Best Unfertilized Poems

O’ Word

O’ word, for my Bibliogenesis 
‘My Dolly’
You are not fatherless
That I love you in the
Mouth of dear one Aesthesiogenically.
I feel you in my Parthenogenesis veins
Like an unfertilized egg
With the traffic-jammed
In my polluted blood.
I Streep teased my desire
That breathes in your mouth.
The world is made...

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The place is so dark
Feels like unfertilized in an egg shell
Can't imagine how to stark
Can't hear anything to tell

Suddenly a distant door popped and appear
Too far from me I can hardly see
I was breathing underneath my chest that spear
Like an arrow molded to pierce and...

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A poet  is often bombarded by the meaning of words
He got to have a physical relationship with language
With the structural elements like couplets and stanzas
Using imagery, rhymes of myriad emotions to manage.

Language and structure with imagination and expression
In my veins like an unfertilized egg...

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The curves of her body are not for your hands to slide,
For that she buries herself under the pardahs, for them curves to hide.
Those two freaking eye balls, follow her assets everywhere,
Buddy, you are not blessed with that pair, to just stop and stare!

Look at...

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It's deeper than chemistry
We're connected
By our hearts,  by spirit,  mentally
Your mistakes caused pain
But couldn't replace what we have
I said I wouldn't but I forgive you
You're wonderous
Can't be mad at you
Wouldn't dare go against my heart to leave you
Don't even want to see life...

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O’ Word, “My Dolly”
You are not fatherless for my Bibliogenesis
I feel you in my veins Parthesiogennesis
With the traffic-jammed, like an egg unfertilized
In my polluted blood, my desire streepteased.
The world is made up of things that don’t speak
But they have a language and a reason to...

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My latest President
also appreciated Americans
he may never meet
or hear
or smell

Not to mention out to get
ever better tasted,
with or without informed consent,
not so vulnerably seen
or transparently felt
with copassioned
trauma-free intent,
yet not actually met,
just yet

And
I am confused
that any President would feel
he needs to say this,
as if appreciating Americans
were...

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I have played thief. I 
have gone a-viking, and
I have stolen the encapsulated equivalents of uterine
linings. 
(from various species of fowl)
I at this very moment delight in the taste of the
unfertilized gamete, and may I just say that these lifeless 
cholesterol bombs go very well...

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I hear thunder trembling on the ground
Lawford's cart is coming down the lane
Contracting into pain
Grumbling like a young girl
Feeling her end of month pain again
Crying in the embrace of her womanhood
Passing like landslide under her feet
The unsoiled moment soiling her grief
Her fertility dripping away
The next...

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Your lily white skin belies 
the cracked visage required for your attainment.
You spread, all to willingly, upon my black heat.
The edges of you curling with unseemly delight.
And while my iron heart holds many things above you,
only you arrive unfertilized, virginal to my frame.
The core of...

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Romantic overtures
like gaudy butterflies 
kissing all blooms 
that come their way,
teasing me, haunting me,
flirting with me
and playing havoc 
with my feelings
 
Are you really harmless?
Is it fatal poison I drink?
I ask for hero worship
I get senseless fiddle-fuddle.
I ask for endearing emotions,
I get teasing quips
and seamy...

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Broken Disciple

My pilgrims journey started out strong
9 years and a decade later my story and song 
Have turned into a heartless cycle
May I share about a broken disciple?

Took up my yoke and followed thee
‘Twas an easy burden initially
The path lo I’ll finish what I begin
A...

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The good faith of a seed
is to live together
before we die apart.

The bad faith of a seed
or an unfertilized egg
or a barren matriarchal womb
or a fake-gospel message 
despite MotherEarth's transparently inclusive kindnesses
festers fear apart
more than healing life together.

Good faith speaks up for restorative health.
Bad faith...

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Ink dashed,paint splashed,
gaush splotched 
smeared and painted stained glass
fissured into irredescent shards reflecting clash
with bright technicolor light,its bright center
an unfertilized egg,overwhelmed by splintered
cells,chosen sperm that will grow and never tell
of wading plasma,mired in cigarrette miasma

Halogen light bleeding bright,from this distance untamed
bursts like shattering bulbs peircing...

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I picture myself on a bicycle
speeding past this fallopian tube of a man 
with the stop sign
squeezing cars through one at a time
like unfertilized eggs
that disappear 
into a blur 
of uterine dust

I need to get to work on my own road
if he would just flip...

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