Daddy was a Gypsy…..we roamed from town to town
Sometimes a little tipsy….but he had to wash it down
Never stay too long…always have a song…to sing
Mama followed Daddy…they loved each other so
After copulating… there were four of us to show
When people saw us coming…doors were open wide
When we were going….everybody cried
Cause we brought happiness…always a new quest
Daddy was a Gypsy
And we follow where he leads.
Vs1
Living the life of a gypsy
We didn't have much to our name
But daddy always told us
We should never be ashamed
Mama said our riches
Were different than the rest
We were rich in love
And rich in happiness
Chorus*
Vs2
Well we never met a stranger
Always had one along
All of them would tell us
Our family s so strong
I may not've known then
But the thing that i now know
Mama was our heart
And daddy is our soul
Chorus*
Big Chief Red Cloud
Man of no little fame
Advising the Paleface
How a child got its name.
It is given by a mother
From the first thing they see
After giving birth and
First leaving their teepee
For my own mother
What caught her eye
Was a beautiful sunset
And the colour of the sky
Over there Is my daughter
Little White Fawn
From a deer and her calf
Seen that very first dawn.
Sometimes of course
Tradition can be irritating
Sat by her side is my son
Two Dogs Copulating.
"Lush Ocean"
I wade out into you
embrace the cool of you
to die a little death
immersed in the ocean
that is you, drowning
in the indigo velvet
of your copulating
embrace
red becomes you
as your waves crest
into and over me
I draw you into me
far from our other worlds
where dissonant siren voices drown
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Ocean” / Lush
https://youtu.be/nDDkpuQMBJ8
LYRICS/ “Ocean”, Lush-ocean
https://genius.com/Lush-ocean-lyrics
THE COPULATING BEES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
He Was Supposedly Diligently at Work, I’m in a Scare
If He Catches Me Naked, God: Where’s My Underwear
In His Home with His Wife My Life, He’ll Not Spare
So I Go out the Window Naked: and Saying a Prayer
We Both Were Convinced He’d Not Discover the Affair
He Had Come Home with Flowers to Show Her He Cared
As Her Lover I Was Complacent, but She Was Prepared
Who Was That Man in the Room and Bed We Shared?
Twas the Gardener, He Was Assaulted by Killer Bees
I Let Him in thru the Window, When He Screamed Please
He Was Covered with Bees, on His Face, in His Nose
His Only Relief Was to Shed All of His Clothes
Closed My Eyes, Being Not Aware of His Naked Pose
Shaking His Pants Violently, He Aroused the Bees
In an Instant He Was Covered from Head to Knees, in Bees
On the Bed He Tried to Cover Himself with the Sheets
Then out the Window Clothes in Hand as He Retreats
The Bees Followed Him out Not a Single One Stayed
Honey, Did this Happened Before or after You Got Laid?
Telling 'I love you' at first sight
Is the euphemism of
I feel like copulating reciprocally.
let us go fly high
like colourful plastic kites
live by the side of the orange ocean
counting list less waves copulating roll
in the sand like little children
innocently curious playing with empty
naked broken shells throwing hiding and
wiping our tears away
CAT CALLS
The caterwauling cacophony of a cadre of cats copulating in a can.
12/10/2015
submitted to – One liners five – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Silent One
The clouds of voice gather,
In sky-space consciousness,
Wanting to shower in torrent of love words..
The bed of unquiet mind lays ready and fertile,
Having being pillaged by seeds of wicked thoughts..
When the hour is dark and the temperature is right,
Shedding the modest seed-coat,
The thoughts are eager to germinate,
blossom into action..
Like an unexperienced juvenille,
it sprouts before time,
Bursting through surface with all its might..
Only the ripe ones can spurt,
The rest remain dormant..
Waiting to be tampered by experienced handlers..
insects set but two:
eating and copulating
(sounds okay to me)
Footnote: Goal #3 - Winning or placing in PD's Haiku contest
Becos
sAw it on good ole Mr T,
on 7.30…. tv 73
Crazy fools gazumping be,
2 kangaroos copulating see,
said the dopey Aussie,
hit em with me motor car,
didn’t really go to far,
ejacuated through the sunroofy,
because because becos…
Don Johnson
Sometimes people live too close to one another
with the scent of lives overlapping lines
psyches stepping on toes and
problems bleeding in through doors & windows.
Neighbors crying, remonstrating, manipulating, and copulating
demonstrating the need for soundproofing or renovating
as we wave the next day our smiles ingratiating
because its at their expense our needs we’ve been satiating
and the building goes on.
Some stress “urban sprawl” others cry “urban blight.”
Yet developers rub hands with piggish delight
Smart animals follow the birds, which take flight
and poor confused deer become targets at night.
Yet the building goes on.
Big boxes, small boxes, strip malls and stores,
McDonalds, and Wendy’s, and Bed Bath and More
Family Dollars and State Liquor Stores
Pawn Shops and Nail Shops and
and . . .
when trees are memories
fish bellies rise like steam from warm waters
and desertification has become "the new black."
Perhaps then we will draw a line in the sand.
A lazy leaf-laden river
Snakes around a sandy shoreline
While copulating dragonflies
Fly over near-stagnant water
In aimless zigzag ecstasy.
Dozens of stout brown birds skimming
The surface, ascending slightly,
Than dipping incredibly low
Miraculously avoiding
Contact with the wet surfactant.
Along the shore a raft of ducks
Noisily swim by in a queue
Seemingly like some summertime
Carnival shooting gallery.
She was the consequence of lust
In a cheap room over a bar.
He remembered as though it were
yesterday. Her naive mother
Was only nineteen and single
at the time; him? He was married,
Separated and twenty-eight.
Below, in the bar, the jukebox
Was blaring an instrumental
Whose deep, bass guitar synchronized
with every copulating thrust.
The tune ended before the sex
And climaxed with a gestation
To Diana Ross’s “Love Child.”
Admirable ... water copulating with nippleless sand
Utility ... industry caressed by the gentlest hand
Desirable ... I drip memories from my heart like a gland
Respectable ... yet voluptuous and hard to understand
Elucidating ... lighting the tunnels to seek your man
You are God's gift ... and I seek you to complete his plan.
Sensuous ... moaning for me, making your ice cream
Aggressive and flammable on the paper of desire
Passionate and loveable frolicking on my dream
Productive prodigy inspiring hope in broken lyre.
There the moon suckled on a dram of mist,
bringing illustrious pomp to cardboard mountains,
who cut like a sickle, horizons sincerity,
and I could taste trouble, spoon fed
from darkness that sprinted towards completion.
Something crawled from the canal,
a gaseous presence like a primordial phantom;
opalescence in peek-a-boo stars.
Incantations stirred in the attic of my mind,
spectres of remembrance copulating
in karma sutra melee,
and the night, so coffin quiet,
swallowing moon dust in a cascade of neon pollen.
What resilience could sate this voluptuous whore,
who cooed like a dove while twisting
the garrot ever tighter,
nothing but the birth of dawn.
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