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Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper
Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly,
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,
yours truly swimmingly
begot during the heat
of parents being passionately fruitful
courtesy diploid erogenous frisson
between my then searingly
robust virile father and fecund mother
~ late March/early April 1958
ushered seminal moment
post ova fertilization realization
courtesy male gamete
penetrating zona pellucida
a glycoprotein layer surrounding the oocyte
triggering cell bait multiplication
subsequently yielding male
gendered offspring and sole son
hashtagged as uber twittering, snapchatting,
shutterflying super duper
cute little boy with short strawberry blond hair,
whose solitudinarian nature
became quite evident when he displayed
acute social withdrawal
upon off fish shill commencement
getting schooled as a grouper
by mister Hooper,
who made his debut
appearance on Sesame Street
November 10, 1969
as storied and staple long time resident
on above named television show
until March 18, 1983,
beloved by adults and children alike
within make believe community
(a conglomerate of real and imaginary locales)
peopled with proprietary named characters
for any of a number of humorously grotesque
glove or rod puppets and marionettes,
chiefly representing animals,
first popularized, idolized,
dramatized, capitalized, and actualized
by the children's television programme
Sesame Street (1969-) and more recently
in The Muppet Show (1976-80).
Also: a toy made to resemble one of these
ingenious brainchild of Jim Maury Henson
an American puppeteer, animator, actor,
and filmmaker who achieved worldwide
notability as the creator of the Muppets
which series originated as two pilot episodes
produced by Henson for ABC in 1974 and 1975.
Henson's shocking, sudden death occurred on May 16, 1990 of organ failure resulting from streptococcal toxic shock syndrome. An emotional memorial service was held five days later at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City.
Finally May Find His Fate
Read poem about priest and did wait;
I always knew that it would be great;
My face feed;
Another read;
In my poem he finally found his fate.
Jim Horn
Crave and Became Slave
My life in wide circles went round and round,
And pretty soon I started hearing the sound,
One I do crave;
Became slave,
Of my God who I love and now have found.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Master of Limericks, MLm
I must say that all the poems I
created were inspired by God.
Deprecate and Deplore
Slow and Did Grow
What we would do first started out slow;
After that the speed did grow and grow;
Water whirled;
Circles twirled;
Ended up fast and soon saw it overflow.
Jim Horn
We did determine that he was deficient,
And became effective and very efficient;
As expected;
Then directed;
Final efforts ended up highly proficient.
Jim Horn
Select What Will Be Correct
At first, I must start to select;
Find things that can be correct;
Poems read few;
A picture drew;
All were perfect if I recollect.
Jim Horn
Trump and His Mental Ability
We measured Trump's mental ability,
And we were fooled by all his fragility;
Not sentimental;
A case mental,
That could be contributed to his senility.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Master of Limericks, MLm
I remember ABC standing for Alcoholic
Beverage Control Doing Effective Fine
Great Honorable Ideas Jubilantly Kind
Like Most Nitwits Of Plutonic Quadrants
Requiring Stability Through Usurping
Various Words Xactly you find in a Zoo.
Trump played with area which was erogenous;
Can you believe had been owned by Pocahontas;
Not only that he appeared to be very dumb;
We did see him beating his brains on a drum.
Jim Horn
After reading poem and then did wait;
I always knew that it would be great;
My face feed;
Another read;
In last poem had found my final fate.
This would be normal thing to happen.
Jim Horn
Over ten again. Oh, well!!!
My dear and I together like to ride;
Beside me and now beautiful bride;
Tidies up things;
Happiness brings;
God always will be our great guide.
Jim Horn
Exchanged smiles and smirks
Yeah always between you and I
With the constant tugs and jerks
Our emotions, they now run high
It's like that when ever one lurks
A constant murmur and a loud syh
When the supernovas and fire works
They are now beging to fill the sky
Enchanted, finding it hard to retreat
But then not the same when planed
Temperature souring I'm now on heat
And aided by the touch of your hand
I'm no longer in the passenger seat
Because your taking full command
The taste of your heavenly sweet
I'm cascaded to a far out wonderland
The smell in the air of pheromones
When were near , hearts now racing
Exploring all those erogenous zones
Our body's they now begin shaking
An echo through the walls our moans
We're two souls now again love making
The sound of our constant groans
When we share a sensual awakening
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this was taken from an old write a couple years back
rewrote expressing moments between girl
i know who has probably been a distraction but in good way
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who share a lot with not just phisaclly someone wjo i love and adore
her name dawn trying here like old writes to use metaphor's rather than being crude
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A SENSUAL AWAKENING WRITTEN NOVEMBER 2014 BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT
INSPIRED BY SOMEONE VERY SPECIAL AND DEAR TO ME DAWN THIS IS FOR YOU BABE!
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Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee
to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding
from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade
a natural bed of soft earthy, downy
canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid
and maybe nine months later,
a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid
then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet
homage will be paid
in which human guise paramour
doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh
especially erogenous zones
administered by this imaginary mistress
sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones
triggering mine little rolling stones
to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones.
A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan
as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan
whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span.
Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day
as the differences between myself and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay
atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may
taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear
affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril
that imperceptibly flare
a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear
from being buck-naked bare.
A back flipping coconut is very very amusing at a ball but ball pits are moving around so one must surely wear wellingtons or a pair of anglers' waders when jumping across such multicoloured curves. Harp no more sang to a lute at a castle. For harp was too busy restringing and replacing for often strands should be sitting in a neat formation so never whirl around whilst sewing, knitting or braiding a horse's tail. Especially not in a typhoon for a typhoon is often a tycoon and tycoons are really toucans in very smart hats. Now audiences singing to nova scotia are often in great voice. But voicemail from a silky seagull is neither rushed, accented or delivered at the correct time. Drink no cup of mildewed coffee omitting from the horns of a bull. Horns of bull should only be shown on humpback whale variety shows. But not in showers of rain. Trains taking turns tinkling tantrums. And a wide variety of beaks, snouts, and hooves meet with many paws but not in a zoo or a circus for these places are now closed due to a booooom from a book. State no stench and stick no stink. It is the mass availability of a wire that moves the grid into a pineapple formation. Wow. Legs arms and torsos make fairytales in a large luxury room but the rhombic pentameter is waiting in the wings in the theatre to perform a dance. 656 eagles plus 800, 000, 000, bison arriving with a horse, a rhinoceros and a little pickled gherkin in a suit. Fascia fashions fantastic fake frogs. But a pill on a hill is not a pillow nor a pillowcase nor is it a ten thousand kilometre pillar. Rather great to watch the auras of apples spinning over the grass being chased by the caterpillars and huge crowd of pigs. Erogenous earwigs eating everything. Haha pile the plates and dance. Haha silicon tango opera. Hahaha left wing tight wing flap flap flap. Cluck. And a click in a clock is a clock tower chatting. Xxxxx institutionalism Z Z Z Z
Form:
I think you want to
Hide in the crowd
Hide yourself that is
So no one can reach you
Your attention seeking behavior
Gives you away
Instead of keeping all of your skeletons
In your darkened closet
Where you store your pain
It exposes them
To people with enough intuition
To recognize your actions
For what they truly are
You are constantly
Craving attention
Because you feel alone
I think you are lonelier in this crowd
Than most people are
When they are completely alone
For a significant period of time
Being around others
Who only share physical closeness with you
Will not give you the lasting satisfaction
That I believe
You are starving for
Superficial encounters
Pleases physical desires
And give you temporary bliss
But leave your soul empty
In the long run
Using you up
And scarring you
Because again you are
Reminded of what
Is missing from your life
And it haunts you
To yet again be confronted
With the solitude
You are running from
In the first place
If your rebellious actions
Truly filled you up
Making you whole
You wouldn't feel so lonely
The moment you exit
The erogenous sanctuary
That you entered
To find a temporary fix
For a void that you
Have been feeling
All your life
But, I don't think your actions
Accurately convey
Who or what you really are
Because I have seen some subtle glimpses
Of the inner beauty you possess
Just below the surface
Under your macho persona
And the brave facade you display
Just like with your
Transparent facade
The thrills you are seeking
Are not real
They are only enticing illusions
That will divert your pain temporarily
But, will not be long lasting
If what you found
Were genuine artifacts to treasure
You would feel contentment
And inner peace
After finding your heart's desire
I want you to feed me my only fear,
to make a ritual of the ruddy rain I hear
deluge my dreams with Love's broken mirror,
our inspiration fragmented into faithless drear,
to deliver the division of two hearts once near
on a cutting board of Venu's neurotic nightmare,
take me to where yearning is taunted by stoic stare
to the edges of erotic emotion wounded from passion threadbare,
lead me to fear's chasm split warm and wide on a Goddes's tongue of despair,
I need that soul spasm hyperextending the phantasm of my boyish beliefs unfair,
If I could fall in love with you again
a star hunter I'd be, feigning capture in your solar reign
equiped with erogenous eon, violating your violet virtue from within,
I would be your fuel of fury and flirtation, speedily skipping across a galaxy dim,
an unstoppable windfall of cosmic conquest bursting from our indefatigable union,
If I could see you one more time in truth
you'd be a Queen, lean like love keen, sexy as sabotage with no proof,
intuiting when to kiss, and when to kill, dressed to thrill in vermillion fox,
a King me be, knowing how to war, and how to water the woman that gives me shocks,
would throw roses and lava into a world desperate for heros gone mad on Creativity's roof,
I don't know how Love says goodbye,
I don't know how it sounds, how it moves
or know when the Death Dance begins or ends,
how deeply does Love get buried in the pits of private agony,
how will I remember the anniversary of our Dia de Muertos,
will you paint your face like a sugar skull and grin from misery made merry,
a grave robber I will be, rubbing fragrant memory on the lips of our love gone by,
feeding you the fear you've taught me -
J.A.B.
Last night I slipped into an introspective dream
witness of a strange extracorporeal experience
the whole me deconstructed to its raw materials
Dead myself was found a bright day
and lay nude on a table counter
on a top floor balcony of an unknown city
I was there, the eyes of a stranger
contemplating my naked body
my appealing erogenous zones
arms and legs leaning on the sides
motionless ribs and chest protruding
my eyelids shut in serenity, the wooden expression
So detached from the soulless body
at first I couldn’t clearly recognize
the element that linked me to the dream
Insignificant who owned the corps before
lands of a new perspective are here for me to explore
small part of the primal knowledge revealed to me
Mystified by compassion and moral obligation
for the helpless body does not deserve
unprotected to lie under the opal rays of the city sun
uncovered to repose in the cold night winds
exposed to random spectators’ judgement
abandoned, without a soul. Was I the owner of that body?
Rushing in agony and the countdown of time
Was I there to save my body from unworthy decay?
Do I have the power to drag it inside the room?
it was a drastic solution as I looked around
there onwards, undisturbed, I would organize the next step
the certainty of predestination supported by aloof composure
Helping hands’ astounding substance
a crystal liquid energy in transparent gloves instead of skin
repeated attempts to lift up my lifeless body
oh I was extremely heavy, impossible to move
an overrated effort in an eerie cloud of panic and the gravity
a deafening whack then awkward pulls dragging me on the floor
There I woke up, as one.
Xmas tide,
a time for familial gatherings,
The golden chain of friendship
…and companions
Sweet on each other,
parading arm in arm
Together to share a feast and gift giving
...Nativity scenes, red, gold, green
bells ringing
Garlands, wreaths, and holly
Holiday romance rekindles and
swindles kisses under a mistletoe
Lovers making love!
…A lonely time for others
She arrives solo, one link’s absence sears
her heart yet another year
Smiles seem forced they’ll think
…Cry out the hosts,
Drink up, plenty of champaign !
Chums come and go quickly
Good to flatter one in a funk or ho-hum
The dinner is served, everyone rejoices
Mingles and reacquaint
Toasts and jingles can’t take her gaze away
True feelings are hidden
Like a disconsolate widow,
mournfully she yearns for him
Not a soul to tell, nor a cherished confidant
to share a secret or a private matter
Of the sensuality of karma sutra wooing her gently
Mesmerizing thoughts of a distant lover
have taken her far from the celebration
…His sultry eyes, savory lips
Sleekly sinewed neck, and bulging biceps
Quite an exquisite exhibition
Into his warm embrace and into subservience
Draped in satin, his fingertips tracing her curves
duplicating guitar intonation on his
gears, depressing down fretted notes
Making sultry harmonic tunes
Counting down at the twelfth fretboard
Lusty lullabies erogenous, with more alibies,
Keeps silent not to arouse suspicions of
an affair's existence that shouldn’t be
She counts down the twelve days of Xmas tide
her yearning entails
love is starved at Xmas tide~
he plays keep away
seminal squirt didst sanctify
an anonymous boulder
when mercury dipped below
hashtag mark registering colder
than usual temperatures circa
winter of year 2000 in proximity
to the sacred chapel
at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania
(house zing carillon player)
rifling thru manilla folder
first inn search of apropos
mailer daemon organ muse sic,
thence finely pitted secretly riddled with holes
encoded sheet threaded thru bell jar contrivance
sans, handy dandy mechanical holder
to accompany prurient powerful phallic pang
bubbling (like the dick kens), and didst smolder
especially, cuz a free ranging
NON GMO, puss in boots
hello kitty sauntered
(emanating pheromone heat
hand dill lee pronouncing feral passe faux foots),
dripping, seething with hormonal secretion
uttered via vow welled roots
gluten and monosodiumglutinate free pussy
hapt tabby on the prowl ready
for par laid view penile piqued Saint Peter
to enter heavenly labial shoots
rather than suffer frost bite
the above mew wing tigress attempted
to keep toasty warm
('thou minuscule tunnel
lacked add dick quit light)
prickly endowment fired
raging testosterone
with braggadocio, brio, bravura and might
owing pretentiously pusillanimous feline
fur reed black as night
hood hit attempt to cap cha moxie orgasmic
thus ensuing a mutually satisfactory plight
until a park ranger back his utility truck
than gregarious, felicitous, erogenous
then quick as greased lightening
horny creatures disappeared out ta sight.
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