Full Blooded Poems | Examples

Cow Lover

strongest cloven fiend
a face adored by Venus
beautiful bestial body
so loved by God in Genesis

take the crimson string
tied upon his velvety hide
red thread cuts the skin
ankles bound for the ride

hoisted on the mantle
an all engulfing spiral
upon pearlescent horns
blackish fur of desire

dark red heart
beating at his side
a full blooded kiss
could never be denied

The Innermost

If corrupt decide,
Corrupt wherever he goes,
Full blooded inside.

I Hear America Singing

    


   A full-blooded Patriot am I, count on it.
   I shall not bend a knee, to blatant hypocrisy!
   No fool am I, to believe false narratives.
   Nor will I be forever, mask- oppressed.
   Isolation and alienation, were Hitler's call.
   In my nation, fear will end, once and for all.
   Rise up, Patriots~ not to be hypnotized 
   by Marxism's siren call!



                 8/13/2021
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The Glass Chameleon

The full blooded body of wine, “is it Wine”? 
Stains your already deep Rose lips
Through the green of the glass vessel,
Behind the dying flame of wax, I see you.
Wine stains your dress and lips; 
While your lips stain my heart and memories
Our hearts bleed others red blood; the red blood!
Which stains our hands into eternity?
Your hands touch my lips; my lips stained with blood
We sip once again the staining wine, 
Two streams trickle but never touch,
Even the sunlight now glows red, 
But never casts our shadow
And the box remains un-opened, 
 Long is the awakening sleep for Transparent Vampires.

Cherokee Blood

I, born of the Cherokee man,
As their mothers and fathers were,
No blending to erase because of race,
I, a full-blooded Cherokee man.
 
Raised by a white man, 
Without Cherokee blood.

Grew old in my blood,
Memories not told.

Known by the Tribe as a white guy, 
With Cherokee blood,
Known by the white guy,
As a full Cherokee Man.

Moving forward I wed,
A full Cherokee woman,
Our children, raised by the Tribe,
My ancestry is alive.



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Entering the Perfect Partner

Let´s meet the happy-go-lucky man;
full-blooded,
neither craven nor valiant,
taking life as it comes with a touch of indifferent air,
good-humored, easy-going,
careless and not jealous.
Just It wouldn´t be bad to beam him a bit of mundane grandeur to be a perfect partner.

If it was not because...
We are actually referring  to a dummy

Chants of the Palm Fruit Eaters--Cm

Chants Of The Palm Fruit Eaters--CM

I ate the palm fruits midst, my folks,
Delight in sounds we made.
The gourd chants to our ancestors,
It binds our souls with theirs.

I delight, despite echoes, bounce,
Midst, the palm fruits, eats I.
Of gourd chants to our ancestors,
Sits quietude, but I.

“… an alien life, a life unlived, not lively, hardly ours.”

***In the 60's, full-blooded Hawaiians numbered under 2,000--I venture naught, what our numbers are today, but I am the last survivor of 4 bloodlines. The impetus of my return to Hawaii, leaving my family in the States, to be with my buried descendants.

2019 August 23

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CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE
~~nette onclaud

Echoes

Full blooded they appear
Speaking with my voice, the words I’d say
Those dreams, the dreams of the dead
Seem so satisfying, until they talk.
We, the phantoms of our fantasies
Drift like jet trails; scarring skies
Words etched by inkless pens
Waiting, always awaiting.
The Poet adores that void
Where they frame their thoughts by the stars
And recreate Byzantium
But behind that void
Awaiting, always waiting
There are echoes
Who’ll only answer us, as us.

One of the Boys

"One of the Boys"
One of those tote carrying 
cardholdin' members 
Levi jeans wearing
tobacco can imprinted 
baseball cap with the
accessorized fishhook in it
An ol' southern boy
who likes his toys,
his Jim Bean and Roy
argues over Ford or
Chevrolet.
Pick-up  truck lifted
windows non tinted
Shoots his guns
proper like,
and tilts his hat when
he tells a lady goodnight 
You might think I was talkin 
about a full blooded red neck 
but that'd be your own
misconception 
Color was never mentioned 
just the ends and outs of
a southern description 
See sometimes city boys
read a little Mark Twain 
and watch a little Andy Griffith too
So don't put color where it don't belong
this here write is just proof,
we need more than eyes to see
the wonder of our humanity.
Now pass some of that whisky 
and describe your definition 
of black to me.
Bet it can't be described 
by just one color.

The Pianist and the Senorita

'The Pianist and the Senorita' 


 Of tobacco and perfume was her scent, 
 
 She of beauty without relent, 
 
 She of soul full-blooded, 
 
 In body and spirit, 
 
 My immortal beloved. 
 
 
 For her I compose 
 
 Sonatas and nocturnos, 
 
 In the hope my strings and hers will entwine, 
 
 So that my heart I may consign 

 To her, the Spanish seductress, comely by design.

Full-Blooded Glory

I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds 
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love 
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits 
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting 
breast is buoyed by a soul flush and filled 
which barely contains the flesh of fertilitiy's spores. 

O Gaia, O Goddess, I long for those days 
of iniquitous youth when freedom meant 
free from every constraint to play with Satyrs 
and Fauns of forest and field as we chase 
after Nymphs with bright light still shinning 
the sun's youthful truth in their golden fair hair. 

I long to follow the arterial, blood-sap flow 
of rivers that constantly nurse the infantile hungers 
of ravenous earth; then join the beauty Europa 
as naked she throws her thin white ivory arms 
around God's muscular neck while he absently strokes 
the first flush of pink on her pale white breast.

Strange Foods

Our Congress has been overlooking

The wisdom of old Granny Lu-Ching

       She was full blooded Chinese

       And said, "Beware strange foods please

 Of crooks that won't eat their own crooking!"



                                    Timothy I. Brumley

Hard Times

I'm facing hard times here let me explain
I almost lost the love of my life last night
and I almost feel ashamed
I can say it's all good but, really it's not
I'm a poet like no other so how can I lyrically stop
I won't I can't there's a good enough reason
that I could close my eyes and literally stop breathing
I'm a homicide away from a full blooded heathen
and a head shot away from me seeing Jesus.

Pain is Love & Love is Pain
what's the difference, I'm still suffering 
from this emotional rain
If you feel lost in what I'm saying then let me explain
I always felt alone but now
my emotions are kinda hard to maintain

Time after time life gets a little bit harder
but what doesn't kill me makes me a little bit stronger
why do I continue to endure this pain 
for a little bit longer 
why do I put up with life why do I even bother.

Hymn To Venus

A full blooded goddess that's what you are
Raised in Mt. Olympus that's very far
Endowed with an endless beauty and wit
I am asking you not to let me fall in a lovers pit

Oh goddess of love in you hands is where love grows
you catch the piece of love my heart throws
Just to make it whole again
As if it has never been broken

Hear me, oh Venus
May this plea reach Mt. Olymp[us
Through your lofty towers where love dwells
You would hear me sing like a lovely bells

If only I was born with a silver spoon
Then maybe the love you sent will be a boon
But then i was not born with a golden face
That is adored by the whole human race.

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