Best Impregnating Poems
Gone are the fields of winter white
soon to be replaced by hues of greens and yellows,
in the interim, fields of barren brown and dirty gold
turned, to breathe warm air from departed winter chill
Plumes of black and gray from mans machine
kneading the back of Mother Earths desire,
before impregnating her with the many seeds
that will produce offspring to quench mans many needs
oh, how lonesome she looks, so alone
holding yet to some remnants of children past,
left only to cradle her dead, left by man
yearning to suckle new life, as only a Mother can
Above, from the heavens, Father prepares
to germinate those so many seeds,
with life sustaining necessities only he is allowed
sunlight and life giving rain, loosened from the clouds
within days Mother is impregnated
she can feel the multitudes of organic life,
moving within her womb, yearning,growing, needing
the escape, to be warmed and nourished by the Sun
Minutes turn to hours, hours to days
suddenly weeks pass,and yet another life,
giving rain, descends from guilded clouds
arms and fingers, of her children, open, sustained
nearing the end of a warm and wonderful summer
it is time for Fathers other children,
to reap what he has sewn
time for Mother Earth to let her children go
My, how they have grown, tall,lush and full
of the fruit they were meant to bear,
to provide nourishment for the masses of seeds
grown to maturity, in need from the father
Again, the gray black plumes of mans machine
come to life, they move through her fields,
her children, like a predator among prey
until, she is left again, with remnants of children past
Soon she will be blanketed again in winter white
gone will be the warm breath of life,
her children taken from her, she is again barren
only to be betrothed to a promise of new life.
I wrote this on a day trip to Illinois from Iowa across wide open farm land.
God Bless....Taz
Categories:
impregnating, dedication, naturechildren, mother, winter,
Form:
Narrative
She’s dead they said!
She I thought. Who is she?
I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing.
On the bed, a lump, so dead.
Was that me? I asked my spirit guide.
My guide laughed; he always loves it
That it takes me a while to recognize my flesh body
Between life times.
Let’s go figure it out, he suggested.
We watched a video; my entire life as a woman.
As a she; I was still trying to get over it actually.
I was a mother and a grandmother? What was that like?
You don’t remember? He asked me.
He is amazed at my lack of long-term memory.
My short term memory is not that great either.
I do not hang on to bodies with much admiration or reverence.
We sat around watching other people’s movies.
These are your possibilities he told me.
Parent possibilities. It was all coming back to me now.
I do not want to be a girl! I told him sternly.
He laughed. Impregnating me as a boy, but the egg split.
So I came back around as a twin.
I was damned mad when I saw that the other twin was a boy.
And here I was a girl again. Some idiot doctor slapped my butt, and
I could not stop bawling!
Categories:
impregnating, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
We're in the foothills of a second civil war
the divide between left and right
burning and widening
Peace undermined by the rich behemoth... indifference
the uneven eye of the media leviathan
universities raping our children's minds
impregnating with stalinleninputinxi disease.
Slapping lady liberty in the mouth
with metal dongs of intolerance.
Cutting out tongues of freedom of speech-of religion-of differing opinion
and the socialist/commies and pacifist wonder why
we the people are stockpiling high caliber rights.
It's because mad clowns are running the government
entitled mad dogs are crapping in the streets
the elite and naive emptying jails and asylums
onto our streets.
While they sleep soundly behind gated communities
while their storm troopers are slicing the stars from old glory
never satisfied with anything.
Always burning and cutting and running-reaping
never sitting-talking -discussing-seeding...
burning tongues and bloody stars.
Amassing in the foothills of the second civil war.
Categories:
impregnating, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)"
“Don’t move,” she smiled gently,
“stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”,
I was sitting cross-legged
on the lush green bluegrass lawn
it felt like 70’s Shagpile carpet,
long and unshorn.
“I said, don’t move! There’s a Blue Tongue over there,
you’ll frighten it away, they don’t like to be scared.”
She was shielding her eyes surveying the yard
like a pirate on the high seas,
a ship on the Ocean,
while the Sprinkler
kept raining a moving waterfall
automatic motion
here and there buzzing bees
in the Kumquat Trees.
She was pointing to the boulder
next to the Lychee Tree
close to where I was
legs now unfolded
scrambling around on my knees.
It was around 5 in the avo not morn
we’d been there covered in sunscreen
for a coupla hours and
tired from the heat
we were all stifling yawns
in the sweltering sub-tropical garden
amongst her verdant jungle of flowers and ferns
there amongst the strawberry patches, passionfruit, Lady Finger trees,
Pineapples, PawPaws, grapes, tomatoes,
and towers of fragrant sweet Jasmine, Lilac-mauve Wisteria
plunging Deep Velvety Red Bougainvillea,
flirty Sweatpeas and
the pungent Pink Frangipani
impregnating the air with it's fat-belied
perfume, the scent of which to this day
sends one into absolute delerium; then
came the whirring blood-suckers
that bombed us in buzzing swarms
never foiled no dignified treaty -
one was never forwarned,
that left itchy-bites and
eventually weeping sores,
feeling sorry for ourselves
the breeze carried our songs of retreat to which she’d
impart, “Shush! Don’t carry on,
everyone will hear you way out on the Street!”.
“They like your blue blood, that’s why!”,
she explained in exasperation, kind of worried
spraying us with Stingose.
“Tonight we’ll put up the nets and
burn the Tiger Coils”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
For Lynette
(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izQsgE0L450
Categories:
impregnating, childhood, daughter, joy, love,
Form:
Free verse
A trio of warblers jargon
a madrigal in harmony.
Their polyphony awakens
a slumbering dawn from darkness
while white dewy daffodils, like
saintly daughters of charity,
bow before the paragon sun.
A gentle zephyr diffuses
its collection of fragrances
from the myriad wildflowers
it encountered on its journey
eastward; sojourning, perfuming,
impregnating the morning air
with its sweet, volatile essence.
Categories:
impregnating, nature, daffodils,
Form:
Verse
Hello, January
Yea, the Roman God Janus
The ruler of new beginnings,
The first hour of the day
The first day of the month
The first month of the year.
You are blessed with two heads
One head to look forward
And the other for retrospective view
I take inspirations from your two heads
For new objectives and new commitments
And to renew the old commitments.
To cast the old and welcome the new.
The shortest day has passed
The days are getting longer
Soon I can stay out in a twilight.
Though January named after you,
Two seasonal diversions are around
To ease the bites of winter.
Though there’s quietness all around
But secret activities are in full swing
The soil absorbs the pure rains
And micro organisms converting
Fodder into usable nutrients
For the next crop of plants.
The hungry earthworms force a way
Impregnating the soil to welcome
The seeds and bare roots to come.
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Date 8-1-14
Form: Free verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Hello, January by Vicky Tsulima
Categories:
impregnating, january,
Form:
Free verse
I WISH I WEREN’T A SPIDER
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I wish I weren’t a spider, not even my relatives are a friend
Getting close to another kinsman could bring a lethal end
We're not a glamorous group, we are hairy and scary
We set up snares and spin webs snagging the naive n unwary
If you visit my web I’ll spin you into a tailored silky cocoon
In time I’ll drain you, you’ll end up resembling a sun dried prune
Now I ask you, is that a hygienic way to earn a living
I hide in nooks n crannies, my bites totally unforgiving
Most of the time you’ll get a little fever maybe some pain
But the fright that I cause is so impossible to contain
Now, I’ve got kin in a place called the land down under
Being not aware of their presence is a fatal blunder
In South America we are big, hairy and lightning quick
We hide in holes, when prey ambles by, our pounce is slick
In the jungles we can spin webs several meters across
Snagging creatures n eyeing them as they struggle n toss
No escape: some will become a gourmet’s month long meal
Spun silks are sturdy, flexible, elastic, yet stronger than steel
The mating process is a venturous trip with fatal chances
We’ve got to lure and subdue her into hypnotic trances
Being lucky enough to catch her, turns into a dangerous ordeal
After impregnating, I got to be quick or I’ll be her next meal
She’ll get her comeuppance from babies carried underside
They’ll rapidly devour her; how she lived is how she died
Now I ask you is that a commendable way to exist
We will never be included in any preferred list
But if I were a butterfly so fragile n brightly colored
I’d flit from flower to flower, sweet nectar easily devoured
I’d be regaled, loved and showered with daily praise
I’d be included in children’s books on the front page
Categories:
impregnating, allusion, butterfly, children, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
The Judgement Day
The Shaking and quaking of earth, the splitting and blasting of heavens
The undeniable promise of the Lord shall happens
Unmounting of the mountains and outbursting of the fountains
The signs no one will question again
Impregnating the Pregnant earth and women
Happening of the irrefutable Event in Sudden
Every breathing soul and living beings as a whole
Meeting their fate , no way of escape from the Parole(One that is Promised)
Fleeing from the Brother, nursling kid and women
The man, nursing mother and the husband
Deeds or misdeeds however small it may be
will not be left unrewarded, indeed
That day the order of the Lord will prevail
Thine decisions , no one dare to rival(challenge)
The inequalities and injustice, will be equalized all
The idols of the infidelity will have a down fall
Muhammad Imtiaz
Categories:
impregnating, allah, bible, death, judgement,
Form:
Couplet
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.
Categories:
impregnating, brother, memory, mom, passion,
Form:
Free verse
First of all, I'm getting so sick and tired of these men impregnating these women and not
taking care of their children. These men had become a bunch of dead-beat dads since their
children have been born. Every guy in America knows that if they're going to be the best
fathers they can really be, then they need to help these women, the mothers of their
children, raise their kids. But by these men wanting to be there for these women during
pregnancy, they're not helping out at all. What's so cold about these dead-beat dads is
when they're not paying child support and not only that, when these women tell the men
that they're pregnant with their unborn children, they'll disappear, leave town for good.
What's also so cold about these men is that they knew that they were going to be fathers
and they knew that these unborn children were theirs to begin with. And not only am I sick
of these men not taking care of the children they already have, I'm also sick and tired of
these womanizing men always getting other women pregnant with their unborn babies, born
out of wedlock. The next thing everybody knows, there's going to be more children born to
different women by the same guy, even by the year 2015. This type of irresponsible
behavior has got to stop. What I'm basically trying to say to the men of America is that
they have options: either wear condoms, leave these women alone, or step up to the plate
and take care of their kids. And if these men aren't going to help their women raise their
children, they shouldn't have parental rights at all. My suggestion for these men is this:
if all of the guys don't want anymore kids with different women, all of the guys really
need to wear condoms, because these kids are going to keep coming from Heaven to Earth
every single time.
Categories:
impregnating, epicchildren, care, men, women,
Form:
Epic
Blessed with two heads
Welcoming new aims to view
Review-renew old
Quietness all around
Secret actions in full swing
Impregnating soil.
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May 7, 2014
Form: Haiku
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win
Contest: Two haiku on January by Irma, Skat-A
Categories:
impregnating, january,
Form:
Haiku
Let our hands interlock into a
beautiful zipper of prayer and
take pride in being african!
"What is the pride of being
african"
Asks a girl- unknowing of the
roots from which her family
tree grows ..
The lines on the palm of her
hands resemble the veins of
the african leaves she was
born into. Her
Bi-racial hair curled up in locks
of african beauty
Nd yet she asks " what is the
pride of being african?
An african woman whose only
pride is the curve of her hips
and the natural arch of her
back- ignoring the map with
which her mind can make- or
the different shades of brown
her skin radiates into the rich
airs of africa..
In the middle of an undeclared
war
We uncounciously submit to a
mental slavery ..seeking
comfort in the pains of the
past.. Slitting our rists with
resentment and self pity..
Handicappin our minds -
moving forward but still
arriving at the previous
destination!
Such wounded nations!
Why do we scrape the african
tatoo in the arteries of our
hearts by poking the the past
makin way for its venom to
make us bitter...
Perpetually impregnating our
minds
Only to give birth to a
vendetta!
Is that the pride of being
African!
Adding insult to injury
we duck and cover
Hidding from the touch of rain
Shieldin ourselves from the
sun's smile
But then.. Then we embraced
the weather and posed in the
sun as if God was takin a
piicture..
Then children with no toys
believed they could transform
oxygen into gold
Then a mother through trials
nd tribulations could still find a
corner within the circle of her
mud hut
Then the diamonds of Africa
lay in the sparkling eyes of a
new born -raised to the
heavens as an African
declaration
I listen to the invisible wind
chimes made by mother
nature
Singing songs of praise
Painting african countries on
this canvas we call Africa!
I see the poetry that lies
within future Nelson
Mandelas.. Seretse Khamas..
Futures You's and Me's
I inhale the soils and all the
memories imprinted on them
jus as Africa is imprinted on
me -
I rub off hurtful footprints of
hunger
slavery..
All for the pride of being
african
Let our hands interlock like a
beautiful zipper of prayer- nd
take pride in being african
Categories:
impregnating, africa
Form:
Prose Poetry
Intertwining our words. Our thoughts lay between sheets.
Conscience climaxes ; your wisdom erupts within me.
Absorbing your awareness, I conceive your insight.
Impregnating my understanding with your brilliant mind.
Growing inside my thoughts are the visions we share.
I bare the lovechild of our poetic love affair.
Categories:
impregnating, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
Categories:
impregnating, world,
Form:
Free verse
Gradually the beautiful bright day has been changed by the thick dark EVENING.
A lot of mouths and voices knocking at the doors of my heart impregnating
my world of REASONING.
So far away deep into the thick darkness strange cries are HEARD.
Somebody has lost a job,somebody got badly hurt bad things swimming
all over and somebody just DEAD.
Somebody is so worried because of fears of no help or hope in the TOMORROW.
Poverty,hunger and strife put ropes and poison in the hands of good
people and suggested peace through suicide so much adverse SORROW.
Somebody just had admission to the Uni,somebody just got a job
and somebody had all A's in his EXAM.
Fisherman at the shores mending their nets and singing in delight,market women
nodding to the songs on their tinny radios and farmers relaxing
under trees over palm wine all excited for a bountiful blessing from their FARMS.
The sunrise and sunsets have began and ended many LIVES.
The mother day births happiness,love,hatred,good news,bad news
and caused a stab in a small innocent heart by many blood thirsty KNIVES.
Reminding each of us and all of us that soon ours eyes would CLOSE.
Some would be called some would not,a divine selection
we all don't stand a chance to OPPOSE.
A new day would soon be BORN.
And would be the same as today or can even be worse in your flesh a big THORN.
Destiny can be unmade,and made through a BLOOD.
A water of life and eternity I have secretly in a dirty GOURD.
A dirty gourd indeed,because it doesn't look ATTRACTIVE.
Only those with the ears and eyes can PERCEIVE.
Try CHRIST!!!
Your lives MUST!!
Categories:
impregnating, africa, hope,
Form:
Rhyme