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needless tuh say
mine duke'z digits
flex'did taut
hern
frenetically
hern limbz
hip's
shook'd
tepin
hot
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.
with such thuh beauty
az front my
for uh moment
even less
imagine mine lift
hern
up
'bove mine see
imagine her tearz
splash splash
splash
'pon mine visage
mine cheeks
az my pled
'wilth thee
me
wed'
.
and i forget not mine
"duke's" digits
powerful theirn
touch
theirn reach
theirn
hot
theirn soft slide
down
'to
stuck
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Put them up, not to slug anyone,
but to smash through....
walls of resistance;
anything standing in your way!
Date written: 01/14/2021
DUKES
Sacrifices offered in secrecy,
Secrets shrouded in darkness,
Fortunes of families
rose and fell accordingly
to birth a recycling;
New dukes born in duchies,
Many dukes reborn,
Old dukes extinct.
In being a holder of a dukedom
legends are born,
Turned into relics
as they pursue glory & wealth,
power and justice;
Yet, these ends up in vanity
despite trying to hoard their power
so they can be worshipped as legends
by their subjects and descendants
But cold skeletons they become,
Emotions withered away as shrubs
until they perish, nothing left inside
but dark soulless desire & ambition
that feels their bleakly world
with doom and gloom.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 10th May, 2020.
If I were you, I wouldn’t walk there
Not there, behind the couch
Oh brother, it’s too late isn’t it?
Is your sock wet? I really had to go!
And the door was locked
and you were taking a nap and well…
Don’t be mad,
Look into my eyes - you KNOW I’m sorry
Yes, that’s right,
look deeply into my big brown eyes
And while I have your attention,
Please, please, oh please
Don’t look at the socks you wore yesterday
I was so nervous while you were out
Yes, that’s it, really, really nervous!
And they were here and you weren’t and…
Keep looking – look into my eyes
My very sad brown eyes
And one more thing,
besides I love, love, love you
You didn’t really mean it about withholding
my treats, did you?
You know, because of the lawn,
I had to save a bone for winter, right!
Great! Now that we’ve cleared that up,
I’m gonna let you go, my eyes are tired and
I need a nap.
Tom Wopat
Where ya at?
Generally crazy,
Or pushing up daisy?
Hellacious howls tickle and titillate
the trompeleil scene
in the pastel Court of Kings.
Flamboyancy rings as the
fluttering coo of a rapiers dance in the hands of fops,
through the high ceilinged corriders of castle in the chill air
buzzing past the ears
of the mischievous lillipitians, yearning,
egging on yearlings with antiquated filigreed foils.
Ludicrousity runs riot
trolloping in fandango-clicks of hooker-red
across the quilt-stitched batten puffed blazers
of Dukes and Pimpernels pompously prancing
before beatific, porcelain, wig-topped dolls
rouged and hollow-eyed.
Chroniclers cavort in the manner of angry bees
on spindle-pins, their stocking encased legs
pawing at pedagogs who gawk slack jawed.
Only the puncture of flesh-framed torsos
brings an end to the melee.
*Melee, generally refers to disorganized close combat
involving a group of fighters.
HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary!
Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary.
Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it.
I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!"
And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice.
It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice
No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster!
Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster!
Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven!
Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven.
Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right.
and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight?
Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies.
when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!
The Duke of Plouck surveyed his Duchy from the window in the tower,
Then he went to meet with his spies because that’s how you hold on to power.
And in his mind he’d developed a plan to gain favor with the King,
By uncovering a conspiracy and save Eric from meeting with death’s sting.
So when his spies brought him word and news of a possible threat,
The Duke made sure that it came to pass so the King would be in his debt.
His spies had learned of an outcast man who wandered from town to town,
Who brought misfortune wherever he went and was scorned when he came around.
So the Duke forged a letter to this man saying that the King would take him in,
Then the Duke could easily save the day before trouble had chance to begin.
Deceitful guile spins a spidery web and none it seems are safe from it,
Take extra care my shadowy friend because occasionally the spider will get bit.
The Cast of the Dukes of Hazzard
By Elton Camp
Daisy is sure a cutie
Enos acts too fruity
Cooter’s full of dirt
Jesse’s way too curt
Bo is too full of self
Luke to reason’s deaf
Coltrane is too weak
Too much of a sneak
General Lee, you see,
Is too orange for me
Boss Hogg’s the star
Greed’ll take him far
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