Jose went to find a senorita
On the way he stopped for fresh pita
Looked around the place
Saw a beauty; gave chase
His 'Lolita' took off like a cheetah
A youthful lass
She dress brightly
Type older men.
.
save
I lived it only by sight
the criminal offered mine
lodging
thuh
b&b i'd say
swine'z lodging
his wife 26
her daughter 14
(he didn't off hiz wife)
hiz time with her
the spring'z must be
broken
gotta
go guy
and with i
off
sprint'd
dude'z
Remington stay'd
Pump'd i
"excuses edvard
excuses
Innnjoy"
MeanWhile?
Joe and Bill
are on the Lolita express.
Drunk and stoned.
They are licking their lips,
laughing,
Lifting up her little flower dress.
She’s shaking, in fear
with tears, in her eyes,
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide,
She calls her mother’s name,
she’s only twelve,
going on eleven.
She’s in HELL, they promised heaven…
Benzodiazepine.
The things you don’t see when you have a gun.
*(A lyric on the sweet seductions of a lovely, vampish nymph and man-eater named Lolita.).
With a body so fine and rare
like a lover who comes afresh
with a glow that's both sleek and fair;
and lovely in her fine, smooth flesh;
she sways me so with not a care
as we slowly combine and mesh.
With expert skill that's hard to find
and deft and not so innocent
(and with her hands and unchaste mind),
she unzips my rising discontent.
She pleasures me: I nigh go blind
(as her deftness makes me potent).
With focus and seductive powers
she peers into my fettered soul
and frees me from my iron trousers
which crush my sex and spirit whole.
And in minutes, not even hours,
I'm under her swift, sweet control!
Lolita is an endangered southern Orca being
held in captivity. Daily she is crying out
to her pod vainly.
For whenever she out in her tears,
her pod family is unable to hear.
Her keepers are not cruel to her.
And they are giving her the best of
physical care. Whenever she has
a medical need, her on call veterinarian,
is always there.
They are providing all the free fish
she is able to eat, and keep her tank
very neat.
But her keepers do not really understand.
Why Lolita prefers the companionship
of her pod family to compassionate humanity.
Can anybody tell me why complete freedom
belongs to only the human race?
Do not Orca's such as Lolita
deserve their own aquatic space?
If they really cared about Lolita,
they would listen to concerned people
such as me, and finally set their
captive Orca free!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
March 26. 2019
Loyal
Obedient
Lively
Intelligent
Tender
Affectionate
In truth Clare Quilty
Was clearly guilty,
While humble Humbert Humbert
Was fervently pervert.
The issue to talk of
What told us Nabokov ?
I love you even as
you are lolita.
So I pray you to be
immaculata.
I only hate your
tortoise change
from freeze to
range,so strange.
From dawning you
were my butter
and I, your
bread,everything
was better.
Happiness
accompany us to
everywhere.
At then, sadness
sees us nowhere.
At noon,I "praise"
your statue
of being a lady of
easy virtue.
Yet you never forget
me.
But a deceitful smile
in thee.
Only little breeze I
nearly fall.
I wonder wind and
storm,what will be
my call?
Your presence
strength,absence
week.
My door,roof and
shelter leak.
Why can't change to
best?
O my girl! my nest!
I am awaiting you to
be mine.
So I pray help from
Valentine.
A tempting fabrication of imagination - not to be had
A simple answer to a burning question – not to be said
Through your eyes I see me as I want to be – not real
In my mind I see you as I want you to be – lies I do not fear
Lolita: William, Your words brought joy to me tonight as I read, I couldn't help but chuckle as
I heard them in my head! They touched me with so much laughter, I will be giggling ever
after! LOL Okay, so I wasn't very good at writing this little rhyme but thank you for the
laughter and a jolly good time.
Bill: Don't you ever dare mock my friend Lolita's poetry. I thought it was excellent and I'm
sure other Soupers would agree.
I am a man of simple taste
An island child
And talk to my neigbors face to face
Where lush trees beguile
Birds, not man.
I have seen trees smoking
In lime kiln fires
Just for crossing a man's desire.
I want more than ashes
Plumed
In the kaleidoscope of fire.
Here with dull keyboard
That cackles clicking strange
Sounds, I make sterile music
That communicate to living
Breaths of fresh air
In far away places I do not know
And wish there was a riverbank
Our flesh upon the soft grass
Come to pass
Like an island dream
Hidden things unwing the mind to fly
Comrades behind a distant screen
Of chips and fragmented light
Fall alone
Each divided hour
Do I truly yearn alone
To meet my friends
And make a paradise
Forever?
My only hope of immortality here
Is what you remember
Of my peasant songs.
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