long legged sacred
haunch observes
a veneration in Ancient Egypt
speaking beak in Thoth-Hermès hands
first feathers released from Ark
fertility symbol hailed by Moses ~
.
i meant haunt
i did too
i go fer
thuh tunez
i do i do
whut's uh haunch
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.
her haunch in concert
dangling from her belly's taut
hern hips
lifting mons
her
moves
I marvel at stranger’s kindness,
At beauty born of a child’s smile,
Its imprint etched on memory,
Ah to re-live after a while.
Why, goodness of any kind soul,
A kindly touch on mortal flesh
Retained till wrinkled gets the skin,
Till scorched at death, turned into ash.
I marvel at an autumn leaf
That leaves, not a word of regret
On face, nor of its mother tree
I marvel at the souls grown great.
And how can I forget cuckoo
That waits for someone’s views nor clues,
And sings, world approves it or not,
An alibi there’s, nor excuse.
Those that wait not for weather warm,
And in silence venture ships launch,
Nigh undeterred by thoughts of storm,
Not those that hide behind loin haunch.
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Musings |17.04.2024| smile, soul
.
She laid poised
'pon mine bedroll
Eyne beaming
lips
displaying
with sweet wide smile
hern pearls
My kneez were buckling
whilst mine eyne slithered
her twisted torso
‘Exposing with relish she wuz
hern hale haunch
Cocksure’
What lover uv write
Would ignore
This share
Uv i
“mine two digits
tap tap
tapping
‘pon this machine
Whilst mine other
duke’s two digits
pulled
Haltingly with excite
her
bikini bottom’s bowed
string”
*Cocksure: overly confident
Hale: sound; free from defect
I found him at the Shelter, scraggly dirty and begging for bananas
as he jumped up and down he screeched, eek eek mama mama?
So I brought him home and gave him a name and a bubble bath
Jiffy Pop I called him cuz 1st he rolled a kernel then he'd scath
I noticed he got very quiet when I brought him home alone
since he couldn't talk, his depression became full blown
I didn't know how to cheer him up, only bananas did the trick
He didn't appear disabled, and apparently, he wasn't sick
So I took him out for a walk over by the Valley of big trees
he quickly jumped up a tree and swung just as he pleased
Jiffy Pop was a natural when it came to swinging branches
but they didn't have bananas so he sat upon his haunch
Bet he came from Africa bet he came from Zimbabwe
but he was my Jiffy and I loved him, anyway, ...
down the tree he came, home to eat bananas we did go
and after all that exercise, yes, he did have a glow .
My cat Shark has a flat butt crawl
that I call the cat crawl.
When he flattens his back haunch
down and starts crawling I
know he's got a bird or a mole
in his sights
He only does the cat crawl
when he's in full-blown
hunt mode.
In seconds I see him make
a through the air pounce that
would give a professional
long jumper a run for his
money.
I keep saying I'm going to
put a bell on him, but I do
not because it's truly his
favorite sport, and the
only exercise he gets.
He would weigh three
hundred pounds without
this little dab of exercise.
A man did chew, and he just knew
On his haunch, he needed the loo
He didn’t make it
A disgraceful fit
It went everywhere, all the poo
Russell Sivey
.
Oh
their beauty may be
skin deep
Yet
As mine digit’s
Touch
the tumid flesh
giggles
lips and jowls
quiver
with mine each
press
haunch and hips
shudder
Oh
their beauty is
skin deep alright
Those beautiful lips
as they shook
calling out my name
those tears of joy
from the caverns of
deep
Oh
that was
beauty
.
Your haunch
Not a bone to see
Just your pretty
yourn flesh
And where mine lips love
i
long
to
be
running free, wild, brave
tail streaming high in the wind
hoof pounding the earth
horses turn their haunch
to show their scorn for the storm
and nature’s tantrum
allows man to think
he can command elegance
and tame the wild heart
goat-throat spittle…
clippety-clop baaaah
petting zoo aggression?
coiled haunch with head hung low
fibrous horns poised…
charge! crack! thud!
empty victories
beget
sad kings
weary actors on dusty stage
same lines
same script
strange skulls
hiding
glass-blank eyes
quiet ghosts
never
forget
‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.
The ground was bare of snow or ice,
The sky was clear of reindeer.
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh,
Real high, with good stout Yule beer?
Buba Claus was out in force,
His NRA cronies in tow,
To fill naughty radicals stockings,
With tiny bits of coal.
Cigars dangled from their lips,
A spittoon he placed by their feet,
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground;
They tossed in another side of beef.
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore;
Would have their fill this year,
And Bambi blanched as He flew by,
While Teddy Bears ran in fear!
Over New Canaan His courses flew,
Past the homes of vegetarians;
And down their chimneys they did toss;
The views of Libertarians!
And when the last haunch was placed,
Upon the spits of the mighty,
His spat his cud of gnarly gum,
Into the spittoon real tidy!
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho,
And, not the ones for plowing
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!
“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me,
you fraudulent legume!”
I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled for
No reason for wail and paling
“Quick, smart, lush young-one!
You’re melodious, pithy, hale!
I’m already taken much with you;
please do let me resume!”
Still I unbloomered my hand and bloused it
Found her skin a singin’ an’ tinglin’
Thrilled firm and brazenly arouse-ed
Her dissent clearly dissemblin’
“Oh quick, start, rush lovin’!
My ‘band’s a louse, gritty, stale!
But he’ll not be taking long from now,
or so we should assume!”
That’s when I heard an unsettling foot step
Eared hobnail booting scooting
And so sought out the exit I 'ad free kept
Flash fear foul intention mooting
Quick; dark, hush, re-button!
Your ‘band sussed our betrayal!
I’d best be taking my leave ‘bout now,
I’ll see you in no time soon!”
‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.
The ground was bare of snow or ice,
The sky was clear of reindeer.
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh,
Real high, with good stout Yule beer?
Buba Claus was out in force,
His NRA cronies in tow,
To fill naughty radicals stockings,
With tiny bits of coal.
Cigars dangled from their lips,
A spittoon he placed by their feet,
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground;
They tossed in another side of beef.
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore;
Would have their fill this year,
And Bambi blanched as He flew by,
While Teddy Bears ran in fear!
Over New Canaan His courses flew,
Past the homes of vegetarians;
And down their chimneys they did toss;
The views of Libertarians!
And when the last haunch was placed,
Upon the spits of the mighty,
His spat his cud of gnarly gum,
Into the spittoon real tidy!
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho,
And, not the ones for plowing
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!
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