Erections Poems

DAMN!!!

Standing under the hot sun
The sand of the beach singing melodies of tingling to my toes
I watched your summer body as the sun kissed it 

Running away from the waves of the ocean 
Your curves and edges bounced 
Speaking volumes of your succulence 
You were happy and full of life 
Turned a few heads in your direction
You became the reason for many erections

I didn't mind 
None of theirs will feel your warmth
The sun can kiss your body 
I'm the one going to kiss where the eyes of the sun cannot reach 

Young Woman
You were not made
You were carved
You were not created
You were built 
God had nothing to do with your creation 
He is too conservative to create such a gorgeous weapon of mass ********

Damn!!!!

ABSOL

Djt and the Gop

A MAGA cap was among the selections
  It brought back some dark recollections

    Stormy Daniels cost DJT a few erections
      ~ Trump cost the GOP a few elections

Life In the Married Lane

When we first dated
         she gave me erections
       Now that we're married
         she just gives me directions

Nonchump Change

My problem with change,
it seldom presents our whole systemic bill,
our full currency required,
including Other ecological costs.

My theological change issues
are in Win/Lose and Lose/Lose
degenerative economic directions

Unraveling cancerous erections
eruptions
extractions
excommunications
extinctions of natural species
and spiritual beauty
and truth objectives
and cooperative subjects
co-invested in political trust,
in health/wealth bicameral development,

Secularizing autonomous ZeroSum
LeftBrain dominance
and not enough sacred polycultural NonZero/One
RightBrain ecosystemic prominence

Of nonviolent
eco-political communication,
relationship,
integrity's therapeutic change
toward interdependent balance
for polyculturally health wealth

Of polypathic
metabolic multimathic experimental thoughts 
with imaged feelings
for improving Earth's cooperative health
and co-invested economic safety.

Still Processing, Please Don'T Wait

Does sacred Mother Eartha
too often want to stop the world
to process Her nuanced feelings?

Does our desecrating Dad
too seldom demand we stop
to consider grace
and win/win gratitude
for creative dance
as it has systematically developed
to this current post-millennial date
to partisan fancy prance?

Revisiting loyalty to Earth's global systems
of nutritional economics
and cooperative psychological 
bicameral enlightenment
of healthy democracy 
bipartisan empowerment

Solidarity with RightBrain integrity
restoring EarthJustice
nonviolent ecofeminist 
co-invested communication

Deep listening 
to identify EarthPatriotic feelings
of safety,
provision,
protection

And more matriotic co-passionate needs
and wants,
felt voices
and thought choices
for healing erections
from PatriarchalCapitalism
chronic LeftBrain overstressed disorder

Haunted by mounting night mares
vexed against feckless EarthMothers
stalled to win/lose process eternal competitions
in autonomous lack 
of polycultural communon

Win health
to win safe colorful wealth
nondualistic
thoughts bidialectic
with warm interdependent
feelings
trustfully realistic.

1859

{1859}

there's more slaves now
than in 1859
slaves of the mind
slaves to entitlement
slaves to self inflicted failure and blame
slaves to ogres of division 
who
only want to bracket the blamers vote
chained to every breath of toxic media.
those empty headed erections
vampires for ratings
wanting us believe there's white cone heads
and burning crosses-hovering over every black rose 

the controllers don't want societal blossoming
only promising freebies
feed you for a day
emaciate for a lifetime

sure they'll take a knee with you 
not for principal but for profit
to harvest your vote
because your self reliance 
means death to their power
death of their control
they care nothing for growth
of the individual
they don't want free thinkers
they want herd mentality
because true freedom 
is the balm of a steady mind 
the mind of empathetic leaders
those rare birds of altruistic flight..
not the violence
and impulse of followers
bleeding out from the venom of blame
and
entitlement..
                      {1859}

Pallbearer For a Poet

we're honored 
to carry you home
in a simple pine chrysalis
engraved with your verse...
behind the procession
lie the whorls of living
pastels of decay...
from all the chaos the soul will ascend
beyond the cloud kissed steps
beautiful and delicate 

dear friend
are all the answers .. now within your grasp
the breath of god-the heart of infinity
pulsating purity
from which all angels cascade  
to glades of clover and mint  
high in a hushed lavender mist...
no stresses of the flesh
nor erections of the mind
the black echo of doubt
cannot fiord that forever nest of time-

we're born foolish aren't we
and die with a few verses of veneer 
panning for the shine of living
vomiting the remanence of life
like owl pellets

Beauty That Slain

BEAUTY THAT SLAIN
Vivacious voyage into the Azure
Heart never embark on this imaginative story
Without the consent of the body
To envision your whole, glamour and bliss
Which is a physical adorningly masterpiece
Lips sumptuous, dripping sweetness in every word
Your beauty term others odd
You could have been Miss World
But you ain't part of this world.
Like a knight I raise the sword
Not to spill blood
But in adulation of beauty of a god
Cos your posh of beauty heal the world
Enchantingly fascinating me like an enchantress
Reeling and basking in emotions without duress.
Now I am hyperventilating,
Sexual desires I am venting
Only mutual affections
Will start and end this,
Nailed it, erections killed it;
Setting my heart racing while buttocks on the sit.
What have you caused this soldier of 9 lives?
A love bleed, deeper than piercing of knives.
No retreat no surrender is my mojo
And I'll rock your boat like it's a slow mo'.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2nd April, 2020.

Make Love To Me

Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.

Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb –
To your glib poetic tongue.
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are
Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.

I was tense
Waiting for the end – you, let me
down gently as your poem ended.

I bask in the aftermath of a poetry bath
Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.

I let down my hair because
you swoon creativity
I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability;

Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly…
you enter me with your "diction".

Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...
You took me to peaks
of ecstasy with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why
I let you make ...
Make sweet Poetry to me…

Sumptuous Stranger

familiar feelings feigns
odd emotions strains
pulpy punctured projection
ensconced eerie erections
contract into span
gulped by trance

mystic meager mass
assumed airy mask
met mushy task

inky oily infection
curl callous combustion
scribbling damped solutions

emotions sans vibe
sanity scrunched bribe.
     19:11:18:14:38

Illicit Itch

Spray your love in the masochistic mist, 
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist, 
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist, 
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…

Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight, 
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite; 
willing wanton wizards are waving…

Hold me tight as we twist and twitch, 
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch, 
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch, 
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.





Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter

Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice

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Voluptuous Vibrations

The melodic motions resonate, 
as the embryonic evulsions ovulate
Sensuous symphonies create, 
thrusting the White Knights to migrate
Reverberating echoes of ecstasy, 
within chimes of chemistry
Upon procreation of pleasantry, 
rituals oscillating rhapsody…

Of the erotic erections elated, 
through meretricious minds have mated
Vestal visions have consummated, 
of the seductive streams lubricated
Amidst sonic ringing of celestial spheres 
the arousing of titillating tears
Penetrating promiscuous pioneers,
lasting libidinous music to my ears.





Feb.13.2019
Music to my Ears 
Sponsored by: Silent One


Placed 1'st...Thank You

Mueed

Restorer-
From death erections all God’s actions!

The Honest Don

it is not 'because'
i hate them...that matters...most
of all it's my love
 
for concrete and steel
erections that fueled my wealth
and my bankruptcies

the world's dangerous
not me...i am in charge...and
what i want you want


stan sand

The Ann Summers Alphabet

A is for a**l
B is for balls
Share them or wear them
Tucked up in your smalls
C is for condoms 
Of all shapes and sizes
D is for dicks
Made of chocolate for prizes
E is for enlarging erections
Oh wow!
F is for fig leaves
Worn you know how
G is for G string
Oooh very nice
H is for handcuffs
Double locked twice
I is for indecent
That sums it up
J is for juices
And not in a cup
K is for kinky
Whatever the weather
L is for lust, libido and leather
M is for mask, massage and minge
N is for naughty
Making me cringe
O is for oral
Taken at leisure
P is for pervert, ****, pimp and pleasure
Q is for quickie
If that is your need
R is for rampant rabbit
One you won't have to feed
S is for S and M
With shackles thrown in
T is for torture
Oh such a sin
U is for urinate
Some folk just love it
V is for vibrator
You know where to shove it
W is for whores, whips, willies and wellies
X is for x rated **** on your tellies
Y is for yeast
Well it does make bread rise!
And Z, well I'm f****d
So I'll say my goodbyes!

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