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Lucubrations fuels ebullience
Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere
twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,
these conglomerations create,
themselves, via some inexplicable
literary process which generate
prestidigitation soon after
affixing wired thinking cap,
whereby positioned electrodes exfoliate
on scalp yup thence, off miniature oblate
spheroid (suddenly barren) of golden locks
most soup Priam wantonly depilate
(envision candidate
undergoing biofeedback,
or...captured as bait)
by...yea (of course) alien invaders curious
to experiment, and subject a random pate
with out of this world tests that agitate
most precious anatomical accouterment
'bout size of average poe tate
toe (actually...almost same consistency)
okay...sorry, this chap doth relate
such comparison to
his own cerebral aggregate,
where he starkly realizes
neurological concentrate
takes a permanent vacation
to distant Palatinate
essentially leaving a void, ah...just
perfect for cosmic outliers to allocate
(no...no...no noninvasive, i.e.)
their laser like gizmos scrutinize how
(albeit unwittingly) to ameliorate
writer's block, thus
glad tubby ("Guinea Pig"),
and let abductors amputate
my killed expense trumped ("FAKE")
noggin pulp struggling to articulate,
(hence quite a relief,
you cannot imagine), dear mate
when fiber optic threads of light
essentially painlessly
(rather ticklishly aspirate)
clump of useless gray matter,
yours truly does implicate
as complicit to cause unnecessary
difficulty to associate
with *****sapiens, an extremely
strenuous task, thence joyful to dedicate
(without being headstrong),
an organ minimally missed at any rate
long last free to babble poppycock
oblivious as ambitious readers berate!
There lives a gentleman from Luff
Who walks everywhere in the buff
His weeny is teeny
He calls it his winky
A stump that can't fill a cream puff.
Ladies would be left in despair
But he didn't really care
He got what he wanted
Frustrated, they taunted
And decided give him a scare.
They tied him to an 'lectric chair
Placed electrodes on you know where
They pulled down on the switch
His stump started to twitch
It stood bright like a giant flare
You'd think he would very happy
Making a stump long and snazzy
The women were smiling
The man was now crying
Wink shrivelled, weirdly and badly
From that day he always wore clothes
With women he instantly froze
He's fearful of leccy
Winky is now Becky
And parades in yearly freak shows.
25.07.25
She vibrates, a chassis minus shock absorption.
A painting, the nude descends a staircase,
rings of Saturn etched in a vacuum tube.
Or Eniac of twisted cords and switchboards.
She isn't programmed to see light beams
spraying through the trees,
nor silver bearings of morning dew.
There are no bees plunging like pistons
in the flowers, no circuit board on the step.
She climbs the jamb as a bot returning to its task.
Monitors flicker as nanoseconds pass unnoticed,
but the galaxy ends at the lintel.
She's a child of Mir, suspended upside down
in a universe where falling isn't death,
but the failure of electrodes.
Then silent as a dead star she descends.
All drives cease functioning.
She is still as a scarab,
the light years casting sand dunes on sphinxes,
until legs spasm as though coding
a final matrix for iron butterflies waiting to be born.
Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere
twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,
these conglomerations create,
themselves, via some inexplicable
literary process which generate
prestidigitation soon after
affixing wired thinking cap,
whereby positioned electrodes exfoliate
on scalp yup thence, off miniature oblate
spheroid (suddenly barren) of golden locks
most soup Priam wantonly depilate
(envision candidate
undergoing biofeedback,
or...captured as bait)
by...yea (of course) alien invaders curious
to experiment, and subject a random pate
with out of this world tests that agitate
most precious anatomical accouterment
'bout size of average poe tate
toe (actually...almost same consistency)
okay...sorry, this chap doth relate
such comparison to
his own cerebral aggregate,
where he starkly realizes
neurological concentrate
takes a permanent vacation
to distant Palatinate
essentially leaving a void, ah...just
perfect for cosmic outliers to allocate
(no...no...no noninvasive, i.e.)
their laser like gizmos scrutinize how
(albeit unwittingly) to ameliorate
writer's block, thus
glad tubby ("Guinea Pig"),
and let abductors amputate
my killed expense trumped ("FAKE")
noggin pulp struggling to articulate,
(hence quite a relief,
you cannot imagine), dear mate
when fiber optic threads of light
essentially painlessly
(rather ticklishly aspirate)
clump of useless gray matter,
yours truly does implicate
as complicit to cause unnecessary
difficulty to associate
with *****sapiens, an extremely
strenuous task, thence joyful to dedicate
(without being headstrong),
an organ minimally missed at any rate
long last free to babble poppycock
oblivious as ambitious readers berate!
Up
You hit me like a bolt right out of the blue.
Every time I think of you,
And every time I try not to,
Still all I think is, I need you in my view.
You lift me from the Earth to the stars.
You spin my mind around, feelings fly like darts,
Between my left and right hemispheres;
I need to have you near.
I see you when I am hypnotized.
You float with me like butterflies,
And all around I feel you strike;
My heart beats twice, because of your eyes.
The electrodes hit my dreams;
The dream’s in which you leave me to scream.
My day dreams become a nightmare,
Because I am without you, to lift me up there.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first love, sex, sexy, lust, passion, desire, school, student, teen, teenage, learning, bus, foreplay, fingering, odor, musk, romance, romantic, humiliation
Roger was an humble man,
who dreamed of being a stud;
for when it came to pleasure,
poor Roger was a dud!
He created a little tool,
powered by electricity;
guaranteed for pleasure,
a boost to virility
A simple strap around his waist,
electrodes taped to his rear;
a remote control for comfort,
to the one he loved so dear
Late one Saturday evening,
his girl was dressed in red;
after a scrumptious dinner,
they hurried off to bed!
Roger was lean and ready,
he strapped on his device,
when the passion heated up,
she was reaching paradise!
That's when he pushed the button,
increasing his sexual speed;
"I'm the man!!"...he boldly cried,
a mistake he made indeed
His ego began to trip,
with a goal to last an hour;
Behold, the sex machine!!
he was now a super power!
Sparks began to fill the room,
followed by a burst of flame;
the sheets began to crackle,
Roger was all to blame!
Volts passed through their bodies,
their hair stood up on ends;
what started out as pleasure,
was painful for our friends!
A hole burned through the mattress,
as they crashed onto the floor;
she grabbed him by his hairy ear,
and tossed him out the door!
Standing naked in her view,
his butt severely scorched;
he begged his girl for mercy,
as he wept out on the porch!
To all you "stud creatures",
stupidity's often bred;
machismo's for the dreamer,
and so is an empty bed!
We have that moment in our life
where love comes down into one's heart
the desire from deep within explodes
hits one there pierces like a love dart
Kathleen and Joe were so apart
in real life but electronically so close
the electrodes caused a real spark
when the web lines smelled their nose
Memories come flooding back here
to days when they were no email
snail mail as it's labelled nowadays
the stamp took us wings to sail
One year before meeting face to face
Christine and I by letters to exchange
so much one can learn by our pen
it made us feel at home on our range
You're the only one I want
both our feelings did unite
like Joe and Kathleen on film
our love is still up in the light
( This is loosely based on the movie 'You've Got Mail' as my wife Christine and I shared same mail exchange as Joe (Tom Hanks) and Kathleen (Meg Ryan) but not email but by normal snail mail and so still together after 29 years. )
OL Doinyo Lengai
Which cast causes you to boogy
A. Moog Mendini
B.Korg Mendini
VII The Spew
A. Ride up
B. or Saggy
C. the intensity of
getting down!
D. Hofner Mendini
Rickbacker Mendini
VII Extruder's melody or Hook
A.Dominate Mendini
B.Shushu Mendini
IIIV/IIV TroubleTrusting
A.Comidox Zigbee
B.CrazyRadio PA
C.scramble the electrodes and anodes
D.to make crazy sounds!
That Aint cool!
that aint Cool!
VIIII Raw Pigments
A. 202 (75) blue
B..119 (1311)
C. 102 (230)
Don't wanna go through these changes
got us acting like strangers
I want your ever consuming passion's here with me
Don't say you can't do it
we gonna get through this
I just want you here
with me
It's like some rotten little joke
That your kindergarten teacher spoke
All of God's things get broke and it's we must fix 'em
The bones in your body, snapped in half
The tree on your house while your wife's in the bath
You can't help but muffle a laugh at the lucky victims
We're all in this game together
We're all tallying points as one
In the passion of the predicament --
In the Name of the Father and Son --
It don't matter in the eyes of the sun
She stays at work later than the rest
And fondles the Crucifix on her chest
For a boss who's always vexed but there ain't no pardon
I wonder what she looks like under the skirt
Too much desk, not enough dessert
I'll bet her Sundays especially hurt out in her thorny garden
He left his only war, an amputee
July sparkler eyes, now dark as gangrene
Spent the winter of '16 in a coma of contentment
But a piece of him back in a Belgian field
Keeps ringing out like tensile steel
If he could only once more feel what Nature intended
Now we stagger home to our borrowed sheds
With electrodes they suctioned to our heads
I'm lining up for my meds and damn the addiction
But at least they left us one TV
We can fight over ways we think we're free
And when the doctor comes round, we can always renew our prescription
We're all in this game together
We're all tallying points as one
In the passion of the predicament --
In the Name of the Father and Son --
It don't matter in the eyes of the sun