Best Musk Poems
We walked down the stairs away from the crowd
Could still hear the mellow tones of the viola's resonant sound.
We strolled along the shore, Hands touched for the first time
His eyes locked within my own,sent tingles down my spine.
Our rhythmic heart-beats raised, to the crashing wafts of waves.
His nose slight-rubbed my own.I got lost in his embrace.
His musk the scent of sea-wind,perfumed the midnight air
Whispers played against my neck's nape,His hand tangled in my hair.
In the shadows of Spring's moon He pulled me closer,tilted my head to the right
Whispered softly in my ear,'neath the stars' flickering light.
He ran his index finger across the rose-blush of my lips
He leaned forward,as warmth lingered,and I tasted his first kiss.
Our wants longer than forever,Sheer bliss fulfilled our dreams
The sand is still and glistening,and breathless is the breeze.
Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one.
A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll launch
The critter with a paunch
Always croaking like a bullfrog
Trump wrote a poem about the day
A verse about those who will pay
For insubordination
He'll demand castration
Through vengeance, he will get his way
Took them all to the launching pad
The rat, the dog, Fat Kim and Vlad
Cast them into deep space
Earth will be a safer place
When it's saved from those who are madddd
Kim Jong Un asked to be on board
It was a seat he could afford
"Take Putin for the ride"
Trump wants him at his side
Into space and beyond they soared
The real 'rocket man,' evil Kim
Thinks the world should belong to him
Trump and Vlad lost in space
Lil Pudge will take their place
And King will be his pseudonym
the power of scent
the fragrance of mother earth...
seduction in mind
Entered Musk Poetry contest
Sponsor Anthony Biaanco
26/1/2023
As red musk fragrance from the steamed en suite
escapes to her boudoir
from oil essential jar
a silken nightie trimmed with lace complete
she slips light-fingered on to flawless skin
then she adjusts the light
soft glowing for the night
with graceful movements lifts the sheets, turns in.
Then on the pillow she lays down her head
relieved to leave behind
the weight of weary mind
the balm of slumber she will seek instead.
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Enclosed Rhyme contest
Hosted by Dear Heart
Placed 6th
27th September 2018
Monstrously Machievellian
Demonic pedagogic
Ominously Orwellian
Demagogic logic
Fools’ Musk-ovite mules
Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist
Dickensian dystopia rules
Google last post bugle
Fossil fuels myopia drools
Bellicose Bezos blows
Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey
Unions demonstrate
Amazon defenestrate
Hades Gates hierarchy
In the dock
Murdoch foxy skulduggery
Poxy TikTok runs amok
Crass puns..shock thuggery
This lot don't give a jot
.
Bitter sh**ter Twitter
Greedier needier seedier
The death of mass media
X marks the spot!
Elon Musk and I have a lot in common, in fact we could be cerebral twins, we are both rich, we are both geniuses, we are both insane, well him 1/2 me fully and we have both sent objects into space. he sent a car, I sent my ex up there. Ok actually what I did was, tie a bunch of helium balloons around her neck and up she went. I assume she made it. She's probably driving around up there in Elon's car and laughing all the way to the moon bank, not having to use any fuel up there. Thanks Elon. Next time hand me a call, I would have asked you to send a donkey up there, not that car.
Musk
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire.
Musk..
She drives a blue beetle
She eyes the pastor
" See you on Sunday "
She is not shy ..
She has a blue umbrella ..
She checks her hair
in the puddles.
The church is calling her.
Musk
Dare to ask
Notice me
My my a my
Dream girl
" There is great and there is cheat
And they compete
There is high and there is low
It blows hot or cold
There is irritate and there is pleasure "
The pastor sprays his preach.
Mixed feelings she has to measure.
And then she kneels to pray
For peace without war.
Mysterious Musk..
In a rush
Flips me frivolous
She drive's off in a huff
Her blue beetle leaves a dust
Tinted and in a musk.
Who is she ...
I dont have a name
Before I love her
I'll call her Musk
She had my head turning
I watched her
Leave a cryptic fragance ..
It is fascinating
And me ...O me
Had another glance.
There she goes again.
Musk
Her spellbinding scent
I'll never forget
Her independence
And incense
A reason to
Admire
Hope this dream
Never ends
Allthough
There was eye contact.
Unmusking the Lies - Poem written to Elon Musk
In the stillness of night, a truth stirs and grows,
A chorus of voices, where our history flows.
From the ashes of burdens, our spirits ignite,
Our pain woven deep, and we’re reclaiming our light.
Elon, hear our cries—this narrative’s flawed,
To claim we are killers, is a strike at theawed.
The echo of struggle, the chant you condemn,
Is a cry for the fallen, for our lost sisters and brethren.
"Kill the Boer," they chant—not a call to the blade,
But a voice through the silence, where our heroes were laid.
It reflects the suffering, the scars of the past,
A fight for our freedom, a hope built to last.
We carry the weight of history’s chains,
But our joy and our strength break free from the pains.
We aren't the oppressors; we rise, we stand tall,
In the shadows of anguish, our spirits won’t fall.
So listen, dear world, and lend us your ear,
For the truth of our struggle is steeped in our fear.
To label us violent is to silence our soul;
We rise from oppression, reclaiming our whole.
The chants of the past are our stories of strife,
They honor the fallen, they honor our life.
In the face of injustice, we won’t turn away,
We’ll sing for the chosen, who fought night and day.
So stop with the labels, and see us anew,
For our strength is in unity, and our hearts hold the truth.
That mourning is layered, and pain wears many forms,
But in justice and healing, our resilience transforms.
Let love be the narrative, let wisdom be clear,
For only in understanding will we silence the fear.
Together, we rise, hand in hand, side by side,
In the tapestry of justice, our souls will abide.
Still, a hint of musk
remained behind on
the shirt he last wore,
a faint reminder of skin
pressed up against mine,
the essence of sweat &
tears that lingers a lifetime
This was inspired by Silent One's poem,
"Prisoner Of Poetry"
Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of
but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid
Let me penetrate your senses with my wildish ways
cleaving shadows of your night, I will bring you day
I am not a flower to be cast aside just like the rest
take good care of me and I will surely bloom in May
Let me be your muse's musk, powdery sweet like earth
leaving trails of inspiration on your velvet book of love
I am not a garden trinket nor your favorite rose my dear
talk to me as if I were a prayer, written just for thee.
For I am no longer a prisoner of your poetry Dear One
just a simple musk-filled muse, reaching for the Sun...
There once was a fellow named Musk.
Who bought a blue bird out of love,
He fed it the First Amendment.
The greenies condemned him to death.
Turning blue when they swallowed his tusk-
They flashed the dog-eared race card
To blot out the man of the stars.
For they fancy only obedient sheep
sheared sheep to pad the globalist dream
They'll drive Musk into the mountains of Mars-
Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first love, sex, sexy, lust, passion, desire, school, student, teen, teenage, learning, bus, foreplay, fingering, odor, musk, romance, romantic, humiliation
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
She walks inside the room
a heavenly scent follows
as I softly trace her pulse
all the way to my crazy
senses
I cannot place my finger
on the emotion
it evokes
She makes me think
of fishing days
on hot summer nights;
Olfactory memories
run through me
and I think to myself
but of course,
she must be wearing
musk
In our phonetics class of tongue-tasking
Students delight in pronunciation basking
Musk is distinct against mosque… just checking
And musk differs from mask; that’s so striking!
With definitions for queries, asking
“Can musking be right, when mask has masking?”
Yes, musk is common noun … now, scent, leaking
While Boy Musk is fresh from fish-smell stinking.
In science, musk is said for right picking
As good perfume in adventure trekking
Likewise used to treat and heal some aching
With medicinal aid for health’s waking.
For musk benefits* of mankind’s seeking
Such are favored to fight body-wrecking
That shouts “I’m alive, alert, still kicking…
Thank God for His grace; I praise Him, my King!**
*“Modern pharmacological studies have proven that musk possesses potent anti-inflammatory effects, neuroprotective effects, anti-cancer effects, antioxidant effects, etc. Moreover, muscone, the main active ingredient, possesses anti-inflammatory, neuroprotective, antioxidant, and other pharmacological effects.” Zoology, chemical composition, pharmacology, quality control and future perspective of Musk (Moschus): a review, June 19, 2021
** Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
January 17, 2023
8th place, "YOUR CHOICE AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; Judged on 2/21/2023.