Best Orifice Poems

He 
has certainly 
perfected the art 
of being a smart a** -
a trait that swims like a tadpole 
in his father’s gene pool
and nurtured by...

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Being gay is a nightmare,
Yet not for what it's worth,
But for the social wear and tear,
Of not fitting in on Earth.

Does my taste for men...

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Your conquering eyes desired to look inside,
wanted to know
what my uncharted heart had hidden within
So you sent a pleasure probe searching ...
exploring lips kissing virgin...

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morality sits on the nose 
of this blind man

an option of intrigue 
is there for the taking
  
that call, that lure 
from a feral...

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- The Goodbye Goose-               
Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all...

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The walker prevails without his brimmed hat, 
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats 
which seek to explore each orifice bare - 
to sample the blood...

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Through the opened orifice
of humanities consciousness,
the whirling, whirring, rush of rain;
tumults round the asphalts plane.

Spritzing, spreading, shrieking, zing…
the staccato sounds of wet spring;
the tinkling chimes,...

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Nameless nomad from nowhere needed nestling niche
 Emotions enveloped evermore excitement exuberant
 Vague venture veered on valiant venerable voyage
 Ever eager to enter enticing enclave...

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The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is...

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This writ shalt not make me loved!
But insanity, murder, lies and I do
not fit hand in glove.

This morning , abandoned soldiers' in
Kabul wives were raped.
Whilst...

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While a part of my soul longs,
To be carried away,
Far far,
From myself,
To another world,
To a mountain top,
To a lonely place,
To where the air is thin...

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LOVE

in the unreal hologram of weightless rainbow

I am...

in the lightning flash that opens an orifice in time

I am...

in the unsteady sand that exists in my...

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A third eye, an open ended
topsy-turvy petal blowing gap,
a vaginal bore, is what I’ve become.
The bloom's long gone. The petals sucked
dry with nectar long ago...

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Quatret Poetry Soup contest

Who can describe Nothing? 
Clue—it’s a little tricky to define. 
For you see, Nothing is Something. 
To disagree you should promptly decline.
If...

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Diverse masks I face on each day in hell,
locked within this bone-borne scaffolding;
where once two full lips had screamed farewell,
now, sound's denied without the balm...

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