Mothered inspiration birthed from the seed of my soul
send my mind in to a frenzy with racing thoughts hard to gather and control
Words roll off my tongue with provocative pronunciation
climaxed by the inflection of each insertion of punctuation
ejaculated thoughts wrestled into pleasure provoking position are gone over back and forth and back and forth until the work is at a its greatest peak and ready for submission
New sensations flourish as visual aspects of the write begin to grow
the girth and length of your creation are now taking shape and beginning to show
fingers gripping pens
Pens gliding over paper
Paper once plain white showing the stain from its ink filled raper
A master piece of your own perfection
each pen stoke bringing it closer to desire
pace is quickening now finished with sparks of blazing fire
Just another completed writting but written with such a hunger
It was meant to be innocent but may not be subtable for the younger
No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet
For decades I waited
and you did not come
to listen to my rude insertion
finger a sound at back of my throat
and the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
a small mountain as I read her
plain words in innocence
a bell in her Heart rang deep
with children running sweet
For decades I longed to touch
a struggling mottled moth
as he ached for new wings
smooth ebony cheeks
passionate with letters of adoration
For decades I watched for
a painter to mirror my songs
uncover a talkative witch who
still trampled from place to place
broken shoes echoing my silent breath
For decades I wanted a smooth ride
where conversation was free of tasks
words on both seats of equal length
with ripe apricots for the scoffing
almond chocolates wrapped in red
So I upped my thumb to a veteran one
who read from his leathered collection
notepads and pencils strewn about
space in warehouse oozed slivered glee
No wait in vain !
The may tricks
**** nicks and fold lace
The tight comes for us-kmovie
Shrag-maybe not
Cane to Butman-this ones train to busan
The insertion of lying-not sure
come with the sinned
The ring too obvious
Shrag was Shrek just a thought
Died hard=too necrophiliic
sorry just a travel
with me
i can't stop
Have you seen, have you ever seen an apple;
Make sweet love to a honey bee;
Before you see;
It's beautiful ;
The insertion;
of it's proboscis,
In the Apple's mesocarp-endocarp heart;
Kissing it!
Absorbing it!
Ooh, ahh, yum!
Delicious juices;
Sap so precious;
Ooh, so delicious;
Vitamins B's high amount of C's blessed;
Sweet Anthophila
Kisses and loves Malus Domestica;
Ooh, yum my darling, (sweet)
5/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
HARD JUMP
The bird dropped in the darkness
the ground somewhere below,
slowing its motion to hover,
a sudden cross fire erupts.
It was dark zero one thirty hours
in a routine night insertion;
that day there had been a fight
small hostile groups were roaming.
The pilot had to protect his Huey
and we were ordered to unass,
the sky and ground a black well,
the distance jumped unknown.
I hit hard in a dry rice paddy;
lightning pain from my ankles
surging up through my back
announced that I was hurt.
My legs were numb and useless
my back flared pain sharply;
orders and plans now useless
we could only go to ground.
In the middle of the first date,
a troubling thought progression occurs:
The computer in me
calculates
success probability
of insertion of
tongue in cheek
at point zero three
Something in the conversation
has gotta change
this imminent failure trajectory
Input date gradient variable:
Nerd ... inverse chemical personality change
Buddy Love ... alter ego accessing
Cool romanticism vectoring
Body red alert!
Eye contact avoidance
creating critical mass passion implosion
Rupturing of the mellow ambient mood
will occur in
ten nanoseconds delta wave oscillation
Dream date bubble burst will ensue
Unanticipated motor response must commence
Hip central cortex command —
Wallflower boy get off the fence ...
kiss that woman,
and pierce that emotional force field
erected around the heart-shaped valence
Update voluntary co-joined gradient variable:
Buddy Love is now in physical operational control
Trust,
a term
delicate
and so gentle.
But In the wrong hands
It is detrimental.
Deception, demon's weapon.
If a firm hold is obtained they'll
provide an insertion into your
spine and allow flux without discretion.
Lesson learned, to guard trust like a diamond.
People will milk it without conscience.
Apply theories of deception
and bathe in its vain essence.
The reason I keep my
mind alert and keen.
I won't allow
deceit to
ruin
me.
October 3, 2015
wishing you were here
can only chat with you online
imagining myself kissing you in the middle of nowhere
entranced by your scent
wishing you were here
can only think of you in diamond slumbers
imagining myself running my fingers up and down your smooth skin
seduced by your soft moans
wishing you were here
can only picture the sensations with my hand on my black flashlight
imagining myself experimenting with the overall effect of insertion
enticed by your whispering methods of expression
wishing you were here
can only dream of you while joyriding on the milky white way
imagining myself sampling the sweet flavors of the most hidden of your pleasure treasures
taken by your sweet cherry lollypop charm
RUSSIAN ROULETTE
Let’s amuse ourselves
playing a novel
diversion
a contested match
relatively brave
perversion
Rules are a painless
tranquil and soothing
excursion
two weapons of fun
comic tragedy
immersion
Loading of handguns
all blanks except one
insertion
metal to the head
trigger finger tight
explosion
Ingenuous
Oblivion
In
Legitimate
Version
© Kim van Breda—31 October 2014
This Government is us.
The last time we were this divided civil war began.
Each party must make way for the other regardless of color,
Red, blue, black, brown, yellow or white.
The Demublicants and Repoblicrats thrive on our ignorance.
If they can't reverse their cranial rectal insertion, we can replace them
all.
Money feeds this monster; money buys friends where they count.
Money is not free speech; money buys favors, and not for us.
Our votes are not for sale; my vote is not for sale.
We're Americans, we own this Government, and this Government is us.
Let's take it back and make it work.
Vote.
Sudden onset of an insertion
going for a kill in bluish green valley.
Pretend as if you are dead
and start disintegrating.
Your poverty of words disconnects
you from cogitation and you start-
walking in sleep. Cannot reach
the breasts jutting out like pine cones –
dismantling the invasion. You start
manipulating the seeds. Fruits
are nowhere in sight. The risk is
grave crossing the borders of virginity.
Pure aching and one thousand moons.
I have not reached the gates of truth.
Satish Verma
sparks fly when they meet
insertion makes her complete…
igniting her heat
The mirror’s morphed me SEE
I mimed__ the black- button eyes
sewn on it seems, as if in a dream
A dream of the acid kind__
Belay! That plank _ me pirate peers
A straight-line saunter, your prisoner cannot muster.
Just send me to a new crew-cut, seer
who will remold this immortal blunder.
Neither man nor beast am I_ I’m a chimera
A botanist's flight of fancy....
*Chimera - an organism, or part of one,
with at least two genetically different tissues
resulting from mutation, the grafting of plants,
or the insertion of foreign cells into an embryo
The Importance of Spaces
By Elton Camp
Use of spaces between words is quite vital
This is true in the case of a professional title
“Therapist” became “The Rapist” on a door
By the insertion of just a single space more
“Fashion Exchange” is a resale clothing store
Which sells only things that were worn before
Another, surely used children’s clothes does carry
But, “KIDSEXCHANGE” makes all parents wary
The battle rages on between the
Titans of technicalities backed by the Grammar Nazis and the
free thinking artist of Middle English teamed with the Imps of invention.
Five seven five, stings like a hive. Artists express because they’re alive.
Haikus can’t rhyme? They do for me all the time.
Explosive new ideas cause fear and so Grammar Nazis jeer.
Arsenals of critiques on both sides mount, as we war over the very count.
The boring masses blindly follow. Dictated rules, they suck up and swallow.
As the battle for middle English rages on I cuddle up in my cell awaiting my forced insertion
in the army of the boring masses.
By Robb A. Kopp
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