O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –
Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy –
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.
Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for true, but great symbolic father in the garden;
Death brings death, seed seed, life life – the third will last
Then may we live in harmony with you, O fundament.
May we find a link that harms not you nor us.
The wild fruit we may not see again,
And End awaits he who tastes the tamed –
Somewhere in between, then, and let it, like a pomegranate,
Sweet us, bind us to it, that me dwell our time
No less, no more.
.
for my
convenance
leopard
fundament wink's
skirt
tuh die for
'blue'
strapless bikini top
(((pop)))
pardon mine
verbosity
yet
she wait'd
at thuh basin uv
hern hang
sea's edge
for
mine
excite
tap
.
whilst thuh camber'z uv
her fundament
met thuh creek's
pebblez
out mine pen and slip
express'n mine
bold
appear'd
proclaim'n rights
to
thuh gift wrap'd
'neath
her daizy dukes
'though
mine babble 'pon slip
were
for thuh entire
packette
Humankind
In an article, the question was what is the meaning of life? Many answers were about personal fulfillment and what made a person happy, but no one could answer that question. This I think is because we in the West are not religious, we do not believe in a God we are alone and that is scary and has an echo of colossal loneliness and the universe is empty
Night and day, light and dark, the fundament of
In all religions, perhaps the question of the meaning of life was asked and not answered
How the man-animal came into being is academic
But it was an animal that could think and become a human-dominating the living world
We can assume they were not friendly and had clans going around killing each other as we do today
The meaning of life is this, with a bit of love thrown for the sake of procreation, that it has no meaning, we live and die and are dead forever
.
"hi little birdie"
i heard thuh slight
uv neighbor
mine
yesss
front window
mine
bed
i peek'd out the
diaphanous
'twere kneez
hern
up
fundament fast 'pon
uh stump back mine cabin
enjoy'n this morn'z early
creek's cool cursory
"pissst
i'm.....
.
ya wanna tell me 'bout it
you're write'n
in thuh sand
"uh-uh"
let me pat your
fundament off
there'z sand powder
on'ya luvah
"'kaaay"
.
aaah
therefore
az not to be informal
front
the formal
i'll not mention
her auburn tress's locks
cascading her shoulderz
fundament rest'd
nor
her mamma's firm
i meant
profound
yet worst which i
st stutter'd
the lock
hern lips
inviting mine in
to her bedroom
eyne
.
i watched hern nymph
spy my
whilst
'pon oak
mine
floor
she sat
wit
top hat
kneez up
fundament
locked unto the wood
aaaan'd
up her hip's
limbz
draped in linen
went
tap tap
tap
tap'n
'pon mine
Royal model P
her purty feet's
digits
tap tap'd
tap
tap'd
spryly
side mine
think
.
the bard
Vaunted
‘bout the snap
uv her torso’s
hip's
cambered
shape
her
fixed fundament
Spoke
okay okay...
* "fixed">firm
* "fundament"> buttocks
;) ...you ass'd...i meant asked...yes i did
When my heart returns in the seclusion,
I told him to give me ten years,
In that time, he must see only me
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
Like an enchanted mirror or hope,
Our souls will continue to ask
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing him in his white attires
a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,
Is the fundament of falling in love,
After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,
A roller coaster of emotion,
a mere Smily hideous gestures/
I can see no wrong now,
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart wants me to see
Him! those eyes, those high cheek bones,
While I allowed our souls make love,
Under the warm of the sun,
And the cold from the north,
Entwining into each other’s arms
Who will bless this union?
Who will be there for us,
When it all fade like leaf
*All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.*
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
Let me , let me, let me..
.
Locked
Yes locked
her tumescent
to mine
I felt her rapid breathe
As
Mine dukes latched to her fundament
pulling her vibrate
'gainst mine wild
Ourn torsos locked
Her bulging eyne
brimming with love's wet
whilst mine
reaches hern depth
Ourn bodies yaw
loving each's sweat
Ourn maws exclamating
Vehemently
"yesss"
As mine lurch retreats
Ourn together watches
as the ebb from hern
glisters
Chubby like a new born,
Crowned with lustrous black tresses,
Dark eyes laced with long lush lashes,
Full succulent lips that defies the science of make-up.
Her soft ebony skin, deeply oiled, tinkles in the Sun,
Well sculpted bosom rising and falling seductively,
With every step she exudes grace,
Giant graceful strides like a lioness.
The adamantine rigidity of life couldn’t hold her,
She is a ruler of her world,
With boundless, immeasurable, unlimited, and infinite heart,
Her soft words, heart and confidence are enviable.
Rounded fundament sways to her rhythmic strides,
Colourful jigida adorns her narrow waist,
Flexible waistline accentuating an arc hips,
Moulding into legs bold, strong and daring.
The figure eight of Africa,
She is intelligent, smart and brave,
She is bold, daring and suave,
She is gentle like a dove.
She is the African woman,
The most acceptable definition of beauty.
Call her Hafsat Mustapha.
Go on
tell them
tell them how
your democratic masturbation
searching for solutions
has failed in calculation again
now people with eyes made of glass
are bringing war to us
war has no heroes, only victims
and people who forgot they are
formula is clear
we invaded their way of life
now they are attacking ours
an eye for an eye
until we all became blind
lightless
go on
run
shout your lungs out
when you use weapons
to maintain peace
bloodbath is inevitable
or this is what your real intent was,
is
to baptise us anew
launder in our own blood
on which book
are you evaluating valuable ones now
while you're designing
a brand new world
holding blameless victims
as hostages of your fundament
none soil
in blood built
remain peaceful sleep
are you sleeping well
knowing you set
Abraham's children confrontation
as two David's fight
while Goliath is watching from the audience
are you sleeping well being aware
you left no one
to keep that thumb up
when we all appear
lightless
Excited bustle
What we were missing returns
Unexploded clan
Heart’s origins, simple times
Uncomplicated soul bonds
Cresting apogee
Highest point of our proud arcs
Yet farthest away
From yore’s endless sun-drenched days
When life besotted senses
Half our lives behind
Yet still yearn to reconnect
Fertile fundament
Simplest sense of our place
Roots gulp moisture from first soil
Time’s stern visage clear
Eternal shared history
Now awake within
As if only yesterday
Not ten thousand days ago
5/23/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
My Love is like a cherished gift I covet in my room;
My Love is like a budding shoot forever caught in bloom;
My Love is like a melody I captured whilst in dream;
Of a lilting sensuality of a pleasure quite serene.
The passion of my Love can sear and yet can also heal;
There is no bar can measure how intense my Love can feel;
My Love warms me in winter's chill but cools my irate state;
With calming words of meaning my Love knows what soothes my aches.
I have seen my Love shed tears of pain as passions overrun;
I have seen a sorrow in my Love from hurts that I have done;
And yet I felt forgiveness from my Love that is so deep;
Absolving me from my past wrongs and setting me then free.
My Love lives that which teachings say as goodly souls we should;
Engender in each other and instill within our youths.
My Love is solid fundament of realism pure;
Not concepts or imaginings of damsels in knight's lore;
And yet the magic that my Love displays for me each day;
Would put to shame all fantasy in children's fairy tales.
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