem on a
subject matter a lot people thought of consequence, as do I. So if you took my advice and
showed my other poem to your children, cool, and now let them read about how to do what
brought six of my friends down in eight years…..I’m telling you dudes the s**t is deadly…..so
Little Johnnie or Tommy:
THINK ABOUT THE POOR MINK
Those are the breaks
For making mistakes
That’s how it goes
When weeds slay a rose
Look you all
because I’ve got something you probably don’t care to hear
But I have vehement verbiage I want to voice
I want to tell you people that I’ve been places that scare even Satan
Imagine that,
The father of fear
Making hs own fear clear
I’ve used items you all think are totally benign
A baby’s pacifier, an eye dropper, a medical needle , and a thin strip of paper from money
If anyone had any dollar bills left
…………because the end of the eyedropper is a bit too thin to hold the needle without what we
called a “collar”
It was more like a noose
That which we called a “collar” made to bring us relief
Oh, and this I never knew back then,
but a lot of shirts come with cotton on the back of a button.
So if we didn’t have cotton to filter out the particles that may clog your needle we’d use the
back of a button, a cigarette filter or invent something with junkie ingenuity.
And then you need a hairpin and a bottle top from a soda
And you use the hairpin as a handle for the little frying pan you cook the dope up in
I’ve seen people shooting dope in bodily areas you may not believe
Because either he or she had no viable veins they could find
So they shoot it in incredible places such as under their eyeball
Between their toes
All in an effort to make certain nobody knows
The genital area is excellent but mostly for a dude
Chicks don’t have as many places, and much thinner veins